#“Maybe you guys feel like you can treat your moms like crap” “you guys” meaning my generation

[fastleopard1521]

my mom said she’d rather be on a work trip or anywhere away from me than be with me at home

[tonberry-yoda]

Josuke Fluff Alphabet

requested by: anon

based on this post

A CTIVITIES - WHAT DO THEY LIKE TO DO WITH THEIR S/O? HOW DO THEY SPEND THEIR FREE TIME WITH THEM?

He's an adventurous and goofy guy, so I feel like he's got two ways that he enjoys hanging out with you. One would be just finding new places. By that I mean he would literally just take you to random places in Morioh and you would always find something new every single time. Next would be just hanging out at home or getting food. He likes video games so he definitely wouldn't mind having a player two and just eating junkfood before cuddling on his bed and having his mom wake you guys up yelling for you to get out lolol

B EAUTY - WHAT DO THEY ADMIRE ABOUT THEIR S/O? WHAT DO THEY THINK IS BEAUTIFUL ABOUT THEM?

Omg everything lolol. But what struck him first was not your looks but your personality. He heard you make one joke and nearly lost it lol. Like he was so attracted to who you were as a person that when he really got to know you by your looks, he fell head over heels

C OMFORT - HOW WOULD THEY HELP THEIR S/O WHEN THEY FEEL DOWN/HAVE A PANIC ATTACK ETC.?

Even though this guy can have his fair share of anger issues, we have seen more than once how level headed this guy can be. He can sense emotions on others and know when to help them but also when to leave them alone. Feel free to tell this man how you would prefer to be comforted early in the relationship because he will treat you exactly how you prefer to be treated. He wants more than anything to help you the way you need it! Also, he will more than likely get you a teddy bear <3

D REAMS - HOW DO THEY PICTURE THEIR FUTURE WITH THEIR S/O?

I feel like one of his dreams is to travel the world, so to do that with you would mean the world. He wants to know more about the Joestar family too, so I think he would want to meet people like Jolyne and maybe even Giorno when he hears about him, so you two end up going to a lot of places together. But yeah I feel like for him traveling the world with someone he loves would honestly be his everything <3

E QUAL - ARE THEY THE DOMINANT ONE IN THE RELATIONSHIP, OR RATHER PASSIVE?

I feel like you both are very equal! Not one of you is more dominant than the other, but one can take the leader role when the other is feeling down. You help charge each other's batteries as to not tire yourselves and it's honestly amazing

F IGHT - WOULD THEY BE EASY TO FORGIVE THEIR S/O? HOW ARE THEY FIGHTING?

Okay, this might be Josuke's weak point tbh. This man has anger issues, we've seen how he reacts to his hair lol. Now, he doesn't get angry at you often, pretty much almost never! But when you do fight, he gets this ego where he feels like he's right. This can cause you guys to fall out for a couple of days and it sucks. But after a while, he does come around and he apologizes first and IMMEDIATELY forgives you when you apologize. This doesn't happen often, but when it does, it kinda sucks for sure

G RATITUDE - HOW GRATEFUL ARE THEY IN GENERAL? ARE THEY AWARE OF WHAT THEIR S/O IS DOING FOR THEM?

You two are a team constantly working together and Josuke never fails to notice this <3 He knows how hard working you are and how much you do for him to make him happy. He will show his gratitude through words and acts of service I think. But more than anything, he is grateful to you because you not only bring him so much happiness but a lot of fun too <3

H ONESTY - DO THEY HAVE SECRETS THEY HIDE FROM THEIR S/O? OR DO THEY SHARE EVERYTHING?

Nope. He will NEVER hide anything from you. He doesn't give a crap if you look through his stuff either, not that you will, but he really wouldn't care. He is SUPER loyal and will even tell you tmi stuff LMFAOOO. You're like Josuke I didn't need to know that and he'll just be like, we're partners, aren't I supposed to tell you everything?!?!?

I NSPIRATION - DID THEIR S/O CHANGE THEM SOMEHOW, OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND? LIKE TRYING OUT NEW THINGS OR HELPED THEM OVERCOME PERSONAL PROBLEMS?

Honestly, you didn't change him much. He never stopped being the goofy guy you met and that's a good thing! He didn't feel like he needed to change for you and he didn't want to make you feel like you had to change for him. You two have gotten through a lot together and every day you inspire him to wake up the next morning with something to smile about <3

J EALOUSY - DO THEY GET JEALOUS EASILY? HOW DO THEY DEAL WITH IT?

He can, yes. lol. He thinks you are the most beautiful person in the world and know that other people may think that, which can make him a little insecure, so when he sees you talking with other people sometimes he will get a little down in the dumps. Just remind him how much you love him with a kiss on the cheek two minutes later and he is right back to being Josuke!

K ISS - ARE THEY A GOOD KISSER? WHAT WAS THE FIRST KISS LIKE?

OMG YES! Have you seen those lips????? Like mans knows how to kiss frfr. He will hold you by your back and pull you close before smiling into the most perfect kiss in the world every single time. How does he do it??? We may never know. The first kiss though was great! You two were on one of your adventures when you started dating and in the middle of the woods or something he just pulled you close and told you how much he liked you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You had to be the one to pull him down by his collar for the real kiss tho lolol

L OVE CONFESSION - HOW WOULD THEY CONFESS TO THEIR S/O?

He told you in a library LMFAO. You were studying or something and Okuyasu just told Josuke to go for it. He sat down next to you and whispered, "Hey, you're pretty cute... would you mind getting a coffee or boba sometime?" How could you say no to that?

M ARRIAGE - DO THEY WANT TO GET MARRIED? HOW DO THEY PROPOSE? WHAT WOULD THE MARRIAGE BE LIKE?

