#no way in hell it's gonna be chill to just sleep with your master/ teacher/ parent-figure ESPECIALLY if you crush on them lol

[parlerenfleurs]

Shen Qingqiu really took a whole 15 year old teenager into his bed and thought "this is totally fine and not weird in any way" BRO

HAVE YOU SEEN A 15 YEAR OLD?? This is not some kid you can cuddle to sleep because they're sick anymore! They're QUITE grown and self-conscious! DUDE

(Not even getting into the fact he is very aware that the original flavour had designs on Ning YingYing but no, no, it's a boy so there can't be anything of this nature, see? He's so lucky he's too charming and kind to inspire suspicion lol)

#svsss #bingqiu #to be clear it's bad and sad that teenagers typivally don't receive as much physical affection as children from caretakers #but as a teenager you are Very Conscious of your own body like #no way in hell it's gonna be chill to just sleep with your master/ teacher/ parent-figure ESPECIALLY if you crush on them lol #in what world does Shen Qingqiu live #does he just look at what he wants and declares anything he can justify to himself normal and okay to do?

[sad-boy-mono]

High School Casualties 

Chapter 3/?

Word Count- 1,719

Master Post with Ao3 link

After Shayne quickly re-filled his water bottle at a water fountain outside the bathroom, the two boys made their way to the nurses office. Shayne glancing to Damien every so often to make sure he wouldn’t pass out again.

“So, how’re you feeling?” Shayne asked not to long into their walk.

“Kinda better, I don’t think I’m gonna take another spill just yet.”

Ok good. I mean he looks fine. Well not exactly fine. I don’t think he’s looked fine all day, but getting shit sleep will do that to you.

“Well I guess I do look kinda rough but damn dude!” Damien exclaimed with faux offense. “I mean you’re not wrong, but damn!”

Shayne’s face contorted into a look of shock and confusion. “W-what are you talking about?”

“Did you not just speak?” Damien laughed, thinking that Shayne was messing with him.

“No... I didn’t...” Shayne stuttered, shaking his head no. 

“Strange, I could’ve sworn you said something!” Damien insisted.

“But I didn’t. At least not aloud.” Shayne said, mumbling his last sentence.

“What was that last part? You kinda trailed off at the end.”

“What? Oh nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Ok then...”

They two continued their walk in silence. Shayne glancing at Damien now with confusion added to the concern. 

Can Damien read minds? No, no I’m just thinking to much into this. You probably just said it aloud without realizing it. But wait didn’t something like this happen earlier? It happened a few times- No, Shayne chill the fuck out. It’s all in your head. You probably said it out loud and didn’t realize it. Maybe you need to get more sleep too.

How did I- I could’ve sworn I heard him say something! Heh, maybe those jokes about me being psychic are true! HAH if only. That would be cool. Being psychic. But how did I hear Shayne! He’s messing with me, he HAS to be! Shayne is one hell of an actor after all so that could’ve be-

“-amien we’re here.” Shayne said, causing Damien to jump. “Woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you there.” Shayne chuckled.

“Naha it’s fine,” Damien laughed along. “Let’s head in.”

Shayne opened up the door for his friend, giving an exaggerated bow as he did so. Damien snorted and bowed back at his friend before walking in.

“Sorry, I’ll be with you in one second kiddos!” exclaimed a voice coming from behind the large desk on the other side of the room. “A picture frame fell of my desk and broke so I gotta clean up the glass real quick.”

“Ok yeah, no problem.” Damien called back with a thumbs up. 

“She can’t see the thumbs up, I don’t know why I did that.” Damien mumbled just loud enough that Shayne could hear, making him let out a wheezy laugh.

“You’re so stupid.” Shayne whispered through his laugh.

“Alright boys, sorry about that.” The nurse said coming out from behind the desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Uh yeah, my friend here-” Shayne pointed over to a now very anxious looking Damien, “-hasn’t really been feeling well today. He almost passed out in the halls.”

“Oh dear! Well, why don’t you- what’s your name hun?” The woman asked sweetly.

“Oh um, Damien.” Damien answered, fidgeting with the cuff of his hoodie.

“Alright Damien, why don’t you go lay down in that room right down there.”She pointed to a small hallway with 6 rooms, 3 on each side. “First door on your right, no way you can miss it!”

Damien mumbled a quick thanks to her as he slowly made his way to the room, glancing at Shayne before he went in.

“Ok and now for you...”

“Shayne.”

“Ok and now for you Shayne, let’s get you a hall pass written up so your teacher will know you weren’t skipping class.” The nurse dug through her desk and pulled out a small slip of yellow paper. “Which teacher do you have next?”

“Mr. Moss for PE.”

“Oh well please tell him I say hi! David such a nice guy. He’s so fun. Oh but I’m rambling-” She handed Shayne the hall pass, “-here you go hun, have a nice day!” 

“Thanks, you too.” Shayne took the slip and walked out of the room with a wave.

===

Damien had taken one more glance at Shayne before he walked into the room. 

He never really like going to the nurse. It just made him uneasy. He never had a bad experience really, other than dealing with a rude nurse that obviously hated children and teenagers despite the fact that they chose to work with children and teenagers. But he had no real reason other than that. 

Damien sat down on the bright red-orange sofa-like bed in the room. It wasn’t very comfortable and your skin would stick to it when it was hot. And it made a deep groan anytime there was any sort of movement, but it beats laying on a shitty cot.

He looked around the beige room. It had what you’d expect there to be in a nurses office plus some more stuff. Some basic first aid kits on the wall, a desk, a sink with a stack of small paper cups next to it, and a small freezer for ice packs. Then there were cupboards that lined the wall that were littered with photos of children and drawings made most likely by said children. It put his mind at ease, no one would have a child if they hated children. 

“Alright dear-” Damien, once deep in though, jumped at the nurses sudden appearance, “-ope sorry dear didn’t mean to scare ya! Probably should’ve knocked first.” The nurse laughed sitting down at the desk. 

“Oh i-it’s fine.” Damien said through a forced chuckle. 

“Alright but anyways, what seems to be the problem dear?” The nurse pulled out a piece of paper along with a pen from the desk. “Your friends told me that you almost fainted? Do you know what might of caused that?”

“Um well, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night so I’ve been pretty tired all day.” Damien rambled, fidgeting with the, weirdly sharp, corner of the bed.

“Hmm, ok anything else that you can think of?” The nurse asked, standing up to grab smomething from the cupboard.

“I didn’t have time to eat breakfast this morning, was in a bit of a rush.” The nurse nodded, and grabbed another thing from the cupboard.

“Alright, Damien I’m just gonna take your temp real quick. It’s just gonna roll over your forehead. It’s cleaner that way.” she took the thermometer and had the ball at the end roll across Damien’s forehead, exactly like she said. 

The nurse took a close look at the screen before writing something down on the paper she grabbed.

“Alright Damien, you don’t seem to have any sort of fever. So if you want you can rest hear until your next class and we can see how you feel then, or I can call one of your parents to come pick you up now if you think that’s gonna be a better option.” 

Damien spent a few moment debating his options. 

Going home would be nice, but mom and dad are at work. Well she could just call up my sister instead. But if you go home, then you’d have worked on you essay all night for nothing! Ugh ok

“I’ll just stay here and rest for a bit.” Damien concluded.

“Ok that totally works! In the mean time you have these,” she said and handed Damien a few packets of crackers, “and if you need to there’s cups for water by the sink, you can go ahead and grab some if you need it! I’ll just email your teacher, let them know where you are and you can rest up a bit!” The nurse grabbed the piece of paper on her desk and began to walk out of the room before quickly coming to a stop.

“Shoot, I should probably get the name of your teacher shouldn’t I? Who’s your teacher for this period?”

“Oh uh Mr. Ovenshire for physical science.”

“All righty, and what’s your last name hun?”

“Haas, H-A-A-S.”

“Ok perfect, have a nice rest kiddo!” The nurse said, closing the door so it was only open a crack.

Damien laid down onto the bed to face the wall. He opened on of the packets of crackers and ate them.

Well that didn’t go so bad! You got some crackers, there’s water and you get to sleep. I should tell Shayne I’m not dead. Damien though to himself, grabbing his phone from his pocket. 

Damien

Not dead gonna nap :) See you at lunch probably

Damien slid his phone back into his pocket and closed his eyes. Within seconds, he fell asleep.

===

How?

How did that happen?

Oh god what did I do?

FUCK 

I didn’t think that would happen!

How the fuck did that happen?!

Oh god is he bleeding?

He was so far away from the wall! 

How did he-

I didn’t even throw the ball that hard!

Oh god he’s gonna hate me.

Everyone’s gonna hate me!

But it was an accident!

I SWEAR

FUCK

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!

===

The sound of the bell yanked Damien from his, somewhat peaceful, sleep. 

Was that a dream? That felt to real to be a dream. And who was speaking? It sounded like Shayne? Damien thought to himself, before being interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Hey hun, just checking in on ya. How are you feeling?” The nurse asked, peeking her head in through the door.

“Much better actually, thanks.” 

“Oh it’s just my job! If you’re feeling better, feel free to head to your next class and have a nice day!”

“Thanks, you too.” Damien said, grabbing his bag off the floor and walked out of the office, waving to the nurse when he walked out the door. 

Gotta find Shayne. Shit no you should call him first.

Damien pulled his phone out of his pocket and ducked into the nearest bathroom as he dialed up Shayne’s number

“Come on, pick up baby boy.” Damien whispered impatiently as his phone rang, waiting for the other line to pick up.

===

A/N- Surprise! I got this out much quicker than expected! But y'all deserve it since chapter 2 took so long for me to get out! Also if you're thinking "Wow that nurse is really over the top," good cuz that's how I pictured her to be! Kinda based on the nurse at my old school but like times 10. Anyways stay tuned for the next chapter and thanks for reading :D

#Smosh #Smosh Damien #Damien Haas #Shayne Topp #Courtney Miller #super power au #superheros #Highschool Casualties #High School #My Smosh Fic

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Control

*Not my Gif*

Request: Your writing is amazing!!! Can I request an imagine with Peter Parker where the reader is his best friend & is secretly in love with him (and also has powers & is a hero)? But then she sees him with MJ & her heart breaks & she suddenly distances herself from Peter, MJ, & Ned & nobody knows why? Then maybe the reader gets badly injured because she has a breakcown & lost control off her powers and hurt herself real bad? Then Peter realizes he loves the reader and can't bear to lose her?? Thanks!!!

Requested By: @canyouevencauseicant

Post Date: 7-13-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 6K

A/N: Hi! Sorry I’m a little behind on a few requests! Hope you like this and it’s what you wanted! I kind of got carried away a little... 😂

- Ria

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You pushed the grapes on your tray around with your fingers as you slumped into your hand, staring at the one person who could make you forget the world around you. Peter Parker. That is until Ned makes you look away.

“Ow! Ned what the hell?!” You screeched as your head smacked against the table under you after Ned pushed your arm away. Ned just smirked as he bit into his burger.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for 5 minutes and you have just been staring off in space. What are you even looking at?” He asked as you blushed. You hadn’t meant to be staring for so long.

“Just thinking about the science project.” You lied, finally shoving your grapes into your mouth as you face him. “What were you talking about?”

Ned began his speech again as you tried not to space out again, casually taking glances towards Peter, who was speaking to a teacher, every time Ned wasn’t looking. “... so how does that sound?” He finished as you blinked, realizing you weren’t listening once again.

“That sounds great Ned.” He raised his brow at you, causing you to sigh at being caught. “Ok, I wasn’t listening. Again.”

“Is it the team?”

You groaned at Neds guess, knowing it wasn’t the team, but instead someone on the team. “Something like that.” You grumbled avoiding his eyes as you focused on your food. Ned shrugged it off as he ate as well, keeping his eyes on you as Peter came over.

“Hey Y/N! Did Ned talk to you about tomorrow?” He said as he sat down across from you. You gave Ned a questioning look as he nodded, finally figuring out he was trying to.

“He tried to but I wasn’t making it easy.” Peter looked between you and Ned as you looked at your food, Ned shrugging once again as their eyes met.

“Ok. Well, we were gonna watch Star Wars at my place and wanted to know if you were coming or not.” He explained as you chuckled.

“Come on, Pete. You guys are my best friends, you know I never miss Star Wars nights.” He smiled at your comment and your heart skipped a beat at the warmth coming off of him. How can someone be so perfect! You returned the gesture before coming up with an idea. “Why don’t we just watch it at the tower?”

Ned grew more excited next to you as Peter and you shared an amused glance. “Do you think Mr. Stark would let us?” Peter questioned, growing concerned as you guffawed.

