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foood - 1

Marga excitedly fiddled with her skirt as she waited for her knew friend to arrive. She had been chatting back and forth with Reah for a couple weeks and she suggested they go out to get some food and relax. She had picked a cute little ramen shop that had beautiful interior decorations. She was waiting for a couple minutes since she had shown up a little earlier than she would have liked to admit. 

She took a sip of her boba that she ordered and messed around on her phone as the time passed by. She was a little shy about asking Reah to a friend-date, thinking she might get the wrong idea about it. Don’t get Margarita wrong though, she thought Reah was extremely good looking and sweet, but she didn’t want to admit any of that for now.

Reah took her bike down to the more suburban part of her city to where Margarita asked her to meet. She didn't think much of it; they HAD been chatting for a little while, so this was bound to happen. She saw it up ahead near the sidewalk, and hooked up her bike to a bike rack a little ways away. Taking out her phone, she texted the other, saying, "Almost there btw. Walking now"she really likes tank 

Margarita smiled at her phone and sent back a quick message, “Okay!” She kicked her feet under the table as she waited patiently still. Was she a little nervous? Absolutely. Why? She wasn’t entirely sure, it was a mix of a lot of emotions that she couldn’t describe very well.

The door opened just a few moments later, with Reah sticking her head in the doorway before walking in. She told the waiter at the front that she was meeting someone. She glanced around the tiny shop, before noticing Margarita in one of the booths, by the front window. "Oh, hey." She tapped the skeleton on the shoulder, going around to sit across from her. She had a simple black tank top with a red hoodie tied around her waist, and dark grey jeans with some beat-up red Converses to go with it.

Margarita’s smile only grew as they gave a cute little wave. ‘Hi! How have you been?’ They signed to the larger skeleton before taking a sip of their drink. She was a little more nervous than she would have hoped but I’ll be okay. A small part of her thought that maybe she had a small crush, and it was right. She kinda did, not a huge one (yet lol) but she did have some building feels towards the very nice skeleton in front of her.

"Tired, but that's fine." She crossed her arms on the table, leaning over a little bit. She pointed at the drink on the table. "What you got there?"

Marg looked at the item of her friend’s interest and smiled softly, gently pushing it to Reah. ‘Try it, it’s a fruit drink they serve here. It’s pretty good, do you like pineapple?’ She signed after offering the drink, it was pretty good but she didn’t mind sharing. Some of her sisters (who won’t be named) are crazy about sharing food but she wasn’t like that at all.

"Oh. Thanks." She replied, pulling the drink closer to her. "You want me to ask for a straw? Or are you fine with me sipping from the glass or your straw?" She asked before drinking, holding the glass in her hand.

 I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea HOW you even sip. But either way I don’t mind, we’re friends it’s fine.’ She reassured, cracking a small joke to ease their own internal awkwardness.

She laughed, before going "Oh, yeah. It's a little weird, but it works." She used Margarita's straw (it would've been a lot harder to drink straight from the glass), lifting the straw up from the drink a little to reach her face. "Oh, that's pretty good! What's in there? I taste strawberry." She almost took another sip but refrained, and pushed it back to her.

‘Mhm, strawberry, pineapple, and lemonade!’ She seemed happy that Reah enjoyed the drink, her nose and corners of her eyes scrunching up a little as she let out a silent-laugh. Margarita lifted her hands up to sign again but the waitress had come back to check in with them. 

“Hi there! I see you now have company. My name is Shiba, I’ll be your server for today, would you like to order a drink Mx?” Shiba was talking to Reah with a pleasant, customer-service smile.chilljammer"I'll get the drink she has." She told the waitress, pointing at the 

 drink. "And I'll get..." She glanced at the menu for a moment. "C3. Thank you." She held out her menu to Shiba, before turning to Margarita. "You done with your menu?"

She gave a small nod and handed it off to Reah, it getting passed along to Shiba who left to go put their orders in. Margarita looked back to Reah and thought for a moment. ‘So, how’s your brother and my sister? You told me a little about not really liking the change.’

Well, I think they're doing pretty good. Dex comes to visit 2-3 times a week and stays over on Saturdays sometimes. Still not a big fan of this, but it's much better than nothing." She said, resting her hand on one of her hands. "I'm getting used to it. Don't tell Lemonade, but I'm warming up to her a little." She added with a small grin.

She was listening and nodding along while Reah talked, laughing at her last statement about liking Lemon a little. ‘That’s okay, it’s better than fighting and stuff.’ She remarked, having a good point.

"Oh, definitely. With either of them. I don't think I wanna see your sister mad. I know I'm a little scary mad but her? Boy, she's probably on another level!"lovelydrawz‘You’re telling me, she can be just as bad as GJ. She just chooses to keep a lot of stuff hidden in, like her anger.’ Margarita pointed out. ‘If things ever do get rough let me know, I could help you talk with her.’ She smiled pleasantly.

"That would be helpful if needbe. Thanks!" She replied, putting two thumbs up. "Enough about me, though. What about you? Got any pets? I kinda wanna know more about your siblings, just in case I meet them- so I know what to expect. And do you know how Dex is doing with you guys? Like, relationship wise with everyone that isn't your sister, haha." She paused for a second, folding her hands on the table with a slightly worried glance. "Was that too much?"

Margarita was just trying to process all the questions, it was a lot but she could manage. ‘No no, you’re okay. I have an emotional support animal that I take with me sometimes, Dex is a sweetheart and everyone loves him except for GJ but she doesn’t like many people.’ It took her a moment to sign all that. ‘As for my sisters, they’re all so unique it would take hours to tell you about the 5 not including myself. Though if you had a person in specific you wanted to know about I could assist with that.’

"Hmm. Lemonade, I guess." Gotta keep tabs on her and Dex somehow.

"That would be helpful if needbe. Thanks!" She replied, putting two thumbs up. "Enough about me, though. What about you? Got any pets? I kinda wanna know more about your siblings, just in case I meet them- so I know what to expect. And do you know how Dex is doing with you guys? Like, relationship wise with everyone that isn't your sister, haha." She paused for a second, folding her hands on the table with a slightly worried glance. "Was that too much?" Margarita was just trying to process all the questions, it was a lot but she could manage. ‘No no, you’re okay. I have an emotional support animal that I take with me sometimes, Dex is a sweetheart and everyone loves him except for GJ but she doesn’t like many people.’ It took her a moment to sign all that. ‘As for my sisters, they’re all so unique it would take hours to tell you about the 5 not including myself. Though if you had a person in specific you wanted to know about I could assist with that.’ "Hmm. Lemonade, I guess." Gotta keep tabs on her and Dex somehow.

Margarita smiled, ‘Figured!’ She gave a silent giggle and went back to the person at hand. ‘She’s the oldest and a lot of us look up to her, Sweet is crazy about her and acts kinda similar but they have big differences. Lemon —whether she likes it or not— has emotions, and a LOT of them. She kinda has issues with bottling everything in and used to have a lot of meltdowns. It appears Dex is good at stopping that from happening so I praise him for that.’ She signed all that out but it probably hurt her hands a little. 

‘Regardless, she is very strong willed and a little stubborn. It’s hard to negotiate with her sometimes but she will here people out. There are.. darker things in her past but she’s okay. You can ask her about it since it isn’t my place to say. Her and Sweet do share personality traits.. and similar traumas.’ She explained before taking a sip of her drink, signifying that she was all done sharing.

"... Oh." That was all she had left to say. What else was she to add? Maybe she shouldn't have been so hard on her... when they had first met.Margarita could kinda tell what she was thinking and gently put her hand on too of Reah’s. ‘It’s okay, she doesn’t hold grudges. She really likes you.’ She gave a weak smile, hoping she didn’t overshare and fuck things up. She was great at oversharing so this wasn’t unusual, though she felt bad for saying so much.

She shifted her hand away from her, not because she was in the wrong, she just a little... uncomfy with it, for the time being. (lol) "Thanks. I really hope so, now that I know--at least to an extent--of what she's been through..."

Marg retracted her hand, noting mentally that Reah might not like touches (at least without permission). ‘Don’t feel bad, she’s tough and has been powering through that stuff. She doesn’t like dwelling on it so you shouldn’t have to either.’ Her smiled relaxed a little but she was a little fidgety. ‘Would could move to another topic if you want.’smile*

"Uh, uh... yeah. Sure. Uhm... you got any pets? Dex and I always wanted one but it never happened, haha." She answered, folding her hands back together on the table (she had separated them after Marg had signed about Lemonade in a little bit of shock).

Margarita nodded excitedly and pulled out her phone, pulling up a picture of her and her dog. She was in a dress and might have been going to an event or something. ‘My service dog, she’s my only “pet”. She’s really sweet, her name is Delilah.” The pup in question was a pretty big border collie, her fur long and fluffy. She had very pretty blue-gray eyes that shined compared to her dark coat.

Her [main] pupils dilated and grew wide and shiny, as she stared at the phone screen "Oh my goodness. She's fucking adorable! So are you!" Oops. Fuck. She put a hand over her "mouth". "Sorry about my language. She's just so cute and fluffy looking... I love dogs..."

The poor, innocent being that was Margarita lit up like a Christmas tree, her face colored with a glittery white blush. ‘I don’t mind the swears, she is super fucking cute.’ She signed jokingly while giving another silent laugh. ‘She’s really smart too, you could meet her sometime if you would like.’ She offered to be nice, though she was pretty sure Delilah wouldn’t mind because she liked other humans when she wasn’t being a working dog.

"Oh yeah! Definitely up for that. Dex is a cat person, but he doesn't mind dogs. How come she's not with you, if you're comfortable with answering-?" If she could pet such a fluffy dog she's ascend right then and there.

‘She’s at the vet, I usually need her for my anxiety but sometimes I’m okay without her. She’s getting a checkup with my sister at is probably home by now.’ She explained, taking her phone back and putting it in her pocket. ‘I used to have crippling anxiety in crowded spaces but this place isn’t packed and I’ve gotten better with time anyway. Delilah is usually with me just in case though.We could definitely stop by my house and you could give her a visit, she’d probably like the attention

"Oh hell yeah- only if you want to, of course! I get it if you'd wanna wait-" Reah started, before stopping and holding her hands up like she was being arrested, but her hands were hovering over more of her chest area instead.

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omg reah is back yall - 1

Reah finally got a day off this week. Although she didn't hate it, it was nice to relax once in a while. But, she figured that she could've made a little more money today and was planning to work. Dex stopped that real fast.

"The station gave you a day off, so you're getting a day off!" He had told her sternly, pushing her out the door of their apartment supposedly for fresh air. She wished he hadn't chosen this particular day to stay with her, but he had probably done that on purpose. He was always so on top of things... 

She rolled her eyes. She still held a slight bias against his girlfriend, who he had moved in with recently and left her rather desolate now. She didn't care if that sounded drastic, even if she wasn't totally a people-person, she still liked company... 

She huffed. Although she was happy he was living his best life--or whatever those stupid ads said that were about vacations--she was still salty about it. Hopefully she masked it well so that his girlfriend didn't notice it. She pulled her phone out of her camo green, harlan-styled joggers, idly scrolling through social media while walking down the sidewalk.

The day of a very small skeleton who was listening to music on a jog had started very differently. She had the day off for self-care and decided to go on a nice morning run. She was a little insecure about her body but her younger sister —youngest in the family, mind you— always told her to keep her head up and do it just because it would keep her healthy. 

 Margarita trotted down the sidewalk, not noticing she was approaching a skeleton who was most likely 6 or 7 inches taller than her. She was super focused on her breathing that she didn’t even notice her. She eventually did, however, by suddenly bumping into her and immediately tumbling over onto her ass. A small squeak had come out when she had hit the concrete. She looked up at the stranger and immediately felt a wave of anxiety. “I-I-I-I-I’m s-so s-sssssorry.” She stuttered out, though speaking was very difficult for her, she sometimes forced herself to so she could apologize in situations like this

"What the-" They had started muttering angrily, before looking down and pausing her rant instantly. It was a small, now-trembling skeleton on the cement, holding her phone with a pair of earbuds sticking out of it. She had some... weird floating red thing hanging over her skull. She assumed it was some sort of skeleton-hair thing. 

 She was wearing insert clothing desc here. 

with more clothing ehre 

 She hurriedly knelt down next to the small skeleton, offering her hand. "Hey, hey, are you okay?" She asked the other , who looked terrified. The skeleton reminded her of Dex a lot, especially in a situation like this, which explained her sudden change in demeanor. 

Margarita’s eyelights flickered to the hand, then back up at Reah. She wasn’t very trusting to new people, but her sisters always said to give everyone a chance. She shakily put her hand into the larger’s, excepting the help and being pulled up back onto her feet. 

She gave a small nod in response to Reah’s questions, the base of her tail hurt from landing so hard on it but she’d be okay. With Reah new closer and able to see her better, it was easy to see that she was a unique looking skeleton like Reah. She had a smaller eye on her forehead above the larger two. She had more than two eyes like her! Not to mention how brightly colored her bones were, reds, yellows, blues, and her bright green eyelights. She was definitely a sight to behold, she also smelled of fresh fruit, it was a pleasant smell. 

The skeleton gently pulled her hand away and waved her hands in the air to sign. ‘Do you know ASL?’ She signed with her shaky hands, tail even between her legs like a wounded dog.

Reah chuckled slightly, glad to see she wasn't the only radical skeleton in the city. Even though most skeletons there looked quite different from each other, most followed a formula which made them easy to identify. She glanced down at the skeleton's hands, which were signing a little fast for her but she understood most of it. "Oh? Yeah, yeah I do." She responded out loud but also signing with her hand, making a fist and shaking it back and forth, almost as if knocking on a door, which meant "yes".

She almost looked excited as she let out a breath of relief and continued to sign with the other. ‘You do not need to sign, I am able to hear just fine. I am a selective mute though so I struggle with speaking.’ She explained with her hands. ‘I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, sorry for bumping into you.’ She sighed with a sympathetic look, ‘Did I hurt you at all?’ She was worried about making another mistake and hurting someone with her clumsiness again. Her face was a little red from an embarrassed blush about the whole thing

She waved her off. "No, you're good. Are you okay, though?" She asked, out of courtesy. She was curious why she chose to be mute, but knew that was probably a touchy subject, so she refrained.

 am fine, might be a little sore for a bit but I’ll live.’ She signed, a shy smile on her face. She was pretty happy that another person knew sign, a lot of people didn’t give enough of a shit to learn for her. ‘Once again I am sorry. Oh wait! You look a little like my older sister’s boyfriend, that’s odd.’ She signed with a new found curiosity, to be fair, Reah did look a lot like Dex face-shape wise

Now, Reah was around 5'11, with four thick, gray femur-like bones protruding from her skull in an x-formation. She had 6 red eyes- 2 big ones, and 2 smaller ones on each, with one on top and the other to the side and below the big eye. She had white eye lights. 

 Dex was around 5'8, and a dark greenish cyan with big x-eyes and yellow bones on his head. But the head shape alone was enough, obviously. "Oh, shit." She muttered, going wide-eyed. "Please don't tell me her name is Lemonade..."

 is! Wait…’ Margarita stopped signing immediately, her own sockets pretty wide, including the top eye. ‘You are Dex’s sister that wanted to kill Lemonade on first meeting her, aren’t you?’ She signed, a lot more nervous now. ‘Based on your reaction I take it you don’t like my sister?’ She asked with curiosity intertwined with her obvious anxiety.

"Ah, so you've heard about me..." She muttered. "Well, I mean-" She started, before changing what she was about to say. "No, you're right. I'm just... over-protective of my brother. When he's the only family member you have AND younger than you with no relationship experience, you get pretty worried. Also, he hadn't answered any of my texts that night, afterward when he stayed with her." The last two sentences her tone dropped a little. Her tail swished back and forth, with anxiousness as she waited for a reply.

Margarita thought for a moment and eventually gave a small smiled again, patting Reah on the shoulder. ‘It’s okay, I understand where you are coming from and why you did what you did. There is not reason to be ashamed.’ She gave a silent laugh, ‘You’re a good sister. You remind me of one of my other older sisters who is also protective like that.’

‘I’m sure Lemonade doesn’t mind that whole ordeal though, she likes you a lot. She may not say it much, but she does. She appreciates all that you did for your Bother.’ Margarita eventually blushed heavily, ‘I’m sorry! I’ve been signing too much-’

"Oh, Grape... Grape Juice, right? Dex told me a little about his encounter with her. And thank you." They said, before adding "No, no! It's okay. Whatever makes you comfortable. Besides, I'm a little rusty, so this is good practice too."

She nodded, ‘Alright, if you say so.’ Her tail wagged excitedly behind her, she didn’t usually talk with people like this. ‘What is you name? Lemon told me about you but I never really got a name.’

She heaved a small, almost unnoticeable sigh that just looked like a heavy breath. This was not how her morning was supposed to go... But, she appreciated talking to someone that wasn't Dex, so she concluded the good outweighed the bad. 

“My name is Reah, Reah Khorri." She grinned (with her eyes of course) at her tail wagging.

‘Your name is very pretty! It sounds nice all together like that!’ She replied with enthusiasm, her tail still swishing behind her. ‘I don’t know if you know my name but it’s Margarita! Like the drink.’ She said with another silent snicker, ‘Our parents met and thought since they both had beverage-themed names they should do the same for us.’

‘Also does anyone ever tell you how pretty your eyes are? You have six! That’s super cool compared to just two.’ They seemed to like her eyes a lot, excitedly rambling about how pretty they were.

"Oh-! Well, thank you." she sputtered, slightly flustered and taken aback. "Appreciate it; no one's said that about my eyes before, hah." She had never seen someone so excited about eyes, much less hers. "I suppose it is. They DO extend how much i can see by a little, so that's nice."

She listened as Reah talked, really liking that she could finally talk to someone who didn’t baby her. Suddenly her phone started buzzing and she saw it was her sister texting a bunch. ‘I’m sorry, one of my sisters is just wondering why I’ve been gone longer than usual.’ She said while quickly shooting the sister in question a text. ‘I have to go but it was great talking to you! Maybe we could talk again sometime? I could give you my number.’ She offered innocently, her phone still in hand.

"Oh, sure! I'm certain Dex would appreciate this." She joked, pulling up her contacts on her phone. "Shoot." (shoot as in go on)

‘693-2571-XXXX.” She signed slowly so Reah caught every number. ‘Text or video call me whenever, I don’t mind.’ She added while shyly fidgeting with her headphone cord.

“Got it. Cool. You’ll get a text from me; you’ll know who it is when you get it.” She responded, tapping it in and handing her the phone to put her name it.

‘Alright, thanks!’ She gave a bright smile and took her phone back when Reah was done. ‘I’ll see you around then! Goodbye, Reah!’ They said their goodbyes and then she was off back home.

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semester studies - 3

Dejon was sitting cross-legged on his bed, sporting an earthy green t-shirt with a black, long sleeved undershirt, which was new, for one. He was also wearing a pair of worn black bomber pants. Sweet was laying to the side of him horizontally, on his arm while he scrolled though his phone idly. 

They had finished their Friday homework with no major tests in sight for next week, so they were taking a break in a comfortable silence.

It had been a month, exactly a month, since that one study session. At least, what happened after it. Exams were long over by then, thank goodness. He tried not to give it too much thought but they were constantly reminded of it every day, but he tried ignoring it. 

Part of the reason he started wearing long sleeves or jackets. Things like that. Luckily, it was getting a bit breezy and colder since it was January. However, during the weird days where it was unusually warm, he was jokingly asked why he was wearing long sleeves or a light jacket/sweater on such a day. He'd rolled his eyes and gave a retort in response. His parents also seemed a little suspicious, but it seemed they were waiting for more "evidence" to question him about it. He tried his best to not reveal anything, but he had some close calls (like his dad walking in on him wearing a tank top while taking a nap, but luckily his blanket and dark room made it hard to see anything). Sweet seemed fine though, but he had growing hunch that something was up..

There were a lot of things up with Sweet, she was still being harassed in the halls by her ex-bully’s friends. It was too a point where Sweet was always sticking with Dejon. Sitting near him in classes and if she was walking to her locker she always asked him to come with. Any time he asked why she’d make up something like, “No reason, I just like walking with you.”

The poor girl was tired from all the emotional drainage that was happening from her hiding her feelings from everyone. But putting on a face seemed easier that crying all the time. Besides, Dejon had it worse, what did she have to cry about? She ending up just gaslighting herself into thinking she was fine and she didn’t feel sad at all. Obviously this wasn’t the actual case, since she was a little more restless looking and slightly more irritable.Sweet overall seemed off but anytime she was questioned she deflected and sneakily changed the subject.

He suddenly put down his phone, nudging her a little. "Hey, can you move for a sec? I need to go to the bathroom. Forgot to do something."

Sweet whined at having to move but sat up and flopped back on a different side. She was really fucking tried, even moving was a pain in the ass.