I think he likes the idea, but he doesn't want to rush. I feel like it would take him a really long time to propose. Not because he doesn't love you because he loves you so so so so much but because it just took him a little. He didn't want to rush into anything and really just enjoyed what you both have had for a long time, so rushing into marriage just wasn't on his mind. He would need to talk to you first and then expect the cutest backyard proposal and smallest, but most meaningful wedding ever <3

N ICKNAMES - WHAT DO THEY CALL THEIR S/O?

Goober. We all know he would LMFAO. And sometimes cheesy names too like honey or cupcake, but those are rare. Get used to goober lol

O N CLOUD NINE - WHAT ARE THEY LIKE WHEN THEY ARE IN LOVE? IS IT OBVIOUS FOR OTHERS? HOW DO THEY EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS?

GOO GOO EYES ALL THE TIME. This man cannot keep his lovey eyes off of you and just swoon. What a cutie lol. It is VERY obvious to others lolol He would express his feelings through words a lot and also through acts of service <3

P DA - ARE THEY UPFRONT ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP? DO THEY BRAG WITH THEIR S/O IN FRONT OF OTHERS? OR ARE THEY RATHER SHY TO KISS ETC. WHEN OTHERS ARE WATCHING?

He honestly doesn't mind PDA. He won't be like making out or anything, but he loves hugs, hand holding, and little kisses and doesn't mind if you're out in public! He would definitely brag about you, but not like an object, just be so happy that he has the best partner in the world that he loves so so much

Q UIRK - SOME RANDOM ABILITY THEY HAVE THAT’S BENEFICIAL IN A RELATIONSHIP.

Humor. He will never be a boring partner, so that you can expect! He tries his hardest to be entertaining, fun, and a good partner!

R OMANCE - HOW ROMANTIC ARE THEY? WHAT WOULD THEY DO TO MAKE THEIR S/O HAPPY? CLICHÉ OR RATHER CREATIVE?

I feel like he's more creative, but doesn't mind a cheesy dinner or something. I think you both would have a jar of fun dates and pick out of it every weekend lol.

S UPPORT - ARE THEY HELPING THEIR S/O ACHIEVE THEIR GOALS? DO THEY BELIEVE IN THEM?

Oh hell yeah!! He is your number one supporter, especially if you hadn't had anyone in your life be a support line! He will help you however he can and believes in you more than anyone!! He knows you so well that whatever you want can be done and he will be there cheering you on!!!

T HRILL - DO THEY NEED TO TRY OUT NEW THINGS TO SPICE OUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP? OR DO THEY PREFER A CERTAIN ROUTINE?

No actually. He really likes having goofy things to do, but doesn't to make your relationship exhausting. He never wants to feel like dates are a chore or anything, so you do have a routine somedays. He wants those fun dates for sure, but those can be rare and way more fun that way!!

U NDERSTANDING - HOW GOOD DO THEY KNOW THEIR PARTNER? ARE THEY EMPATHETIC?

He knows you better than anyone. He is so easy to open up to and such a good listener that you trust him so so much. He cares for you and will let you take your time with things. He is super empathetic, so know that he will forever be behind you with a smile helping you out best he can :)

V ALUE - HOW IMPORTANT IS THE RELATIONSHIP TO THEM? WHAT IS IT’S WORTH IN COMPARISON TO OTHER THINGS IN THEIR LIFE?

You mean the world to him, so without you, he would feel a little empty. Sure, he has great family and amazing friends, but you were his last missing piece and you filled it! If you were gone, that would eat him up a bit. You're equal to friends and family though, just because he loves them all so so much, but since that is so important to him, that's everything <3

W ILD CARD - A RANDOM FLUFF HEADCANON.

He sleeps on his tummy and when you wake him up with kisses, he is so warm and always has the cutest smile on his face when you wake him up <3

X OXO - ARE THEY VERY AFFECTIONATE? DO THEY LOVE TO KISS AND CUDDLE?

YESSSSS!! He loves cuddles and kisses! It makes him feel like a lil baby and he can't help but giggle when you two have super fluff moments like that <3

Y EARNING - HOW WILL THEY COPE WHEN THEY’RE MISSING THEIR PARTNER?

He gets really pouty and again, feels like a piece is missing. He will call you every day if he is able to and just check in! But yeah, he gets really pouty and pissy lol

Z EAL - ARE THEY WILLING TO GO TO GREAT LENGHTS FOR THE RELATIONSHIP? IF SO, WHAT KIND OF?

If need be, yes. He will protect you in any way he can ESPECIALLY if it's related to a stand of sometime. He is willing to protect and be there for you at all costs, but won't if he doesn't need to. He would prefer to have a cute fluff relationship and doesn't want to press it if he doesn't have to.

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[purplerose244]

Watched the ninth episode of LEGO DreamZzz: LOVED IT!

So, I might be crazy, but I think I saw a video on Youtube saying that... there are episodes after the tenth? Like another set of ten episodes? Is this for real? I'D BE VERY HAPPY IF IT WAS BUT I'M NOT SURE IF IT'S TRUE 🥹

Edit: NEW EPISODES INCOMING SOON I'M SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAAA- 😍😍😍😍😍

I'm curious on how the finale will play out, I'm pretty confident Logan will do something stupid as it is basically his meme at this point, as for the rest do we have enought time to meet the Sandman at this point?

GOTTA SEE TO FIND OUT!

SHORT SHEEPED

Alright, my guess is that the title is a play on words with the fact that it's sheep week... but I can't tell what it is so I guess I'll move on 😅

Wait

WAIT

OMG I'M SO STUPID THE SHEEPS ARE BECAUSE OF THE DREAMS

I was wondering why choosing this animal, lol, and the Wolves are the enemies so yeah that makes sense 😂

Back to Logan making very questionable choices, including breaking in!