“The only time Tony can tell me what to do, is when he’s speaking through the earpiece and I’m on a mission. Other than that, I’m 17, if I want friends at my house, then I can have friends over.” You challenged as you stood up to throw away your garbage. Peter watched you leave, the smile fading on his lips as you called the tower your home. He knew you had problems at your house and was living in the room Tony had done for you for years now. He knew your parents hated your powers, hated how you could produce fire and create and control explosions. They always thought you would harm them or your sister or something, but that would only happen in extreme cases, a case you hadn’t fully reached yet. Peter furrowed his brows as he tried to think of the last time you had actually went home to see your family. It must have been around 6-7 months ago. “So, What do you say? Tower?” You take your seat across from Peter with a smile on your face. Peter’s thoughts left his head as he looked at how happy you were, you were never this happy when you were living with them.

“Sure.” He nodded and chuckled a little. “I’ll tell MJ we’re going to the tower instead.” Your smile faltered a little at his words, having seen Peter stare relentlessly at the girl and you couldn’t help but be jealous.

“Oh, MJ’s coming too?” You bit your lip and hoped the boys didn’t see the disappointment in your words. It’s not that you didn’t like the girl, she was your closest girl friend and right after Peter she and Ned were tied for your 2nd best friend. She knew you were in the avengers, having found out a few weeks after Tony let you come to Midtown, but she didn’t know about Peter being Spider-Man. At this point it was only Ned and May who knew outside of the team. Peter nodded at your question, luckily not catching on to your shift in voice.

You glanced up to see MJ heading over to you all before grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as she reached the table, arms crossed as you stand up to leave. “I forgot I needed to go to the library for a book for the AP History project. I’ll see you three around right?” You gave MJ a smile as she sat next to Peter, who just looked confused now.

“What project? We didn’t have a project in that class!” He yelled as he grabbed his bag, well intending to follow you to learn about this so called project. Your eyes widened as you stammered out a fix to your mistake.

“S-Sorry, Not-t History, I meant uh, Science. Yeah Science. I should go before lunch is over.” You quickly turned and left before Peter could say anything, watching as you disappeared from the cafeteria.

“She’s acting weird right?” Peter huffed as sat back down next to MJ, who put her hand on his arm.

“Maybe, but then again it was an important project and I’m sure Y/N is just stressed about it. Also about the History test.” Peters eyes nearly tripled as MJ stifled a laugh, Ned’s eyes rolling as Peter tried to grab his back again but MJ just blocked him from standing up. “Dude. Chill. I’m just messing with you.” She laughed as Peter blushed as he looked at the girl.

You had left a folder on the table during lunch, getting halfway to the library before realizing and turning back, only to see MJ and Peter laughing and Peter’s eyes remained locked onto her. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach. You were in love with your best friend and all you wanted was him to love you as well. But he wouldn’t because he was already in love with someone else. You blinked away tears as you decided to leave your folder, hoping Pete would just bring it to the tower later for you.

The rest of the school day went by faster as you stopped paying attention, choosing instead to focus on drawing. You found out when you were much younger every once in a while you needed something to do to calm your powers and when you discovered you could draw pretty decently, you wanted to do more. Now it was probably one of the main things you do and you loved it, always choosing to draw the people or the scene around you. Your favorite person to draw was Peter, you loved the way his curly chocolate locks framed his face or his nose would scrunch up when he was studying or laughing. But you especially loved to draw his brown eyes, always being sure to give them extra attention. He loved when you would draw him, always saying you looked cute as you would focus on the picture instead of anything else. You could feel the redness creeping up on your face every time he called you cute but you knew he didn’t mean it in the way you wanted him to, just saying it as your best friend.

You found yourself back in your room at the tower, surrounded by scattered charcoal drawings and sketchbooks filled to the brim with pictures of Peter, Tony, Ned, MJ, and a few others of the team. You hadn’t realized what time it was as you finished your latest page of Tony, flying in his Iron Man suit with the big blocked letters of his name at the top. You prided yourself in your work before the man himself was knocking on your door.

“I know you were probably to wrapped in your drawings to hear FRIDAY tell you diner was ready so I was sent in to get you. Let’s eat.” He smirked as you mumbled an apology, instantly throwing your stuff down as you hop off the bed. Tony had somehow gotten closer to the bed before you had realized it and picked up one of your favorite drawings. It was one of Peter after he fell asleep in your room, you were playing a card game as you tried to ignore the homework you were given before you both nodded off. You had woken up a little earlier than him, choosing instead of waking him up to just draw him.

You were still staring at the picture in front of you as Tony snapped in your face, trying to get your attention as you blinked yourself back into reality.

“When are you just gonna tell the kid Y/N?” He sighed as he dropped the paper onto the bed. You furrowed your brows, tilting your head as Tony smirked at you again. “Just tell Parker you’re in love with him already.” Your jaw dropped as he left your room, using his arm to beckon you to follow as you did, without saying anything. You sat through dinner in silence, choosing not to look up at anyone as they rambled on and ate their pizza. You had only eaten one slice before deciding you had enough, excusing yourself before heading back to your room. You pushed all your stuff to the end of your bed, careful not to ruin any of the pictures but not in the mood to clean up completely, before falling face first into the pillow underneath you. You drifted off to sleep before the buzzing of your phone on the nightstand next to you woke you up completely. You groaned as you slapped your hand onto the device, trying to turn off your alarm before realizing it was 1 in the morning. You groaned against the brightness of the screen, glaring into your face before you could even turn it down, and you saw a text from Peter.

Peter: Hey. u up?

You shook your head as you replied.

Y/N: I am now. :P What’s up?

Peter: sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Just wondering if I could come over?

Peter hardly ever had to ask if he could come over, always swinging in and tapping your window.

Y/N: come on over Sticky boy

Peter: I’ve told you not to call me that :)

You laughed as you tossed your phone to the side, cleaning up your papers a little before opening your window so Peter could just swing in.

“I brought pizza. Mr. Stark said you hadn’t eaten much so I thought I’d bring you some.” He said as he landed on your floor. You gave him a smile and thanked him before you jumped onto your bed. Peter just stayed in your window, staring at you before you gave him an amused glance.

“You just gonna stand there and make he eat this whole pizza by myself or are you gonna join me?” He let out a shaky breath, confusing you more as he joined you on the bed, pulling the pizza box onto both of your laps as you ate in silence for a little while. “So what’s up? Why’d you text instead of just coming over?”

You fiddled with your fingers and avoided his eyes, to unsure of what he was going to say.

“I don’t know. Just needed to talk or something. You were the first person I thought off.” His voice was quiet and you grabbed his hand, ignoring the way your stomach did flips as his eyes met you. He thought of you first? You rested your head on his shoulder as his head fell onto yours, both of you closing your eyes as you listened to the sounds of your breathings filling the room.

“How was your patrol tonight?” You whispered as he shrugged underneath you. “Pete, what’s going on with you?” He froze as you sat up, turning to face him as he squeezed your hand.

“I’m just glad you’re my friend.” He said smiling as your heart dropped, but you didn’t show it, only smiling and nodding your head.

“Forever and Always Sticky Boy.” He laughed as you marveled in the sound, loving each second of it before you both fall into a silence once again. “You staying here tonight or heading back to your apartment later?” You asked as he yawned. He frowned as he looked down at your phone quickly noticing you both have been sitting here for a little over a hour.

“I have got to get back, May said I couldn’t stay at the tower on school nights after last time.” He mumbled as you pushed your face in your hands. You knew exactly what he was talking about. One night after Patrol, much like tonight, Peter had came into your room and you spent all night playing games and eating junk food. The next morning Tony came into your room to see you with your head on Peter’s chest and his arms wrapped around you, both of you 2 hours late to school. Tony found it hilarious and took a picture before kicking you both awake, throughly embarrassing both of you. Now, Peter hadn’t made any move to leave before you tried to push him out of your bed, both of you hushing your now loud laughs for the sake of the other avengers.

“Night Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Pete.” You whispered as Peter swung out of your window, watching as his figure flew against the night sky.

You woke up to Tony voice echoing through your room as you shove a pillow over your ear. “Come on Y/N. Hate to do this on a school day but we got a news of someone in Brooklyn and it’s our speed. Everyone else is gone and I need you now.” You heard the urgency in his voice as you jumped out of bed, slipping into your suit as you made your way to Brooklyn.

When you finally got there you scanned your surroundings until you saw Tony, finishing up with the bad guy as you sauntered over.

“So what? Now we’re just calling me down here for fun?” You joked as you looked down at the kneeling Bad Guy who didn’t even look all that taken down.

“You’re flame.” He spoke as you furrowed your brows.

“Yeah. Why?” You tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach as he stared at you.

“He had similar powers to you.” Tony whispered as the confusion never left you.

“How do you control them?”

“W-What?”

How do you control them?” He repeated as his eyes started to turn red, just like how yours turn orange. Tony took a step back as the man stood up towering over you as you took a fighting stance.

“By keeping my head. I take it you don’t control them?” He shook his head as fire began to circulate his hands, you soon copying his actions as you tell him to stand down. Tony’s mask flew back on his face as he watched the scene in front of him.

“I’m sorry...” the man whispered before fire erupted around him and within a second you had your hands out, taking in the fire he’s producing until you were both on the ground.

“Y/N! Are you ok?!” Tony yelled as you got up, looking at the passed out man a few feet away from you. You’d never met anyone with the same powers as you, some come close but his was the exact same and it felt... unstable as the explosion entered into your system.

“Yeah. I-I’m fine.” You huffed, hoping he’d believe you. His lips fell into a tight line as he checked you over, deciding you were ok. “I have to get to school. Even though I’m going to be late again. You got this covered Stark?” You nodded towards the man and pulled out your phone, scrolling through all the text messages from Peter as you told him you’d be late. Tony nodded as he patted your back, telling you to get to school.

You stopped at the tower to take a quick shower and grab your bag. It was lunch when you finally arrived, searching through the sea of students for Peter’s mop of a hair. You finally found it before your face fell at the figure next to him. MJ. She was sitting next to him as she laughed, slightly leaning into him as he threw his head back as he laughed as well. You watched as their eyes met, laughing slowly starting to stop as a smile landed on both of their faces. You felt hot. Heat rising from your hands up to your face as your breathing started to increase. ‘What the hell is happening?’ You thought as you rushed off to the bathroom. No one was in there luckily and you locked it, not allowing anyone else in as you turned on the sink, fingers hitting the cool of metal in the faucet and immediately noticing the difference in temperature. You gripped the edge of the sink, closing your eyes as images of MJ and Peter filled your mind. The burning smell had pulled you out of your trance, opening your eyes to your reflection in the mirror. An orange hue filling the area in your eyes. A gasp leaves your lips as you release the sink, seeing your shaking hands red from the heat it had produced.

“Control It. Control it Y/N.” You seethed as you clasped your eyes closed once again, letting the jealousy out of your mind as you step back leaning against the wall. You pulled out your phone, shooting Peter a text saying you couldn’t make it to school today before sneaking out of the bathroom, hoping to avoid your friends before you could leave. Unfortunately you made the mistake of heading down the hallway with your locker, seeing MJ and Peter chatting as he pushed a strand of hair from her face, her giving him an awkward smile before looking down at the ground. Peter just smiled before looking down the hallway towards you, but you were already gone, hurrying down the steps of the school and down the streets until you hit an alleyway. You fell against the stone wall as you held your shaking wrist, trying your hardest not lose control again.

Your phone buzzed as you realized Peter was calling you. You swiped on the screen before pressing the phone to your ear.

“Hey.” You started as you took a few deep breaths.

“Hey! I thought you were coming, what happened?” He asked as you heard Ned laugh on the other side of the phone.

You stood up as you headed back to the tower, taking your time as you talked to Peter.

“Yeah, I uh wasn’t feeling so hot after this morning so I took a day off.” You could hear him mumble something to Ned and MJ, probably telling them what you said before the ringing of the bell sounded throughout the phone.

“Hey I’ll talk to you later alright? Or see you tonight if I don’t.” He sounded rushed as you heard scuffing from his end.

“Ok. I’ll talk to you-“ you began before the ending tone echoed in your ear. “...Later.” You finished before shoving the device into your pocket. When you got back to tower you ignored everyone as you made your way up to your room, laying on your bed as Tony knocked on the door a few hours later.

“So, how was school?” He smirked as you groaned. You gave him a fake smile before falling back onto the bed.

“Oh it was great.”

“Did you actually get there or go somewhere else?” You sat back up as you leaned against the headboard.

You fiddled with your fingers as you avoided his eyes, not really in the mood to talk. He sighed before turning around to leave, finally remembering why he was here. “The kid’s here with your friends.”

You nodded your head, going into the bathroom to make yourself more presentable as you looked down at your hands. They weren’t shaking anymore but they were still hot, hotter than you would’ve liked. After running your hands under the water then through your hair you headed into the living room, seeing your friends arguing over which movie to watch first. You rolled your eyes as you laughed, Peter immediately hearing the sound and head perking up to face you.