She yawned before speaking, lifting her tired eyes to look at him, “What are you grabbing?”

"Uhh... cream." He responded, off-handedly. He was opening the door and slowly inching away in the most blantantly obvious manner. His body language always told practically everyone with eyes how he was feeling, and Sweet was no exception.

She frowned, knowing what he was thinking was easy thanks to his behavior. She nodded so he could leave and she flipped away from the doorway in bed. She was so tired but couldn’t sleep, it was a real hell on earth situation.

He hastily sped-walk to the bathroom down the hall, opening one of the drawers and rustling around for the scar cream his mother had gotten a while ago for different reasons, but it served for his use. He finished up by spreading it over his arms and hands, before putting it back in the drawer and heading back to his room.

Sweet wasn’t... well to say the least, hicking and crying softly as the lack of sleep had gotten to her. She was so emotionally drained and tired, her body finally gave way and she just started crying. Right then and there. This would probably upset Dejon but she figured he’d be gone long enough for her just to cry herself to sleep and it be fine. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case and he came into earlier than she planned. She didn’t give enough shits to even pretend she wasn’t crying. 

"Sweet...?" He asked, peaking into the room though the crevice of the door before stepping back in and gently pushing it closed. He saw her, slightly curled up and sniveling on the bed and sat next to her. He crossed his legs like before, moving closer to her and rubbing her back. "Sweet, what's wrong? What happened?"

She didn’t respond, just heaving shaky breaths and letting tears fall down her face. God she felt like screw up, making him worry like this and for what? No reason at all. She was being stupid. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID. She shut her eyes closed tightly, trying to push out the thoughts from her skull but to no avail. She scratched at her skull with her phalanges, the sharp tips scraping against the side of her head. Bone scratching against bone roughly as her mental state grew worse.

"Hey, hey, stop it, alright?" He told her, reaching over her and holding one of her hands so she wouldn't scratch her skull. "Look, you gotta tell me what's wrong so I can help you..." He didn't want them to have a role reversal of what happened a while ago, especially since he was still trying to recover.

His sudden grabbing of her arm snapped her back a little, she looked at him and felt more tears well up in her sockets. “I’m so.. s-sorry, Dejon..” She mumbled to him unable to keep eye contact for much longer before she looked away again. Her eyes looked dead with no lights in them, the dark circles didn’t help with the look either. She gripped his hand tightly and continued to mumble apologies. Eventually she said something legible, “I am sorry I’m making you deal with me.. I didn’t mean to cry..” 

"Don't be sorry, Sweet. There's nothing to apologize for. It's okay. I think I know what's wrong now, and I know you've been going through a lot lately. It's alright to cry. You tell me the same thing, and so I'm gonna tell you." He told her, now holding both her hands in his and clasping them. 

She squeezed one of his hands for support as she finally just relaxed her face and let the teats flow. She sniffled and cried while hold onto the hands that clasped hers. Sweet sat up at one point and pressed her head into his shoulder to cry there instead. Him being a little shoulder for her to cry on. “I-I love you.. so much…”

"I love you, too. You'e gonna gonna be alright, okay? He told her, tilting his head to the side and resting his head on hers. "Now, you gotta talk to me. Is there anything... specific being a pain in the ass or is it more just like in general?" Back on track. He needed to figure out why she was so upset. Of course, he knew about the bullies, but he didn't know if there was something more, and he didn't want to chance it by assuming. 

“It’s just.. I feel horrible every day.. I want to stick by your side all the time because I feel like I failed you that day you called me to come over… I’m scared of seeing you hurt like that again..” She finally said what she was feeling and it almost felt like a weight was lifted off her, just telling someone about everything she was holding to herself felt great. “I kept trying to just push through it to keep you out of being stressed but now I’m sitting here and literally crying on your shoulder...”

"Oh... oh, Sweet-" He muttered, taking his arms and hugging her tightly, saying, "That's not your fault, okay? That was never your fault and never will be. That was wholly mine. You did *not* fail me." He took a breath, trying to think of what to say next. "I appreciate your concern for me, and although I'm still not 'recovered,'" He made air quotes for a moment. 

"... but you know that just going in a straight line with no stopping isn't gonna work. We're gonna work past the lot of these roadbumps from you and me. Differently though, yeah?" 

She hugged him tighter and listened to all he had to say, it was pretty helpful. It was a little unexpected how well he handled her when she felt like this, considering how awkward he was at times. “Thank you, babe..” She mumbled and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, relaxing there for a moment

"Of course! By the way, this is all stuff you've told me before. I'm not smart, I just remembered it. I wish I was, but I'm not." He laughed a little, relaxing his arms a bit.

She snorted, remembering that that was partly true, he was able to make her giggle though. “I love you so much, D.. You have no idea.” She said while wiping her tears and sitting back to look at him.

"Right back at you, but I love you more." He replied, sighing. "Assuming you're feeling better now?" He shifted a little on the bed, uncrossing his legs into more of a 'v' to stretch a little. Sweet was still to the side of him, messing with his hand. Sweet let out a small sigh, one of contentment, “Yeah.. I think I’m gonna be okay.” She said while moved so she laid on her back in his lap. She just looked up at him with a cute smile while holding his hand

"Okay, good. Good to hear," He responded, blushing ever so slightly when she sat on his thighs, before squeezing her hand. "You're too cute, you know? It's not fairr..." 

"Nope. Yes, you are." He leaned to the side to see her tail swishing back and forth, and smiled. "Seems like you believe it to me," He snickered a little, and stopped leaning to face her again. See, she's even blushing a little! Not helping her case; it's making it better, he thought.

She huffed and grabbed that mangy tail, stopping it from wagging. Her face only grew brighter from embarrassment, she turned back to him. “Not a word of this to anyone! You shush your mouth!” She squeaked out, a little pouty afterwards.

He laughed. "Fine, fine. But I'm not letting you live this down~" he said in a singsong voice. "Besides, it's helping me. What did I tell you? You're literally too cute sometimes."

She rubbed her cheeks to try and get rid of the blush but it wasn’t working too well. “I-I know, I know. Just stop making my face get all warm, it feels weird.” 

  "Oh? How so? Because you've done the same thing to me many times over... So is this... a taste of your own medicine?" He teasingly asked. Sweet was probably going to either: tackle him from saying anything else, or kiss him just to make him shut the fuck up with less effort. Either way, he was more than fine with it.

Sweet usually would just choose the ladder but both felt appropriate to her right now. She tackled the fucker and kissed him so he’d shut his pie hole. It was pretty effective. Her tail still wagged and her new position was now just sitting on his stomach area, leaning down to kiss him.

The tackle was fine. 

He was a little surprised she chose that over the other option. But then, of course, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a little sloppy and rough but that was to be expected since he was probably being seriously annoying at the moment. Not like he was complaining either way, still. He snickered a little, and took her right hand, guiding it and placing it on his cheek. He knew that would get a reaction, but also he really missed her doing it... She hadn't done it in a bit and he felt a little touch-starved, even though he knew he wasn't. 

he’s literally my fucking boyfriend//

they are the same fucking person//

on god// 

She blushed a little and didn’t fight him from moving her hand, she gently rubbed his cheekbone with her thumb in a loving manner. Being honest, she also missed being a silly highschool couple with him, just making out and going on dates. Sweet had a hand at one side of his head to hold herself in place to kiss him. This was the most romantic either of them had been in a hot minute and she wasn’t going to waste a second of it. She relaxed a little and made the kiss more loving than aggressive, her face grew warm the longer this dragged on.

He started getting a little flustered himself from her, but he'd make sure Sweet was blushing more than him. Oh, how he missed their long kisses! Sweet was a great kisser and he didn't understand it. However, he had better lung capacity and he held that against her- to be annoying, of course. He still wasn't sure how comfortable Sweet was with him putting a hand on *her* face, so he just vetoed it out. 

It was a safe bet to not touch her face for a little longer, and she liked that he never did it without asking. Sweet eventually pulled away for air because she sadly didn’t have the breath intake he did. She looked down at him and smiled softly, she was still leaned down with her face close to his. “Mmmn, if it’s not too much for you would you like to try a little french kissing?~” She purred teasingly, hoping to get more reactions out of him.

He loved those small, but genuine smiles he got a glance of every once in a while, especially when she was like this- it was hard for it to make a cameo. "My, you love those french kisses, huh?" He asked jokingly before shrugging. He tried to play it off as nonchalant, but since they hadn't had a moment like this since the last ice age he was secretly worried if he lead he'd mess it up. Which he hadn't yet, but it's never too late for anything. "Sure, why not. You're leading though, I'm too lazy and also too cool to."

“Hmm, too cool to kiss your girlfriend?” She joked before leaning down a little more again and kissing him. Her tail only wagged faster as she grew a little excited, it truly had been a while. Though that record of not doing it broke pretty quickly as she got back to being her usual, romantic self.

"Yes but no." He replied after she pulled away from the second kiss. "Weellll... you gonna do it? Hmmmmm?" He pestered her, using his singsong voice again.

“You are such a shithead sometimes. You’re lucky I love you so much.” She said with a giggle before leaning down for the third time and french kissing him, leading was still no problem for her.

He didn't bother trying to lead and just let her, which he enjoyed a lot and pressed his right hand to hers which was still resting on his cheek. Being *her* shithead was pretty good, in his opinion.

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semester studies - 2

He hadn't thought about it in a while. He hadn't needed to... for the time being. He knew that moment would come. It was inevitable. Of course school did this to him. It was almost like a quarterly doctor's check but negative outcomes.

And that moment was now.

He had left the remnants of this last venture under his hollow floorboard, that one corner part in which he had pulled away some of the new carpet to upgrade his secret hiding spot in his closet. He had made a mess of the carpet as he scrambled to see if the suitcase-like box still had supplies. It wasn't high-end or anything, but it did the job. Fake leather exterior with a false gold lock that just needed to be clicked to open. Scrawled on an old piece of paper was the text, "*DO NOT OPEN!"

He had already started pull out the things he would need once more in a few month, although the last time this had happened felt just like yesterday. Ointment. Bandages. Gauze. Tissues and wipes. He placed them down in a line (as what he usually did. Seems like he didn't break the habit still) before his shaky, weakened hands struggled as they picked up his phone and dialed Sweet. "Sweet... Sweet, I'm not doing too well. Not too well at all... I don't usually do this when this happens but God I can't do this. Can you please come over? Don't say anything about this to my parents, please..." He felt his voice crack and needed a second or two to compose himself in between.

Shit, he needed to wipe his phone now too.

Sweet answered the phone like she always did, she was always chipper but especially when she saw her loving boyfriend was calling. Though her usual cheeriness died once she heard his voice, was he.. crying? Or had been crying? Panic sent all throughout her body as she told him, “I’ll be over in a few minutes, hang on.”.

She was at home so she just grabbed her keys and headed out with her car, not saying a word to her parents as she practically sped to his house. She greeted Dejon’s parents like nothing unusual was going on, despite that not being the case at all. She made it to his door after telling his parents it was a surprise visit for him. With no hesitation she opened his door and walked in, closing the door before trailing her eyes around the mess he had made, then him.

He was sitting on the floor in the doorway of his closet, his hands and forearms red and dripping. His carpet had drips of blood all over it, and it was also sparsely on his clothes. He was wrapping his left one, but they were still staining with blood. Not as fast as earlier, mind you, but he unwrapped it quickly and put gauze under it for extra protection as he reapplied the bandage.

He hadn't noticed Sweet yet and was still in a general panicky state. Breathing heavily, pupils retracted and shaky arms and legs. Just wonderful... usually this helped a little bit and eased him for at least a few minutes. And it did, until he realized the consequences he had just rediscovered...

Sweet could barely get a word out as she saw what his arms looked like, she looked mortified. All she could choke out was a small, “Dee..?” as she was frozen in place. She needed to move. She needed to help him.

What the fuck did he do..? She was panicked with so many thoughts racing through her head and she couldn’t fucking move. The only parts moving was the shaking in her legs and the tears falling down her cheeks.

Oh god, why didn’t she show up sooner? Was this her fault? Was she not supporting him enough? Did he do this on purpose? All she could think where those questions as she began to blame herself at the state her boyfriend was in. The only thing she could retain from what she saw was:

This is all my fault.

He turned around to face her, as he was facing the inside of his dark closet. His left arm was only half wrapped, and his right was still slowly dripping, even though he had wiped it already. "Hi, Sweet... I didn't want you to see me like this... but, here we are." He said, with a pained smile.

He finished bandaging and cut it off with a pair of scissors from what was his... first aid kit? That's what it looked like, from the contents, besides the what the case actually looked like. He held his right arm in a wad of tissues, trying to stop the bleeding first.

"I'm sorry about this. I just... I couldn't help it." He slid the wad across his arm, accidentally smearing the blood instead of sopping it up. As he was getting more tissues, Sweet could see that there was horizontal lines were scored on his hands and wrists, along with some of his forearm. He was acting so much more different than he did on the phone...

With her legs feeling like they were going to give in at any second, she pressed her back to his closed door and slid down it. She landed on her rear as the crying continued.

“Dejon… what the fuck did you do..?”

There was so many layers so what she had said and how she said it. First being how she used his actual first name instead of a cute nickname or a term of endearment like “babe” or “sweetheart”. Second being that she cursed, she never curses unless things were serious because she was raised that cussing was disrespectful to others and your own self.

Third being her asking a question, she wasn’t fully ready for the answer and even if he gave her the best excuse he could she would never take it. She was a wreck, her hair-thing floating by her head was droopy, and her tail was definitely not wagging but rather curled up in between her legs. Like a wounded dog.

She wanted to say something more but what else could she say? Tell him why what he did was stupid? Tell him she loves him? Tell him about what she was feeling?

No. No more talking about feelings with her. She was heartbroken and couldn’t figure out why he would do something that severe.

"Sweet..." He murmured, trying to figure out what to say in response to her question AND her demeanor. "Clearly I've made some mistakes. I... I relapsed." He admitted, gingerly tapping some of the cuts before wincing and applying ointment. "Even after our study session, when I got home and started studying alone it just got to me. The things that could happen if i failed wormed their way in my head again. I didn't wanna go to my parents, because they'll either say stupid quotable things that don't help or ask if I want counseling or therapy, and you know how I feel about that."

Sweet didn’t respond to his explanation, it didn’t help and she still felt like the worlds shittiest girlfriend. She sat there for what felt like forever before speaking. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t just...” She hicced, and took a breath before continuing. “Why didn’t you talk to me..?” She sobbed out, so much emotion in her head.She wanted to hug him but knew that wasn’t going to work, his arms looked like they hurt so he couldn’t even hug back.

"Not your fault." He replied. "Wasn't thinking. At least not fully... I'm sorry." He shifted to the right, closer to her but still leaving space between the two. "It's not your fault. I don't think any more talking would've helped, anyways." He scrunched back into his original position, resting his head on his arms as he tucked his knees in.

She shook her head, “You need to tell your parents…” She said, her grip tightening on her knees which hurt a little but she didn’t care. So much to process and such little time to process it. “But.. we need to fix your wounds first..” She slowly crawled over to him and offered to take his arm, her eyes looked tired.

He sighed heavily. "I'll think about it. I don't know how they'll take it. I know they mean well but I don't see therapy helping me. It's a waste of time and money for me." 

He let her take his arm in her hands, pushing the medical supplies over to them with his foot. His left arm seemed to hurt more than his right. He was wincing when both arms were touched or irritated, but this arm stung more when Sweet barely held it. Perhaps since he was right-handed the wounds were deeper.

The closed her eyes and a light-green magic coated his forearms, it glittered and sparkled as she healed his right arm. It was definitely better than it was, the smaller cuts already just turning to scars while the big ones scabbed up. It already looked a lot better but no matter how hard she tried the scars weren’t fading. Fuck. She put his right arm down and gently grabbed his left hand, not where the cuts were, of course. 

“Babe this is going to hurt a lot more on this side… But please try and be still, you can squeeze my hand if you want to..” She said softly, although she didn’t look him in the eyes. 

"The fuck-?" He whispered, as he watched as the smaller lines, enveloped in a light green hue, thinned from red to a lighter tone than his bone color. He gave her his left hand, reaching over himself and accidentally popping one of his joints. “... Do you want me to take the bandage off first?”

She shook her head and took it off herself, wincing at the sight of all the blood and bone marrow still oozing out of his forearms. She delicately ran her hand over the larger and deeper cuts, knowing this probably hurt like a bitch.

She was right about that. The right hand was a dull ache, but now it was more profound. More like a worse version of the growing pains or cramps he had sometimes. 

"Gh-" He flinched, practically squirming as his legs dragged on the carpet, pushing back and tapping the floor. He opened and closed his fist multiple times, just trying to not give into the urge to pull away. He looked at his arm to see the bone almost reconstructing itself and melding back together, or at least scabbing for the bigger ones. She was about halfway done trying to heal his forearm, but he ended up pulling his arm back, it resting on his chest

. "Sorry..." 

 If cutting felt like that he probably wouldn't have picked it up in the first place.

“That’s okay.. can I please finish though? It’s almost over..” She said, still very close to him. She wanted to hug him still but felt it wasn’t deserved, she still was blaming herself. Sweet also was not looking him in the eyes still, just looking at his scars and almost healed wounds. She still had her hand out so he could grab it for the rest of his arm to be fixed.

"Yeah, you can. Sorry, again." He replied, putting his arm back in her hand and looking away from her as she started healing again as he grimaced from not only the physical pain but from all the events that had happened in just about an hour.

She finished, the bleeding stopped and his arms looking much better than before. The definitely should have felt way better too! Sweet gently moved his hand up to her mouth and she kissed the back of it, then putting it against her forehead. Just small signs of affection to show she still loved and supported him. 

“I love you so much, but we need to do something about your mental health… What you did may have felt good in the moment but it’s not a solution to your problems, okay..?” She spoke in a soft and understanding tone, not sounding mad but just kinda disappointed. Like a parent who caught their kid drawing on the walls. She spoke again after a small pause, “You have a couple options, okay..? You don’t have to tell your parents every detail about this and I can help you talk to them about you seeing a therapist… Or you can do this on your own if you wish, but I’m not going to let you hurt yourself again…” 

Her voice broke a little as she said the last sentence, tears welling up inside her sockets. “Please don’t do this again.. I care too much a-about you to see you like that again.. I-If you cut any deeper y-you could have..” 

She couldn’t even finish her sentence, but he should know what she was going to say. If he had cut any deeper on his left arm he could have died from the blood-loss. At the least, be in a very weakened state. She was fine with crying in front of people but this suddenly felt different, his actions had even greater of an affect than we could have ever imagined. She didn’t trust him the same now. She couldn’t, she was going to have to keep an eye on him for a while before she could trust him to be on his own… She was hiccuping and crying because she herself knew that her trust in him had been thinned out.

He blushed at the gestures, glad for her affection, but felt extremely guilty and undeserving of it. Especially after what she said. 

 "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." That was the biggest lie and shittiest quote ever. Her fucking TONE was going to break him. 

 He still didn't want that therapy. Nope. He wasn't sold on the idea of it, at least for him. How many times had he said that already? Did he say it at all? 

 "I... I don't want therapy. I don't think it would work out for me..." He shifted a little on the floor. His arm was still resting on Sweet's knees (they were sitting in the same position) and he felt her still trying to see if she could heal the scars. He continued. 

"I can't promise anything... I'm gonna try to do my best, though." He didn't intend to cut deep, and even if/when he did he cleaned and bandaged the cuts. The sterile material made it look so spotless and clean. 

He didn't know what to do when she started crying again, because it was obvious she was disappointed. Her forehead clinked against his arm, as she held the upper, not scarred part gently. He didn't know if she wanted him to be around her- well, not completely like that, but more like... comforting her, he supposed.

She probably needed a hug from him, she was practically in his lap while crying. Gently gripping him or his clothing for some form of stability. Sweet was a wreck but tried to pull herself together a little. 

 “I love you so much.. I’m sorry you’re going though all this and I’ll do whatever I-I can do help..” She sobbed out to him weakly, “You don’t have to s-see a therapist but at least talk to me about these things.. I-I need you to promise you’ll talk to me before ever even thinking about doing this again..” 

The poor thing, they needed to work things out or she might just turn into a puddle on the floor. She looked so much different when she was crying, almost like that day she was assaulted. Her tail was between her legs, her eye-lights were gone, her face was flushed from crying, and he body was slightly trembling.

He faced away for a moment, before returning his gaze to Sweet and gingerly placed a hand on hers, which was still grasping his shirt. 

 "I'm gonna try, okay? I don't wanna give you any false hope... But I'm gonna try." He told her, resting his other arm on her back and letting her get closer him and lay on his chest, still crying softly and sniffing. She still sat to the right of him, leaning over as her head clinking against their hands. 

"I'm sorry for making you worry like this. I should've waited and not have let you see this point blank." He added, holding her close still.