He might actually have less self esteem than Mateo at this point, which is a pretty low bar if I may say. While Teo is getting more confidence, it looks like Logan is losing it, interesting parallel

LOGAN WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS 😱😱

Also I just noticed that Lance got Kai's LEGO hair model, kinda funny seeing this with Vincent's new character

No I will not stop talking about Vincent Tong I love him and he deserves it ❤️

Not sorry

I don't think I'll get over having the Nightmare King going bro or dude 🤣

Aaaand the boy got taken

AAAAND BEFORE THE MATCH LOGAN YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT AT ANY OTHER GIVEN TIME WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE NOW 😱😱😱😱

I think Logan improved some, I scream at him mostly because he's a doofus that needs some judgement

Maybe that's why he hangs with Cooper lol

Yooo look at Coop not taking any more of Logan's crap, I'd say he's forgiven a gargantuan amount of flaws in that guy so it makes sense for him to be at his tipping point at last 🤷🏻‍♀️

Wait wait WAIT did he say "at the Hamptons with his moms"? Like a couple of moms? I don't wanna read this wrong and maybe it's mom's for some reason, but if it was it would be AWESOME 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

WAIT ARE WE INVITING ZOEY IN?? PLEASE SAY YES 😍😍

Izzie got powers beyond our imagination, and I don't know if I wanna know what she said to the coach 😂

Pff Z is just there eating chips

WHY DID YOU THROW THE BALL AT Z BLOB I LAUGHED AT THAT SCENE FOR AN HOUR WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME LOOK AT THAT SLIME 😂💚😂💚

Heeeeeyyyyy Zoey!

After hearing that bit of backstory I feel sorry for her, but I agree with Mateo, she should do something other that plan revenge all night 😅

Aaaand she got offended. Plan was good Mateo, I was on board

BACK TO LOGAN'S VERY NOT GOOD DAY

I mean, we knew Lunia's hourglass was broken, I don't know why they thought it would work just like that

I just realized that the Night Hunter's VA is Alessandro Juliani, and I'm still amazed by this guy because he is seemingless! I can never recognize him on my own, he blends with his characters so well it's so cool 💚💚

TEO IS SO SWEET I SWEAR 😭😭 I like that at first it seemed like him and Zoey had nothing in common, but in fact they both have problems with people

ZOEY IS NOT TAKING ANY CRAP AND SHE'S OFFICIAL ON THE TEAM 😍😍😍

I love this sassy girl so much

DUDE LOGAN YOU LOOK ADORABLE WITHOUT YOUR HAT 😍

Huh, I... huh. I did not expect Logan to actually befriend one of those creatures, but I think it has a nice sense to it. If there is someone treating the whole dream situation chaotically, it has to be him

Aaaand they're gonna use that against him. Great 😰 Also do all creatures form the Dream World like chips?

Yeah, sorry Teo, but if you wanna be the protagonist you gotta learn how to make inspiring speech during difficult times. That's just the rule 🤷🏻‍♀️

Logan is still looking for ways to dream craft, huh? Poor guy just wants to be part of the team... he has a bit of a confused perception of how to be a team player, granted, but poor Logs 😅

Nuuuu don't make Logan fight his new friend, why?? Is crafting without a hourglass even useful, like, it's possible and we saw it but I don't really know to which extent it can be brought without hourglass

... that's actually an interesting thought 🤔

NEVER MIND THAT SOCCER FIGHT SOCCER FIGHT

Cooper is the goal keeper then?

Why are these kids playing dirty and why does it make sense this is middle school?

YOOOOO LOGAN TURNED INTO A LITTLE BLUE CREATURES WHAT THE HECK IS THAT WHAT HE WAS TURNING INTO THE OTHER TIMES HE WENT BLUE?!?!

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

YOU DID NOT PUT ZOEY DOWN 😡😡😡

Yeeeee, that's it Mateo! That's how you inspire people! 😍 Of course he got mad after they went after Zoey 💕

THE FLIPPING CHICKEN 😂😂😂 Mah boy here is creative everywhere

LOGAN IS KILLIN IT, LOOK AT HIM GO

TEO MADE A GOAL!!!!!!!! MY BABY MADE IT YES!!!!!!!! I LOVE THESE KIDS SO MUCH YOU GUYS MADE IT!!!!!!!!! 💚🩷❤️💜

AAAAAAAAAAA LOOK AT THOSE HUGS OMG AAAAAAAA 😍🥰🥰🥰😍🥰🥰😍😍😍🥰🥰😍🥰😍🥰 You don't understand, I LOVE LEGO hugs for whatever reason! Cooper hugged Izzie and made her swirl!! 😍😍😍😍 ZOEY PICKED UP MATEO!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Zoey is a strong girl, Mateo got great taste

Aww, Logan gave up on the power! Good on him... after making a HUGE mess, but baby steps as always 😅

Oh yeah you guys should head to where Logan is, only to tell him you won... no other reason other than celebrating... no reason at all... did I say no reason?

Okay maybe one reason

So the finale is saving Logan? I mean, they're pretty good at saving people, I'd say it can end pretty well! 💪💪

LOOKING FORWARD TO THE (possibly) LAST EPISODE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL SHOW 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

[the-cult-of-russo]

gotta know how u think billy would be as a dad with his kids :D

I had so many requests for Dad!Billy headcanons 😭

I hope you're ready for this chaotic ramble.

Please remember this is my Billy I'm writing

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You know those parents who take like a million pictures of their kid and show them to everyone? The kind that talks about their kid nonstop to anyone who'll listen? Their family, friends, the poor random old lady at the store that just wants to buy some damn milk.

That's Billy.

He's such an unbelievably proud parent, his pride for his kids knows no bounds. It doesn't even need to be some kind of milestone worth celebrating, everything his kid does makes him proud. You better believe when his baby has an explosive crap and ruins their clothes, he's boasting about it the next day to Frank and the guys at Anvil.