“Hey! Come over here and help us pick out a movie!” He yelled as he smiled at you. You shook your head before nodding over to the kitchen.

“I’m just gonna get some food. What do you guys want?” You looked between them as they all shrugged.

Peter was the one who ended up answering your question. “Pizza!”

You scoff as you playfully rolled your eyes. “We had that that last night Peter, you’re getting something else.” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen, oblivious to the looks Peter had gotten as they watched you leave. You scanned through the fridge looking for anything before finding giving up, pulling out your phone to order pizza. “Ok, Parker. You win. I ordered Pizza.” You said as you plopped down next to him on the couch, his cheeks were still red as you glanced between them. “What did I miss?”

Ned and MJ just shrugged as the movie started. When the pizza arrived you got it and made your way back up. As soon as you stepped out of the elevator you noticed MJ had switched seats with Ned, sitting on the other side of the couch from you on Peter’s other side. You put the pizza on the table in front of you all and grabbed a slice before sitting back on the couch. As the movie progressed, you found yourself falling asleep, accidentally lying on Peter’s shoulder. You woke up to MJ’s laughs as you rubbed your eyes, realizing Peter and MJ were the only two awake when Ned stirred awake soon after. It was around midnight when MJ and Ned headed home, Happy giving them rides as Peter stayed behind to help clean up.

“I grabbed the work you missed today, but I kind of left it at home. Sorry.” You gave him a tired smile as you waved your hand, telling him it was alright. When the cleaning was all done he pulled you in for a hug, lasting a few seconds longer than normal before he pulled away. “Night Y/N.”

“Goodnight Peter.” You said as you took in your typical nighttime routine, Peter always being the last person you talk to before you both go to bed. But lately it just seems different, you believed Peter loved MJ and of they did get to together then soon you weren’t going to be the last person he said goodnight to. As Peter left the tower, the normal way, you couldn’t help the thoughts of him and MJ intruding your brain once again and soon your hands were shaking again. This time you weren’t burning up, so you decided to just head to bed and figure out everything in the morning.

You woke up being dosed with water as FRIDAY tried to wake you up. Tony storming in a few seconds later as you were standing on your bed, completely soaked as you wiped your hair out of your face.

“What happened?!” Tony yelled as FRIDAY stopped the water. You glared at the man as you crossed your arms.

“You tell me! One moment I was asleep and the next I’m soaking wet!” He could sense the annoyance in your voice as both of your eyes fell onto the mattress underneath you. It was burnt, really burnt. It didn’t even look like a mattress anymore. You looked at your hands, something that you seem to be doing way to much lately. “Tony...”

Tony didn’t know what to say. “When was the last time you’ve done that?” He whispered as he helped you off your bed. You shook your head, mouth falling open and closed as you tried to come up with an answer.

“A while ago.” You knew when it was. It was right after your parents kicked you out years ago. The first night you spent living outside before Tony found you a week later. Tony didn’t know this. He didn’t know that you had gotten to mad, so out of control that you almost killed a few people sleeping around you. That was when you knew you needed to be in control, but now you were so lost on why you were losing control so easily. “I have to go.” You said as you grabbed your phone and sweatshirt, thankful you hadn’t changed after last night. Tony tried to stop you but you were to determined and told him to just let you go. But he finally stopped in his tracks when you said you we’re going to see your parents before dashing down the street and into the early morning.

Peter decided to stop by the tower first thing in the morning, wanting to see if you wanted to hang out, but when he saw the burnt up bed through your window he knew something was wrong. He found Tony in his lab, not even caring about interrupting something as he begun to bombard him with questions.

“Mr. Stark! Where’s Y/N? She wasn’t answering my texts. And why was her bed all burned up? Did something happen? Is she okay?” He blurted as Tony turned to face him, Tony gave him a sad smile as he stopped talking.

“She just needed some time. There was an accident this morning and she said she was going to her parents house.” Tony explained as Peter’s stomach dropped. You were his best friend, you would’ve told him if you were going to see your parents, right? “But I went there and she wasn’t there. I tried tracking her phone but she ditched it.” Tony couldn’t say anymore before Peter was swinging through the streets, looking for you, only to see you sitting on a park bench.

“Y/N! What happened? Mr. Stark said there was an accident and you went to your parents house? Are you ok?” You stopped his ramblings when you nodded your head, not saying anything other than an I’m fine and it was nothing. The cool crisp air brushed against your heated cheeks and hands, still engulfed in red from this morning.

“I just want to be left alone for a little while Pete. C-could you do that for me?” Your frail voice made Peter frown, not wanting to leave you here distraught, but against his better judgment he did.

The next few days you avoided any calls from Peter, Ned, and MJ only texting in needed occasions. Peter was worried and constantly visiting the tower to make sure you were ok but you were hardly ever there, choosing to spend your time outside where you could try and keep your temperature down. Your friends had no clue what was going on. No one had any idea about your problems because you didn’t tell anyone, choosing not to let others deal with your problems. Unfortunately, Peter dropped by today and you just happened to be in the training room, working on your punches.

Peter tapped your shoulder, getting your attention before you spun around to try and punch him, not knowing it was him.

“Where have you been Y/N? You haven’t gone to school in a few days and you aren’t answering anyone’s calls or anything? A-Are you okay?” He released your fist as they fell to your side. You rolled your eyes, heading over to get some water as he followed behind.

“I’m fine Pete, just a little tired lately.” You lied as you downed your water. You headed back over to the punching bag as you resumed your workout, only for Peter to stand between you and the bag. “Come on, Peter. I have to train and you have to move.”

He sighed as his hands fell onto your shoulder, stopping you from pulling away and you tried your hardest not to fall into his welcoming embrace.

“Y/N, whats really going on? I’ve been talking with Ned and MJ and we know when something’s bothering you. I know when you’re lying Y/N, you’re my best friend!” His voice echoed in the room and you knew you were losing control. You turned around, back facing him as you drank your water trying to drown the screams in your head but it was no point.

You opened your eyes as they started to glow a recognizable orange. You turned to face Peter and his eyes widened, realizing your powers were coming out to play.

“Maybe I don’t want to just be your best friend anymore!” You yelled, completely losing control as fire had started to circulate your hands. Peter looked down seeing the fire in your hands then looking up to the fire in your eyes, your orange hue was clear in your eyes but there was more, an unrecognizable red was shining through as it moved about the orange sea.

“Y/N?” Peter whispered before you cut him off.

“Maybe I don’t want to sit here and watch you fall in love with someone else when I’m right here! M-Maybe... M-Maybe... M-M-May....”

Peter know something was wrong, your heart nearly tripled the rate as your breathing deepened, eyes clasped shut as grabbed onto his arm the fire on your hands slightly burning him but he held you up before you pushed him away.

“Peter, stay back! I’m not- this isn’t me! I’m not in control anymore!” He hated how desperate you sounded as you fell to your knees, hands resting on the floor as you yell to Peter to stand back. He didn’t want to but he stepped away, calling Tony to get down here as his eyes never left you. Your groans stopped as the fire around your hands became more intense, alerting you as to what’s gonna happen. You were going to make an explosion. You saw Peter, barely out of the way and you knew you couldn’t let this explosion happen. As soon as the fire began to spread from your hands into the air around you, you closed your eyes, sucking the energy back into your chest as Peter watched astounded. Soon your screams pierced his ears, putting his hands up to block his eyes from the light of the scene blinding him until he heard a thud.

You felt a weight on your hand as you tried to pry your eyes open, only to close them from the bright light shining through. You groaned as your hand pressed into your eyes, trying to figure out what’s happening.

“Y/N?” Someone whispered as you opened your eyes, blinking as you adjusted. Peter was sitting next to you, hand clasping yours as if he would let go he’d lose you. You were to busy staring at his eyes before you realized you were no longer in the training room.

“Pete? Where... where are we?” You asked, voice weirdly hoarse as if you hadn’t used it in a few days. Peter sunk into his chair as he squeezed your hand, making you even more confused. “Peter?”

“We’re in the hospital wing. You- You had an accident.” You sucked in a breath as you began to remember the previous events, losing control of your powers, taking in your own energy explosion, telling Peter you wanted to be more than best friends. Your wide eyes met his before his eyes started to get glossy. “I thought I lost you, Y/N... you’ve been here for a week. I thought you-“ he stopped as you joined him in his sobs, pulling him into you as you threw your arms around his neck, his wrapped tightly around your waist as you both buried your faces in each other’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I’m so-so s-sorry.” You cried as Peter shook his head. He pulled back as you saw the bags under his eyes and the red puffiness surrounding it. You were in control of your powers now, but you couldn’t control the flow of emotions coming out of your mouth right now. “Peter, I’m in love with you. I know that you like MJ and that you’re my best friend, but I’m lying to myself and you everyday I go out there and pretend you’re just my best friend. I-I’m sorry that I feel like this but-“

You were cut off by Peter’s lips on your chapped ones, quite surprised before you were realizing what was happening and kissing back. The butterflies in your stomach returned, and this time you didn’t bother pushing them away, instead using them to deepen the kiss you’re sharing. When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his as you pulled your lip in between your teeth, missing the feeling of his lips on yours as your eyes fell closed.

“I’m in love with you too. I don’t like MJ like that, I like you like that. It just took you almost dying for me to admit it.” He flushed at his reveal, unable to look at you as your brows pinched together.

“But I thought... I mean I always see you guys together and you’re both l-laughing and you looked happy.”

He chuckled as he met your eyes, one of his hands cupping your cheek as the other stroked the back of your own.

“We were probably talking about you.” Your jaw dropped as he shook his head, wanting to go on before you could say more as he rubbed the back of his neck. “A while ago I started to get these feelings for you, around the time we woke up in each other’s arms. I thought it was just some crush you know that someone could get on their best friend. MJ kind of caught on to it after a while and was trying to convince me to say something, but I was convinced that you weren’t seeing me as anything other than your best friend. But then lately it seemed you could. I started telling her that and she was trying to help me ask you out. That’s why I was always laughing with her, she was just trying to help boost my confidence. It wasn’t until that night, when I saw you go down and not get back up that the thought of losing you tore me apart. I... I didn’t get much sleep. Mr. Stark tried to get me to leave here, but I didn’t. I couldn’t believe it took me losing you to realize I was in love with you.” His words died out as you wiped away his tears, him returning the favor.

You pulled his chin up to your face as you pressed a his lips against yours one more time, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you let out a slight moan before he pulled away. “I thought I lost you. I’m not ever letting you go again.”

You smiled as you pulled him onto the hospital bed next to you, facing him next to you as he put an arm around your waist, resting it on top of your side as you push yourself into him. “I’m here Pete. Forever and always.”

He kissed the top of your head as you fell into some much needed sleep. Peter mumbled against your head as you smiled, finally feeling in control again.

“Forever and always, Y/N.”

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[edda-blattfe]

TW Boys’ reaction to their crush putting themself under a sleeping curse pt.2

Continuing from where we last left off.

Octavinelle

Azul:

- His cane dropped to the floor the moment he read your letter. So, you were able to get your hands on potion without his help....probably from one of those damn Pomefiore students. Azul's jaw clenched. He told you not to turn to magic. He told you he'd hear you out. So why? Why follow through with this?!?! He nabbed his cane from the floor and stomped his way to your side. His grey eyes swirled with mixed emotions as he studied your still form. "You know very well that I don't do things for free," his normally cool voice had a sharp undertone, "But there's another thing I never allow to happen." Setting his cane aside, he leaned over you. "No one, not even you, can take something from me. Not even your life!" His face, merely inches from yours, "I won't hold this against you...but in return for this, I expect you never to leave my side again." The kiss was deep passionate, and left you a flustered mess once you awoke. "We have much to discuss, angel fish."

Jade:

- That's what you made that deal with Azul for? The note crackled as Jade’s grip tightened around it. A drought of eternal slumber? That day he and Floyd found you crying in the hall....was that because you were in pain? If he’d known...he would have...would have what? Not have tempted you to make a deal with Azul? Comforted you? The air around Jade seemed to drop a couple of degrees. “Hey,” Floyd peeked over his shoulder, “you ok? What’s it say?” Jade crumpled up the note before his brother could read it, “Nothing of consequence.” He tossed the paper in the wastebasket as he made his way to the door. “I have to take care of something. Can you keep an eye on the cafe?” “Uh, sure...” “Thanks.” It didn’t take long for him to find where the headmaster had stashed your unresponsive body, he only had to intimidate- I mean, ask, a few students for directions (Jade’s terrifying like this, ok). There you were, still as a corpse. The kiss was brief and cool, but sweet. You woke up to an incredibly stoic Jade, glaring down at you with crossed arms. “This will not happen again. Agreed?”