“Thank you..” She mumbled meekly, wiping her tears and lightly kissing his sternum since she was already there. “Where would you like to go from here..?” She asked as she lifted her head up to look at him. She looked pitiful, but was getting better, you could see the faded glow of her eye-lights and her shaking had stopped.

"I... I don't know. Today's been rough, clearly." He replied, giving a hollow chuckle, before going "Mmm..." exasperatedly (and slightly worried) and hugging her a little tighter with his one arm.

Sweet sniffled and nuzzled him a little, her skull resting on his shoulder. “Would you like to just.. take a nap together or something..?” She asked, they bother probably were tired from this whole ordeal.

"That... that would be nice. Maybe it'll distract me." He muttered, now leaning his head against the wall, staring at the ceiling. He didn't move much after that. "Yeah. Let's do that; sounds good."

“Let’s at least get on your bed, D..” She stood up on her wobbly legs and helped him over to the bed. “I love you, okay?”

He struggled getting up for a moment, feeling dizzy after sitting against the wall and getting up too fast. His arms were still hurting and felt like a mixture of touching a bruise and being sore. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her, looking around his room. It was still a mess. He needed to vacuum it or spray it before his parents saw it...

She could tell he was worried about the room so she gently held his hand, “We’ll clean it up after a small nap, okay? You need to rest after all the healing I did.” She informed him gently pulling him to lay down with her. The way she pulled made his head land on her chest. “We can just take time and.. relax.”

He heaved a sigh as he tried to lounge, asking "Are you sure about this?" He was getting a little bit worried about his parents, whether they come in unannounced or knock. Either way, it would end badly... If he cleaned it up now there would be no issue. Goodness, why didn't he think of this earlier?

“I’ll clean it up, just lay down and try to relax.” She said, interrupting his thoughts. She walked over to the part of his room where the mess was and started picking up all the bloody items. Sweet put the blood covered things into his room’s small garbage can and pushed the case into his closet before closing it shut. 

“There, no one will have to know about this until you’re ready.” She said, dusting off her hands and sitting back onto the bed with 

"But... What about that blood on the floor? I need to scrub it off." He told her, pointing at a small dotted trail leading to the closed door. He bumped his heels again the raised mattress anxiously.

“Fuck.. do you have paper towels in here? If not I’m going to have to grab them from the kitchen..” She said, looking worried, “They might see me and ask what I’m doing because it’ll look weird..”

"Uhh... I have tissues, on my nightstand. That's about it." He replied, cocking his head slightly towards the nightstand. It had a slim circular lamp, with its lamp shade in the shape of a cylinder. The wooden base had a USB port with an Apple charger sticking out of it. And yes, sitting next to it was a rectangular tissue box. (Along with a few coins of spare change.)

“Not even gonna ask why they’re next to your bed.” She said, jokingly hinting that they were used for… self intimacy. Masturbation joke aside, she grabbed the box and started wiping down the blood before it completely dried.

"SWEET-" He wheezed, hunching over with his elbows on his thighs and slapping a hand over his mouth. "You did not just say that-" He was flustered, surprised, and also about to wheeze his lungs out. It was funny, he'd admit, but Jesus Christ he wasn't ready for her to nonchalantly claim that and continue on. His whole face was light green and his pupils were contracted. At least they weren't like this because of the reasons from earlier.

Sweet was now laughing herself, giggling to her heart’s content as he looked super embarrassed. Sus. “Hehe, your reaction makes me think I know what they’re for~” She said in a sing-song tone, teasing him while finishing up with the cleaning.

She threw the tissues away into the garage and sat back down next to him, a smug grin on her face. Well, now she could mess with him since the room was cleaned up.

"Not true," He replied, bluntly and crossing his arms. "Ow." He muttered after, uncrossing them and left them resting on the comforter. "Still not true," He repeated indignantly, and giving her a face.

“Then why does your face look so flushed? Hmm?” She teased some more, deciding to add to his already colorful face by giving him a peck on the lips

"Well, I'm sure anyone who that... that quote was directed at would get like..." He pointed a finger at his face in a circular motion. "All this." He laughed a little at her kiss. "C'mon, you can't just give me a small kiss like that and not expect me ask for another.

“Hmm, lucky for you I have tons to give.” She said with a pleasant smile before giving him a longer lasting kiss on the ‘lips’. She pulled him close for said kiss, her tail happily swaying behind her.

eHe smiled, looking up at her before resting his head on her shoulder. "Thank you. For doing all of this and dealing with me. I owe you a lot..." He muttered, sighing heavily and grimacing at his past actions.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m always going to be here for you, you’re my everything, hun.” She hugged him tightly and pulled him down with her onto the mattress. “Let’s not focused on what happened for now though, okay? You deserve a break and a nice rest.”

He had his head under hers, and he curled his body a little bit, becoming a little smaller on the bed. "You sure I do? I don't think I do." He asked her. "It just doesn't seem right... It's like... I'm rewarding myself for cutting, which clearly isn't right-"

“It’s not a reward, I feel based on your react that me crying on the floor over this was punishment enough..” She said with a sigh as she gently rubbed his back. “Look, you made a mistake. That’s okay, we just have to learn from it. Me pushing you anyway isn’t going to help, and I know you don’t think therapy will work so all I can do is offer this as the next-best thing.

He thought it over and nodded, still a little doubtful but he gave in anyways. "Alright... you do make some good points." He moved closer to her and held her hands in his, with his arms moving slower and acting with more caution still because of the soreness from the healing. He appreciated how she didn't immediately try to push him towards therapy, as many others did.

She nuzzled him and kissed his forehead lovingly, “Just know that I love you and we cant get through this together.” She said while gently giving his hands a squeeze. She wrapped her long tail around the two of them and began to purr.

"I love you too. Thank you again..." He replied, finally relaxing a little more. He chuckled a little at her purring, but very much appreciated it. He was surprised at how she did such a 180 in just under 45 minutes or so...

Truth was, Sweet was putting on a face for his sake. Don’t get her wrong, she was glad to support him and all, but underneath her understanding and caring tone there was so much guilt and self-doubt. She still blamed herself for this, she still felt like a shit girlfriend, she still felt like a failure compared to her older sister.

Little did she know, she was actually doing what her sister does by masking the way she was. Sweet smiled and cuddled him “happily”, continuing to nuzzle him. In her mind she was fighting back to urge to squeeze him so much tighter and start sobbing again. But this was something she’d have to hide for a little longer, not too much, just a little. Right..?

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no weakling we build like men - 1

"Hey, Lemonade, the movers are gonna drop off the couch and chairs today, so get ready for that! I didn't pay them to construct it so we'll have to do it when they bring it. Sound good?" He called to Sweet in the living room, from the kitchen table at his computer.

“Alright, yeah that’s fine!” She got up to go see him, feeling like loving on him. She came from behind and wrapped her arms around him, leaning down while hugging him. Also planting a few kisses on his cheekbone, “You excited? I sure am!” She said enthusiastically while still no yelling into his earhole

He laughed a little, with his cheeks already turning a little yellow. Well, that was quick. "I suppose... not excited about pulling those things in the house, though. That's gonna be a hassle..." He muttered, glancing worriedly in the direction of the front door as if it was gonna barge in like a battering ram.

Lemonade sweetly nuzzled him, “Nothing we can’t handle, my love.” She reassured him while giving him some much needed affection, he deserved it. “We can relax until then, and when it does come it’s just gonna be another excuse for us to do stuff together.”

"Oh, true. That'll be niceeee..." He muttered, leaning back a little to see her. "I'm telling you though. When I start complaining because I'm sore tomorrow don't say I didn't remind you,"

“Mhm, I’ll make sure to remember when you start being a pain in the butt.” She teased, her accent still thick like usual. She gave him a better kiss, since her turned his head she had better access to where his mouth would be. “If your bones or anythin’ start hurting a lot, let me know. You can take breaks if you need to.” She said with her usual smile, it was hard to catch her without one.he turned*

"Fair enough." He grinned a little (at least what would be perceived as one) as she gave him another kiss. He waved her off, telling her that he "wasn't that weak, probably" and that if he DID need a break it would be short anyways.

Lemonade giggled on her way out from the kitchen, going into her room to find an old scarf her mother had given her for Gyftmas one year. It was a nice material so she decided to wear it, skeletons couldn’t really feel heat like humans could with skin so she wasn’t super hot in it or anything. Just made her look even cuter in one of Dex’s sweaters and ripped jeans. 

 She hummed happily when she looked at herself in her body-length mirror in their room. She was cute as a button and felt adorable, Dex never helped at making her NOT feel pretty. He always made her feel great!

She walked back to the kitchen, deciding to mess with her boyfriend some more since they were still waiting for the furniture. And what fun she had, asking him dumb questions and being a goofball.

"Oh, you look nice!" He said as she walked in, swiveling away from his computer in his chair to look at her. He gave her a confused look. "You sure you wanna wear that scarf? It might get dirty when we construct the stuff."lovelydrawz“Nah it’s okay, I can always just wash it.” She said while leaning on the back of his chair again, her little heart eyes were prevalent again. It was a more common thing now as she only great more in love with him with each passing day. “What are you workin’ on, darlin’?”

"Well, if you say so. Might make me sneeze if it gets wood dust on it..." He thought out loud. He beamed a little seeing her heart eyes; it made him slightly more confident than usual when it happened. So, needless to say, his ego kinda shot through the roof sometimes. Only sometimes, he swears! 

"And I'm working with Edd to make a website for our band and such, so I've been fixated on it. I don't wanna have to patch any bugs on a faulty website. Makes a bad impression, you know?" He replied, shaking his hands (almost like jazz hands) to emphasize "bugs."

“Hmm, interesting.” She said calmly, looking at the computer screen for a little and then back at him. “I assume things are going pretty well for the band? Do y’all have any shows booked?” She asked, she had a genuine interest in a lot of the things he did. She had her face pretty close to her when she asked said questions, she also liked being in close proximities with him.

He nodded excitedly. "Yep! We have one in about a few weeks! Although we have more in between. Next one's in 4 days. Local place; it's one of the cafés here. Probably gonna go to a few "open mics" too." He was bouncing up a little bit as he told her about his band's plans. "To..." he paused for a moment. "Test the waters, I suppose. See how much people like our music!" He bounced up and down a little more.

Sbe nodded along as he talked, seeing how excited he was getting made her smile widen. He was so adorable. “Am I allowed to come to some shows?”

"Duh! Everyone in the troupe gets a free +2, if there's tickets involved. At the open mics it's free, so you're good!" He responded, thinking for a moment about the prices.

“Well that’s good, I’d love to watch y’all play.” She says excitedly, giving his forehead a little kiss. “I dunno if it’s possible but you may look even MORE handsome on stage somehow.” She cooed to him flirtatiously, seeing if she could get one of his usual flustered expressions.

Sure enough, his face flushed with yellow as his shoulders scrunched up to his head. "I- we- I mean- I- if- if you-" He stuttered, debating if he should just turn back around and work.

She giggled and rested her forehead against his, “You are so cute.” She said frankly while hugging him, finding a sadistic little enjoyment out of him getting all shy and flustered. “Are you ever gonna get used to my flirts?” She asked with a smug grin, she had moved into his work chair so she was sitting in his lap but still facing him

Her sitting on him didn't help his case. "Pro-probably not, from t-the looks of it...!" He said, with an embarrassed smile. Jesus, why could he never get over these?! He didn't know where to put his hands so he just left them limp at his sides.

She noticed him worrying over his hands and decided to gently grab them to loosely wrap them around her waist. “That’s okay, I think it’s just another thing that makes me love you so much.” She said softly before looking back at him with her chin resting on his chest.

His soul started beating a little faster when she took his hands and placed them there. As she laid on him, he was sort of... frozen in time. His eyes were a bit wide and he didn't dare move or even shift a little. Crap, he could feel his face warming. He was so mentally weak to flirting...

Lemonade smiled softly at him before turning her head so she could just close her eyes and relax. She could hear and feel his soul beating faster and liked it, another thing she found cute. She started to feel a little sleepy as she got more comfy on his lap, she was calm and ready to fall asleep while he was mentally panicking. She yawned and nuzzled into his shirt, even though he was a shy person and not exactly confrontational, she always felt safe in his arms.

He took a few small breaths, not as deep as he'd like to but he didn't want to disrupt Lemonade. He almost put his hands down, but knew if he did she'd just put them right back. He sighed, giving in and leaving his hands on her waist as he rested his head on top of hers. 

She smiled with her eyes still closed, her tail lightly swishing around behind her. “I love you so much, Dex.” She mumbled to him, feeling like she might lost the battle of staying awake.

He laughed a little, saying "Sometimes you're sappier than me, which is rather surprising." He felt slightly more at ease but could still feel his soul beating hard. "I love you too..." He added, looking down at her.

“Mmmmn.. I ain’t sappy, you are..” She huffed, a slight yellow tone coming to her cheeks. She was blushing! It wasn’t uncommon but it was probably easier to do when she was sleepy.

He grinned. "Mhm, sure..." He dragged out the last word, rolling his eyes for extra affect. "If you're not, then prove it. Or give me evidence... But I doubt you want to, huh?" Again he prolonged the last word, in a slightly mocking fashion.

Lemonade took a second but sat up again so she could see him better, still chilling in his lap like a cat. She looked at him for a minute before giving him a long, passionate kiss on the lips. It was the only way to get him to shush. She pulled after that, knowing he probably wasn’t gonna say a damn think unless it was more flustered babbling.

He... sort of saw this coming! That was good, yeah? He was finally anticipating this stuff! Nonetheless, he was still blushing like hell after it, instinctively taking his hands off of her and covering his face with them. Again, his shoulders hunched as he did, and he seemed smaller. "Ugh... why do you always do this..." He asked, muffled by his hands. "That was a rhetorical question. Don't answer it, I know why..."

Lemon giggled and laid back on his chest, “I’d like to hope you picked up on why by now.” She teased reaching up to gently take one of his hands in both of hers, giving it a light squeeze. “I have the slightest feeling if your sister came in here and saw us like this she’d bark a lot of rhetorical questions my way.” She joked, she liked Reah a lot, even if she may have not felt the same way. Lemonade couldn’t tell how Reah felt about her so she just became fine with not knowing.

"Maybe... maybe not..." He replied, adding "I mean, I sort of did but for some reason I thought it was something else. Like a dumbass..." Oh, don't get down in the dumps right now; he didn't need that and it wasn't necessary at the moment. He smiled as she held his hand. His was slightly bigger than hers, but not by much. "If Reah came in here I would run." He said matter-of-factly. "She'd ask those questions before running at us, mainly you, full speed. Almost like a battering ram!" He exclaimed.

“Wow, you’d really just leave me here? I see how it is.” She teased, being very dramatic with how she said her words. She always loved the dramatics so it was fun to mess with him this way.

He gasped. "What?! No, I didn't mean that! Sorry, sorry-" He hastily said into her sweater (that he still hasn't realized was his), giving her a hug.

She giggled, gently patting his head, “Shhhh, it’s okay, darlin’! No harm done, I was only teasin’!” She reassured him, feeling a little bad from how he reacted. All this time and he still can’t tell when she’s messing with him sometimes. "Oh... okay." He said, his voice "fuzzy" and dulled by the sweater's wool. He still didn't let go, and seemingly hugged her tighter. It just felt too nice to release, but also he was embarrassed at the fact he couldn't recognize in the slightest that she was joking...

She smiled at the fact that he wasn’t letting go, also pulling him closer to her. She loved these nice moments of cuddling. “You know I love you, right?” She asked calmly while fully relaxing again in his lap.

"Yeah. I love you more, though. Obviously." He replied, with his head resting under hers. As she wrapped her arms around him, it made him feel a little better about his blunder...

She huffed, pouting a little a mumbling a cute little “whatever”. She was just being difficult though, she was fine with what he said and would let him win… this time. She yawned, her little heart eyes closing again, she was tempted to fall asleep once more.Suddenly, a light purring noise came from her. She assumed it was from Dex because he did that at times so she ignored 

“Love... are... are you purring?" He asked, with a hint of smugness. And he thought he was the only one who did it, at least between them. It was so cute, and quiet, but calming.

Lemonade immediately felt her face go completely yellow, the purring stopped. “N-No!!” She squeaked out, embarrassed by she noises she had made.

"Aww, you sound just like me when i first did. Remember that? It's pretty clear in my mind, ha." He looked up at her, seeing her heart eyes again. "Don't be embarrassed! If I can't be embarrassed about it you can't either!"

She shyly fiddled with her phalanges, she was always the strong older sister so she wasn’t used to being this vulnerable with people. Even with him, the person she probably trusted more than anyone, she was still timid when it came to things like this. “If you say so.” She sighed, still not looking at him but just playing with her fingers. The purring probably wasn’t going to continue for a little, at least until she was more comfortable about it.

He didn't want to interrupt her hands movements, so he settled for a head bump instead. "You know I love you, right?" He quoted, smiling at her (with his eyes of course). 

He really didn't want her to feel like she shouldn't purr or feel ashamed for it. For one, she didn't let him feel bad about it, so he was gonna return the favor. Secondly, he saw now it really wasn't an shameful thing. If anything, he felt like it made a person better. Almost as if it was some sort of unconscious thing the body did when it felt it could trust someone else, even if the brain didn't agree with it (even though it definitely did and the brain was just trying to make something up as an excuse). It made interactions and relationships more intimate, whether it be platonic or romantic.

Lemonade smiled a little at him quoting her, she rubbed her skull against his with a small giggle. “You’re such a dummy.” She couldn’t hell but smile, he really was the right person for her. She knew why he repeated what she said, a way to tease her but also show her purring was okay. She decided to relax herself and let it happen for the time being. She held nothing back as a semi-loud purr erupted from her.

"I know, but you love me anyways, huh?" He asked, his hand holding the other cheek that wasn't squishing his. He was surprised at how loud her purrs could be. His were never loud, but they weren't quiet either. These you could hear from at least a few feet away, albeit it would definitely be softer. "Lemonade, it's so cute... my goodness..." He muttered, as he moved her head to rest on his shoulder instead.

She felt her face heat up again but the purring continued, she was still a little embarrassed but at least it was just him. She nuzzled into his neck with her chin resting on his shoulder, it felt nice to be this close. The purring was probably much louder but it’s not like it would hurt his earholes or anything.

He just rested his head on top of hers, cuddling her and trying not to fall of his chair. He was a bit worried that if and when Lemonade fell asleep, it'd be hard for her to get up again and help him construct the new couch. And the chairs, if they arrived on time. Interrupting his thoughts was the doorbell! Along with a one-tap knock. Oh shoot. He tapped her lightly, wanting to call to the people in the front but also not wanted to wake up his girlfriend with a yell. "Lemonade? Lemonade, the guys are here." 

Poor little Lemonade whimpered as she got off of his lap so he could get the door. He legs wobbled from suddenly standing on her own. She was still fine with helping him, just a little tired from almost falling asleep with him.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, holding her hand crouching slightly so she could balance on him for a moment. "Feeling fine? Do you need to sit down or something?"

“Mhm, just got up too fast.” She said softly, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. She walked over to the front door while he trailed behind and opened it.

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ocariiiii - 1

His boot crunched the dry, cracked soil beneath her. The lantern attached to their backpack swung silently as she traversed the long forgotten city, swimming with dead vines and carcasses. 

Carcasses that had loot on them. It stopped by one slumped over, rotting figure.

A man, who was already eaten away, still bloated and only left with a few bits of skin and dried bones. She took the watch off of one of the wrists and looked through the worn satchel. It couldn't be salvaged... but maybe there was something useful?

All of it was jewelry. 

Clearly, this man had taken advantage of what seemed so long ago. The first commotion that c had happened and cause this shitter. He scoffed, but still took it. Anything was worth value these days, and these definitely were. Perhaps if they ran into a trader she could pawn them off or trade for something actually useful.

She had just finished stashing the jewels and rings in her bag when she heard a scream. "What the fuck...?" They muttered under their breath, turning their head slowly. 50 feet or so away was a demon on a dumpster, haphazardly swinging her bat at a horde of infected citizens. Their sticky, reanimated corpses dripping with black goo glinted in the afternoon sunlight. 

One, ew. 

Well, it's not like dying's gonna help anything. 

He might as well help. All of the survivors in this world should give each other a hand at least once. 

Unhooking from it's belt a small, thin cylinder-shaped object, similar to a hilt, he clicked it and watched as it unfolded, expanding into more of a staff. He then took another thing from their belt, that being something that looks like two long pike tips fused together perpendicularly. She shoved it on the top of the staff and it immediately sprung into action, releasing from itself and now looking like an overly sharp grappling hook. He clicked a button, and all the points snapped forward, like a spear. 

He ran over to the dumpster, stabbing the zombies in back, getting as many as she could before they could react. They flung them off the pike and into a messy pile, and kicked a few that got a little too close. They flicked a small switch near the original hilt part which then electrocuted another enemy. There was that shiny, black tar-like substance everywhere. 