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He's incredibly protective. Murder is a possibility if his kids in danger. He wants nothing more than to keep his kids safe. If they're being bullied, it takes all of his willpower to stop himself from kicking the kids ass for doing that to his kid. He's not above picking a fight with the bullies dad though if they don't get their little shit head in check and also making it known to the principle that this shit won't fly with him.

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"Mr Russo, I don't think you understand how serious this is. Your son broke a kids nose," the principle mutters with a glare.

Billy tilts his head, regarding the teacher with those unsettling eyes that has the old man squirming in his seat.

"You’re damn right he did," Billy replies seriously, a proud tone to his voice. His dark eyes cut to his left where his son is, practically his double. As Billy smirks, unable to help himself, his son wears the same one although he's lowering his head to hide his amusement.

"We don't tolerate that behaviour here, Mr Russo," the principle huffs. Billy's eyes harden then as his eyes narrow, sitting forward in his chair just the right amount to be imposing. The second the man leans back he knows it worked.

"You know what I don't tolerate? My kid bein' bullied. You assholes won't do shit to stop it, so I say let the little fucker get a taste of his own medicine. Serves him right for messin' with a Russo," he smirks wickedly.

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He teaches them self defence, wanting them to be able to look after themselves if it ever came down to it. Naturally, for their 16th birthday, they're gifted with a big ass knife.

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Billy as a dad is so stupidly soft.

We all remember the scene from the show, right? Where he's in the hospital with his mom and he says;

"Maybe you did me a solid, you know? I mean, the way I see it, you want weak kids, give 'em everything. But if you... if you want 'em strong... treat 'em hard."

When he has a kid of his own he realises just what utter garbage this is. The idea of all the shit he's been through making him into the tough son of a bitch he is today is born from trauma that he still hasn't dealt with. The way his brain tries to rationalise what he went though. To make it make sense instead of it being so goddamn senseless.

But if he's honest, more than he'd like to admit, he finds himself wondering just what his life would have been like if he grew up in a loving home. What it would be like to feel wanted and cared for. To rise to the top being helped and cheered on by others instead of clawing his way there with bloodied and dirty fingers, the weight of the world bearing down on him as he's beat down at every turn.

He never wants his kids to feel that way. Not even a fraction of how unloved and unwanted he felt. He does everything in his power to make sure they know just how much he cares about them. There's literally nothing he wouldn't do for his kids. They could turn up at home one day and confess to a murder and Billy wouldn't hesitate to ask where the body is so he can handle it for them.

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Billy is ridiculously sentimental when it comes to his kids. Drawings go up on the fridge and when a new one takes its place, the old one goes into a box of many others that he can't seem to ever throw away. He has multiple pictures of his kids at his office, even some framed cute drawings they did for him. He's kept all the mementos from the pregnancy, birth and onwards. They're his little treasures.

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Billy is super supportive of everything his kids do. He makes sure they get a good education but he never pushes them to do something they don't want to do. Despite the large college fund he's got for them, if they choose not to go to college, he doesn't pressure them. Instead, whatever hopes and dreams they have, he does everything in his power to support and help them. Whether that's moral and emotional support, money or even breaking a few jaws of people standing in their way.

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Let's look a little bit at how he is throughout some of the ages of his kid.

Billy with a baby is a sight to behold. No one has ever seen Lieutenant William Russo so goddamn soft. Once he's got hold of his baby, you've got no chance of getting them back off him. You'd have to fight him. He adores holding his little one close, soaking them in. He's constantly holding them no matter what he's doing and baby carriers and wraps are a godsend to him. You'd heard about them from a friend and told Billy and you better believe by the time the baby's born that he's an expert on all things baby wearing. He's a perfectionist and carrying a baby wrong can be dangerous. He makes sure he knows how to do it right.

Just as he has little affectionate touches for you, he has the same for his baby. His large hand stroking their tiny head and little hair. His finger stroking their chubby little cheek. He's a tactile person and touch is grounding for him. It soothes him to do so with his baby and reassures him they're really there and that they're okay.

He's super attentive. Of course he works a lot but as soon as he becomes a dad, he doesn't stay late anymore and makes sure to have days off. The second he comes home, he's making a beeline for his baby, scooping them up with a grin. He loves to read to them, something that continues as they grow up. His weekends used to be restful or if he was feeling like a masochist, he'd work from home. But now weekends are his time to shine. By the time you wake up on a Saturday morning, he's already up with the baby, making you breakfast as he's got the baby attached to him via baby carrier.

As his baby grows into a toddler, each milestone makes him tearful and full of pride. He kisses any booboos that happen and he's constantly playing with his child. He has a pretty silly side to him that most don't get to see. Making his kid laugh and smile brings him the greatest joy.

He loves taking his toddler to the office with him. Everyone dotes on his kid and treats them like royalty.

When they turn into a small child, he watches with a proud smile and amusement as his kid wants to fight with his men, watching them 'beat' the shit out of them. The guys at Anvil are more than happy to very dramatically go down, and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree when the tiny Russo grins smugly at their 'win'.

Their first day at school and Billy's a mess. It's such a turning point and he doesn't know how to deal with how fast their growing up. But every achievement at school, even minor ones, and he's showering them with praise.

He encourages them to work hard and as soft as he might be, he is still the boss. He makes sure they do their homework and don't fall behind on their studies.

One thing Billy loves is teaching his kids stuff. Whether that's mundane stuff to help with school or teaching them shit he knows like survivalist things, because you can never be too prepared, right? He loves helping them with school projects and answering any questions they might have about one of the many things he's knowledgeable about.