Floyd:

- “Go.” Jade’s voice broke the silence that had followed Azul’s news about your condition. He knew very well how his brother felt about you, and from the look on Floyd's face, he knew his brother felt the need to act. Floyd blinked at his twin. Then bolted out the office door, leaving Jade and the boss in his dust. Making an educated guess, he ran straight to the infirmary. Sure enough, there you were, laying stone still upon one of the white linen covered beds. The wave of emotion finally struck Floyd like freight train carrying loads of bricks. You just tried to kill yourself... Ok, no. Technically, you put yourself to sleep. But how is that any better?! You really felt that bad....why didn't you say anything? Why didn't he notice? Hot tears beaded at the corners of his eyes. Did-....did you really trust him so little? He stroaked your head, hand trembling. How did the stories go again....a kiss breaks the spell, right? Slowly, Floyd leaned over you. Salty tears spilled from his cheeks, landing on your still face. The kiss was chaste, bittersweet, and left a salty taste on your lips. It was the first time you've ever seen a Leech twin cry...a part of didn't even think it was possible....was this a dream? Floyd pulled you into a tight, but comfortable hug. "Please..don' ever do that again, doll." Your arms, still heavy from fatigue, returned the embrace. Not a dream, you decided.

Scarabia

Kalim:

- Had already rushed out of the dorm the moment Jamil read out the “under sleeping spell” part; he didn't even hear the part explaining why you put yourself under the spell... Kalim knows all of the fairy tales, and, honestly, he’s been waiting for a chance to kiss you. The students in the halls had to dive outa his way as Kalim barrelled down the halls, checking every room for you. He also forgot to ask for directions. Damnit Kalim. Jamil finally caught up to him on the carpet, screaming that you were in the infirmary....which he passed an hour ago. Kalim commandeered the carpet and rushed back to the infirmary. He wasted no time in planting a sweet kiss...right in front of a very confused nurse. Kalim tackles you in a hug that nearly sends you back into a coma when you finally sit up. He kept rambling on about how he was so happy you weren't dead,and how he knew his plan would work, and how much he loved you...wait, what? Your cloudy mind was still having trouble processing, when Kalim grew quite, face somber. "How did this happen?" His question hit home. You didn't why or when you started crying, the tears just seemed to pour on their own. Between the sobs and hiccups you told him everything. The pain, the loneliness, how you didn't want to bother anyone with problems you should've been able to handle on your own...and how eternal sleep seemed like a good alternative to-. You were shut up by another hug, but this time it was gentle. Kalim's hand stroked your back. "I- I didn't know....I'm so sorry... please, please don't think that way! You're magnificent. More brilliant than any treasure on this earth! You are loved....I love you so much."

(That awkward moment you write something that makes you cry in front of your family members...damnit Kalim *goes into burrito mode*)

Jamil:

- Kalim's chatter seemed a million miles away as Jamil processed the letter's contents. Something in his chest ached, as though someone just ripped an essential part of himself out. He was never the emotional type. Hell, there were days Jamil thought he couldn't feel anything at all. But, was this feeling...loss? "Kalim. I have to go." His tone didn't waver, it was just as straightforward as always. His young master tilted his head, "What is it? Can I come with you?" "No," Jamil was already halfway through the door, "I have to do this alone." He cast a chilling glare over his shoulder, "Don't do anything problematic while I'm gone." It wasn't difficult to find you, the infirmary was the only place on campus where a person in comatose could be out of the way but still under supervision. He watched you for a moment. The ache grew. He came closer. Every step fed the sensation. Cautiously, he took your hand in his own, admiring the softness of your tender palm. Jamil suddenly felt the need to hold you....this ache, it wasn't just loss. His free hand came to your cheek, thumb stroaking it gently. Could it be? There was only one way to find out. Jamil kissed you, softly, deeply, and with a gentleness most wouldn't expect from him. Your eyes drifted open, his face still so close. You'd swear the smile on his face could outshine any angel from heaven above. He pressed his forehead to yours, "Welcome back."

(Continued): A loud crash along with a symphony of yelps, screams, and the familiar laughter of a particularly troublesome Scarabia dorm leader erupted from the hallway outside the infirmary. You watched as Jamil's face scrunched up in annoyance. He growled, "Damnit Kalim..."

(Sorry this took so long to complete! Floyd was a little hard for me to figure out, hope his part came out to your liking! Next up is probably gonna be Pomefiore and Savanaclaw, then Ignihyde and Diasomnia. Unless, of course anyone wants one a little sooner. Also, does anyone want me to fo one for the teachers/staff?)

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[ninjagoruinedmylife]

"An Awkward Prom" - a.k.a thing i promised to to and i haven't sleep yesterday to finish it rip me

Aaaaalright folks, so. Today is ninjago oc day which i was really REALLY REALLY hyped for, considering the fact that i have an oc i developed lately. Her name is Ange and she is daughter of Karlof and next elemental master of metal (i think i mentioned her here once or twice tho). And, because we are dorks, me and @clumsinessinperson made Ange and Ali’s oc, Nozomi, meet and ~fall in love~ *dabs* So, to celebrate it, we did a kind of… collab thing for them?? Ali drew a beautiful fanart of this two and i wrote a short fic about a situation that is connected with it. I hope you’ll like it!!

(Also im tagging @evelinaonline bc she threw this event and also she really wanted to see what was this secret thing i was working on with Ali XD)

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Ange realised that there is no turning back way too late.

She was pretty chill whole day - hell, she nearly forgot about this whole school prom. Two hours before it, when notification on her phone ringed, she nearly got a heart attack. She had to prepare and, to be honest, she sucked when it came to subject of looks.

She threw nearly most of the things from her closet while looking for a blue dress she bought a few weeks ago. After all, she found it in a washing mashine, all curled up with other clothes. Ange sighed deeply and ironed it as fast as she could, hoping that she won’t burn a hole in it. When she was putting the cloth on, her hands were trembling and she started breathing heavily. Now she regretted every decision she made about this event - signing in being the first one, buying way too high heels being the second, and inviting Nozomi being the third.

At first she thought that this will be great idea. They knew each other for so long, Ange never met someone who would understand her so much and stay with her no matter what… But after they said that they are going there as friends, girl started wondering if she didn’t want to invite him from other reason than “I don’t have anyone else to ask.”

Maybe it wasn’t too late to call him and tell that something happened and she can’t go to the prom. Maybe she could tell that she had an asthma attack and… No, he would still come to see if she’s okay. Maybe she could announce that her father came to visit… Bad idea as well, Karloff lived way too far to randomly come to her. Ange tried to come up with some kind of solution while she was brushing her hair, painting her nails, putting on makeup. She ended up with no ideas and completly awful eyeshades. She accidentally chose the brown ones instead of the silver ones and now she looked like if she played with dirt and didn’t washed her face in few days.

Damnit.

When she did everything in her power to save her image, phone ringed again. She grabbed it with one hand, the other still busy paiting her face, and she didn’t even need to put it up to her ear to hear a loud rock music and even louder voice of a familiar man.

“Ya ready, kid?!” Ronin asked in his usual manner. “We’ll be next to your house in about ten minutes, so I sure hope you are! See ya then!”

And that he hanged off.

Ange sighed and her determination only grew. After she finally finished her makeup, she put on some silver jewelery she kept with her since she had to first move to Ninjago City, and then run away from anacondrai warriors. It was the only thing that reminded her of her mum - a pair of round earrings, long necklace decorated with blue crystals, and three big rings engraved with some strange patterns. She used to have a habit of not going anywhere without them on. Not only from sentiment, though; she knew she could easily change it in deadly weapon in the time of the biggest need.

Luckily, today no one was gonna kill her (besides for her own embarrasment, of course), so she could wear it only for aesthetic reasons.

Ange looked at herself in the mirror and she even smiled. She wasn’t looking half as bad as she thought she would, to be absolutely honest. She still felt way too tall and fragile, but she could even pass as an attractive person! That was an achievement to celebrate, but she had no time to bake a victorious cake and open up the shampain.

She stood in front of the door, holding her phone tight and waiting for a call from either Nozomi or his father, but the first thing she heard was a familiar noise that went through the window.

“Hell no.” Girl mumbled under her breath when she turned around.

Right next to her balcony, floated R.E.X. - huge flying ship that belonged to Ronin. She blushed a bit from both fury and awkwardness, and walked towards it. Her neighbours were gonna look at her strange again.

“We don’t have a whole day!” Ronin yelled when she came close enough to hear his words. “Don’t act like if you are on a walk in a park, come here faster!”

Ange hissed with frustration and moved her hand a bit. Metal bars that surrounded her balcony suddenly changed their place and turned into a bridge for a girl to walk on a ship. She looked around, a little worried that someone saw her - good, no neighbour around. She still felt hella anxious when it came to using her powers around people she didn’t know.

She sat next to Ronin and looked at her right. On his other side was Nozomi, who waved to her awkwardly. His whole face was completly red, like if someone threw tomatoes at him. When Ange smiled and waved back, he started looking a bit more relaxed.

Ronin still hadn’t started flying again - he nodded constantly to the rythm of a very loud, very agressive and very scary (in girl’s opinion) song. This state would last even longer if Nozomi didn’t react.

“Dad”, boy sounded slightly annoyed. “Remember? We have to go.”

“As you said, we don’t have a whole day, sir.” Ange coughed due to how much smoke R.E.X. producted.

“Oh, yeah. Good idea, kiddos.” Ronin cracked a smile and then they started flying so fast that Ange got scared if they won’t end up dying soon. “So. How is this whole art school thing going, girl? I remember a good ol’ times when we didn’t had a time for a stuff like that, I’m telling you. You had to work hard from the day you were born, or you had to start stealing, and you probably know what I chose…”

And it felt like with every word, he got faster and faster.

Ange, who was now not even a little red, but completly pale, looked at her friend over his dad’s shoulder and whispered:

“Can we kill him, please?”

“We don’t know how to fly this thing,” Nozomi shook his head sadly. “We would die sooner than he will kill us.”

It was good that they mastered the art of reading lips movement through all this time. In other case, they wouldnt talk about subject like that near Ronin and, what’s even more important, they couldn’t understand each other. Meanwhile, man was still rambling about how much schools suck when you can become a criminal.

“Oh, didn’t he try to learn you? Maybe you know some basic stuff…”

“You forgot an important part - I don’t want my dad to die!”

“Who are you planning to kill?!” Ronin screamed in their terrified faces after the vehicle stopped in front of a huge building. ‘He turned off the music few seconds ago, so he probably didn’t hear much’, Ange realised and felt a big weight leaving her chest. If she survived this, she will survive tonight’s prom for sure.

“Uuuh…” Nozomi scratched the back of his neck.

“My teacher!” Ange interrupted. “My math teacher, sir.”

“I bet he’s a pain in the ass, huh?” Ronin laughed shortly. “Okay, kiddos, go. Have fun, don’t do drugs, and blablabla. I’ll come and pick you up at 11.”

If a moment ago Ange thought that this was gonna be the easier part of the evening, the fear of what was gonna happen returned when she came out of the ship. She stood in front of her school and Nozomi soon joined her. Everyone from her school, now dressed all elegant, looked at R.E.X. with open mouths. Which meant that they saw her as well. And they saw her with Nozomi.

Even bigger damnit.

“Is everything okay?” Her friend looked at her, seemingly worried. “You look nervous as hell.”

“I always AM nervous as hell, Nozomi.” She answered and then started walking towards the entrace. “It’s not a big deal today, though.”

“I hope so, we came here to… have fun. Or whatever normal teenagers do during proms.” Boy frowned and then blushed. “It’s so strange. I’m not sure if it was a good decision to take me with you, Ange. I’m a terrible dancer and I don’t know anyone here…”

“Hey”, she grabbed his hand. “I asked you to go with me because I know I’ll have fun with you. You are my best friend after all.”

“You forgot to add that I’m your ONLY friend.” Nozomi smiled mischeviously, and then he looked down at their holding hands with a frown. “Hm, won’t they all think that we are dating? You know, holding hands and stuff is usually pretty romantic, as far as I remember from all those movies.”

He laughed, as if he just said a good joke, but girl noticed a growing blush on his face a minute before anxiety hit her.

“Ugh, I-” Ange let go of his hand immediately, feeling a lump in her throat growing and growing. “I’m sorry for that, if I made you feel bad or-”

“I mean, it’s not like I don’t like it or something-” boy grabbed her wrist and looked down. “I just guess that at this point I can stand people looking at me because I’m with a person I’m most comfortable around, and not because I stole something.”

 She wasn’t ready to answer somehow for that and, luckily, she didn’t had to.