Fuck.

The little demon was shaking, once this nice person had killed all of the evil creatures she dropped her bat. She looked very visibly upset and still managed to mutter a million “thank yous” their way. 

 Aidk was trying desperately not to cry as the shock set in, but at least she was alive. She continued to shake as she slowly slid down from the dumpster and onto the messy ground. Her legs looked they might just give in and cave from under her. She looked at him and tried to give a small smile, it was a little forced but was still genuine, she was grateful. 

Her tail grabbed the bat from the floor and she used it to stabilize herself, “You didn’t have to do that but you did i-it anyway.. thank you so much..” She said, embarrassingly stuttering a little on her words. Who could blame her? That was a pretty traumatic experience, almost dying and all.

"No problem. Although you might want to get used to this. I'd say it happens quite a lot." He tossed her an old hunting knife. 

By the scars dotted mostly near their joints and two on their face, it was clear that this whole almost-dying thing really was the norm. 

It rested the dangerous weapon on his left shoulder. "I'd find shelter if I were you. Night doesn't help this-" She gestured to the world around them. "-at all. Good luck." He started off, promptly turning around and getting back on his path.

Aidk had caught the knife and inspected it was he talked, they did have a good point… where the fuck was she going to stay though? She didn’t have a hideout! All she currently had was the items currently on her person. She was fucked, royally fucked, if she couldn’t find somewhere to stay. In a slight panic as she noticed she was leaving, she ran up next to them. “I-I’m sorry but could you please let me stay with you? Just for a couple nights I promise, I have nowhere to go but as soon as a find a place I’ll get out of your hair.” She stuttered slightly again, fuck. It wasn’t her usual, her nervous typically stayed internal unless there was a reason to express it. Either way, stutter and nervousness aside, she would throw away any bit of dignity she had to have his help. Otherwise she might as well be considered dead and eaten.

Aidk was usually quite strong and tough, but in her new surroundings (earth) she felt like fighting was suddenly foreign. It was odd for a demon to feel helpless, so she decided to try and take this seriously. She put the knife in her pocket and held her bat in one of her arms. “I really appreciate you helping… uh.. what exactly is your name if you don’t mind me asking?” She inquired while keeping up with them, she walked a little fast but Aidk didn’t seem to mind.boomchilljammer"Ocari. My name is Ocari." She replied. "What about you? You don't look like you're from around here." She looked down at the demon, being around 5'7. To be fair, he himself didn't look "from around here". He unlatched the now-closed prongs and reattached it back to its loop on their belt.

She looked up at him instead of at the torn up scenery, “My name is Aidk, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said as her long tail swished around behind her. “And you’re right, I’m not from here at all.” She said while still looking up at them, her beautiful blue iris studying his face. They were an icy blue too, a coolness that contrasted the warm pink skin she had. Her white freckles and tattoos/markings also complimented her pink skin.

"So then where?" He stopped and stooped down, starting to search another corpse for anything useful. Oh, a phone! They pocketed it. Perhaps it would be useful. Their face was 3/4 covered by a skull, with the sockets dark but dotted with one pale yellow pupil in each. However, her mouth was visible and her skin was black, like blank night sky. On the left of their face were two vertical grayish scars.

Aidk was debating on what to tell her, the truth or something made up. She didn’t know how he felt about demons but most people didn’t like them for their bad reputation. She took a breath and finally explained, “I’m a demon that escaped from hell but it appears this place is also another form of one.” She said, gesturing to the destruction. Her tail wrapped around one of her own legs, it was comforting and make sure no one could grab it when she wasn’t looking. She was growing a little less anxious as she focused on them and their questions.

"Mmm. That's new, but not unwelcome. It's not like it'll make a different here anyways. Cool. Or should I say, hot." They laughed a little, dropping a bit of trash off the carcass and motioning her along. "C'mon. Daylight only lasts so long."(also the sky is probably red too lol)

For the first time since they started interacting, she giggled and gave a non-forced smile. “Okay, let’s go.” She trotted up next to them and was ready to follow wherever they needed to go. “You’re a very nice person.” She complimented while swinging her bat around in a playful manner. She was just trying to keep their moods light.

"I try to be," He said and shrugged, before pointing at another dead body. "You should loot that one. There's another over there," It pointed at another. "I'll get that one. Sound good? We'll meet up again in... say, 5 minutes?"

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Movies!! - 1

"Hey, Sweet, you ready?" Dejon asked from the other side, slightly muffled by Sweet's door and lightly rapping his hand on the wood. "Don't wanna rush you! Just checking; I just got here-"

Sweet squeaked in surprise when she suddenly heard him, “J-Just a minute!” She called while putting on her dress. She eventually came out and hugged him tightly, “Hi, babe!!”

"Hi, Sweet! How are you?" He asked as he laughed from her instant hug and made sure to hug back. "You excited?" (in the next one describe her outfit pls [i'll do the same for my next turn]

The smaller giggled excitedly and nodded, “I’m good and very excited!!” She said, practically bouncing up and down on her toes. Sweet was dressed very beautifully, it was towards the end-of-school time and that meant she could bring out her spring dresses. She probably looked pretty in anything to him but she still liked to dress up anyway. This time it was a white dress with cold-shoulders and large, golden sunflowers on it. It looked adorable on her petite frame, very fitting to her kind and sunny personality.

"Awww, Sweet, you look fucking beautiful!" He cooed, giving her a few forehead kisses. "You didn't need to get so dressed up, but damn, I'm glad you did." Stepping back a little, Sweet could now really see what he was wearing. 

 He was wearing an unbuttoned, white dress shirt, so screw him for saying Sweet didn't need to get dressed up. (Hypocrite lmfao) 

He also had a slightly worn pair of marginally ripped pants. And some red converses, to finish it off. Along with that, he had a few silver armbands on for flare, because he thought they were cool (and he found them secondhand!).

“Pfft- you’re one to talk! You look like a stud!” She pointed out flirtatiously, blushing once she remembered the slight sexual implications the definition of that word had. She was staring respectfully like usual but it was starting to become her just being a little simp over how hot her own boyfriend was. She quickly pivoted into a turn with one foot at went to walk away, she flustered herself by overthinking about his handsome outfit. She was trying to escape by telling her mother she was leaving or something.

He snorted, watching her walk away before running to catch up with her. "Ha! How do you know I didn't do this on purpose?" He jeered. "I didn't scare you away, did I? C'mon, don't leave me at this moment!"

“N-No I just don’t understand how a single person can be that attractive.” She said while looking away, hoping he wouldn’t see all the color in her cheekbones. 

 She was embarrassed that she still got flustered by his looks, it was better than finding him ugly or something, though. She fiddled with her fingers shyly like how she did when they first started dating. It was still adorable how shy she was about some things.

"I don't either, and she's right in front of me." He replied while smirking, without missing a beat. "It's cute when you stutter, too, y'know?" He said, with his smirk still on his face as he pressed his forehead to hers. He always made sure to every time they got together like this, or whenever he saw her in general.

She huffed, “I’ll make sure not to ever again, then.” She said in a mock-angry tone before giving him a small kiss on the lips. “And stop being all sweet, it makes my face feel warm.” She complained while gently stealing one of his hands so she could hold it.

He chuckled a little before his face started to flush a bit when she kissed him. "Never. You'll have to deal with me and a flustered face, Sweet." He told her, with a victorious smile again. It turned into a smaller, but more genuine smile as she held his hand.

Sweet huffs, “You’re lucky I love you so much.” She mumbled shyly, the warmth on her fave still not leaving. She sighed happily though and planted her face in his chest. “Let’s just get to the movies before I melt.” 

He wrapped his arms around her back and gave her another kiss on her head, and replying "Yes, ma'am! We're taking your car, right? And you can melt at the movies, not beforehand." 

“Yeah we can take my car, let me grab the keys.” She said while slipping out of his grip like a wet soap bar. She yoinked the keys from the basket they laid in and took his hand, doing her usual move of dragging him along behind her. “Onwards, dummy!”

"Lead the way; I'll one right behind you." He said lazily, letting his arm go limp and following Sweet around. "You tell your parents you're going? I don't want them to think someone kidnapped you."

“My mom’s in her room right now but I already told her I’d be leaving soon before you came over.” She said while walking over to the car that was parked outside and unlocking it for him to get in.

"Alright! Just checking." He responded, sitting in the passenger seat and closing the door. He patted his back pocket to make sure he had his phone. Yep, he did! Thank goodness, because he could earn points with one of the apps on there when they got to the theater.

Sweet drove them to the theater and practically dragged Dejon through the front doors. “Come on! Our movie is supposed to start soon!”

"What movie are we even watching?" He asked, exasperated. "Slow down a bit, Sweet! We have time!" He slowed her down just by staying put, with her, still holding his hand and trying to walk down one of the theater corridors. It was like she was moonwalking.

“Encanto! And sorry, I forgot to take my meds today.” She said while trying to keep still, her ADHD was acting up a little. “Do you want to get popcorn or something? We have 15 minutes.” She said while trying to calm herself down a little.

"Ooooh, I heard about that movie! Sounds good. And you're good! We'll be fine." He told her, squeezing her hand a little. He didn't want her to worry about her ADHD messing up their plans. "You'll be alright! Now, yes, let's go get some snacks!" He declared pulling her to the short shelves dotted in the middle of the large, glass-roofed area they were in.

She grabbed a bag of skittles and showed them to him, “I don’t want to eat all of these, will you eat some too?” She asked while looking up at him. “Also, what size popcorn do you want to get?”

"Yeah, I'll eat them with you. And you can choose the size, just make sure to add butter or--that really, really good, might I add--cheese dust. What about drinks?" He asked her, pulling out his wallet.

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dfghj tall people - 1

Willow walked through the woods calmly, going for his usual stroll to enjoy nature and the life it brings. His mellow, baritone humming echoed through the tall trees. He liked to collect flowers and other neat things to bring home, it brought him a lot of joy just to see all this world had to offer. He looked around and felt the bark of a tall tree next to him, it was beautifully textured and he couldn’t help but admire it. It also reminded him of himself, his bones shaped in odd ways, similar to that of a tree.

The tall, dark-gray skeleton sat on a smooth rock with his legs crossed. He didn't come to this particular area too often, but he decided to be adventurous for once and step outside his comfort zone. 

... That being walking like 20 feet deeper into the forest he came to every week or so. He found a wonderful thinking rock! And so here he was, sitting on his new favorite rock as the sun warmed him up. Goodness, it was so nice! He felt much less tensed than he usually did; it was a nice change. 

But then he heard something move in the trees. 

And it was definitely not an animal.

The thing in the woods was just Willow walking out towards where the stranger was, curiosity peeking when he saw their silhouette. Willow was very big so if he stepped on branches you could hear them break and crinkle. He continued walking forward, oblivious to how he might be scaring the stranger. He eventually found his way to the small clearing where this monster sat on a rock. Willow looked down to where they were and smiled, “Hello there, little one.”

Oh God. Oh God. He knew he was tall, but this was one a new world of tall. This guy was 10, maybe even 11 feet tall! What the heck! He was terrifying, at least from his perspective. If a giant, tree-looking thing came at you and sat down next to you, you'd be scared, right?! 

Wait. 

IT SAT NEXT TO HIM?! 

He immediately jumped up, almost like a cat when they see a cucumber. He ran off in the opposite direction the tree thing came from, skidding on the grass and almost falling before ducking behind a large, thick-trunked tree.

Willow frowned and shook his head, “I really need to work on that..” He stood and went closer to the stranger, not fully approaching and keeping a slight distance to show he didn’t mean harm. 

“Excuse me, Mx? I’m so sorry if I startled you, that wasn’t my intention. I mean you no harm, I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people, I apologize.” He said calmly to the other standing completely still, he typically used his hands to speak but has found (from Rose) that it can scare people. He was extremely big so they were cautious of his large limbs.

He stayed hidden behind the trunk, breathing heavily and covered his face with his hoodie sleeves; they were oversized and long. He then ran to another tree, peaking out from it with a worried face and wide eyes.

The kind soul that was this tree man sat down so he was of a normal height for the stranger. He didn’t like when people feared him, he just wanted everyone to be his friend. “If you need me to leave I can, just give me the word and I will go. I really am sorry for disturbing you.” He said in the usual calm tone he exhibited.

He cautiously stepped out from behind the tree, with his left clawed hand still resting on the tree. "I-It's fine! You just scared me..." He hastily replied, with a try at a smile. He let his hand drop from the trunk as he stepped back out of the shade of the tree and into the small clearing where the two bumped into each other.

“I always feel bad for scaring people, I never mean to cause harm.” He said while crossing his legs and resting his back against the big rock. He looked at the smaller slowly coming forward and gave him a soft smile.

He hesitantly took a seat slightly to the left of the large skeleton. He sighed, replying with a slightly nervous and small laugh. "Well, that's g-good! Puts me more at ease," He rubbed his neck nervously and fiddled with the strings on his hoodie.

“I really don’t mind leaving if you are uncomfortable. But if you’re fine with me staying, may I know your name?” He asked while twirling a blade of grass between his fingers.

"N-Nah, you're good! Perfectly fine!" He told him, waving him and his idea off. "Oh, my name? My name's... Zylo. Zylo... yeah. Zylo." He was about to give his last name, but he refrained.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zylo. My name is Willow.” He said while staring into the forest, he was talking but seemed like he was a little spaced out.

"Oh, that's a nice name! So... what- what brings you out here?" He asked him, worried he started to get bored with the conversation. Sure, he didn't talk to many people but when he did he most certainly didn't want to lose their focus.lovelydrawz.

Actually, Willow wasn’t bored, he just had a bad habit of getting lost in thought. He turned to look at Zylo, “Thank you, that is kind of you to say.” He paused for moment to listen to his question, “I roam the forest every evening, this is how I relax. Why are you here? I’ve never seen you.”

"Oh, that's lovely! I... don't come to this part often... I stay in the "shallower" parts of the forest. M-Mainly the outer parts. I decided to dig a little deeper this time around!" He said, as he rested his arms and head on his now curled up knees.

“I understand, too bad your first time going ‘deeper’ you got scared to death, huh?” He said with a small chuckle, looking back at the woods again.

"Haha, yeah. It... It was quite a surprise, although I should've expected at least one thing to come out and give me a spook." He tried to look at what Willow was looking at but didn't see anything but more foliage

“I understand what you mean, the air is clear and all is calm.” He smiled sweetly, “You seem shy, I’m not making you uncomfortable, right?”

“Do you like nature? I find it fascinating.” He said in a cool tone, looking back over to Zylo once again.

"Well, being here, yeah. Definitely. It's very... comforting. And... real. Real-feeling? Realism? Something- something like that." He told him, clearly struggling to describe what solace he found in forest, and by extension, nature.

“I understand what you mean, the air is clear and all is calm.” He smiled sweetly, “You seem shy, I’m not making you uncomfortable, right?”

"Oh, no, no, no, no!" He replied a little rushed, the "no"s almost sounding like some sort of backing track. "You're not, don't worry!" Ohhh boy. He did it again. This is gonna get awkward or something, isn't it?

“Alright, are you always a little shy then?” He asked while slowly plucking each petal off a dandelion.

"I mean... yes...? Yeah, I suppose so." He was always... like this, he thought. He still had some air of pride around him and although Willow wasn't taking a jab at him he was kind of offended- even though it was true.

“I see, I used to be like that.” He started, still carefully pulling each petal. “I feared the judgement of others, in a way. I slowly came out of my shell though and try to not get spooked by people.” He put down the left over stem and looked to Zylo, “I need to leave soon, it was lovely chatting with you, though.”

When he finally looked back at him, Zylo's immediate reaction was to cover his face. And that he did. Eye contact was his weakness in more ways than one... It scared him but it was also so alluring... He put his hands down, extremely embarrassed at his stupid reflex. 

"Sorry about that... but anyways I hope I can become like you. It'd- It'd be nice, and definitely less stressful... But that's beside the point. Perhaps we can see each other again here, if you'd like-" He proposed.

“I definitely wouldn’t mind, you are good company.” He said sweetly before standing up and dusting off his shorts. He leaned down and offered a hand to the smol, “Would you like some assistance?” Willow genuinely found Zylo to be just a sweet, little(er) skeleton. He also loved having new companions, more friends were always welcome.

""Oh- uh, sure!" He responded, gingerly pulling his sleeve back a bit so his hand could show. "Thanks." Good God why was this guy so tall.

Willow gently took his hand into his larger one, lightly pulling him up. But even with a light tug he pulled him too close and Zylo gently crashed into his midsection. “Sorry about that!” He immediately took a step back, fearing he may have made him uncomfortable. “My bad, I tend to forget how strong I am at times.” He apologized with a nervous smile, he was a little insecure about his height so there was always a struggle with that.

He staggered back from shock, again covering his face. He's defense mechanism was just. Face. Not move out of the way or run, just- cover your face. He found a little funny. 

He really wasn't very good with touching anymore, so this surprised him. So many things happened this afternoon, huh? Of course, he knew it was a mistake so it put him a little more at ease. 

 "O-Oh- no, it's okay! It's good you're strong though, no?" He replied a little queasy and trying to change the subject. He hoped his arms or legs weren't starting to shake or anything, which usually happened with unprompted physical contact. He didn't want to seem weak, or scared, heaven forbid...

“I- I suppose. It just kinda becomes more of a hassle than anything.” He said, awkwardly laughing a little and rubbing the back of his neck. He felt like Zylo’s shyness was rubbing off a little which was slightly comical to him. Willow looked down at Zylo, “I guess I’ll see you around?”

"Yeah! Perhaps... tomorrow-? Or something? Seeing as you come here often it won't be hard to find you... It- It was nice meeting you!" He told him, with a big and hopefully convincing smile that he gambled on using. "Anyways... I'll get out of your hair now. See you around-!" He gave him a wave goodbye as he subtly walked the opposite (and wrong) way he came, before turning around and going in his original direction with a sheepish face.

Willow chuckled and gave a genuine smile, “See you tomorrow.” He walked off into the woods and soon disappeared in the shadowy foliage

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Semester Studies - 1

Sweet and Dejon had finally succumbed to the 3rd semester exams. And here they both were, slumped over piles of coursework to fine the bits of info they needed to study. "God, all this material is gonna make my head explode," The tall skeleton groaned, hunching over on Sweet's desk and resting his hand in his crossed arms.

Sweet was sitting close by him on a bean bag while working, since he took over her black, wooden desk. She had a book in her lap and a bunch next to her, her laptop also open to some articles and websites on her bed. “I know, it sucks.. we can do this though!” She chirped to him optimistically, trying to keep a light mood despite the obvious stress in the both of them. 

But unbeknownst to Sweet, Dejon was under a thousand times the stress she was. She had issues with anxiety and her ADHD at school but that typically balanced out a little when she got home, Dejon was on a whole new level of stress and it followed him home.

"Ugh..." He muttered, holding his head in his hand, as one of his legs started uncontrollably bouncing up and down under the desk. Usually this calmed him down a little, but it wasn't helping now, obviously. All this anxiousness over these exams was really getting to him. For a good reason, at least he believed it to be.

They were either going to make or break his grades.

He tried to do the stupid starfish breathing thing that one of his elementary counselors taught him one time that never helped. At all. 

It was worth a shot, no? 

 Yep. It did absolutely fucking nothing and if anything, it made his soon-to-be anxiety attack worse. 

The fact that the futile technique did zilch to ease his erratic and hastened breathing made it all the more worse. He could feel his soul shaking and pounding and it seemed like it was having a seizure, if hearts could have seizures. Can internal organs have separate strokes and seizures?! 

His hand clenched his face, but he was too distracted by these other, more in-his-face problems at the moment as his gradually surmounting shaking reached his arms.

He couldn't tell if he had already started crying or not.

Sweet looked up, curious to what was going on, she immediately got up when she realized he was breaking down right then and there. She put a hand on his shoulder, “Babe what’s wrong? What happened??” She asked him in a slightly panic, this felt so sudden and odd for him. 

One of the things Sweet liked about Dejon is how calm and positive he normally was, so this felt terrible to watch. She soothingly rubbed his back to try and help comfort him.

His breathing seemed more like wheezing now, and his shaking was now visibly noticeable. Luckily, her touch didn't freak him out, but it didn't seem like he realized that at all. He covered his face with both hands, trying to cover up his tears, which just started to drip through the crevices in his fingers. Every breath he took was laced with those weird gasping noises he hated (actually called double breathing)... It made him feel terribly vulnerable and he absolutely despised it. He couldn't find the will to speak and just sat there bent over the desk.

“Dejon..” She mumbled softly, she was at a loss for what to do. She started to feel a guilt rising inside of her, if only she was more like her sister. Lemonade always knew what to do, she was so strong and sure of herself.. Sweet saw the tears leaking from his hand-covered face and immediately felt worse. What was she supposed to do? 