When his kids moves onto those hard teenage years, the ones where everything feels so dramatic and world ending, he's a little tougher when it calls for it. Billy is no novice to rebellion, he has a rebellious streak of his own and marches to the beat of his own drum half the time. He respects that. What he doesn't respect or tolerate is behaviour that's going to fuck his kid over in the long run or self sabotage. He will be firm and a hard ass if he needs to be to keep his kids on a path where they don't get hurt or ruin their life.

Billy has a zero tolerance policy on drugs. After the shit with his mother, he won't budge on this. If he finds out his kid is dabbling in drugs, they're grounded until they're old enough to move out.

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No matter what age his kids are, Billy loves them immensely. He wants to be the father he wished he'd had growing up and he pours all of his anguish and pain from his upbringing into it. Channeling it into the purest form of love for his kids. To break the curse that had hold of him. He won't perpetuate the cycle.

Being a father brings him a sense of completeness and peace he didn't think was possible for him to achieve. It fills the void that's been eating away at his soul from his lack of love as a child and he loves every second of being a parent. Even the hard moments.

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Bonus:

The Russo's and the Castle's go on monthly camping trips together. Billy loves the outdoors, the mild survivalist feelings he gets from it without the real danger. He loves taking his kids there, teaching them everything. In his role as dad and uncle, he sits around the camp fire at night, the light of the flames dancing along his face as he very theatrically tells the kids a spooky story.

You and his kids are his immediate family but the Castle's are his family too. So he really loves it when you all get to spend time together like that.

[rrasado]

May I request a head canon of first years dealing with a mother hen yuu? How do they initially react to it and how will they treat yuu forward on if this behavior continues on?

Motherly Affections

AGAOKWJS THIS REQUEST IS SO FLUFFY I LOVE IT ISKWMA- as a mom friend myself to a uh- a whole class I really enjoyed writing this, hopefully y’all enjoy this one n.n

When you’re a mother hen:

Honestly, he found your behavior annoying at first, he didn’t like being pulled back from his schemes or whatever.

You were just- the opposite of his big bro! He’d teach him how to do a lot of useful stuff for life and here you were countering it with your own moral compass as a chancla.

Yet at the same time he...finds comfort in your care from time to time, because as much as he found it annoying to an extent, he also finds comfort in the fact that someone cares for them enough to be patient with their antics. Not everyone really cared for troublemakers so...

Learns to make light of your dynamic, hey if you’re the squad’s mom then who’s the dad- then you proceed to lecture him but hey it was worth it, after all he got to push your buttons from time to time when you’re not busy lecturing them.

“Oi you’ll age faster if you keep furrowing your brows like that mom-“

In conclusion, it’s honestly a love hate relationship for him, but he’ll learn to take the good with the bad, you are after all the glue to all the crap they pull and break.

No surprise here but, you remind him a lot of his own mom. Just the way you baby them all gives him a sense of nostalgia.

But along with this he wondered, were you feeling the same way as his mom did? Were you two just really wanting what’s best for ruffians such as himself? It oddly felt comforting to him knowing that people will still care for others beyond blood.

That was the kind of solidarity he wished to have back in his delinquent days, joining gangs was something he thought would be his ticket to a good comradeship but you and his own mom proved him otherwise.

Learns to just go with it, overtime he’ll realize just how much he actually appreciated your maternal acts towards him and the group, because in an environment where most are at a fickle stage, a mediator like you is in called for.

“Are you ok tho? Maybe you should take it easy for a while...”

It sounds suspicious at first especially after what he and Ace had accidentally done but he means well, because if there’s anything he learned from his mother it’s that caring for others can be just as if not even more exhausting than other jobs. He offers his shoulder to lean on just like how you offer to be a pillar of rest for him and the rest.

Oh so that explains a lot- so from a pack of Cubs you manually carry them out of harm’s way huh..is this why you were so adamant on helping the adeuce duo into getting out of that octavinelle fiasco?

Jack actually admires you a lot for what you’re doing, initially it came off as skeptical because if there’s one thing he’s learned growing up with multiple people, it’s that genuine concern is rare.

But the more you and the first year gang spent time together the more he deems you with a golden heart and is honestly happy that there’s one more person that’s at the very least reliable and heck voluntary when it comes to snatching them out of trouble.

Even more so he tries to help you in any way he can without being the problem himself. At some point t Ace joked about jack being the dad but deuce rebutted with jack being the oldest child or something- he’d dismiss these antics as best as he can but he had to admit, even he was wondering what’s his role in all this

“Hey, how are you tho? You should take care of yourself as well...”

Overall, he learns to work with the dynamic, as he knows this type of genuinity is rare so he’ll do his best to support it. After all as an older sibling to his brother and sister, he’d wanna keep themselves safe in this twisted world.

He’s...a tender mix between Ace and deuce- initially he found you overbearing, why the hell fuss over something so small and insignificant? Why not let him just do what he deems ok? What are you Vil 2.0?

But as someone who was raised and surrounded by aged people, it oddly brings him a sense of familiarity, especially when you fuss over him over something like his behavior during certain events.

If you bring them towels during magift practice or even prepare special energy drinks (that surprisingly Vil approves). He’ll come into awe at your diligence even more.

And unlike Ace he goes from annoyed to voluntarily receiving, sometimes uses your doting nature as leverage against annoying guys at school. Besides as much as of a mom friend you are you take the best of both worlds.

“Hah! I bet y’all can’t handle them coming at you huh-“ “Epel that’s enough”

Part of the bonked squad during situations but oh well at least those pesky guys won’t bother him for a good while.

Initially as always, thinks it’s ridiculous especially considering how he denies being close with the gang and you but the student body says otherwise. He does after all spend time with you all because Lilia tells him to and that the he already has the young master covered.

Frankly it felt...both off and familiar to him, on one hand hey his mom was like that but on the other hand you...actually go out of your way to tend to him and the others despite not coming from this world and by extension not being of Blood with them.