They heard a really loud rock music once again, and when they turned around, they saw Ronin running in their direction with a camera.

“I forgot to take a pic of ya two!” He took a few deep breaths and then got camera higher. “Okay so, stand somehow to look nice, and then say "cheese” or some other bullshit… Ready?“

They looked at each other with awkward expressions, but after a minute Ange placed her hand on Nozomi’s back and he wrapped his arm around her waist. Both awfully blushing teenagers tried to put normal smiles on their faces, and without any more word Ronin took a photo.

"Okay, now I’m leaving for real, I promise!” He screamed when he was getting back to his vehicle.

Ange sighed. Maybe this prom won’t be such a tragedy.

#they are doooorks in loooooove #this is so cliché my gosh im crying #but anyway they are my kids and i'd protect them with my life ok #ninjago #ninjago oc day 2018 #nozomi #ange #nozange #yes they have a ship name deal with it #ninjago oc #ninjago fanfiction

[pilferingapples]

I'm going to be predictable and ask for Bahorel because I love your headcanons for him, unless someone else has already asked, in that case Combeferre? :D

Sorry this took a while but you DID ask for the whole 25 questions! so OKAY here goes : 

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

His reputation! Not the  "woe a cannibal savage bouzingo romanticist" thing that certain papers (laughing at you, Figaro) go on about; he IS happy about that, but mostly that's just funny.   But the one he's earned with the circles he cares about, for being the person who Knows Everybody and who can Get Those Connections, a central hub in the radical republican network--that he’s proud of. He's built that up over years of  Going Everywhere and Talking to Everyone and honing the kind of social smarts that make that a sustainable life, and he's very satisfied about it.

cut because this is Super Long: 

2) Who they want to please the most.

...himself, honestly.  Not in a hedonistic way (though that too) but he has a fairly complicated set of internal ethical standards that are often kind of at weird angles to most of the world, and he'd consciously rather stick to that than "please" anyone else. Iiiiit's a whole Romantic Thing. 

3) Who depends on them.

 In the usual way people expect a man of his era to be Depended On? No one. His family's fine, he's not married or anything like it, no one's going to have their material security destroyed if he dies or Vanishes for Mysterious Reasons (which are Going to Prison or Fleeing the Country to avoid the prior two outcomes). 

But a whole lot of people depend on him to organize, stir up trouble, ringlead, cajole, exist distractingly and generally do what he does.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live.

Unlike some  people, who seem to think that they don’t  have limited lifespans, Bahorel is already living his Best Life and doing everything he most wants to do or thinks will mean the most for The Future After Him.  Things he hasn't done yet are things where the timeline's not up to just him. 

5) A cherished personal belongingLeaving aside the Correspondence Chest, he has an old *very* beat-up illustrated book of fairy tales.  An uncle who couldn't read picked it up way back when Bahorel was a kid, and he couldn't read either,  and he and his siblings used to make up endless stories  about the pictures before they could read. The chance to figure out what stories went with those pictures was much of what made Bahorel put up with school as a kid. ...and then they realized the damn thing wasn't in French at all, but an old beat up import, so he would have to learn another language.   Which he did, eventually;  but really he keeps it for the joke and the memory of the stories it isn't. 

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

Various security deposits, fines for Disorderly Behavior, and so on. Fairly lost, well spent, but it would be a  nice night out to have them back nonetheless! 

...Also, you know, THEIR  **CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED** STOLEN REVOLUTION BACK. THAT WOULD BE NICE. *

7) This character’s favorite character

HOW COULD HE EVER CHOOSE, OH CRUEL FATE. The Creature from Frankenstein, Hercules, Orlando, Hans of Iceland (HE HAS A POLAR BEAR) , Puss in Boots, that’s not EVEN getting to Shakespeare... (he can go on about all of them, and will. No one asks him these sorts of questions anymore.) 

8) What kind of car they would drive.

...a Fury. 

9) What calms them when they are upset.

Calm....when upset? like calm down? How DARE you suggest such a thing, how could  you. You're clearly the sort of bloodless monster who'd douse a candle when it's almost melted away, 

10) How they deal with pain.

Minor Pain that’s Annoying but Not Obviously Fatal:  Ennnndlessss yelling and cursing and cheerfully overblown complaining, often with metaphors. No one has ever suffered so. the realm of the Physical has betrayed  him,What Sort of God Makes Such a Cruel Treacherous World With Tables Viciously Lurking At Shin Height, Like Snakes In The Forest, etc. Pain that Is Actually A Problem and Maybe Indicating Something Lethal: he’s fine this is FINE, get out of the way Combeferre, he needs to Fight Everything before the blood loss makes him pass out ok

(There is also a Third Reaction , because Intense Sensation is Intense Sensation, but he really needs to be in the right mood and the right company for that.)

(The Right Company can be a rioting crowd or The Really Good Architecture,that works) 

11) This character’s favorite piece or pieces of clothing.

 He likes his red waistcoats! The more alarmingly outgoing the lapels, the better.  And if they really worry some people, he can always take them off, and then whose idea is it that he’s naked this time? Not his,clearly, CHECK AND MATE, BOURGEOIS. 

12) How they sleep. Like someone who spent his Formative Years sharing a room and sometimes limited beds with a large and mischief-ready army of siblings, which is to say soundly, but not so soundly that he won’t be awake and punching in a heartbeat if his Prank Sense gets activated. 

13) What kind of parent they would be.

A pretty enthusiastic one!He likes kids, he doesn't mind noise and mess, he's pretty much at the point of being Ready to train the Next Generation of  revolutionary hellions  (he'd be an enthusiastic parent, and an affectionate one, and even a reasonably responsible one, but like hell he'd ever be a Respectable one.) 

14) How they did in school

It was an exercise in not just frustration but rage, for both him and most of his teachers. Not because he couldn't understand the material--he understood fine-- but because he wouldn't (couldn't) stop arguing about it. He and Combeferre have had many unusually mutual ranting sessions about what Total Garbage it is that Teachers These Days won't engage Young Minds in a Little Honest Debate, MAYBE if you can't DEFEND your stupid history lesson to an eleven year old you need to reconsider your own ideas, DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT, MASTER DUCHEMIN? 

15) What cologne or perfume they would useProbably just the scented powders/pomades type stuff.  He goes for jasmine and lavender (he's still well in the era of men's bath goods smelling like flowers). 

16) Their sexuality

...like many other Romantics, goes a good ways beyond just Mortal Flesh and into the realms of Landscapes and The Concept of Rose Windows With The Right Lighting and *ecstatic swoon*  REALLY DARING POETIC METAPHORS AND STREETS IN REBELLION *discretionary fade to black*

17) What they’d sing at karaoke

CCR, ABBA, old school Cash-and-Haggard era country, Black Sheep, So Many Journey Songs, any showtunes, Rob Zombie...just whatever, whatever's the Mood, sung  with shameless enthusiasm

18) Special talents they have

**censored**  **censored**  **censored**  **censored**  and he can really belt out a tune! He's got a great singing voice, even when **censored**  **censored** **censored**  **censored** 

19) When they feel safest...Law School. Because it’s basically indistinguishable from being a corpse,and a corpse is quite safe; nothing more terrible can happen to it, it will never know or care if injury or outrage is done to it, and yet it makes everyone else uncomfortable with both its taunting resemblance to a living person and its remarkable smell, much like their good professors.  LIFE IS RISK, SAFETY IS DEATH, DON'T DO THIS TO HIM. 

20) Household chore they hate the most

Back home? Cleaning the Chicken Coop, and anyone who has ever cleaned a chicken coop knows why. In Paris? Dishes. CURSE THEM. 

21) Their fondest childhood memory

One time he took up some other kids on a dare to Spend The Night In The Graveyard and that ...actually got kind of boring kind of fast, and a significant portion of those buried there were his relatives anyway and he can’t be scared of family,  geez. But when he’d been up there a few hours/ forever,geez an Actual Wolf loped through like three feet in front of him, and stopped and looked at him for a  while before moving on, and that  was awesome . 

22) How they spend their money.

Like it will give him a rash if he has it for too long. 

23) What kind of alcohol they drink

Good Alcohol?  Alcohol That Is One Fire, sometimes?  All The Kinds? any of these answers are correct! 

24) What they wish they could change about themselves

--He doesn't really have the full poetic Gift, at least not to his standards, and it's probably his only real disappointment with himself. He doesn't want to make a living with it or anything, he just wants to be able to look at things that way and doesn't quite. How exactly? If he could say *exactly* then he'd *be a poet*, obviously. 

25) What other people wish they could change about them

Even many people who love him and whose opinion he actually cares about somewhat would like it if he could maybe chill a little, ever, about anything. (He can't , it's not gonna happen, Frenetic's not a phase, Mom, it's Who He Is.)

* Some people may disagree that it was a Stolen Revolution, they may disagree to his face, he is completely prepared to discuss this topic at Epic Length. 

#Bahorel #this is Long but I WAS ASKED #firing the headcanons #Bahorel headcanons #long post #aflamethatneverdies

[tandembicycles]

friends and I made an atla si verse for ourselves during the stream because we’re like that so this is going under a readmore for posterity and information gathering lmfao

@ukitakejuushiro/danie- water bender and healer @endangeredtreealligator/gator- air bender with sound sensation and bending @eraserheacl/isaac- firebender and emo @shishiduck/lucian- earth bender specializing in metal bending ME/tandem- born earth bender (avatar by everyone else’s decision??) @d-lynx/ti- earth bender specializing in crystal and lava bending @kawaiijohn/amber- water bender

PERSONALITY/BENDING/STORY QUIRKS

Gator

Hovers a lot due to being insecure about height

Soundbending connects with synesthesia

Only airbender in city and had to keep it a secret due to stigma

Can befriend nearly any small animal and child? it’s wild

flies around and gets hyper at night, confusing the piss out of us when we all wake up

fights defensively and evasively

bad at sleeping and naps at weird places by getting distracted

easily overwhelmed and hides a bit

Danie

Very oblivious to danger and things going on around

Doesn’t try hard to be funny but is

LOVES snow and uses it as much as possible

always cold though and is constantly in layers/bundled up

Isaac

Catches on fire when embarrassed

Emo

“Hello. Isaac here.”

Blows fire when sneezing

Lucian

Makes bad jokes

Loves shiny things and picks them up all the time

Moves metal bracelets/rings in hands to fidgit

has a cat

Me

Gets a tattoo for the element symbol once mastered (already have earth symbol)

Flirts badly with everyone

Clumsy and anxious

Freckles glow in avatar state

Ti

blue crystals are their signature thing 

gets overwhelmed easily/has periods of intense self isolation so they build a little isolation tent for themselves out of crystals or obsidian because it's smooth and quiet and dark and alone. 

crystal is their normal fighting element, lava happens when they're angry or very serious. 

few burn marks arms and legs from the first time they crated lava

normally really quiet and sorta stays in the background and is really protective 

pet rock snake

Amber

collects cool necklaces

fights using kicks and feet a lot/balancing and quick water moves

specializes in boiling hot water and steam maneuvers 

when agitated, steam comes out of their mouth like a dragon lol cute

okay so it starts out with us meeting each other, of course, idk what the poltpoint is necessarily is or what the kickass mission is but HERE it’s goofy but funny hopefully

SO AMBS is starting out and traveled to the earth kingdom. Comes from a family of multibenders, with deep ancestry to the South Pole making them a water bender. They’re very good and charming, and they have this habit of forming stories with the water (forming it fluidly in the air, taking a lot of dedication and concentration) for fun, but like they gonna kick your ass also for fun. SO they travel cause they wanna see the world, and they go to an earth kingdom and they’re like “o damn.” Queue meeting Ti and Ti is like “wat the fuck is up, I’m an earth bender” and Amber is :O and Ti is like “Oh I know, I specialize with crystals and lava” and Amber continues to be like :O so they spend some time there just gabbing with Ti and they become good friends but then Ambs is like “kay I wanna keep travelling” and Ti is like “hey hey hey, I would also love to travel” so Ambs is like “come be my friend and copilot” and Ti is like “oh fuck yes” and Amber is like “but I don’t know where to go to next” and Ti is like “hey hey hey… you know the avatar…?” and Amber is like “I know of the avatar, certainly” and Ti is like “well they’re in that other earth kingdom you know” and Amber is like “WE MOVIN”