She didn’t know how to help if he couldn’t use his words. As Sweet began her own mental spiral, she decided to put a pin in that for later. He was more important and needed comfort more right now. “Do you need me to hold you or anything? I’m here for you, Dejon…”

He paused for a moment, trying to pull his thoughts together. "I... good God..." Fuck, he was so close. But this internal shame over his impromptu breakdown shut him up real fast. This was so, so embarrassing... He shouldn't be like this. He just needed to focus on his studies and things would be fine. 

Oh God, if he failed, he would have to take summer school! Worst case scenario he'd have to repeat a grade. 

 Again. 

The subtle disappointment his parents tried so hard to mask that fateful day a few years ago never left, much to his dismay. He wanted a hug so, so badly but he felt like he didn't deserve it one bit until he nailed the studying of at least one subject. He took a deep breath as those weird squeak-ish sounds started up again. 

"I-It's fine. I just need a moment... Then- Then I'll get back to studying. It's fine."

“But you’re not fine- you’re crying and look really shaken up.. Is everything alright? You can talk the me about these things..” She asked worriedly, it was clear in her voice that she was genuinely concerned. She gently offered her hand out so he could hold it, he looked so sad like how she was after.. the incident. She didn’t want him to feel alone, he always made sure she didn’t and now it was her turn to return the favor.

"I don't deserve it right now." He muttered, trying to wipe his tears away. This stuff wasn't expected of him. It shouldn't happen. "I shouldn't act like this." He ushered her hand away even though he so desperately wanted to hold it. He resisted, convincing himself that there was no need right now, and that he could handle this. Which he couldn't.

“Dejon, what..? Why wouldn’t you deserve to hold my hand?” Though he tried  pushing her away, it wasn’t going to work. She loved him to much to just ignore this. “Why don’t we just talk about things? You seem too stressed these past few days.. you need a break for your well being…

"I don't... I just don't. I have no reason to act like this. Shouldn't act like this. I'm gonna... gonna go. Be right back." He mumbled. 

He stumbled to his feet, still covering part of his face with one hand and trying to hide. This just made him more confused, as his mind was still a mess at the moment and in turn made him more panicked. It was dark in the hallway, and made things more bemusing for him. He gave up halfway down the hallway and sat down in a fetal position, hoping and not hoping at the same time that Sweet would not come after him.

Of course Sweet did find him though, she came over to him and sat down next to him. “Babe, I love you so much, you know that? But I need you so get up so I can help you get through what you’re going through.” She said rather calmly despite her own racing thoughts. “I don’t know what’s going on with you and if you don’t want to tell me that’s okay but you shouldn’t bottle up your feelings like this… You’re on the floor in the hallway, babe.. please let me at least take you back to my room..”

He debated over this. Should he let her? He can deal with this on his own... right? Yeah. Yeah he can. That's what others like him did. If they can, he can too. Yeah. He shifted slightly away from her, shaking his head no.

“Dejon Newmann, you need to get out of the hallway at least. My sisters will be home soon with my parents, I know you’re not going to want them to see you like this.” She said, trying to at least reason with him. “Please.. please get up, babe..” You could here the slight helplessness in her voice as she pleaded for him to go back to her room.

Damn, she had a point. He heaved a sigh, turning towards her for once. "Alright. Okay." He rather quietly replied, pushing himself off the ground and letting her lead him back to her room, where she made him sit on her bed. He curled halfway back into his original position but didn't cover his face up all the way. That was a good sign, right?

She sat in front of him on the bed and grabbed her laptop, closing it and gently tossing it onto the bean bag chair. She looked back to him and frowned slightly. 

 “Look, we can do this a few ways, okay? We can just cuddle and relax, I’m fine with being your shoulder to cry on. Or we can just get to talking. Either way we need to talk about what has been going on with you so I suggest both.” 

Sweet was aware she sounded a bit like her own mother but she didn’t mind, Wine was a great mother anyhow. “Let me know what option you would like or if you have some other coping skills that we can use.” She was trying her best to act like an adult (despite only just turning 17) so he would feel supported, normally she’d be freaking out like before. 

She held her arms open for him in case he wanted the first option, she knew damn well how he felt about touching so hugs were going to be offered no matter what.

His mind went back and forth, wondering if he should just let go and let Sweet help him. She was offering quite a lot, and he was surprised at how methodical she was with it. It was admirable. But... She... help him?! No, no, no. This was wrong. She shouldn't have to do this. There's no need, no need at all. He's simply overreacting. He dug his head back into his arms, shaking his head  and starting to shake again, as if he was cold.

After a moment, however, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He broke out of his self-inflicted deprivation and practically lunged for her hug, his arms wrapped around her and his hands gripping the folds of her sweater. He tried to say something, but he just couldn't form words, and he buried his face in the fluffy material. 

Fuck, he was crying again. Fuck.

Sweet hugged him back and rubbed his back gently, “You’re gonna be okay, I promise...” She said softly to him as she felt the fabric of her sweater get wet from tears. She hummed a soft tune as he was crying to try and calm him down a little, she was doing all she could and just praying that was enough.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for this..." He said into her sweater, rubbing his sockets with one hand. "I just... it just got to me, I'm sorry, so sorry..." “Shhhh.. You don’t need to apologize for anything, I’m not mad or upset..” She spoke to him again softly, now rubbing the back of his skull. “Just try and breathe slowly with me, okay? In for 7, hold for 4, and out for 7.” She really just wanted him to focus on his breathing since it was the easiest thing to use to help him calm down. He nodded, attempting to do what she asked. Taking a long, deep yet still unstable breath, he held it for what he hoped was 4 seconds and prolonged the the exhale.   He did this a few more times until he felt slightly better, and it seemed that his breathing was at a steadier pace now.   "Thank you..." he said, muffled by the sweater. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't need to do this."

“But I am right now, and that’s okay. You should try and be more open with how you are feeling—at least will me—so you don’t break down like you did, my love.” She was fine that her sweater would most likely need a wash after this. It was worth seeing him get better.“Do you want to talk about the feelings right now or just stay like this for a bit longer?”

He really just wanted to sit here for a second but he knew if he procrastinated on telling her then it would never happen. He'd get stuck in that rut again, like earlier when he literally fled so that he wouldn't have to say anything. Dodging and weaving to sidestep the bigger problem here.   "I might as well explain... before I try running away again or something."  

Sweet hummed in response, “Alright, feel free to talk as long as you need a take breaks if it’s stressing you out too much.” She said, fully adapting her mom-mode and being willing to listen to all his problems.

"Finals... It's scaring me a lot. They're the deciding factor for my grades. Most of them, at least. And it just... got to me. I don't want to repeat another grade... I don't want to go through that again..." He told her, starting to sob again.   He did the breathing technique she taught him, albeit a little quicker than he should have. "And then this happened. You shouldn't have to comfort me like this, I shouldn't act like this and shit, and it's not right for a guy."

“Except that isn’t a healthy way of living, you held everything in and that is what is causing this. It’s okay for you to cry. It’s okay for you do get upset and sad. It is a natural thing for all genders.” She kissed his skull and continued to rub his back. “Crying in front of someone shows trust and vulnerability, I think that talking and crying this out with me will help a lot but I can understand why it would be difficult for you.”

"Mhmm... I get it, but..." He muttered, hugging her tightly. "It still doesn't feel right. It feels inferior..."   He sighed, pulling away and sitting with his legs crossed in front of Sweet. Again, he doubts that he deserved this solace from her started burrowing into his brain. She immediately climbed into his lap and hugged him, “I love you so so much.. I know talking about this is new for you but at least know I’m always here for you..”

And here come the waterworks. A part of him was elated that she came and hugged him. He embraced her back, now crying into her other shoulder. "Thank you, Sweet... I love you, too, a lot. I'm sorry, again."

Sheleaned back to look at his face and smiled softly, wiping his tears as they came. “You’re going to be okay.. we are going to study and I am going to be right by your side until we can take those tests, okay?” She kissed his forehead lovingly.

"Yeah. Okay. That sounds good," He said, finally smiling a little. "Can we just... sit here for a moment, though? If that's alright with you..."

“Of course, I don’t mind at all.” She said with a soft smile, she gently placed a kiss on his forehead and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Thanks," He replied, closing his eyes as he rested his head on top of hers. He hesitated for a second, slightly embarrassed by what he was about to ask. "Sweet, could you.. hug me? Like, what we're doing right now but reversed? I don't wanna seem greedy, but- ah, nevermind..."

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ok this is just fluff now - 6

Dejon helped in cleaning up the table, but was excuse by his parents soon after and joined Sweet back in his room. As soon as he knew they were alone, he pulled her into a kiss, before pulling away with a sigh. "God, that was the most torturous teasing in the history of mankind. Don't ever do that again..." He told her wearily, and half-joking.

“Y-You started it!” She huffed out, the mix of frustration and flustered-ness coming back again. Her tail was still wagging a little, it’s pace only increased when he had kissed her. She sighed and tried to look him in the eyes without blushing. “I don’t have pajamas, may I barrow some of your clothes?” She asked politely, though she knew they were going to be a little… big.

"True... Sorry for embarrassing you in front of my dad, though. But don't worry! It's not like he's gonna tell the whole world what he saw." He grimaced, thinking of the stupid nickname his absolutely hILarioUS parents thought of for him. "I know how that feels... damn stupid nickname." Walking over to his closet, which was sitting in the top right corner of his room (next to his bed), he told her "And yes, you can borrow some of my clothes. I'll see what's the smallest in here..."

“Okay, I do think the nickname is cute though. Why hate it?” She asked, sitting calmly on the bed while he rustled through his closet.

"I just... It sounds stupid. I love it, but I hate it. They started it when I was like... 5." He told her, poking his head out of his somewhat roomy closet and tossing a t-shirt at her. It was white, and had a small curled up snake sleeping in the top right corner. "There's no way you can wear any of my shorts. So... uh..."

“That’s alright, this should be long enough to cover me anyway.” She smiled reassuringly, taking the shirt and standing up. “I’ll be right back to change.” She informed him before leaving to head to the bathroom.

"Alright, I'll see you in a sec." He replied, going back into the closet to get himself something more suitable to wear. Grabbing a off-white, slightly worn undershirt and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, he headed to his parents' bathroom to change.

Sweet put on the shirt after taking off her clothes, it was long enough (thank god) so she grabbed her things and walked back to his bedroom. She yawned and flopped onto the bed, finding it vert comfy. “Mmmmmmmmmm, fluffy blanket.” She mumbled into the fluffiest of his blankets.wholesome 

After dropping off his clothes in the hamper, he headed back into his room to see Sweet in a cocoon of blankets. "You were literally in this bed for like an hour and just nOW you decide to bury yourself in my blankets?" He remarked, sitting next to her little mound of blankets.

“Yeah, last time I had a large skeleton cuddling me and proper clothes on. I’m cold.” She replied, still all cozy in HIS blankets. She like them a lot but she liked being in his arms more so. “I’d actually like to go back to cuddling, c’mere.” She said, lifting her arms from the pile for what looked like a hug.cute

"Well, alright-" He huffed as he stretched his words, mocking a stern and bored tone. He, of course, still accepted her hug, laying next to her and resting his head over hers. "Mmmm... At least let me have some of the blanket,"

“Nu, it’s mine now.” Sweet nestled further into the fluffy abyss while still hugging him. His blanket has been claimed by his lover, whatever will he do?

"You don't want your boyfriend to be cold though, do you? Pleasee...." He snickered a little as he begged, lightly tugging on the blanket. She sighed and forked over the blanket, “Only because I love you so much and don’t want you to freeze..” She mumbled cutely while nuzzling as close as she could to him.

"Thank youuu..." He responded happily, draping it over the both of them. "There we go, isn't that better?" He hugged her tightly, pulling her closer to him as he made sure the blanket covered both of them fully. One thing he hated was that one bit of you that was cold because the blanket wasn't spread out evenly.

The blankets shifted around as her tail started wagging again, she also started purring. She was in his big, strong arms and felt beyond safe. It was warm and comfy for the both of them. “I love you, DeeDee~” She said to him in a teasing tone, looking up at him to see how he’d react.

"I-" He started, taken aback as his eyelights constricted slightly. His face dusted with a small blush, and he warily responded "I love you too, but no, please for the love of all that is good, do not turn into my parents. At least think of a better nickname,"

“Awwwww, fine fine. It is fun to mess with you though~” She cooed flirtatiously while her mouth slowly got closer to his. For a kiss, perhaps? Who knows, Sweet was full of surprises.His face was now fully flustered, but more on a pale color scale. That was sure to change soon, obviously. He leaned in a little for her, with a small woozy grin.

She leaned back when he came closer, looking at him with a smug grin. “Aw, does someone want a kiiiiiiiiss?” She teased again, seeing how he’d handle that.

"Sweet, please, I thought we talked about thisss..." He groaned, rolling his eyes over-dramatically. "Yes, I want a kiss and you were about to give me one and then left me hanging." He bumped his head against hers for a second, before asking "Pleaseee...?"

She giggled, “Okayyy, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” She closed the gap between them and kissed him tenderly, it was a good way to make up for leaving him hanging. After a minute or so of that she pulled away, “I wanna french you again, I like how flustered you get.” She said bluntly, still barely inches from his mouth.

He never realized how good of a kisser Sweet was. Well, he did, but didn't realize how much more THANKFUL he should be for that. He snorted; that was one hell of a way to ask. His quiet laughter abruptly stopped when she added on that last bit. Almost as if on queue, his face started to warm and his blush became brighter. That really was one HELL of a way to ask for that kiss.

She giggled more at his flustered antics, “Is that a yes?” She asked him calmly placing a hand on his cheekbone, feeling how hot it was growing.

"Y-Yep!" He replied. He swore under his breath that he probably had a fever by now. Why did this keep happening?! She did the same damn thing every time and yet it never got old or yield a different response from him.

Sweet gently pulled his face closer to close the gap, making it even more closed by adding tongue to the already passionate kiss. She took the lead again for him, though if he switched to leading again she would gladly let him do so. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of this, it was so fun for her. Not to mention it felt nice to make him feel nice with such a display of affection.

This only furthered Sweet's claims from earlier. The longer she kissed, the more the blush spread throughout his face. Now, he enjoyed it... but he did want to to something more gutsy with the intention of leading, unlike last time they frenched. After she started off at first, he took over, again hoping he was emanating how she did it and maybe, just maybe get her as flustered as him. He had no intention of letting her lead again until they pulled away.

She blushed at the sudden confidence and assertion, a little unexpected like the first time. She felt her soul skip a few beats as he took some control. Sweet gave him little hums of approval every now and then, he was a good kisser and quite the fast learner. He was kind of a natural.

As Sweet's face began to blush, Dejon sent her a smug look. Oh, how the tables had turned! Unfortunately for them, he ran out of air rather fast and pulled away dolefully, with Sweet's hand still lightly grasping his chin.

She let go of his hand and looked away shyly, her face gently glowing brighter. She felt her soul beating in her ribcage, it was quite fast and she wasn’t used to that. She also wasn’t used to them swapping roles like this.

"Awwww... did I surprise you with that? If I did, I got you for surprising me last time, hah!" He chaffed, but then putting a hand on her shoulder as his victory grin dropped slightly into a small smile. "Really though, you good? Was that too much?"

She looked back at him and nodded, slowly getting even closer so she could bury her face in his neck again. She began purring again while she grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her waist. She eventually spoke after getting comfy, “It was perfect, I loved it a lot.” She mumbled softly to him, growing more tired as her body heat increased.

He beamed when her purring returned, hugging with the the arm she had put on her and wrapped the other one behind her back. "Oh, it was? I'm glad..." He replied quietly, sensing that she was finally about to nod off. He embraced her tightly for a moment (he let go after a second because he didn't want to crush her), muttering. "I love you, Sweet."

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trauma [but more fluff pt 2.] - 5

“You want to get up and go eat? Your mom is probably done cooking by now, or we could just go back to bed.” She said whilst nuzzling her head into his neck, she obviously had a preference but was fine with getting up if he wanted to.

"Actually, my dad cooked! And I know you wanna stay here but we can't be recluses the whole night. I'd love to, but we need to get out of this room at least once. Wait, we could go get the food and eat in here..." He wondered, thinking. "If you wanna do that instead."

“I do but I want to actually talk with your parents first, I’ve never really gotten to talk with your mom since she gets home late.” She said before slowly sitting up and stretching her arms, her bones gently creaking from slight stiffness.

"Oh! Alright then!" He said, rather surprised at this turn of events. He decided it'd be a good time to stretch too. He got up off the bed and did a few quick warm up stretches, similar to the ones he did at school. He held out his hand to her. "Okay, ready to go?'

She delicately took his hand and pulled herself up, now standing right in front of him. She kissed his cheek quickly before walking past him and out into the hallway.

Mr. Xaiver Newmann had gotten a rather concerning call from the local police about his son and his girlfriend just minutes after he had clocked out at his college job of being a professor. Needless to say, he was shocked to find that both of them were already home when he rushed over. Thank goodness they were okay. 

 Even more so, he was even more shocked to find out that his wife accidentally walked in on them right after they were hardcore making out. They were basically carbon copies of the older couple when they were their age. The two got a good laugh out of that, and he accidentally burned himself on the stove while he was making tea as she told him. 

“Oh, hello Sweet! How are you?" He asked her, as he set down a few mugs for the tea, as the kettle whistled. "Would you like some tea?"

Sweet giggled slightly, her middle name was tea and it was just a little funny when people would offer her the beverage. “Yes please, thank you.” She said softly, sitting by the mugs he placed down. “Do you have some honey, by chance? I like it with my teas.” She asked, being very polite to him was a must for her. She was always respectful to adults and followed the rules. Lemonade would often ask about rules and challenge some if needed, another thing that set the two sisters apart.

"Of course! No problem! I'll go get you that honey." He told her, heading to the pantry and grabbing a small, bear-shaped plastic bottle filled with honey. When he came back from the kitchen, Dejon was sitting at the narrow end of the oval-shaped table, facing him. "Hey, DeeDee! Want some tea?' He set the honey on the table next to Sweet for her as he grabbed the kettle from the kitchen and pouring some for 3 mugs. 

 "Dad! We already talked about the Nickname Situation!" Dejon complained, blushing slightly from the old nickname. It was a love-hate relationship. "But yeah, I'll take some tea... Even though I've got some already~" He added, giving Sweet a sly grin. 

Sweet had thanked Mr. Newmann for the honey and was happily stirring it into the tea as they talked. Her face was calm and relaxed before she saw his grin as he said his flirtatious line. His words had sent her into a flustered panic, her face looking brightly colored with blush as she looked away shyly. She wasn’t embarrassed by their actions at all, just that he hinted at it in front of someone new-ish to her.

"PFFT- DEE-" Xaiver looked away, almost spitting some of his tea (while still standing). He took a deep breath, recomposing himself and wiping his mouth with a napkin. "G-Good one, son." He told him, with a shaky voice that was trying so hard to not make this worse for Sweet. 

"I'll be getting the wraps, give me a moment-" He said, leaving the two so that Sweet could recover with some sort of privacy. He went to the fridge and took his... dare he say it... "Sweet" time getting dinner. 

"Sweet! Sweet, sorry was that too much?" Dejon worriedly ask her with a wavering smile, putting one of his hands on hers. "You good?"

“Mmmmmn.. yes but you’re a meanie..” She huffed, pouting a little. Her face was so warm it felt like she just ran outside on a bright summer day. Sweet took a sip from her tea and continued to look away from Dejon for a bit, letting her face recover before he could see her.

He laughed. "Mhm, alright, alright. Sure. I bet look really cute right now, however- c'mon, don't face away from me like that-" He pleaded, not liking the opposing stance she was taking.

She continued to face away from him before slowly turning around with her arms crossed. Her face was still warm from embarrassment and flustered-ness. She looked up at him, semi-annoyance in her eyes and facial expression.

"For how mad you want to look it's not working with all that blush still on your face, fyi." He chortled, crossing his own arms as he leaned back in his chair.lovelydrawzShe stuck her tongue out at him and turned away again, getting out of her seat and heading to the bathroom. She was most likely just going to hide there until her face was a normal temperature again

He wheezed, banging his hand on the table. "I'll see you in a few minutes, then!" He choked out, watching her leave. He knew she'd be fine. A few months ago, he might've checked on her, but he knew her well enough now. "Hi, Mom." He said, seeing his mom taking a seat to his right, across from where Sweet was moments before. "Hi DeeDee! Where did Sweet go?" She asked, watching the gray skeleton duck into the hallway.

"The. Name. Please." Dejon told her with clenched teeth, tensing from the name. "Not when we have company!"