As someone who has closely observed a dynasty type of family from his Waka sama. Unrelated doting just feels really foreign to him. He himself regards blood as something important and sacred. So when you do it so easily and daily to them, a bunch of ruffians in a big school. He finds himself in utter confusion.

Which then ultimately turns into secret admiration. Because he’ll never admit it out loud but he holds respect for you, your efforts are very admirable to the point he deems them condemnable.

“Human! Don’t mind those insolent fools you shouldn’t waste precious time and effort on such!”

The few times he tries to help it just...comes off as offensive for the others, so it’s your job to gently teach him how to care for others without degrading the rest. And he’s surprisingly willing, after all this might help him in his duties to the young master!

[sincerelyella]

My Person (Liam x MC)

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Song Inspiration: My Person by Spencer Crandall

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella) Summary: A one shot of my favorite couple - it’s Liam and Ella’s anniversary and there are big plans in store.

A/N: Okay, I’m gonna be very honest, I am super nervous about posting again. I wrote this maybe last week and kind of finished it earlier today. Thank you to those that I vented to about actually posting my stories, not sure why I feel really sick right now. New blog name (used to be @callmeellabella), new post LOL and I didn’t really know who to tag since it’s been a long time so I’m using my old list. Please let me know if you want off.

A/N2: Participating in @wackydrabbles​ this week. Prompt will be in bold.

Thank you @alyssalauren​ and @ofpixelsandscribbles​ for reading through this for me and kind of handing me that invisible paper bag for me to breathe in. Love y'all!

Warnings: Fluffs. A lot of fluffs.

Words: 1658

Isaiah and Noelle grinned as they filmed their parents in the seat in front of them, holding hands. After 15 years of marriage, Liam and Ella were the epitome of the best partners to each other and parents to their children. There were rough times, of course, you can’t escape those, but the King and Queen handled things in stride.

Noelle’s eyes filled with tears when she watched her dad lift her mom’s hand to his mouth and kiss her knuckles. The way he looked at Ella, like she was the only woman in the world, made Noelle have very high standards for a future partner for herself.

Isaiah grew up knowing how you were supposed to treat a woman, and it was all modeled from how his dad treated his mom. At 15 years old, he grew up in the public eye, but thankfully, his parents allowed him to have a normal childhood. The only time there was mention of royalty was a gala or a ball held at the palace; his Uncle Leo, Max, and Drake as well as his Aunt Olivia and parents all dressed up.

It was their parent’s anniversary that day and Liam had planned a family dinner, just the four of them.

One week ago

“Hey guys,” Liam smiled as he watched his kids sitting at the kitchen island doing homework.

“Hey, dad.” “Hi, daddy.”

Liam hung his keys on the wall by the door and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Next week is mine and your mother’s anniversary.”

Noelle and Isaiah stopped what they were doing and met their father’s gaze.

“I … was hoping you could help me with something,” his brows rounded as he stared at them.

“Sure, what did you need?” Noelle asked.

Isaiah chewed his bottom lip. “No pranks though, right dad?”

Liam chuckled, remembering that anniversary and how it went … so wrong. “No, son. No pranks. Plus, your Uncle Maxwell is not invited until later.”

Present-day

“Guys, we’re here,” Liam turned to Noelle and Isaiah and widened his eyes at them, the two nodding back with small smiles. Ella missed the entire silent exchange as she climbed out of the black SUV after Bastien opened her door.

Everyone piled into the restaurant, all of them laughed and cried as the kids asked for a cake to be presented to their parents to celebrate their special day.

“How beautiful,” Ella wiped her tears away as she gazed at the red velvet bundt cake covered in cream cheese frosting. “Was this your doing?” She turned to her husband as he smiled.

“No, love, that was them,” he gestured towards Noelle and Isaiah.

“Thank you,” she used a tissue to dab at both her eyes.

“Fifteen years is a long time to be married, ma,” Isaiah dimpled as he looked from his mom to his dad. “Now hurry up and eat it so that we can have a piece!”

The family laughed and dug into the cake. An hour later, they slowly stood from the table, grumbling about how full they were.

“Oh God, why didn’t you stop me?” Isaiah smacked his sister in the arm.

Noelle glared at her brother and punched him in the arm. “It’s not my fault you ate like you never saw food before.”

“Why did you say that?” Isaiah whined.

Liam and Ella walked behind their children, smirking at each other.

“They’re so dramatic,” Ella snorted.

“Wonder who they got that from?” Liam arched a brow at his wife.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Your Majesty.”

“Love,” Liam waited until she turned to look at him. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Where? What is it?”

“Come on,” he tugged on her hand and led her out of the restaurant and into the waiting SUV.

“Where are we going?”

“Ma, just wait, we’ll get there in a minute,” Noelle giggled in the back seat.

“You guys know too?” Ella looked from her son to her daughter and back again. “Liam?”

“Just relax, love, we’ll be there soon,” he squeezed her hand and laughed as her nose wrinkled in annoyance.

A few minutes later, Bastien turned into a small, private area for vehicles to park. “We’re here,” he said and turned to smirk at Ella. “Your Majesty, we’re going to blindfold you.”

“You’re … what?!”

Isaiah cackled as he leaned forward to wrap a scarf around his mother’s eyes.

“That’s blocking my nose,” Ella complained. “I can’t breathe.”

“You can breathe out of your mouth.”

“Isaiah Alexander,” she said sternly and he jumped.

“Sorry mom,” he mumbled as he fixed the scarf so it only covered her eyes.

“Okay,” Liam opened the door to her side of the SUV. “Come on, love, I’m carrying you to our destination.”