So

They go to the other earth kingdom and they’re like “oh wow the avatar I wanna meet the avatar the avatar would be really cool” and then they meet the avatar and it’s me and I’m like “these powers don’t let me meet pretty girls so what’s the fucking point” and they’re like oh wow the avatar is Not As Cool as previously determined and then I’m like “hey hey y’all are cute tho” and I shimmy over but fall on my way over which continues the trend of Not Cool but I’m like “however this is my Very Cool friend also from the earth kingdom” and here comes Lucian fuckin spidermanning over on some metal fabric and is like “sup I’m Lucian” and then instant friendship, because who wouldn’t want to be friends with spiderman and so they pal around with us and then friendship and I’m like “hey would any of you three, perhaps, be a water, fire, and/or air bender” to which there is a response of “I am a water bender” from amber and I go “please teach me wise one, I’ve already learned earth and metal from this extravagant beast here” and Lucian flexes and then Ti comes up like “I specialize in lava and crystal” and I go “holy butts teach me that as well” and Ti goes “oh certainly” so the avatar not only adds the ability to water, lava, and crystal bend but also the power of friendship and they do a sick four-way high five and travel into the sunset

Continued

Amber is like “hey there is a city on over here” and we are like god DAMN IT Amber you are a FANTASTIC traveler and a wonderful friend and also so beautiful and we so very much love you please take us to this city and so they do and we love them more SO. Here comes Gator who is super shy and chill and they technically avoided us a lot but then we saw them with a bunch of cute lil animals around them as they fed them and they were just So cute and we all fell in love and went “we must protect this darling creature” and so we all looked each other in the eye, nodded, and the adoption process was underway. Gator was kind of like “holy shit this is intimidating whom the fuck?” and we were like “hey, uh, hey, we love you?” and Gator was like “well what a coincidence I love love” and we were like “[beep] yes (shouldn’t curse with the youngins)” and so Gator is like “I WILL TEACH YOU AIR BENDING and these cool magic tricks and also how to create tornados and shit… if u want…” and I was like “oh my God Im going to feed you so much good food also YOU’RE AN AIR BENDER” and Gator was like “yeah I’m the only one in the city but she it’s a secret” and we were all wowed because tat’s AMAZING and it means they’re self taught so they’re fucking smart and we were just like HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT and they’re strong because secret secret, they got a secret, and we started weeping openly and Gator was like “what” and we all just went “what” and so we all nodded and hugged Gator and Gator was a lil overwhelmed but they loved it so we all left, but this time on Gator’s flying bison and with several other new pets

Moving on

We travel and it turns out Gator gets even more delightful when they warm up to people and whenever they talk about their special interests their eyes sparkle and we love this air bending gator and we ask them to do tricks all the time because they’re so?? Cool?? And they oblige and Ti shows us cool as hell crystals and starts fires for us out of Lava and Lucian is like “I’M HARD CORE LIKE METAL” and we laugh and Amber is just so chill and lovely and it’s wonderful totally amazing we have a wonderful time on our travels and everyone teaches me stuff and it’s so cool, everyone is excellent teachers

But suddenly, when on an unhabituated island

Someone runs out of a forest and into our camp and we’re like “hey who the fuck” and danie is like “I- I THE FUCK, THERE’S A BIG ANIMAL BIG BIG ANIMAL BYE” and they just keep runnin and we’re like “surely it cannot be that big”

However

It was.

SO JUST BASED OFF INSTINCT WE START BOLTING FROM THIS CREATURE and everyone was like “hey uh ur the avatar and you’re at least somewhat trained in three elements so what the fuck” and I was like “okay but I’m having performance issues due to anxiety” and they were like “oh no oh fuck no get ur shit together” and then suddenly we were like oh yeah team work, teamwork works, so we all like. Subdued the beast and it was chill and danie was like “oh hello, avatar you say” and I was like “oh my god finally a pretty lady holy shit” and I waltz on over like “hey… sup… how you doin…. It’s me, the avatar… big deal, you know… me… the avatar…” and I go to lean on a tree but miss but she digs it and I’m like “oh fuck yes finally” So she joins our camp and chills with us and is like “yea I’m a water healer but I ran away from home because Depression Session” to which amber and danie immediately bond over the water thing but Amber is like NO WE MUST MAKE YOU HAPPY FOUND FAMILY TROPE YOU’RE PART OF IT NOW and I’m like “hey teach me healing too” and then I flirt but that’s embarrassing and Ti is like “I lava you all” and Lucian is like “spiderman” and sleeps in a nearby tree and Gator Is like “I love my new found family” and Amber, the wise one, is like “okay but hey it’s cool that you are going to learn healing, that is a very good thing to learn,” and we all looked at one another and went “truly” because we forgot Our Kickass Mission that may kill us (which is what some of us want but I digress) so Amber is like “we have to get a firemaster and a REALLY good one like REALLY good” and I pipe up like “yes, exactly, yes” and our search continues for the final piece of the puzzle

So like we were like “okay so we gotta find a cool ass firebender” everyone nodded and said “tru” but then Amber, yet again the wise one, said “ah but you know what would also be a good idea” to which someone said “loving you” and they said “yes, but also. There’s a sacred scroll within a fire nation city that we should steal that has all the dates of historical missions and also the cycles of solstices and shit like it’s smart shit I feel like we should have” and we were like ��god damn it yes but we gotta do thisand be sneaky” and Gator was like “okay we need to blend in with the people, when in rome, and then we’ll sneak in”

So costume change, we all look great, it’s amazing, but I gotta hide the tattoos, but it’s great we’re all fabulous obviously. And as we go along we stumble across a guy lamenting by himself against a wall, moving fire in his hands. I squint. “Look at that emo looking fuck.” “Yes, he’s quite emo,” Lucian responds. Ti agrees, “okay but the mission” and I go “no that’s the firebender we want” and everyone was confused and I was like “1. He’s cute. 2. The more emo a firebender looks, the better they are a firebender, this is like? Common knowledge guys. 3. He’s cute.” And then everyone was like “oh yeah that’s true.”

So.

We stroll on up and he is like, “Hello. Isaac here.” And we’re like “oh hello Isaac” and he’s like “hello. Isaac here.” And danie is like “hey can you keep a secret” and Isaac is like “I can keep a secret and many others yes, but you’re really going to tell a stranger a secret” and we’re all like “we’re very loving and trusting people you seem like a good egg” and Isaac is like “well I can’t argue with that” and we’re like “hey this is the avatar and we need a firemaster to teach her” and he’s like “oh hey I’m a firemaster that can teach her also the avatar? Cool fuck this place *hair flip* smh let me train you.” And we’re like YES but we gotta steal some shit and he’s like “cool fuck this place *hair flip* smh let me steal shit with you.”

So we all have a team and we steal the scroll with some atla/mission impossible type shit and it’s wonderful and Isaac becomes the new emo firemaster And the adventure for the found family continues.

#jr rambles #post: text #dnt rb / #unless you're on of the people in this wacky thing lmfao #long post / #if on mobile sorry aaaaaaaa #atla sis #amber #ti #gc #danie #isaac #lucian #me

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Your Heart’s Desire

a very late submission to @tmntflashfic‘s valentine’s day prompt thing, since it got insanely long, and has to be broken up into parts.

Master Post of Chapters.

————————————————————————————- Chapter Two.

“Is this me?”

Casey twisted his head, looking away from the quick stir-fry he was working cooking on the stove. Raphael was shifting through his schoolwork on the table, and it looked like he’d found the gesture sketches.

“Uh, yeah? ‘s for my classes,” Casey explained, trying for nonchalance. He shoved the vegetables in the pan around a bit. “What do you think?”

Raphael was quiet for a moment, and Casey started to feel weirdly nervous about the demon seeing his artwork. Which was odd, because he never gave a shit about what anyone thought of his art.

It’d been a weird week, so he gave himself some slack on that front.

“…it’s good,” Raphael said eventually, still tracing the page with his eyes. “It’s not as good as a lot of other people’s, but you’re a relatively young human. I guess you have time to get better still.”

“Can you say something without insulting me?”

“No. Idiot.”

Casey huffed, and went back to making dinner.

He was grinning though.

“Asshole,” He said, adding some soy sauce to the pan.

“Right back at you,” Raphael replied without hesitation.

After dinner, they tried playing some games against each other. Casey chose Street Fighter, because he knew he was awesome at it, and felt like showing Raph up at something.

It didn’t go quite as he planned.

“How do you keep beating me?!” Casey exclaimed in dismay, watching the screen flash ‘Loser’ on his half of the divide yet again. “You’ve probably never even played a video game before!”

“Yeah I have, what do you think I do all day in my home dimension?” Raphael asked incredulously, lowering his video counsel. “Eat souls and torture sinners?”

“Uh, yeah??”

“Well you’re wrong. I only do that on Tuesdays.”

“I can’t tell if you’re kidding or not.”

“Yes.”

“Raaaaaaaaph…”

“Best seven out of ten, then? If I win, I get three drops of your blood.”

Casey recoiled, flinching away from Raph. “Yo, what?!”

Raph gave him a look, like Casey was being the weird one here. “Spoils for winning, you know? Fairs fair and all that. Humans do betting too, why is this such a shock to you?”

“We don’t bet our blood!”

“You clearly don’t know much about your own history then.”

“Fucking- can’t we bet normal stuff?”

“This is normal where I come from.”

“Yeah and you come from hell, what’s your point?”

“My point is that you’re being a wimp.”

Casey narrowed his eyes. “Take that back.”

“If you win, you get something equal to three drops of human blood,” Raph said, leveling a look at Casey. “If I win, you already know what I want.”

“How much is my blood worth anyways?” Casey asked, suspicious of being gipped.

Raph shrugged. “A fair amount. Humans are good conduits for a lot of things. Why do you think we encouraged all those sacrifices over the centuries? You could conquer a dimension with enough of those.” Raph blinked. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that. Whatever. You want to bet or not?”

Raph stuck out his hand, short claws extended and a faint red pulse in the center of his palm.

Casey looked at the hand, weighing his options.

What April would do, or what teenage him would do; that was the question.

…eh, fuckit. Now he was curious.

Casey grabbed Raph’s hand. “Deal.”

Their joined hands felt hot, and Raph smiled a pointy grin.

"̢L̢et͠'͟s̷ ̵p͢ĺa̧y ̢t͞hen͢.͘"

Casey lost by two games, and ended up having to slit his finger tip with a kitchen knife.

It was honestly worth the loss, since Raph lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, and almost destroyed Casey’s living room- again- on his way out the balcony doors. Wings extended before he even made it out all the way, and tail lengthening and sweeping Casey’s CD rack onto the floor as he went.

Watching a demon power like some kind of anime character was a thing that Casey would probably never forget, and did not want to forget.

Casey was so sketching that when he got a chance. The process of Raph swiping the drops from his fingers with his tongue, and a bright green glow filling his eyes.

Casey followed outside soon as he could, and hauled ass up to the rooftop of his apartment to see Raph swooping through the air like a maniac. The demon’s laughter could be heard even down on the roof, booming through the air as he shot off red sparks.

That was with just three drops of blood, what would more do? That was the thought Casey had, watching Raph dive and glide at insane speeds.

He also had the thought, what would it be like to fly like that?

He didn’t get a chance to ask though, since Raph stopped circling the roof around then, and flew off into the distance. Casey watched him leave, and wondered if he’d be back. He hoped so. He still needed to chew Raph out for knocking his CD’s over, and challenge the demon to a rematch.

Casey realized a few minutes later, while he was smoking lazily on his couch and half watching a game re-run, that somewhere along the evening’s progression he’d started calling Raphael ‘Raph’ instead.

He stubbed out his cig in the ash tray, and didn’t linger on the thought.

Raph was back on Casey’s couch the next morning, halfway between forms and definitely crushing the springs.

“And where’d you get off to last night?” Casey asked, grabbing some sandwich meats out of the fridge for a morning sub. He was an adult; he made his own breakfast choices. “Terrorize any good villages?”

“Nah… none nearby,” Raph rumbled sleepily, stretching his wings with a huge yawn, and flopping back onto the couch. “Just went for a flight. Felt good, haven’t done it in a few days. Your fault by the way.”

“Hm. Yep.” Casey said without much sympathy. He finished fixing his sandwich, and took a huge bite.

“You’re working on the remembering thing again today. I still want to go home, and your break is officially over once you’re home from school.”

Casey mumbled a reply around his food, and went to put on his shoes while he kept eating. April wasn’t busing with him today, since she only had one seminar later in the day. She was probably up on the roof instead, tending to her plant hybrid experiments.

He glanced back at Raph as he picked up his bag by the door. The demon was asleep again, his dark limbs hanging off the couch since he was currently too big for it.

He really was like a huge, grumpy cat. Full of treats and sleeping it off, complete with the early morning sun shining on him.

Casey let out a huff of laughter, and shut the door quietly behind him.

“̶An̢ytḩi͢ng͠?̀”̧

“Nada. Sorry man, I really got nothing.”

Casey heard Raph’s tail whack against the railing again, and he opened his eyes. His legs felt crampy from sitting in lotus position, especially his left knee. It was supposed to help him ‘center his energy’, but Casey wasn’t feeling it.