Sweet had come back a little later, her face finally cooled down to it’s usual colors. She quietly took her seat back in front of Mrs. Newmann and sipping out of her tea-filled mug. “Hi, Mrs. Newmann. Nice to see you again.” She smiled at her, ignoring her boyfriend slightly. She didn’t look at him because he just had to embarrass her in front of his DAD, she was probably looking for a small apology.chilljammerOOp dejon good jobchilljammer"It's good to see you too, Sweet! I'm glad you decided to stay with us, since it's been a while!" She responded, as Xaiver set down a plate with one well-sized Cesar chicken wrap in front of her. "Thanks, Dear." 

"I don't remember if you have any allergies, so if you can't eat this I can whip something up real quick." He told her, setting two plates in front of Dejon and Sweet.

“Oh no this is great, thank you so much!” She said to him while looking at the food excitedly. Her tail wagging a little bit as she took a bite of the chicken wrap..

"Aw, thank you! I hope you enjoy it!" He replied, smiling as he went to go sit down and start on his food himself. Dejon cut his wrap in half first, before taking a bite out of it. "Damn, Dad, this is better than usual." He smirked as he saw Sweet's tail wag through the gaps of the backrest. "Well, I based it off a recipe I saw online, but it still has that personal touch! ... Somewhere." Xavier replied, after getting some water.

Sweet was a slow eater, she liked to just savor the taste of good foods. “It’s very good, better than anything I’ve seen at a store.” She complimented him on the good cooking he did. “So, where do you work, Mrs. Newmann?” She looked up from her meal to enquirer D’s mom, she liked listening to others about their jobs and hobbies.

"Oh, I work at a hospital near here, but mainly in the clinics. I got off early today because of th-" She caught herself before bringing up the one single she should've avoided. Wow, way to go, Nora. "Because my doctor--not my personal doctor, the one I work with--and another nurse of mine covered for me this evening..." 

 Whoo boy, good save! Yes! She took a bite out of her chicken wrap and chewed slowly, hoping she didn't bring up any recent repressed memories.

“Oh okay, that’s always nice!” She spoke with an innocent smile. “What about you, Mr. Newmann?” She asked, taking some more bites of her food, humming happily as the tail connected to her waggled about.She was adorable beyond measure, and new that Dejon was most likely noticed the cute behavior.

Nora mentally breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't notice, phew. Unless...? "Ah, I'm a physics teacher at the big college here, with pride! You know, Muraad. Used to work at one of the community colleges here at first but then there was a better opening at Muraad. Sometimes I teach life skills, which includes cooking, heh!" He said heartily, gesturing to dinner. 

Jesus Christ, Dejon had to stop staring at Sweet... Come on, he saw her eery day and yet he couldn't get over that damn tail. He missed his food, and bit his tongue on accident. Fuck. "Fu- frick, ow." He muttered, taking a napkin and dabbing his tongue on it to make sure it wasn't bleeding.

Sweet noticed in the corner of her socket and tried not to giggle and him. “That’s awesome, glad things really worked out nicely for the two of you.” She took some more bites, awkwardly looking around, she ran out of conversation topics.She found immense pleasure in messing with Dejon, it was just too fun to pass up. That damn tail was STILL wagging enthusiastically as she took bite after bite.

He bounced his leg up and down under the table, so he could focus on eating and the conversation. Sweet would be later and he didn't feel like biting his tongue again. "Mmm, yeah." He murmured, paying half attention. The Newmanns mostly kept up the talk, including Sweet when they could in it. Dejon chimed in more too, talking about Titian's earlier antics with trying to print a pentagram with school 3D printers.

Sweet eventually finished her food, yawning after her last bite. “I really appreciate you guys letting me stay here.” She said to the parents them giving typical statements like, “it’s no problem” and “we love having you over, it’s alright”. She eventually excused herself, wanting to change and get ready for bed.

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trauma [but more fluff thank god] - 4

"Wow, that took you a little bit of time," He teased, laughing a little. "But I don't mind..." He muttered, looking at their hands.

She kissed him on the mouth again, “Shush, I will force you to if needed.” She joked, gently giving his hand a squeeze after intertwining their fingers. Though Sweet was very much like her name, she was sometimes aggressive about showing her love towards him. Not too crazy but occasionally would say something like what she just did to mess with him.

He was taken aback again by how bold she was being- not that he minded. He chuckled a little at her remark. "Ohhhh, I'm so scared-" He mocked, exaggerating his voice to be more pleading, but still having that hint of sarcasm in it.

Sweer then proceeded to get directly in his face, like right before they had their first kiss. She was extremely close to his ‘lips’ but didn’t kiss him quite yet, she was even holding his chin again like their first time. “Last warning~” She cooed playfully.

And then he was teleported back to that night, and his face dawned an awfully similar expression like he did on that damn ferris wheel. But this time, he just smiled confidently. "Well, then, I think that warning was wasted, because I'm not budging."

“Fine then.” She said before mashing her face with his in a kiss, she wasn’t going to back down from this cocky son of a bitch. She even slipped in tongue, deciding to be a bit cheeky.

He thought he was ready. Oh, he was not ready. He was definitely NOT prepared for Sweet to try and pull a French kiss on him, and he pulled back after a second or two because he just was NOT prepared. "Did- Did you just-" He asked, looking at her wide-eyed. Yeah, okay, he lost. Fuck.:

“Yes, yes I did. Fuck around and find out, if you don’t like it I won’t do it again though.” Oh wow, Sweet cursed for once. She typically was docile and shy but tonight was definitely different. She looked up at him, gently letting go of the hand she was holding and neatly folding her hands in her own lap.She had an innocent smile on her face, like she totally didn’t do what she just did.

"Well- I mean- I'm not... opposed to it," He replied, thinking. "I was just... startled. You caught me seriously off guard, Jesus. Oh and that cursing did too." He laughed nervously, his blush growing brighter. He just wished she had prompted him before doing that. She really just did a 180 on him, she really just did. Wow.

She giggled a little, “Alright, we can just do that another time before you get a heart attack.” She said teasingly, still sitting all proper-like in his lap. “And I curse a lot by myself, it’s just rude to do in front of people sometimes.” She added, afterwards sticking out her tongue playfully.

He nodded, smiling a bit. "Yeah, you're right. It's a good think you know how to control your cursing! Now, can you stop sitting like you're in the middle of class? It's the weekend, after all." He joked, mimicking the way she place her hands and sticking his own tongue out. He also silently wondered what would happen if he had actually kissed back... He cursed himself for being such a wuss, out of all times.

“Oh fine, I’m more surprised that you’re not dead by me being in your lap for this long. Don’t your thighs hurt?” She asked, moving her hands like he asked… except she put them around his neck now, instead.

"Not really, more like stiff. When I move it'll hurt a little but I'll be fine..." He responded, his blush still fighting to stay on his face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Even though she had done it before, it usually wasn't for long, or he was carrying her, which was different.

 kissed his forehead, “Pardon my forwardness, but you are adorable.” She stated frankly, looking into his eyes lovingly. She loved how expressive his eyes were at times, they were pretty and nice to look at.

"Well. thank you..." He muttered, staring right back at her an awe-struck expression. His hands were hovering around her stomach/hip area, and he feverishly asked, "May I?"lovelydrawz“Don’t mind at all, go ahead.” She smiled softly, finding it really nice of him to ask before even just holding her waist. He was such a good boyfriend in her eyes, and even Whiskey.

He nodded with a small smile, and he cautiously place his hands on the sides of her hips. He stretched his neck a little, since her being on his legs made her a little taller. "Kiss? Please?”

“Hmmmmmm.. I suppose.” She said with a giggle before leaning her head down. She gave him a very sweet and tender kiss, it was nice. She loved him a lot and kisses was one of her favorite ways of showing it.

He smirked. "No surprises that time, huh?" He wondered how long they had been here, in his room... He was just curious... But he wouldn't mind--at all--if they just stayed in her for the rest of the night. Honestly.

“Pff- do you want one?” She asked while smiling back again, her eyes locked with his still. She was quite excited, hoping he’d say yes.

"I- yeah!" He replied, soul racing at hundreds of miles an hour. Seeing how excited she looked made it beat even faster.

She nodded and gently leaned down again, passionately kissing him once more with tongue. She really wanted him to kiss back this time, hopefully he didn’t wuss-out.

He savored the kiss she gave for a moment, before trying to reciprocate what she did with his tongue. Yes, he had kissed other before, he'd admit, but never something like this. It had felt good when Sweet had done it, and he hoped he at least somewhat done the same for her.

She gave a small hum of contentment, she thought he did a good job for his first time frenching. It was cute how she could feel his soul beat, and geez was that thing beating fast. Sweet continued to take the lead with him, he’d probably get the hand of it eventually. Until then she was fine with taking charge.

She eventually had to pull away so they could both breathe. When her lips lost contact with his there was still a small string of saliva connecting the two. She wiped the fluid from his mouth with her thumb and did the same to herself. 

“Well that was.. surprisingly pleasant for what I assume to be a first time thing for you.” She said with a cute giggle, it was definitely an experience she’d remember forever. “I would definitely like to do that again, now or later. I don’t mind when.”

"Yep... never done that before... But I'm glad I did. So I did it somewhat right, eh?" He asked, while grinning like an idiot at her (still having to look up to her). "Also, I-" He heard the door creak open as his mom stuck her head in his room, about to say something to both of them. She turned to the bed and saw Sweet sitting in her son's lap, with his hands on her hips and both with awfully bright blushes. She didn't even look mad, she just looked so taken aback. Probably rephrasing what she was going to originally say, she opened her mouth again, but Dejon beat her to it. 

 "UH-" Dejon blurted, wide-eyed and jaw about to drop on the floor.

Sweet blushed shyly and covered her boyfriend’s mouth before he said something stupid. “H-Hi, Mrs. Newmann! I assume you came to tell us something?” She stuttered a little, slowly moving off Dejon’s lap and onto the bed next him. She had taken her hand off his mouth, thinking it’d be fine now that she started this awkwardness off.

"W-Well, I was, but if you two need a moment-" she responded, starting to close the door while also holding back a laugh. A laugh! Well, it's better than what the two had originally thought about how she was going react, at the least. Dejon just kept his mouth shut. Of course, he had half-suspected her to react like this but it was still embarrassing to hell and back.

“We were just.. enjoying each other’s company. You can come back, Mrs. Newmann! Feel free to say what you needed to.” She called after his mother, a little embarrassed was an understatement.

You could hear a bit of her snickering from behind the closed door. "Nah, you two are fine. I was just popping in to say that dinner will be done in a few minutes! Dad made some salad wraps, Dejon!" She called from the hallway. "Take your time, please! There's really no rush." 

 She then walked away. Unbeknownst to the two teens, Mrs. Newmann had immediately ran to her husband to tell her what she saw, trying to keep her laughter down.

"Good God, oh my God, that was so fucking embarrassing," The skeleton groaned, leaning against her and covering his face with his hands. "Jesus Christ if she had caught us kissing, I would never hear the end of it-"

Sweet had groaned in unison with him, equally embarrassed by the encounter. “We should lock the door next time.. that sucked.” She laughed awkwardly before grabbing a pillow and screaming into it.

He made a snorting sound as she screamed into the pillow, before laying down with his hands resting above his head. "Well, at least she didn’t barge in.”

“Yeah, still sucks though.” She said, laying the opposite way he was on top of him. She was tall for a girl but he was still significantly taller, not to mention she was pretty light.

"Well, what happens is in the past now." He replied, quoting Timon from Lion King. "Hakuna matata. That's what they said, right?" He pondered, snickering a little.

“Oh my gosh, I’m head-over-heals for an absolute dork.” She said jokingly, looking over at him to see his reaction to her non-insult.

"Look, Lion King was a good movie. It's not like I'm not NOT gonna quote one of the most quotable characters in it," He countered, smiling at her.

She sat up, now sitting on his lower chest while folding her arms. “D-O-R-K. You are a dork, babe.” She said with a giggle.

"I accept that title with pride, especially coming from you~" He said, closing his eyes in confidence. Sweet was also like- surprisingly light. He knew she was light already, being a skeleton but either he was really buff or she was a feather.

She definitely didn’t weight a lot but he was also pretty strong, it was a healthy mix of both. “I wanna kiss you again but I’m lowkey scared of your mom now.” She said to him while moving to laying next to him.

"PFFT-" He wheezed, covering his mouth to mute his laugh a little. "You can, I'm pretty sure she's gonna give us some privacy, or at least knock after that."

She flipped so she was on her side and facing him, “then c’mon, I want my kisses.” She giggled and pursed her lips like before, she acted like a little kid a lot of the time.

"I think I'll just... stay here." He replied nonchalantly as he did absolutely nothing to get close to her. He loved teasing her like these, even though it usually ended with him "losing" these little struggles. Either way, it was fun.

She gasped dramatically and huffed, turning away from him and flipping over. She was pouting again. How dare he not give a kissy? The audacity!

"Awwww, Sweet, c'mon!" He whined, shaking her shoulder. "I didn't mean it, don't worry-" He peaked over her with his head, hand still on her shoulder. He looked concerned at first but then returned to a smirk."Do you still want that kiss?"

“Mmmn.. yesh..” She mumbled sourly, still pouting like a kid that didn’t get their candy. She flipped over again to look at him, still expecting a kiss.

As soon as she rolled over he pressed his lips to hers, giving her a lingering and compassionate kiss, before pulling away and laying back down in his original pose. "That good enough for you?"

“No, I want more.” She huffed again and looked at him, pursing her lips again. She was very greedy when it came to his kisses and cuddles.

"Damn, okay," He chuckled, kissing her again with the same ardent feeling to it, but not pulling away and making Sweet do so instead.

She kissed back and scooted as close as she could to him. She wrapped her arms around him for cuddles as they kissed.

He blushed, but still not prying away. He refrained from the urges to put his hand on her face, even though he personally loved doing it.

She appreciated that he didn’t do that, noticing how in moments he’d usually place his hand on her face, he didn’t. It would be hard for him to hold off on for now but she was glad she was being given “space”.

She was tempted to add tongue to their kiss again but based on his first reaction it was better to ask. She pulled away, “Do you wanna french again orrrrr..?” She asked shyly with a small giggle.

"W-Well- I- only if you want to-" He stuttered. If she did decide to kiss him the way she did earlier, which was definitely happening, he was just gonna let her lead. He kept on with the mentality that he was new to it, which was half truth and half excuse.

“I do, and you don’t gotta be so nervous with me.” She smiled sweetly at him. “Just let me know if you want to stop or aren’t enjoying it.”

"Sorry, it's still really new to me but it's also really nice- but also we've never done something so... involved--not that I'm complaining-- and it's just different." He rambled, giving her a timorous smile (even though she had just said to not be nervous).

“I understand, do you actually want to do it again, then? If not that’s alright, my love.” She said, pressing her forehead gently against his.

"If we did it'd be just you leading for most of it... I don't know how enjoyable that is." He responded. "I wanna do it, but I don't feel too confident in my abilities... I don't wanna disappoint you or anything," 

“You won’t disappoint me, and I’m okay with leading.” She reassured him with another one of her kind smiles. She kissed his forehead too.

"Well, then, by all means, go ahead," He happily replied, closing his eyes for the kiss. His soul started beats fast again, and he tried to keep his cool as best he could.

Since they were so close, Sweet could feel his little soul beating. She thought it was adorable. She closed the gap between them with another long kiss, before turning it into something more by adding tongue once more. She was so close to him and really liked it, his warmth felt amazing.

His face was so warm, and he was flustered to hell and back as she kissed him. When she started frenching, his soul only started pumping faster. He kissed back, actually leading for a moment in doing so. Whoops. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

She put a kind and reassuring hand on his chest, also giving a small hum of approval again. She thought he was doing a good job at leading for his second-ish time doing this. Sweet was almost the opposite as him, being calm and tranquil while kissing him.

He calmed down ever so slightly when she put that comforting hand on his chest. It gave him more confidence too, and he prolonged the kiss evermore so. And he was still leading! Holy shit! He broke away suddenly, since he was running out of air when he finally noticed. His face was covered in blush, adorned with a stupid smile, and he had a little saliva left on his chin. He was taking big, deep breaths, getting oxygen to circulate through his body again.l

She had a lot of blush on her own face this time, he took the lead damn it! And she wasn’t expecting it! She was bamboozled! The smaller looked at him, her now becoming the shy one. She looked away after only a few seconds of eye contact, feeling her face heat up even more. “Th-That was.. u-um.. really nice.”

Wiping away the embarrassing drool, he laughed, and took her hand that was resting on his chest to his face. Pressing against it, he chuckles. "If it makes you feel better, I'm just as flustered as you are. That was more than really nice, it was amazing."

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trauma - 3

Sweet eventually woke up, but not in a pleasant way, she shot up from the laying down position and stood up. She was struggling to breathe normally, only staggered and sharp breaths came from her. She had just had a nightmare about Dejon, and after what had just happened earlier that day, this was not helping. The dream felt so real, so vivid.

"Mmmmh... Sweet, why are you up?" Dejon groaned, rubbing his eyes. He looked next him, seeing that Sweet had gotten up from the bed and was now standing at the foot of it, panicking. He scrambled to sit up, and the blankets made it harder for him to step off his bed. 

 "Sweet?! What's wrong? What happened?" He asked her, putting a hand on her shoulder from behind her.

She let out a small yell and pushed his hand away from her, terrified of him. She was already crying today but this was much worse, she looked terrified of HIM. 

It was one thing for her to flinch but this time she was actively backing away and into the wall.

He sucked in a breath, stepping back from her immediately. 

"I see..." He muttered, dolefully. Remembering the incident that happened at the intersection in the car, he tried his best to give her some space. He felt a tear roll down his face. And then another. And then yet another. He coughed, wiping them away. 

Crying was okay, yes, but... now was not the time. Sweet was in a much worse mental state than he was at the moment. He didn't know what to do. 

Should he leave?

Stay? 

Try and console her?

God, he didn't know. 

He hadn't dealt with this before. He tried to start off slow, at least what he hoped was slow. "What... What happened, Sweet? If you need a second I understand."

She put a hand over her mouth, looking extremely nauseous. It didn’t happen often, but she would throw up at times when extremely stressed. She ran past him and to the bathroom, immediately getting on her knees and throwing up her guts. It sounded worse than it was but definitely was painful. She vomited a few more times before sitting up and taking some deep breaths, just trying to get some air in and relax. She really needed to process what just happened and if it was all a dream.She slumped down on the bathroom floor and leaned against the wall, poor thing looked beyond anxious.

He instinctively side-stepped her, even though she was trying to swerve past him anyways. After he heard her start to vomit, he waited in his doorway for her to finish, silently trying to figure out what the best move would be. He was still little sluggish since being woken up suddenly, and he hunched over slightly as he leaned on the frame. He gingerly made his way to the bathroom, poking his head in the doorway and looking down at Sweet with a very concerned and worried expression written all over his face. 

She tiredly looked up at him and frowned, lifting her arms up to motion she wanted a hug. She had come to the realization that it really was just a nightmare and she wanted some comfort now. “I’m sorry.. I had a really bad d-dream..” She mumbled to him, still raising her arms for a hug.

"Are you okay now?" He asked, hesitating for a moment. He didn't want to panic her even more if he touched her again. He stood still, one hand still on the doorway of the bathroom.

She nodded, still teary eyed but didn’t look like she’d freak out if he touched her. Whatever she dreamt up must have been pretty bad for such a reaction. She still had her arms up for him, though it looked like it was tiring them out.

"Just checking..." He said, before scooping her up in her arms, keeping her close, and trying to make up for whatever twisted dream she had. "It's okay, now... You're safe..." He turned around, seeing his parents in the doorway, with his dad's eyelights small dots and his mom looking like she was ready to beat anyone who had hurt either of them. He just shook his head, silently pleading for them to move out of the way. They did, and that was probably because of how frantic he looked. He carried Sweet back to his room, and he could feel her grip starting to loosen from his neck. His mom had thankfully shut the door from behind them. He laid his girlfriend back on the bed, and sat down next to her.

Sweet sighed and sniffled, not wanting to cry again tonight. “I’m sorry, Dejon..” She said quietly while reaching to him to hold his hand. “The dream felt so real.. I wasn’t expecting your hand on my shoulder so I freaked out.. sorry..”

"Don't be sorry. It was rational. I don't blame you. Don't ever think that I did, okay?" He consoled her, moving himself closer to her and holding her outstretched hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze and ran circles over it with his thumb. Still sitting up, he asked "What... What happened in this dream, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I- I mean, only if you're okay with telling me," He quickly added, his hand retracting from her.

“I don’t mind..” She sat up slowly and took a minute, thinking of how to explain this to him. “It was you and I having a fun time like any other day until at night.. you took me to the alleyway behind the school for a ‘surprise’ gift..” She paused, feeling the tears already forming. 

“You pushed me against the wall like he did and started taking off all my clothes.. I wasn’t ready to do what you wanted so you started hitting me, then left me all alone in the alley and drove off..” She had started crying again and was trying to wipe away the fresh tears, but she still had more to say. “You came back later and decided that you wanted to continue with what you were going to do with me and then.. then..” 