Ella let out a long sigh and reached up to feel her husband’s neck. She allowed him to carry her bridal style to … wherever they were going. When her family got like this it was usually because of her husband, who loved to take her places to surprise her. She didn’t mind, honestly, but it was annoying when everyone was in on it except for her.

“We’re almost there, love, I promise,” she felt Liam kiss the top of her head and she snuggled into his shoulder.

“Hey, I got a picture from Uncle Max!” Noelle opened the message and gasped.

Isaiah reached for his sister’s phone. “Is it another picture of him and his peacock Lady and the Tramping some spaghetti?”

Everyone began to laugh.

“I can’t believe that damn thing didn’t peck his eye out,” Ella snorted.

“That thing still scares the crap out of me,” Noelle said as her fingers flew over the keys. 

“We’re here,” Liam smiled as he began to step down onto the large rocks towards the private beach.

“Don’t drop me, Liam,” Ella said as she lifted her nose to the air. “I smell the ocean.” She felt her husband lower her to the ground. “What now? I’m still wearing this.”

A moment of silence and some giggling in the distance made Ella furrow her brows.

“Okay, take off the scarf, love.”

Ella quickly undid the knot and opened her eyes; she faced the ocean. “Liam, what-”

“Turn around.”

As she did, she saw her husband on one knee, her children behind him in the distance carrying an old 1989 boombox, the song My Person by Spencer Crandall playing.

I was lookin' for a long time

I never found nobody like you

I got your name, got your number

And we talked 'til they turned on the lights

“A boombox?”

Liam smirked. “You made me watch Sixteen Candles.”

“Oh yeah,” she chuckled. “Liam,” Ella had tears streaming down her face and she wiped them away quickly. “Wh-what is this?”

He took hold of her free hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Love, it’s our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We married that long ago.”

She nodded, the lump on her throat making it difficult for her to speak.

“But we were together before that,” he smiled up at her. “I met you and I was done for, I haven't looked at anyone else since. You came to my social season, I chose you, we were engaged for a year, and then here we are.”

My person

My heartbeat

My slow dance

My Sunday-morning-sippin'-on-coffee in bed

My know-when-you-know best friend

“You’re my person,” Liam bit his bottom lip to control his emotions. “You and the kids are my everything, and you know I’d give all this up for you if you asked.”

“We don’t want that though!” Noelle yelled and they all laughed.

“Ella Brooks Rys, I wanted to ask you if you would remarry me,” he reached into his pocket, pulled out a black velvet box, and opened it. “Renew our vows and our commitment to each other.”

The box held three rings, an emerald-shaped, 6-carat diamond solitaire in the middle, and one plain platinum band on each side of it. One was engraved with Isaiah Alexander and the other with Noelle Marie.

“Of course,” Ella choked out as Liam smiled and the kids jumped up and down.

My saving grace, my everything

I’ve never been more sure that you’re my person

Every minute is a long time

If I ain’t holding on to you

Liam pushed all three rings onto her finger. “You ready, Mrs. Rys?”

“I am, Mr. Rys,” she pulled her husband to her and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Ew, gross!” “Stop! This is not part of the plan!”

“Congratulations!”

Ella was surprised by that last one and turned towards the sound. All of their friends and family were there on the beach, smiling at them.

“What are-”

“You guys are renewing your vows!” Leo hollered and lifted a bottle of champagne in the air. “Let’s get this going so we can get druuuunk!”

“Leo!” Liam snapped at his brother.

“I mean, I’m ready when you are.”

Hana and Olivia rushed towards Ella and hugged her. “Were you surprised?”

“I was,” Ella sniffled. “You guys all knew?”

“Yup!”

“My little blossom! You are so beautiful! Let me see the rings!”

Ella gave Max her left hand.

“Whatever you do, don’t let Beaumont touch it. I’m sure he’s got lasagna all under his fingernails,” Drake chuckled as he approached the group.

“Hey marshmallow,” Ella turned to hug him. “And you guys had lasagna without me?”

Liam laughed and put an arm around Noelle and Isaiah. “You guys ready?”

They both nodded.

“I’m ready to marry your mother again,” they all laughed as Ella put her arm around Isaiah. “Let’s go!”

My saving grace, my everything

I've never been more sure that you're my person

Yeah, baby, you're my person

[serodev]

Hello! I hope I'm not too late for the matchup event. If I am I'm sorry to bug you and hope you are having a great day lol 😅

If I'm able here is some info! Maybe both human and demon if it's not too much trouble.

Nickname: anon, to be honest I don't have one, my names kinda short anyway

I'm straight (male preference)

Dislikes: liars, manipulaters, people who make me guess what they mean, or play games. That annoys the crap outta me, just tell me how it is. I hate spiders too lol. Other than that I'm a pretty patient person.

Hobbies: well I like to write and I'm currently working on something that I'm super excited about. I love food. I grew up on a horse ranch so I work with horses and teach people how to ride them and also work with disabled students, I love it, it's my passion! I used to draw, paint and play piano but I haven't done that in YEARS.

About me: if this helps lol. I am pretty shy and quiet until you get to know me. Once comfortable I can be pretty sarcastic and playful. I always try not to step on anyone's toes and treat people the way I'd want to be treated. I do give people the benefit of the doubt but once you broken my trust it's hard to get it back. I'm a ISTJ virgo if that helps, ravenclaw. I guess I'm the mom friend or the crackhead sometimes depending on who I'm with lol. I try to make sure everyone is comfortable. I love it when people bring me out of my shell if that makes sense? I always wanted to learn to dance but lacked the self confidence.

Anywho, if I'm too late don't worry about it lol! If I'm not I hope this isn't too much and I'm sorry if it is.😅 I hope your day is great and everything you hope it is.

Note(s): Not having a nickname is totally understandable as well! And don't worry, writing for human and demon match-up isn't a big deal to me! If it was, I wouldn't offer them in the first place sfdsfd... I have to give you thumbs-up for your love to teach disabled people!! It's something that not too many are ready to do.