He rubbed his smarting knee, trying to ease the old ache there. “Can I call it quits yet? I’m bored as fuck, dude.”

“̴You ̢t͏hin͢k ̛you’r̛e̕ ̨bore͜d̵?” Raph said, a sneer clear in his voice. “̸I’vè ͏bée͏n̶ s͘tuc̶k͠ ̡he͜ŗe͡ ̨f̴or͡ ͡ al̕mo̕s̴t a̸ whól̵e ẃe̕e̸k͞, ̢a͡nd͠ I͜’͡m͘ si͢c̡k of̴ i̸t̨.͘”̨

“Yeah, and I’ve been stuck with you for a whole week. So touché, buddy.”

"I̴ ͞f͞e̕e͢l lik̀e̴ ͡y͡ou̴'͘re u͢s͢ing͡ th͏at i̕nc̸orrect̡ly͏."

Casey shuffled himself in a circle, turning to look at the enormous demon chilling out on his apartment’s rooftop. “What do you know about linguistics?”

"Con͞s͝id͠er̀ing I've ͡b̀èęn a̴liv̢è ̴l͡o͝n͟ger̸ th͝an ̷yo̡u can ̕c̶om̕preh͢e͝nd͟,-” Raph said loftily, opening one lazy green eye at Casey. “-proba͜b̧l͠y̵ mór̀ę tha̴n̡ ͜yo̡u."̡

Casey glared at the demon, leaning on his palm. “Yeah, whatever, old man.”

Raph growled, opening his maw enough to flash his fangs. "Sh͞u͝t ͝up.  ̸A̶nd ̀f̡ine̷, you ͢c͠an ţake͢ a ̕b̢r̶eàk̨."̷

“You’re not the boss of me,” Casey said, just because he felt like it.

"́I̶n y͜o͝u̴r͞ o̡pin͘i̡ơn," Raph said, but there was a teasing tone to his voice.

Casey rolled his eyes, and stretched out his legs as the demon settled back into his half-nap. God damn was that a relief to feel.

As he bent over his legs, stretching slowly, he took a moment to look at the demon on his rooftop. Raph was comfortably stretched out himself, all scaly and everything.

The whole ‘invisible to mere mortals’ thing was pretty cool, since it let Raph chill in his full demon form without issue. His wings were opened and laid flat, and his hair crest going down the length of his spine and tail swayed gently in the early summer wind.

Casey noticed that with the sun on him, Raph’s scales weren’t black. They were just a very, very dark green.

He chuckled to himself, because that plus the red tips on his hair, Raph was technically Christmas colored. He’d make a sickass holiday symbol, especially if he was the one pulling the sleigh on Christmas Eve.

"͢What'́r̸e͞ y̵ǫu ̶l̛a̵u̕gh͘i͡ng ̛a̧t͟?" Raph asked without opening his eyes.

“Nothin’, nothin’… just something stupid.”

Casey was totally drawing that out, and slapping it onto any Christmas cards he made later that year. Probably all the ones following too.

"͞If it͟'͠s̶ ̸y̶o̸u,͡ it̨ prob̨abl͝y̢ ̧i̢s̢ so͠me̢t͟h̵in͞g s̴tupid.͏"

“Hey!”

“You’re very interested in this one subject lately, Casey,” His teacher said, examining the sketches he’d produced that day. She picked up the top paper, looking at the mid-transformation version of Raph. “I’m curious, what’s the source of your inspiration? You’ve improved greatly in just the last week.”

Casey shrugged. He hadn’t noticed he was improving; he’d just been going at it without much thought. It was how he always did his work. “Got a cat, and I guess he’s been influencing my mood.”

His teacher raised her eyebrow. “Interesting interpretation of a cat.”

“Hey, art is subjective ain’t it?”

She chuckled, grinning fondly. “I suppose so. Keep up the good work; I’m excited to see your mid-term project.”

“Heh, me too. Dunno what I’m gonna do with it yet.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Okay, the meditation thing isn’t working, so we’re trying something new,” Casey chucked a stick at Raph, and grinned. “Like some street hockey.”

Raph looked at the old hockey stick Casey had tossed at him, and then looked at Casey. “Seriously?”

“What? It’s when I do my best thinking.”

“Why am I not surprised.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it. Who knows, maybe me squaring off with you without punching will make somethin’ come back to me.”

“Yeah let’s hope so. I’m seriously ready to go home.”

Casey bounced the hard rubber ball on the ground, and caught it on the tip of his stick. “You ready to play or not?”

Raph’s tail swished around his feet, and he rolled his shoulders. “This is kid’s shit. I used to play the better version of this. It had fire involved.”

“Yoooooo… fire hockey’s a thing?”

“Yup. I don’t know why you humans eliminated it. It was probably the best game you’d made in centuries.”

“Okay-” Casey pointed a finger at Raph. “-we are so trying that some time, because that sounds like the sickest shit ever. Right now though? We’re doing the street version. Fire hockey can be later.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll try not to burn you too badly when we do.”

“You can fuckin’ try, little man.”

“I think I will, stultas mortalium.”

“I don’t know what that means but fuck you.”

And with that, Casey flipped the ball into the air, and slapped it towards Raph.

The low traffic in Casey’s neighborhood was one of his favorite things about it, since it meant he could spend hours in the alley without worrying about cars. He hadn’t had a chance to play against someone on level with him in a long while- April only played sometimes, and none of Casey’s art buddies were much for sports- so facing off with Raph was refreshing.

Casey laughed in surprised every time Raph bent and dodged in a physically impossible way. The demon’s body hinged differently than a human’s, evident as he darted around the alley.

For such a stocky guy, Raph moved pretty quickly. Casey was built for speed, so he kept up easily, but damn could the guy move. Maybe it had to do with the tail, which likely helped Raph balance himself faster on the go, but Casey didn’t stop to consider that too much.

Anatomy examination later, hockey now, was his thought process.

Casey had better reach, because his arms were way longer than Raph’s, and he used that his advantage as best he could. He got a couple goals in on Raph like that, slamming the ball home between the trash cans they’d set up. Raph retaliated by using his suddenly there wings to give him a boost, and claimed an equal number of goals on Casey.

In all the rush and adrenaline, Casey forgot to watch himself.

He was too distracted, complete tunnel-vision around Raph’s fast moving form, and he mis-stepped at the wrong moment. A too sharp turn, and he pivoted on his left leg incorrectly.

Casey felt his knee lock up with a sharp pain, and he buckled before he could stop himself.

“Casey- hey Casey! Shit, you alright?”

Casey hissed between his teeth, hands tight around his throbbing joint. “Fuck- no, no I’m- fucking- god, I should have been more careful. Fuck. Fuck that hurts a lot.”

Two strong hands grabbed him by the armpits, and hauled him to his feet. Raph’s arm went under his, and Casey was suddenly being supported by an oddly concerned demon.

“What the hell was that?” Raph asked in a serious tone. “I didn’t even tap you.”

“Old injury, just get me to the step. I gotta stretch it out before it gets too stuck,” Casey said, wincing as he tried to put weight on his leg joint. Nope, hurt too much still. “Ah fuck. I’m gonna have to call it, I’m not walking on this the rest of the night.”

“How’d you hurt yourself like that? Don’t you humans have medicine to fix any injury these days?” Raph asked lowering Casey onto the back steps of the apartment complex.

“Hngh, not quite,” Casey said, easing his twinging muscles. He put his thumbs on either side of his knee, and started massaging. “I got badly fucked up in my knee joint when I was a kid. Well, not a kid. I was seventeen-ish. I got surgery right after, but it wasn’t enough to get me back on the ice.”

“What do you mean?” Raph asked, sitting down next to Casey. His tail brushed against Casey’s leg, starting to coil loosely around it, before Raph twitched it away again.

Casey watched the tail for a moment, and then refocused on his knee. He sighed heavily, trudging frustrations back up old. “All I ever wanted was to play pro. Be one of the greats and all that. I had talent too, which was part of why I was so damn driven. I knew I could do it if I really put my mind to it. I was even lined up for a full scholarship before… before the accident happened.”

Raph was still listening silently, so Casey continued. “I got sidelined by an oncoming car. The driver wasn’t even drunk or anything; he just didn’t see me crossin’ the street. Fucked my knee but good. Doctors told me straight up I wouldn’t be able to go professional, even once I got back on my feet. It was… it was hard, man. I’d bet a lot of shit on my career as a hockey player, and then it was gone-” Casey snapped his fingers. “-just like that. I lost my scholarship, and had to settle for takin’ out student loans for my new majors.”

“…I’m sorry to hear that happened,” Raph said. “It sounds like it was hard.”

Casey shrugged, a little weirded out by the genuine sympathy in the demon’s voice. “I got over it. Switched career paths to future freelance artist, and here we are. It’s not exactly what I dreamed of as a kid, but I like my life okay enough. Always loved fucking around in art class, so it wasn’t too bad of a switch.”

He was downplaying it. It’d been horrible the first year, going through physical therapy and coming to terms that everything he’d ever wanted just wasn’t going to happen. It’d sucked like nothing else, and Casey had been pretty much the picture of misery- until his sister shoved his sketchpad into his hands, and told him to stop being a mopey idiot.

Bless her; he should call her more often.

A magic rune circle suddenly popped up in front of him, and Casey blinked the flashes of light out of his sight as it disappeared just as quick. He looked questioningly at Raph, and the demon shrugged.

“Was just checking if that’s what you’d wanted when you summoned me,” Raph said, not looking directly at Casey. “Figured your sob story sounded like enough of a desire, you’d give even your soul for it.”

“But it’s not?” Casey asked, putting a hand on his chest where the circle had been.

“No, sorry,” Raph said, sounding like he meant it.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault I didn’t take the chance when I had it,” Casey said, forcing nonchalance into his voice. He would not be disappointed, he would not be disappointed- he’d gotten over that stuff years ago. Life was what it was, and there wasn’t any going back. Not even for that. “Think you could help me inside? I got some painkillers in the kitchen.”

“Sure.”

As Raph slung Casey arm over his broad shoulders, Casey had an idea.

“Wait, how about we try…”

A moment later, he was shooting up the four stories to his apartment balcony, carried by his demonic house guest. Casey whooped loudly- loud enough it scattered the pigeon family that’d started roosting on the rooftop.

April poked her head out her doors as they landed, and she barely raised an eyebrow at the wings Raph had. She looked instead at how Casey was watching his leg, and how Raph was still holding him up. “You hurt your leg again?”

“Ha, yup. Got too excited.”

“You should be more careful, or you’ll have a cane before you’re forty,” She said, shaking her head in admonishment.

“Careful is for when I’m old,” Casey joked.

“I don’t think ‘careful’ is actually in your vocabulary,” April said dryly, gesturing at the demon assisting Casey still. “Case and point with your current roommate.”

“She’s got you there,” Raph agreed.

“Hey, no ganging up on me you two. I’m out numbered here.”

Casey ended up taking it easy the rest of the evening, leg propped on a pillow on the coffee table. Raph was even kind enough to share the couch- which he’d claimed as his own lately- and leave enough space for Casey to be comfortable.

He fell asleep without noticing, his pain meds making him drowsy, and jerked awake when someone tapped him on the forehead.

April loomed over him, her eyes a little too wide and her hair in disarray.

Casey didn’t even blink at her random appearance; he was used to that by now. He glanced instead at the clock, and realized it was insanely late. He rubbed his eyes, yawning as he did. “Je-sus April, what’re you doing in my apartment at three in the morning?”

“All-nighter,” April said in a flat tone, giving away just how long she’d been awake. “I need some of the plants I gave you.”

“Wha’ for?” Casey asked, still mostly asleep.

“Science.”

“Of course. You know where they are,” He gestured towards the tiny apartment around them. “Just take what you need. If they come back half a carnivorous species, just make sure you gimme instructions on how to feed them.”

“It’s bioluminescence this time,” April corrected absently, already moving in on Casey’s plants.

“Oh. Cool. Send pics of the results.”

“Will do,” April muttered, examining one of the small potted plants in her hands.

Casey yawned again, and turned his head as he remembered he wasn’t the only one on the couch.

Raph’s usually terse expression was absent, his features calm and resting. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, rising steadily as he breathed slow and deep. One of his horns was poking a hole into the cushion, but Casey figured some sausages in the morning would fix that.

Casey traced the strong jaw Raph had, as well as the skin he showed down his neck and shoulders. How the guy never got cold, wearing nothing but black jeans and red tank top all the time, Casey couldn’t tell. Maybe it was all that muscle and fire breath.

“I’m surprised you two are getting along so well, all of a sudden,” April commented, reappearing with four of Casey’s plants in her arms. She looked down at him, her eyes bright with sleeplessness and caffeine. “You were at each other’s throats just a few days ago, and now you’re playing footsies.”