She couldn’t finish the sentence but he could have probably understand what she was getting at.

As her story unfolded, Dejon folded into himself, pushing his knees up to his chin and tugging at parts of his shirt. At one point, he covered his mouth as his brain burst with millions questions questing his own morality.

When she finished, he didn't move bother closer to her, falling back into the doubtful pit of if he should touch her or not. He just kept fidgeting with his clothing, repeating over and over the same thing while he looked at her with grave yet pained eyes. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry."

She leaned against him was she cried, she felt like an absolute piece of shit for telling him. He was probably going through enough after having the beat a guy’s face in today. “Should I leave..? I don’t want to be a burden to you anymore..”

"No... Please, don't. I just... I don't want to hurt you any more than I already did today, from the looks of it." He said, taking his shirt and wiping the tears away even though they were still sure to come. "The way you had looked at me when you had first woken up... was what had shaken me up the most, up until this moment." He paused for a moment, taking a shaky breath. 

“That face and the face at school... they were so, so similar. Seeing you like that- I felt disgusting... And it scared me. All of it scared me more than I thought it did." It had been a while since he had felt this vulnerable, he felt more tears drip onto his shirt and pants.

Sweet hugged him tightly, “It’s not your fault.. I am just struggling with processing what happened..” She nuzzled him, trying to show that she still loved him a lot and cared for him. She kissed his cheek and forehead, offering him a bit of comfort now instead of the opposite. He looked like he really was under a lot of stress.

"But part of it is! I yelled, I screamed, and clearly it affected you a lot..." He sobbed, grateful for the comfort but still feeling extremely guilty. "I don't want you to be scared of me..." His eyes still hadn't retracted back to their normal size, and were still barely visible. They almost looked like they were shaking in his eyesockets.

“It will take time for me to heal but I promise this won’t be a permanent thing.. I can forgive you for what you did, it’s nowhere as severe as what.. he.. did.” She sniffled and moved a little so she was in his lap, she held his face with both of her hands and pressed her forehead against his. “I love you so much.. we can get through this..”

He mumbled in agreement, putting one of his hands over hers. "T-Thank you... I love you too. God, I should be comforting you... You're going through so much worse right now and I don't need to add to that."

“Shhhhh… I hate to be rude, but shut up.. your feelings are valid.” She said with a giggle, nuzzling him affectionately. “Should we go ask your mom about food soon? Or we could.. stay and cuddle?” She said the last part dramatically as a joke, she definitely wanted cuddles though.

"I think... I think I'd rather wait. Just a little longer." He replied, trying to laugh a little, too. He finally returned her hugs, and his face smashed against hers. He held onto her tightly as if he might fall if he let go.

Sweet started purring and blushed when she heard herself, it was still a little embarrassing but it was fine. She nuzzled her head into the spot between his chin and collar bone, her purring only growing louder the more comfortable she got. It was a really horrible day but maybe it might have a nice ending, they eat a good meal and fall asleep cuddling.

He snorted when she started getting flustered, but it's not like he looked any different. His hands crossed on her back, and he made she Sweet felt as safe and loved as possible with forehead kisses every once in a while. 

“I love you.. I hope we stay together forever..” She said, tears coming again but this time they were happy ones. “I’m so grateful to have a boyfriend like you..” She lifted her head up to look her lover in the eyes.i

"Right back at you," He laughed, winking at her with some fingerguns. He didn't care if some thought they were corny. Any time was appropriate for fingerguns (Okay, most times). "But I'm glad we met. So, so glad. I love you too; I really do."

“I can’t take this anymore.” She said with a huff before gently grabbing his chin and pulling him into a kiss. It was a very long and passionate one, she clearly had been wanting a kiss but felt like now was the best time.

"I-" He sputtered out, before he was kissed by Sweet, as the lingering blush suddenly came back in full swing and no intent of leaving. He leaned in closer to her, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Sweet eventually parted with the most lovesick grin he’d ever seen out of her. “Ehehehee.. you taste like marshmallows and happiness.” She said while giggling in a loving daze.

 "Marshmallows, huh? That's new." He retorted, smiling at her grin. Which was also making him extremely flustered, but he tried not dwelling on it. He felt a little of his face, and sure enough, it was warm. "You seem quite love-struck right now, Sweet." He mused, pressing his forehead to hers.

She giggled again, “Sorry, I just fully realized how great my feelings really are for you.” She said while pressing her forehead back against his. She also gently picked up his hand and held it.

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trauma - 2

"Alright." He told her, and he scooped her up bridal-style through his dimmed house, and set her on his actually quite large bed (He sometimes wondered why his parents bothered buying him a queen size). He clicked on the strip lights lining all the walls to a dim green. He laid on the bed next to her, on the right, with his back resting on the wall. Facing Sweet for a moment, he patted the space next to him, inviting her closer.

Sweet smiled for the first time in the past 45-ish minutes, it was only for a second but it showed that she was on her way to start healing from this shitty experience. She scooted closer to Dejon, very close actually, if she moved her head even a little big she’d probably kiss him. Though, she was shorter she was probably more likely to kiss his neck or chest on accident, the problems of being little. She nuzzled him and lazily wrapped an arm around him, loving how comfortable cuddling with him in a bed felt. Though they’ve been dating for a bit, they never really slept over at each other’s houses until now.

He smiled warmly back at her, resting his hand on her shoulder. "Let me call your dad first, then we can cuddle, alright?" She nodded, still holding onto him. Clearly, she was not letting go any time soon. Even more so, there was nothing obscuring that now, either. Scrolling though his contacts until he found Mr. Whiskey's number, he pressed audio and waited for him to pick up. He soul was pounding right out of his chest and he looked visibly terrified. 

"Sweet... you might need to help me a little here..." He said, nervously looking down at her with a slight panic. 

She yawned but nodded and put it on speakerphone, her father finally picked out the phone and he answered. 

“Hello? Is everything alright, Dejon? You don’t normally call.” He asked and Sweet decided to answer for him. 

“Hi daddy, it’s Sweet.” She said to him through the phone. 

“Oh hi pumpkin! Why aren’t you calling me through your phone?” “It died, sorry.” She looked up to D, hoping he could now pick up the phone and handle it himself now that she said hi to him first.

He took a deep breath, before taking the phone from Sweet. "Hi, Mr. Whiskey. Sweet's over at my house right now. Something really bad happened at school today. The... the police were involved." 

“Do you need me to come over and get her? I can call off work for the rest of the day if you need me to. Is she hurt at all?” He said, his usual deep and calm tone diminishing at the thought of one of his babies being hurt.

"No, I got her; it's okay, but thank you. We're at my house. She's fine right now." He tensed a little when Whiskey's voice started faltering. Oh boy. "She was... cornered right outside of school by a bully. This was apparently payback for the first time I protected her, and also him for kicking her- that's what I'm getting from it, at least." 

He took one of Sweet's hands, holding it tenderly to support both of them.

"He- He almost had his way with her... if you get what I mean. But I got there before it happened. That bitch had his fucking nasty hands on her..." He ranted, losing his nervousness for a second and getting irritated again. "Sorry about my language-"

“No no- you have every right to cuss, whatever that guy did.. I’m glad you stopped him. Did you at least kick his face in for me?” He asked, to which Sweet smiled a little, she knew her dad always had her back.

"Kicked his legs, punched his face." He grinned, relaxing. "He's been arrested, so if you get a call or anything it's probably the police..." "Anyways, Sweet just wanted me to call you to tell you this. I don't know if she wants you to tell anyone else or anything... So I'll hand the phone to her-" He added, doing just that.

Sweet took it nervously. “Are you there, darlin’?” 

“Yes, daddy.. you can tell momma but not my sisters yet, I don’t need them to worry..” Whiskey gave a small “mhm” in response. “That’s all I really need, thank you for not freaking out.. you don’t mind if I stay the night, do you?” 

“Not at all, I trust Dejon to keep you safe. Take care pumpkin, I love ya.” 

“I love you too..” The small ‘beep’ from the phone hanging up came and she sighed, “May I get my cuddles now, babe?” She asked teasingly.

"Of course, sweetheart," He chuckled, holding his arms open wide and waiting for her to move even closer. "Sorry you had to wait so long."

She scooted super close again and waited to be surrounded by his strong arms, she was so glad she could finally rest easy after this whole mess.“I love you so much, babe..”

"I didn't get to tell you earlier when you told me, but I love you too. I love you so much, Sweet..." He replied, folding his arms around her and digging his head in his shoulder. His legs curled around hers almost protectively. "Okay, asking this again just in case anything changed. What's comfortable and not comfortable right now?" He asked, slightly muffled by her shirt.

“Just- no face touching for now, that’s it.. kisses are still welcome though.” She cuddled him happily, her eyes would normally be hearts but they probably wouldn’t be changing for a while. She purred slightly when the warmth set in, not like Dex’s purring though. Hers was a lot more cat-like.

"Awww... Sweet..." He marveled, shifting a little to look at her. His face was starting to turn blueish-green again. "That's so cute... I've never heard this before, not even at the park-"

She squeaked at the compliments and hid her face in his chest, she didn’t know she purred either because she never really cuddled with anyone. She DID do it when she slept but she obviously wouldn’t know that. Sweet was mainly just embarrassed of it, like her heart eyes. It was another thing that she did when she felt safe and/or loved.

"Aw, wait no, don't be embarrassed! It's okay!" He said apace. 'You're good; it's fine. Again, it's just really cute..." Of course, her digging her head into his chest was making him equally as flustered. Not that Sweet noticed... yet. The blueish-green blush on his face was getting worse.

She huffed, “Mmmmn.. I sound stupid.” She said into his shirt, still hugging him close despite her embarrassment and frustration.

"No you don't!" He said, indignantly. "Very much not true. C'mon, let me your face, so I can kiss you. I'm assuming that would make you feel better?"

She lifted her head up and pursed her ‘lips’, really wanting that kiss. “Kissy..” She mumbled while looking up at him, she was adorable whether she thought so or not.

He gave her an "I told you so" smile, before going ahead and pursing his own lips to kiss her. It was passionate and quite literally breathtaking, as he tried to make it last long.

Dejon was about to drift off with Sweet safely in his arms, but then he heard the door open. Rushed steps and things being dropped off made him sit straight up in bed suddenly. "Oh, shit, they're home."

Sweet squeaked in surprise by his sudden movement and covered her mouth when she did. She removed her hand and looked up at him. “Do you need me to get up or something?”

"If you wanna stay in here you can, I'm just gonna explain to them what happened and that you're here for today. Both of them will let you stay, don't worry. Definitely under... these circumstances too." He told her, sitting on the side of the bed.

She sat up a little and nodded, “Okay, just come back soon please.” She kissed him on the cheek before he left.  

He went out of the door, meeting his dad still putting his bag down from his day as a professor at a college. 

 "Dejon, Jesus Christ-" 

After explaining to his father today's events, and asking him to give Sweet some space, he gave his dad a hug before retiring back to his room. "He's chill with it. He wanted to give you a hug but I told him later, if that's alright with you." Dejon told Sweet, sitting cross-legged on the bed.

She yawned and nodded, immediately leaning on him and whimpering, asking for more physical affection. She looked super tired and lovesick despite all the love he gave, too much love was never a thing for her.

"Alright, alright," He said, putting his arms around her and hugging her. "Jeez, you look like you pulled an all-nighter for exams. Let go for a sec so I can close the door, and lay down. You need sleep."

She whined but nodded again, sitting up to he could close the door. Once he did she laid down again in his warm bed, making grabby hands to show she wanted his cuddles again and for him to hurry up. She was a impatient but who could blame her?

He rolled back into the bed, facing her. "I'm right here, chill." He told her, teasingly. He pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. "You good like this?" He asked, just wanting to make sure.

“Mhmmmmmm.. never better.” She mumbled into his neck as she closed her eyes. She started purring again but was only half asleep. “I love you sooooooo much, baby. You’re my world..”

"Alright, good." He couldn't help but smile at what she was saying, and he curled his legs around hers. "I love you too... I love you so, so much. Which is why I need you to sleep right now."

“Mmmmmn.. okieee..” She huffed and nodded, eventually falling asleep like she was told and purring softly all the while.

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trauma - 1

“Dejon was hanging around Sweet's locker, waiting for her to finish packing after the bell had rung. People were rushing past them, since it was finally Friday and everyone could go home and recharge. He leaned against the lockers, looking bored, but was really just zoning out.

When she had all her things together she rested the bag on her shoulder and kissed his cheek to say she was ready. “Come on, let’s get going!” She beamed to him. Today was a good day, it was nice to have the weekend though. They could hang out more and go on fun dates like usual.

He turned to her and smiled, before replying "I'll be right behind you." He got off of the locker and followed behind her, like he said. As they walked down the hallway together, he tapped her shoulder. "Hey, I need to stop by the computer lab real quick. My friend just texted me- I need to go pick up a piece of project that got printed with that new 3d printer." He told her, while he held is phone in one hand. "You go on; I'll meet you outside at our normal spot, 'kay?"

“Okies! Take your time!” She chirped and waved him off as he walked away. Though, she was suddenly tugged along from the meeting spot shortly after she arrived. “H-Hey let go!!” She tugged away from the force pulling at her backpack and realized it was her bully. This time felt different though, he had a creepy grin on his face, it was freaking her out a little. “What do you want? I need to meet someone here and you’re in the way of that.”

"Ph, I know that. But you see..." He said, pulling her up off the ground slightly by her backpack. He walked a few paces, and they were soon covered by the trees that lined the outside of the school. "Remember what happened a few days ago? With your little... boyfriend body guard? Well, I happen to know he's off with his buddy in the tech room. So, that gives me some time to..." He put a finger to her chin, pulling it up so that she stared right at him. "Give you some pay back. An eye for an eye, no?"

“W-What? No! Let go of me!!” She squeaked out and squirmed to get out of his grasp, already not liking what he might want to do to her. She had jerked her head away from his finger to, not even wanting this asshole to graze her with a single part of his body.

"Pathetic try." He hissed, roughly grabbing her chin as he pushed her and her backpack against a wall. "If you stop yapping, this doesn't have to be so bad." He raised her higher before abruptly dropping her, and as she tried to recover he knelt down to her. He ran a finger from her chin down from her neck to the tip of her sternum, smirking. "Where's that bodyguard of yours now? He ditch you?" 

Sweet began to softly cry and the scumbag started unbuttoning her shirt and laughing quietly when she didn’t answer. She was stuck in a shitty situation with no one to help her. “Please.. please stop..” She sobbed out to him, begging him not to go any further. She was used to bullying but this was something way worse.as the

"Jesus Christ, Titian, you need to stop messing with the printer. You're gonna get suspended." Dejon told his ram-horned friend, who had tried to print a small red pentagram on one of the school's 3D printers. At least he also got the gear they needed for the group project created, too. 

"I'll text you later, I gotta catch up with someone," He told him, jogging out the front double doors. "Hah, like we all don't know who that someone is!" Titian called back, laughing. He let him go though, as the smaller skeleton ran to catch up with another guy he had his own sights set on. 

"Sweet! Where are you?" The green-clad skeleton called, looking hastily for her. "Where is she? She's not by our usual..." He knew that she wouldn't have walked off without him. This wasn't settling right with him.

Sweet Tea heard her lover call for her and before she could scream her bully put a hand over her mouth, “Not. A. Word.” He said in a threatening tone. But, with the new hope given to her by her boyfriends voice, she bit the fuck out of him, causing him to let go and yelp. As soon at she was able to she screamed for Dejon to hear. The bully soon grabbed her by the neck and pulled her along, trying to leave the scene with her so Dejon wouldn’t find them.

His head immediately turned to the right, towards the scream that was definitely Sweet's, no doubt. Although there were trees and bushes, along with God knows what else obscuring his view, he could see the flash of Sweet's backpack be hoisted up and disappear. There was barely anyone else around outside by this time, with everyone hastening home. Anyone else was solely inside the actual school building for clubs and such. He dove through the foliage, snapping twigs and stepping on some thorned weeds. 

"SWEET! I'M COMING!" However, the one still gripping Sweet dove behind a part of the building that protruded out- it was probably the stairwell. Hiding in the corner, Dejon rushed past the two and stopped around 30 feet away from them, confusedly looking around for the perpetrator. He smiled, squeezing Sweet before trying to subtly sneak back the way Dejon came.

Sweet tried to scream but his grip was causing nothing but empty gasps to come out. She used her tail to whip him in the legs so he’d yelp and he did. He let out a small yelp and there was no way he wasn’t fucked now. 

He turned around, and his eyes widened from shock as his pupils constricted. Sweet looked terrified as tears rolled her face, and he saw that the shirt she was wearing was unbuttoned and part of it was slipping off her shoulder. 

 "YOU... YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD!" Dejon yelled, bolting over to the two, before grabbing his neck and punching him square in the face. He knew how wrestle, yes, but it was more of grappling holds rather than punching. The bully dropped Sweet immediately, holding his face in pain as he cowered. Dejon pulled him back up, leaning close to him. 

"How... HOW THE FUCK DID YOU THINK THIS WAS ETHICAL?!" He screamed, threatening to kick or punch him again, maybe even DO try to pull him into pin or takedown. "You sick fuck."

Sweet was still crying when the full realization of what could have happened hit her. She wanted a hug or anything but Dejon still needed to take care of the sick fuck that was sexually harassing her. She could even speak, that poor thing was stunned. Her eyes trailed up to her protective boyfriend, threatening to beat this man to a pulp with just a single wrong word.

"Fucker." He scorned, holding the hunched figure down while he called 911. "911, what is your emergency?" "Hello, I have a revolting bastard here who just tried to sexually assault my girlfriend. He's with me, I have him... subdued. Not dead, no no. Located by Cyhiem Highschool, toward the front." He turned to Sweet, and his tense and resentful exterior faltered for a second. "Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?"

She shook her head finally snapping out of it and buttoning her shirt back up, she was just trying to focus on her breathing for now, missing the feeling of air.

He pressed on, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Well, that was a redundant question considering the situation they were in, but it was quite clear what he really meant. He turned towards the offender, who was trying to stand up straight and get his bearings. 

"You... you little-" He had started, before Dejon kicked one of his legs, and he was cut short as he fell into the corner he had hid in. "Shut it." He chided, putting the phone back up to answer the dispatcher's questions as best he could.

She shook her head again, knowing what he meant in his weird question. She was still crying bit really wished she wasn’t, she felt so embarrassed despite being the victim.Part of her started to blame herself for what happened, thinking if she just worn a stupid sweater like always then maybe things would be okay.

"Alright. Thank God... I think they're still sending at least some sort of first aid, okay? They're be here in a second. I need to stay by him, until they come, okay?" He tried consoling her, wanting to hug her but had to control himself and stay by the crumbling figure that though he held so much power moments before. Soon enough, the emergency services arrived, and apprehended the offender. As soon as they got to the corner area, Dejon ran to Sweet who was still sitting on the grass.

"Sweet... Sweet, I'm so sorry... You're okay now, okay? You're good. You're good." He told her, wrapping himself around her and hugging her tightly. "None of this is your fault. None of it. He had no fucking right."

Sweet hugged him back tightly and sobbed, she had bruises forming on her neck and arm from where he grabbed her. She was so upset and just wanted to go home with him and forget everything that happened. The smaller cried into his shoulder, she wanted to be picked up and held but didn’t really know how to ask for it other than giving him a look.

"You're gonna be okay... I promise." He repeated, over and over. He pulled away slightly, looking anxious and distraught. He went to place a hand on her cheek, not knowing that the monster who had gotten to his girlfriend had done something similar minutes prior to him interfering.

She immediately flinched away from his hand, “N-NO!!” She squeaked out, starting to cry more. She then realized how horrible it was that she just flinched from her own boyfriend. She stepped away from him and stumbled back on a stray root, she fell onto the ground and just held her knees. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore, this whole thing was an absolute nightmare.

"SWEET-" He called, as she fell to the ground. He hastened to his feet, almost falling himself in the process. He caught on to why she absconded from him, and stepped a few inches away from her to make sure she felt safe. He noticed how there was blood on the grass, and fretted that it was from Sweet. But then he looked at his knuckles, and saw that they were bleeding. He wiped them on the grass. 

"He must've done that to you, huh?" He asked, even though he knew the answer. 

"Fucking disgusting..." He muttered, under his breath. Speaking up again, he said "I should've asked, before doing that. And I should done that too before I hugged you. I'm sorry. Just tell me when you're ready; I understand. I'll wait as long as you need me to, and I always love you, okay?" He then heard the trudging of shoes as first aid came over, assessing Sweet first and then looking over Dejon. 

They were both taken to the ambulance that had been parked in the middle of the road, next to some cop cars. If you looked closely through the tinted windows of one, you could see the furred, small-horned guy in it. Dejon had told the medics with them to treat them separately, so Sweet sat in the back and he stood off to the side of it, getting his hands bandaged.

Sweet was being given ice for her many bruises, she also had a lot of scrapes from when he pushed her against a brick wall. She was more focused on how Dejon was feeing though. She felt like this was all her fault and the guilt wouldn’t go away, she flinched from her own boyfriend.. it felt so instinctual and she hated that. What if he couldn’t ever touch her again? What if he eventually let her for a non-broken girl? 

 She was so lost in her own head as the nice lady was trying to ask her questions. She eventually started answering the basics, then the harder questions as the asked about what went down before D showed up. Once the officer left she was told she could leave if she wanted and they would be contacting her parents at a later date. 

She stood once she was allowed to leave and looked over at Dejon, who was just finished with questioning. She started crying again and wanted to hug him but felt like he wouldn’t want to touch her anymore.

After the officer had thanked him for his time, and that he might be called in the future, they got into their cars and drove off. The medics told them that they were free to go home, unless they had any further problems. By then it was a little later, perhaps 4:30. By then people still at school caught word of this and a few more were questioned. 

Most saw that Sweet wasn't in very good condition so they avoided her, out of respect. Some came up to Dejon but he waved them off with stoic looks. He heard her start to break down again, and he went over to her, still staying a few inches from her. 

"Sweet, I know you're not doing to good right now. Are you comfortable with me giving you a hug? What's comfortable and not comfortable right now?" He asked her, with his words tumbling out.

She couldn’t stop crying so words were hard to form all she could muster out was, “H-Hug.. please..” She weakly lifted her arms up, she was still sitting on the ledge of the ambulance and really wanted to be picked up and held. 

She tried muttering out the other things she wanted. “Carry m-me..” She needed physical touch but some things —like touching her face— were too much for her right now. Hugs and kisses were okay right now though.

He sighed with relief, and put his arms under hers and picked her up off the back of the ambulance. One of her shoulders was under his head, and he tried to not irritate any bandages or bruises she head by touching them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his stomach, clutching tightly. He could hear her still crying softly and he hated how this was the most he could to at the moment. He moved out of the around and just stood on the right side of the sidewalk, in front of the school.

“I-I’m sorry…” She sobbed out as a few more people left the school and saw Sweet, looking at her like she was crazy. She really wanted to go home with him, she didn’t feel safe alone anymore for obvious reasons and she probably wouldn’t for a while.

“Don’t be; there’s nothing to be sorry for.” He replied, about to give her a small squeeze endearingly but caught himself. “Do you wanna go home? Call your sister or anything? Where’s your car?” He knew she wanted leave badly. Especially when he caught a few kids looking at them like they had 3 heads.

She nodded, “B-big sis isn’t home.. can I just go w-with you..?” She asked him, her parents wouldn’t mind since they trusted Dejon with their daughter a lot.

“Yeah, of course. Where’s your car? I’ll drive you, and then I’ll get my bike on one of the racks, okay?” He asked her. God, he wished he just walked to school today so that way he didn’t have to go back.lovelydrawzShe sniffled and nodded, still holding onto him tightly, she was going to have to let go at some point and she was dreading that. She pointed to her car that he could probably recognize, he had been in it a couple times.

“I love you..”

He paused for a moment, looking down at her with a sad smile. “I love you too, Sweet.”

He went over to the passenger seat and found the door opened. “You gotta remember to lock your car...” He murmured under his breath. “Here, Sweet. I’ll be on the other side.” He motioned for her to release and sit in the car.

She whimpered and slowly let go, letting him put her down in the seat gently. She sniffled and put on her seatbelt, already missing his warmth.

"I'll be right back. I just need to get my bike. I'll be in the front; lock the car. If anything happens, call or yell. Please." He told her, giving her a small kiss on the forehead before shutting the door and running back to the front.

She pulled her keys out of her bag and locked the car like she was told. She then waited as patiently as she could for him to get back.Once he did she opened the trunk for him and unlocked the car so he could get it.chilljammerA few moments later, he came and pushed his bike into the back of the car, before heading to the driver's seat and starting up the car. After the back closed, he drove into the one-way street. "Sweet, do you want any music?"

She hugged her knees and shook her head, she’d prefer the quiet for now. His house wasn’t far from their school so she was fine with not holding him for at least a bit.“Am I allowed to sleep in your bed with you..?” She asked him meekly, still not making eye contact.

"Only if you want to. It's all your choice," He told her, as a small blush crept on his face. After reaching a 4-way street, he waited at a red light to go forward. Suddenly, it turned green and as he put his foot on the pedal a blue convertible whisked past the car, almost hitting them in the process. 

"MOTHERFUC-" He hollered, slamming the brake. He heaved a sigh and accelerated, before someone started honking at them to go. "God, I'm sorry for yelling-" He exasperatedly apologized, looking over at Sweet.

Sweet had covered her “ears” and kept her head down, she really didn’t want to tell him but when she saw him punch and scream at her bully it really scared her. Seeing him like that was very upset, he was normally so sweet and mild-toned. 

She eventually removed her hands from the side of her skull and took a deep breath, it some point she was going to have to tell him that his yelling was probably going to affect her right now. She still didn’t look at him but that was most likely the shame of what had happened causing it.

He shut up instantly when he saw her. He felt regret, so, so much regret for yelling. It didn't help that they were so close, and that definitely made it worse for both of them. 

He gripped the car's wheel, struggling to focus on the road. Finally, after making it to the cul-de-sac his house resided and parking, he got out of the car and opened the door for Sweet. 

"I get it if you don't feel like talking to me right now," He told her, just in case. His parents weren't home yet, with both still being at work. So, in a way, it was a good thing and a bad thing.Hopefully they hadn't gotten a call yet, or they'd be home really, really soon.

“I want to talk to you.. I just don’t like the yelling.. I-I’m sorry, I should have said something sooner-” She apologized while getting out of the car, immediately hugging him again. It was going to be hard to get her to let go this time. Sweet sighed into his clothes, then felt a drop of water fall on her skull, then another, and another. It soon began to rain on them, it was not too sudden since the clouds were moderately grey this afternoon.

"Like I said, don't be sorry. It's okay; thanks for telling me- I'll try to keep it in mind." He said, wistfully. "Oh, shit-" He grumbled at the gray-ish sky, and ushering her under the roofed, but empty parking spot. He held both of their bags in one of his hands. And got the front door open with his other. He left the two bags by the couch right by the door and shut it. "Do you want me to carry you my room, or would you rather the couch?"

“Room..” She said quietly, she looked so weak and tired, like she could just pass out at any moment. “And.. if you don’t mind could you call my dad for me to tell her where I am? My mom’s still at work..”

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Café :)))))) - 2

Lemonade eventually stopped talking and just held her boyfriend close, nuzzling him while he was in her lap. She felt so bad about how this morning was going. “Would you like me to take you home, darlin’? We can just relax at home and watch some shows, I hate seeing ya this sad.” She spoke so softly to him and kissed his cheekbone.

He gratefully accepted her pulling him closer, fervently whispering a thank you. He felt a little better, but... He sniffed, muttering "I guess I wouldn't mind that..." Before going silent again. After a moment however, he added, "I feel bad... because we ordered food and haven't paid for it... It's probably on our table by now." 

 He budged a little, curling back up and looking more like he did earlier. "I don't wanna go back in though." He felt like crying again. And the waterworks were just starting to yield...

“Hey, it’s okay! You can sit in the car and I’ll just go back, no biggie.” She smiled a little and gently rubbed his back. “No more tears, okay? It’s gonna be a good afternoon for us, I promise. I love you so so much, babe.” She was so positive all the time it was hard to believe the things she said to that man.

He moved off her lap, turning around on the ground to face her, before clinking his head with hers for a moment. "Okay." He replied, but that just made him shed more tears. He was unsure if they were happy or sad ones. "I'll go unlock the car..." He said, holding his hand out for the car keys. Lemonade handed them to him, standing up and helping him up as well. 

"I'll be quick, Dex." She said, giving his hand a squeeze before heading back to the café. He was left in the alleyway, and he debated if he should just stay there. But he had gotten this far... sitting back down would just erase what Lemonade tried so hard to accomplish.

The skeleton sighed, wiping more tears away before trudging to the parking spot where Lemonade had left the car. Sliding into the passenger seat, he adjusted the backrest until it was practically a straight angle. It was almost like a bed. He folded his hands over his chest, getting lost in his thoughts.

Five to six minutes later, Lemonade came back with their drinks and food, she get into her seat and giggled a little at how he angled his seat. “Here, sweetie. Drink up.” She handed him his drink and the other items he had ordered that the narrator is to lazy to name. She took a sip of her own drink and buckled her seatbelt.

He propped his seat back up, before taking the strawberry lemonade in his hands and taking a long sip. He didn't like how far yet so close he was to Lemonade. He just wanted more hugs, and apparently now more words from her- needing to feel loved. "Thanks." 

The blue skeleton still felt extremely fragile and was telling himself he needed to get over it. It was simply catcalling. What was the saying? 

 "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." He mumbled, recalling the quote from a poster he saw in his ELA teacher's classroom in what felt like a millennia ago. 

 The teacher had it up to be ironic, since the unit they were on covered how works of literature influenced modern takes on problems in the world, and how some of the solutions had hurt it. All stemming from... words.

She set her drink down in the cup holder and began pulling out of the parking lot, placing a hand on his thigh and rubbing it comfortingly. She couldn’t hug him while in the position of driving so this was the most she could do for now. 

 “When we get home you and I can cuddle on the sofa for as long as you want, babe. If you want we can also talk too, or just sit in silence, whatever works best for you. Just take your time and we can work through this together, okay?” She smiled at him again for a moment before turning back to the road.

"Alright..." He replied, trying to manage a smile but dropped it after failing to muster some sort of optimism in the moment. He broke off bits of his muffin, eating it slowly, and trying to keep his mind off the morning's events until they got back to the house. He consoled himself by thinking of cocooning in blankets on the couch with Lemonade when they got there.

When they arrived home Lemonade grabbed her things and hopped out of the car after unbuckling, ready to just relax at home with him. She yawned and opened the front door, just placing her keys on the coffee table in the living room once she got there. She put her drink on a coaster and sat down with a blanket, waiting for her lover to come by for his cuddles.

After she parked, he did the same, unbuckling and waiting for her to lock the car. Trailing behind her, he placed his half-eaten muffin next to her drink, and left his strawberry drink under a side table. He was worried someone might kick it off the table. At least the muffin would be easier to clean off if it did take a fall. He then took off his jacket and folded it neatly, leaving it on an arm chair to the right of the couch. He sat on the couch, pausing for a moment before moving over to her and curling up next to her. He pulled a little bit of the fuzzy blanket over him, and he rested his head on her shoulder.

She pulled him close and smothered him in her love, really trying to show him that if nothing, he at least had her. “You are so loved, hunny. What he said was nothing but lies and things he just thought about himself.”

He held one of the arms wrapped around him with his hand for a second. He cried desperately, with his voice faltering with each statement, "But he's right! He's not wrong. That's exactly what happened... I ran away... left Reah to deal with it or come find me afterwards at the very least... I never did anything to stop it!" He hugged Lemonade tightly, starting to sob again as he buried his head in her shoulder. 

"It stings, so, so much..."

She let him cry it out for a little, she understood his pain to an extent. “I’m sure Reah forgives you for that, if I called her right now she’d come storming over here and give you a hug. She’s your sister and loves you a lot.” She held him tighter as his crying got worse and made sure he felt safe and protected. 

“Not everyone is good at standing up to people like that, and that’s okay. You’re not weak or a crybaby for running away, he just pushed your buttons for no reason, I would’ve cried too.” She kissed his forehead. “You’ve gone through some crazy stuff in your lifetime and that makes you 1000 times stronger than he will ever be, let alone understand.”

He gave a half-hearted chuckle at her remark about Reah, which was 110% true. She'd make sure Dex felt her love no matter what. He nodded, listening to her words. "I supposed... you are right." She WAS right. But, he still felt so weak. If he was strong, how come this stuff still affected him? He wondered this out loud, rubbing his eyes of the tears that were still escaping and dropping onto their clothes.

“Strong people cry too, you know.” She said, giggling a little. “I’m strong and I cry too at times, its good that you can let out your feelings.” All this skeleton wanted to do was make Dex the happiest man he could be, but someone always had to ruin it. That never stopped her though, she was gonna turn this day around, whether he liked it or not.

He gave her a snort, his teary eyes scrunching from stifling a small laugh. Sniffing some more, he rested in her arms, wanting to fall asleep for a few minutes. "Thanks... love." He told her, finally seeming to break through his loveless state. "Do you mind if I take a small nap? Please, don't let me sleep for more than 30 minutes." Maybe afterwards his mind would dwell on something else for the time being.

“Not at all, go ahead. I’ll wake you up but you better not get mad at me for it.” She said teasingly to him with a smile. “Before you nap, can I get a kiss?” She asked him, pursing her ‘lips’ for a little kissy from him.

He smiled, a genuine one. Not as big as the one from this morning, but it was a good start. "Of course," He told her, answering both her statement and her question. He took one of her hands--which is apparently a tradition for whenever he kisses her--before pressing again her 'lips' and pulling away only a few seconds after because of how flustered he became.

She giggled at how flustered he was, “Sweetheart we’ve been dating for a while, you’re still getting flustered over a smooch?” She gently grabbed his head and gave him a longer kiss, it was much more passionate that the previous ones today. “I love you, but you’re so silly sometimes.”

"I... It's been a while since I kissed you, not the other way around," he countered, as his cheeks' yellow tint died down. "I love you too. Thank you for helping me through this whole mess..."

“No problem, it’s part of my job as your girlfriend. Now sleep, silly.” She giggled and pulled him as close as possible for him to sleep, making sure he was super comfy and warm.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, shifting over and resting his head in her lap, with his legs subtly peaking out from under the blanket. "Kiss me when you wake me up?"

“Mhm, anything for you.” She smiled down at him, placing a hand on his chest-area. She loved this man more than he could ever imagine.

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Café :))))) - 1

Lemonade yawned as she drove into a parking spot in front of the cafe. Dex really wanted them to go to the cafe they had met in for a breakfast date, she agreed but was still a tiny bit sleepy. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, stretching to get the blood flowing in her body. “This was a nice idea, hunny. I’m glad you picked this cafe!” She said with a cheerful smile.

"Yeah!! We haven't been here in quite a while, but I'm glad we're here now!!" He beamed. He unbuckled out of the passenger's seat and stretching a little himself. "C'mon, c'mon!! If we hurry we might be able to get the table where we met!!"

She giggled at his rushing and nodded, “Alright alright!” She gently took his hand and pulled him along to the front doors. She smiled at the hostess and before she could point them a table Lemonade pointed to the table they met at. “Is that one available?” “Why yes it is! Go ahead and sit down while I flag you a waiter.” The monster smiled and she tugged Dex along to the seat. They had kind of a restaurant area and a regular Starbucks-like drink pickup too, it was a funny place to be at. Lemonade gave Dex a small peck on the cheek before they sat own, she loved PDA so this wasn’t uncommon for her

"They got waiters? Last time we were here we went up to the counter... I kinda miss that." He said, his grin faltering a little. "Anyways, what are you getting?" He asked Lemonade, his smile returning.

“What I got last time.” She smiled and leaned against him, her eyes still making contact with his. “What do you want, my dear?”

"U-Uhhh... probably a muffin! Chocolate, with lemonade! Like the last time we were here, yes. I think that was my order..." He muttered, taking on of her hands in his under the table.

She gently squeezed his hand and gave him a nuzzle before the waiter came by, he smiled and handed them both menus. “What would you two like to drink today? The special today is our homemade strawberry lemonade!” 

"I'll have that, thank you! And I think we're ready to order!" The waiter nodded, hastily taking out his notepad and pen. 

“I'll have a chocolate muffin and... add a chocolate croissant to that. You, Lemonade?"

“Caramel latte and a cake pop.” She said to him, rubbing the back of Dex’s hand with her thumb. “Alright! I’ll come back with your things in just a bit!” He smiled and trotted off.

"So, what are we thinking do to after this?" adjured Dex, looking out te large pane window that was on their left, before turning back to her.

“Hmm, maybe we could-” Lemonade was about to offer an idea but before she could finish she was interrupted by a man yelling. “Deadass Dex?! Is that you?” The stranger yelled to him while Lemonade sat there, very confused.  

The monster, tall, dark blue with horns, strutted over to his table. He leaned over on their table, smiling and studying Dex's face. "So it really IS you! Wow, you've come a long, long way. You even got yourself a girl!" He exclaimed, mocking a proud tone while gesturing to Lemonade. "I'm so proud of you! Although from the way it looks you still have the same little scared face as you did... what? Gosh! It's been years!" The longer he went on, the more Dex seemed to get smaller and smaller, sinking into his chair. He gripped Lemonade's hand tightly. He squirmed in this seat, trying so hard to not bolt out the door.

The grip on Dex’s hand slowly grew tighter as Lemonade was losing her patience, she always hated bullies. It reminded her of her little sister, Sweet Tea. That poor baby was bullied so much for things she couldn’t help, and this time it was her LOVER being picked on. Lemonade was thinking of saying the most horrible things to this poor man but decided to just give him a warning. 

She cut him off as he continued to ramble about the “good old days” when him and Dex had “fun”. “Look, I get you’re excited for whatever reason but I need you to go away. Just your presence is upsetting him, so please leave.” She spoke calmly despite her instincts telling her to yell. 

He frowned at her, “Why are you so sensitive? All I said was we had fun together back in school.” He huffed and crossed his arms, acting like he was the victim. “This is why people didn’t like you in school, Dex. You always cried and hid every time someone ‘hurt your feelings.’”

Dex looked like he was about to cry, and he wiped away some stray tears that were starting to roll down his face. He gripped Lemonade's hand tighter, if that was even possible, struggling to stay put and tough it out. Of course, it never worked, but there's always room for improving that. 

 "So, Mr. Deadbeat, where's Reah? You replace her with this chick here? Pity." The horned monster jeered, chuckling to himself. "Or what, maybe she's trying again to cover up all those extra eyes on the front of her face?" That final catcall, as well as insulting his sister, the one he always looked up to, finally made him crack. 

He let go of Lemonade hand and bolted out the door, still being able to veer past any items or people he might've ran into. "Huh. Thought his eyes sucked ass, but apparently he got contacts. If he can even WEAR contacts." Remarked the monster, shrugging.

"Hasn't changed his little run one bit, I see. He was always able to maneuver pass fucking everything, so I guess I'm not that surprised."

Lemonade was beyond shocked at the sheer audacity of this man, what the fuck was his problem? 

She stood up and got right in his face, “I don’t care who the fuck you think you are, but you have no right to speak to him that way. Did you mom not hug you enough as a kid? Do your parents just not love you? Is that it? Because I’m struggling to figure out how someone becomes such a piece of SHIT like you.” She used her hand to push him out of the way before going after her boyfriend, she felt a pit in her stomach. 

She felt terrible for him, he never talked about his school-life and this was definitely why. She ran out of the cafe and looked around for her blue and yellow skeleton.

“Dex? Dex where are you?!” She called out to him worriedly whilst looking around the outside of the restaurant.

Dex turned right, dashing down it while looking to his right for a crevice, an alley, any place where he could hide and just cry it out and recover. Like always. This... This was nothing new. 

So why did it feel like it stung more? 

He slowed down, turning back. He hadn't gone far. His eyes caught onto a darkened gap between some apartment buildings, and he walked into the darkened area. Luckily, it wasn't extremely dark, as it was still around 11 in the morning. 

He took a seat on the blackened tar, grabbing his knees and tucking them in against his chest. He resting his head on them, while slowly rocking back and forth slightly. He just solemnly let his tears flow, as his breathing came out in hitched puffs. Other than that, nil.

She eventually found him after looking for a while, she knew him well enough to know that if this happens he likes to be somewhere dark and hidden. She slowly approached him and kneeled down, “Dex? Sweetheart are you alright?” She reached out to rub his shoulder for comfort.

He shifted a little, but not much. "Y-Yeah. I'm fine, just g-give me a moment..." He flinched a little at the touch, but he immediately regretted it and hoped she didn't remove her hand.

Lemonade slowly pulled him into a hug and kissed his forehead, whispering sweet nothings to him. She was so caring and loving towards him so she hated seeing him like this. She scooped him more into her lap as she held him, she was being very comforting today.

He was still semi-curled up, but his head was under hers, along with his knees still bent a little less than it was earlier. The tears still flowed freely, trickling down his chin and seeping into his shirt. He simply nodded half-heartedly to the things Lemonade said. He truly appreciated them, he really did, but it felt like deja vu- hearing these words. Reah probably told him at least... some of these things before. He didn't mind hearing them, but for the most part just wanted to stay in her arms for the time being.