Casey blinked, and realized his and Raph’s feet were touching on the small coffee table. Casey took his feet off the table, and started to stand up. “We’re just figuring shit out is all, nothin’ weird about that.”

“I didn’t say it was,” April said, eyeing Casey as he struggled to put pressure on his knee again. “You did though. Hm.”

“Don’t ‘hm’ me, April,” Casey said, shooting her a look. “You’re probably running on two energy drinks and seven hours of sleep to twenty-four awake. You don’t exactly think clearly like this.”

“No, of course not,” April said, an innocent smile gracing her features. “I know nothing about nothing. Go to bed Casey, I’m sure you two have a busy day tomorrow.”

“You get weird without sleep, April,” Casey said, choosing to ignore April’s insinuations.

“Don’t we all,” April tittered- actually tittered- as she headed for the still open door into Casey’s home. She pulled it shut with the toes of her bare feet, and disappeared as quietly as she appeared. The door somehow swinging shut without a sound.

Casey shook his head, and hobbled off to bed.

And April called him weird. Demon guest notwithstanding, Casey was probably closer to normal than she was, even if she pretended otherwise.

Casey vaguely noted, as the days piled up, he got… comfortable, having his new roommate around.

Raph was still an asshole- but then again, Casey could be just as. It worked out.

They still tried at figuring out how to send Raph home, but… there wasn’t as much fervor as there used to be.

Casey didn’t question it, and didn’t bring it up. If he were honest- which he wouldn’t be- he didn’t quite want Raph to leave anymore.

Sure the guy still ate like no tomorrow, bitched about everything he could, and caused a general nuisance- but he was completely chill when he wasn’t doing all that.

Turned out Raph liked to sketch too, and traded Casey a flight in the sky for a pad and pencils. Best trade ever, in Casey’s opinion. He’d never been that high up, excluding the one flight from New York to his university.

Raph had gone up to the roof with him, changed into his full form, and let Casey climb onto his back. Casey was instructed to hold onto Raph’s stiff crest, and to not let go.

Then they’d shot up into the air, and Casey had screamed with everything he had.

It was incredible.

He could barely see at first, they’d been going so fast, but some magical trick of Raph’s fixed that. He managed to convince Raph to stay up in the air until Casey’s arms and legs were sore from tensing, and it was worth every ache later in the evening.

He ended up sketching the flowing way Raph could fly, once he was up in the air, while Raph sat across him on the couch and sketched… whatever he’d sketched. He wouldn’t show Casey it at all. Casey returned the favor, and kept his drawings to himself.

Raph started showing at his school again, but minus the destruction of property and ninja sneak attacks. Mostly, he avoided campus security, and strolled in and out of Casey’s free-study periods without care if Casey was working or not.

Casey’s classmates gave him questioning looks, and actually spoken questions, about the tank top guy who kept dropping by. Casey kept things vague.

“He’s just a guy I know,” He said, the fifth time someone asked.

“A guy who stops by every second period?” His easel buddy questioned incredulously.

“Yes,” Casey said shortly, then popping on his headphones so he didn’t have to answer any more queries.

Raph would also come and steal bits of Casey’s lunches- and April’s, when he could get away with it without injury by plastic cutlery. April wielded a mean fork, and an even meaner spork.

His two friends interacted with a dynamic of sniping and blunt questions, which was way too hilarious to watch as they tried to out smarm each other within a forty-five minute period.

When Raph had gone from ‘unwanted houseguest’ to ‘friend’, Casey couldn’t tell. He didn’t linger on that thought, same as all the other thoughts he wasn’t lingering on.

Casey started working on his mid-term project, finally laying down the sketched groundwork for it.

He pushed it to the very back of the studio, and put a sheet over it when he wasn’t there.

Casey had originally been used to only one person invading his home space- April- but he’d somehow adjusted quickly to having two. One of them being a constant presence, excluding when he disappeared for solo flights.

It was comfortable. Casey kind of really liked it, having company like Raph’s.

When he wasn’t trying to be a deliberate asshole, or setting something or someone on fire, he was fairly cool to hang around. Games, sketching, sometimes cooking if Casey could convince Raph to flash-fry things with his magic… it was fun. A lot of fun.

Casey avoided thoughts about Raph leaving, and started to only reluctantly work on remembering why he’d summoned him. He did it still, if only to keep the dynamic they had going, and because he felt a bit bad for trapping Raph on his plain of existence.

Raph wasn’t complaining a ton anymore though, so maybe he’d adjusted?

Casey didn’t mention that fact. He didn’t want to bring it to the demon’s attention, if it’d slipped by.

Things stayed pretty calm, until he came home after school about two and a half weeks into Raph’s stay, and found the demon hunched over something on the carpet.

Casey dropped his bag in horror, as he realized… there were shredded plants everywhere on his carpet.

“Oh… no, no no no- shit!” Casey grabbed at his hair, starting to panic. “Raph, please tell me you didn’t demolish April’s new plants. Please tell me you didn’t!”

Raph’s tail lashed across the floor, sweeping more torn leaves around. Casey noticed it was weirdly puffy in places, but he ignored it as he started to march towards Raph. “Dude, seriously. Do you know how fricking important those were to her projects? She’s going to kill us for this-”

Casey bit off the rest of his words, as Raph’s head whipped around, and Casey got a look at the demon’s eyes.

His sclera was still white, but his pupils were blown completely wide. His usually green eyes looked black.

Casey raised his hands defensively, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. “Whoooooa- okay. Okay. The fuck’s with you?”

Raph’s only response was a low growl, and another tail lash.

Casey stepped backwards from the crouching demon, hands still raised. Maybe it was time to go and find April’s water gun. “Yeah… uh, I’m just gonna go. You can keep those plants if you like. Um. April will just need to talk to you la-AH FUCK-!”

Raph suddenly bounded towards him, and Casey tried to turn tail and run- but a solid mass of muscle landed on his back, and his chin met the floor.

Sharp nails prickled his back, and Casey ineffectively tried to scramble out from under Raph’s weight. Casey may or may not have shrieked, as a rolling growl emanated from the chest pressed against him, and the size of the hands holding him increased.

Casey was halfway out of his head with panic- because holy shit how did he forget that Raph could totally kill him at any time- when something raspy and wet went up the back of his neck.

Casey shrieked as the sensation repeated itself.

“What the FUCK Raph-?!”  Casey yelled, cut off again as Raph’s tongue slid over his hair, and his words turned into another scream.

Casey struggled a few more times, but ultimately resigned himself to being groomed by the giant, stupid cat demon sitting on him. “You know what? I changed my mind about you being an okay guy. Fuck you.”

Raph’s only response was something that was almost definitely a purr.

Casey’s scalp was drenched by the time he remembered his keyset in his pocket.

Giant cat, fucking duh, he knew how to get the idiot off his literal back.

Casey ignored the way his arm hurt, wedging it between Raph’s scaly chest and the floor, and poked around in his pockets for his keys.

Soon as he had them, he tugged them free, and turned on the pen laser.

Raph’s grooming stopped, and then his weight vanished in a puff of smoke.

Casey scrambled onto his feet, shuddering at the cold feeling his wet hair gave him, and looked at the now mostly human Raph. The demon was staring intently at where the red dot had disappeared, tail lashing on the floor.

Casey looked at the laser in his hands, then back at Raph.

If he were someone else, this would be the time to duck and run.

He was not someone else.

Casey switched on the penlight again.

April kicked in his door the thirtieth time the walls shook, and she looked down right murderous.

“Casey. Fucking. Jones.” She growled through her teeth, stalking into the room. “I don’t know if you know this, but that is the wall we share, and I am trying to study right now, and-” She stopped, and zeroed in on the decimated plant life on the floor. “Are those my plants? Casey.”

Casey shied away from his neighbor’s fury, grinning sheepishly. "I’m sorry, I know, but watch this."

He whisked the penlight across the room, and Raph went flying into the wall following it. The resounding thump shook the wall and left a sizable dent, but Casey personally felt it was worth it.

“See? See??” Casey said, gesturing at the dazed demon. “He’s high as a kite and it’s fucking hilarious.”

April looked at Raph- pupils still blown wide and how he was all around puffy- and then back at Casey, who was trying to seem as innocent as possible. She didn’t look impressed.

“Okay in my defense- he was like this when I got here. I had nothing to do with the plants.”

“Sure.”

“Seriously! I was totally going to come and find you, but you see this shit? I couldn’t just- just not do this, I mean come on. How many chances am I going to-”

Casey shrieked as Raph jumped on his back again, and April watched passively as the demon held Casey to the floor.

“Okay, now this?” She said, cracking a smile as Raph started purring again. “This is hilarious.”

Casey stretched his arm out for the penlight, and fell short by an inch. “April- April help, he’s going to start- AUGH FUCK- SEE?! HE’S GROOMING ME.”

“I’m seeing alright,” April said, still not helping Casey.

“Apriiiiiiiiiil…”

“You made your grave, lay in it with dignity,” April said unsympathetically as Raph’s heavy weight crushed Casey’s lungs.

“Help me!”

“Mmm… no thanks,” April said, reaching into her jeans pocket.

“Are- are you getting out your phone?”

“Yes I am.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Say cheese, Casey,” April grinned, turning the camera on him and the demon on his back.

“You know what, fuck you too, April,” Casey said grumpily, flipping the camera and his friend off. “You’re both horrible people and I’m never trusting either of you again.”

“Technically, the demon currently grooming you like a kitten isn’t a people.”

“Fuck off.”

“Not until I’m finished with some blackmail.”

“Fuck oooooooff.”

April only laughed at his position on the floor, and Raph’s rumbling purr said exactly what he thought of the situation.

“You wouldn’t let me off the floor for a whole hour.”

“Shut up!”

“A whole. Hour.”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Sorry doesn’t change what happened!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you! April has blackmail on us now!”

Raph’s reply made the lights flicker, and the remaining plants in Casey’s apartment die.

Casey pointed a finger at him. “Okay, just because you’re being pissy, doesn’t mean you do black magic in the apartment.”

“It’s not black magic!” Raph exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “You humans invented that idea! Magic is magic! There’s no black or white or grey anything!”

“That sounds fake but okay.”

Raph hissed, and kicked the coffee table.

“I said leave off the coffee table!”

“Fuck you!”

April sent them both the video later that evening- for the third time, because she was cruel and heartless- and Casey and Raph couldn’t even watch the thing. Casey had honestly never been more mortified, and it was a hard thing to mortify him. Raph didn’t look any better off.

Raph had grabbed Casey’s phone, deleted the link, and looked him dead in the eye as he did. “We never speak of this to my family. We never speak of this again at all.”

“I don’t know who your family is, but agreed,” Casey said solemnly.

“And let’s hope you never do,” Raph said in a low tone, shoving the phone back at Casey and stomping out the balcony doors. He took off without a look back, and Casey didn’t blame him. There was a lot of space needed at the moment, and Casey completely welcomed it.

He went and took a long, long shower, and tried to erase from his mind the feeling of Raph’s tongue against his skin.

His mind drifted back to that one too many times though, and he had to switch to a cold shower halfway through.

His face felt like it was burning anyways.

Casey texted April when he got out of the shower, in an attempt to distract himself.

 youre evil, woman

EVIL

 You wrecked my plants, and hilarious after effects or not, you deserved what you got for it.

Who knew certain herbs could do that to a demon.

I may have to write this down.

 dude fuck you

 No thanks.

 delete the video

 Nope.

I made copies already, too.

Scientific evidence.

 E V I L

EEEEEEVIIIIIIIL

 So how did it feel to get completely dominated, Casey?

How was the tongue?

 FUCKING BYE

WHY AM I FRIENDS WITH YOU

 Because you like strong figures, both physically and mentally, to be in your life.

Hint hint.

 IM DELETING YOUR CONTACT BYE APRIL

 Goodnight, Casey.

Sinful dreams.

Whoops, I meant ‘sweet’.

Or did I?

 I HATE YOU LITERALLY SO MUCH

FUCK YOU APRIL

FUCK YOU

 Casey threw his phone into the corner of his laundry pile with a burning face, and vowed to never speak to April again.

Raph wouldn’t make eye contact with Casey for another day, and honestly? Casey could barely look at the guy himself. Space was very welcome at the moment.

Casey woke up to a fixed apartment though- dents and holes and claws scratches all gone- and figured that was enough of a peace treaty to warrant burying the embarrassing hatchet.

continued.

#Your Heart's Desire tag #my writing #it's an update! #look at it!! #love it!!! #raphael #Casey Jones #rasey #TMNT 2012 #tbh april is my favourite #i love her with all my heart and soul #she's the real MVP of this au #probably has no mistakes but eh #there's always a few that sneak in