I match you up with...

Sabito!

» We don't know a lot of Sabito, but we all know how the KNY fandom has built up some personality for him, so I'm going to base things around that! Now, I can't say for sure, but Sabito cal probably play games with you, but even then, it's nothing manipulative nor toxic, and he does it as a playful thing. Of course, he's totally ready to stop doing it if you tell him that you don't like it.

» When it comes to Sabito's personality, he will bring you out of your shell and make you feel a bit confident when it comes to other relationships as well! (It's amazing what a good and healthy relationship can do!) He's also one of those guys who don't want to fall into a routine, so he will spice your life up with different hobbies/journeys/etc., as well.

» Even though Sabito can be kind of crude with his jokes or words, he will keep his mouth shut every time he happens to accompany you while you work with other students because he wants to take part in your weekdays/work/etc. if you let him do so.

And Enmu!

» I have to admit right away that it took a bit more time for me to think this match-up, but something about Enmu just clicked in me when it came to your personality! One of the reasons for this is the fact that you're shy around new people, and I'm sure that it's pretty easy to become close with Enmu thanks to his own personality!

» Now, I'm not sure how Enmu feels about writing or stories, but he would love to take part in the said hobby when he sees you enjoying it! He's also ready to work as your proofreader if you ask him to do that because it gives him a chance to look into the story you're writing!

» Another thing I absolutely have to say right now is that Enmu loves how motherly you can sometimes be, and he will probably joke about it a bit in a friendly manner. Of course, he won't let you take care of him all the time, and he will let you relax and wind down as well in his care. (He loves to give you nice dreams while rubbing your back and such!)

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Priority

Summary: Your wife keeps letting you down and as much as you love her, you’re sick of it.

Warning: Bit of Angst

Word Count: 1,975

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She‘s late, again, and from the looks of time she won’t make it at all. She’d left you to do this alone, again. Not that you’re surprised.

The loud sound of metal smacking against compact rubber pulls you from your thoughts.

Looking up, a smile lights across your face as your son drops his bat and takes off. The other little boys scramble to get the ball to the plates but he’s extremely quick. He’s stepping over the home plate in no time.

You rise to your feet, clapping and cheering for him. It grabs his attention and he smiles and waves excitedly at you. Only to deflate instantly at the empty space beside you.

She promised him she’d be here and she let you down again. More importantly she let him down.

Like most things, the game comes to an end. It’s Little Leagues Tee Ball so they aren’t big on “winners” and “losers” but your son’s team won. 

Damien excitedly runs up to you, Nathaniel not too far behind him. 

“Momma did you see how fast I ran?” He bounces up and down. 

With a wide smile, you scoop him up into your arms,“ you were so fast sweetie.”

Clint walks up, Damien’s and Nathaniel’s bags on his shoulders.

“What about me? Did I run fast Auntie Y/N?” Nathaniel asks, holding on to Laura’s hand tightly. 

You turn your smile to your nephew,“ of course you did. You two are gonna give the Yankees a run for their money.” 

“I think you guy’s big win deserves ice cream.” 

The boys cheer, Lila and Cooper smiling in agreement.

All of you head to the cars, the Barton’s get in Laura’s van while you and Damien get in your truck.

Riding over to the closest ice cream shop is only a couple of minutes. Clint says it’s his treat and pays after everyone chooses their ice cream.

You all walk across the street to the park, sitting at a picnic table as you eat your ice cream. 

Conversations flow between the group, Nathaniel and Damien talking about Tee Ball, Clint and Lila talk about archery, Cooper plays on his switch, and you and Laura talk about your kids.

The second Clint and the kids finish they run off to play on the playscape and the conversation turns to your partners, but you don’t contribute much.

Laura, knowing why you’re detached from this particular topic, places a comforting hand over yours,“ I know how frustrating it can be not having her around often.”

“I would completely understand if it couldn’t be helped but,” You sigh and shake your head,“ at this point it’s like she’s choosing not to be here for him.”

“Just give her some time.”

Uncontrollably a scoff falls from your lips,“ time? He’s five. And it’s not like I made this decision on my own. We both wanted kids, I didn’t just pop up pregnant one day and expect her to accept it.”

Laura nods along.

“And the excuses.” You roll your eyes,“ Damien buys it because he’s a child and he trusts his mom but, she turns around and tries to pull it on me like I can’t see through her crap.” 

Your friends listens intently to your ranting. Waiting a few minutes after you’re done before replying.

“I can’t say I completely understand because with Clint, even though he was invested to his job, kind of snapped into his role as a father. We knew he was devoted to us despite the days and months he spent away.”

Narrowed e/c eyes respond to her words,“ is this supposed to make me feel better?” 

She chuckles, shaking her head,“ yes and no. My point is that Clint and Natasha are different. Clint lost his parents when he was young but before that his mom gave him the love and care a child should have, despite his father’s actions.”

You nod, knowing what she’s talking about. Clint had opened up to you years after you were assigned as his partner at S.H.I.E.L.D. You were very open with him from the beginning, even about the horrible relationship you had with your homophobic parents. 

In the end your honesty with him is what lead him to trust you and open up about his father’s addiction to alcohol and his abuse towards Clint. 

From then on the two of you were very close. Going from two to three when you both brought Natasha in.

Laura continues explaining,“ it’s no secret that Natasha didn’t have that. I only know bits and pieces and that alone tells me that this, a marriage, a family, it’s probably very difficult for her.” 

You know she’s right. Natasha’s had a rough bringing up and you don’t doubt that that’s affected her but that doesn’t change the fact that she made a promise to you and ultimately this family to be there for you and she’s breaking that promise. 

As the sun starts to set you all decide to leave the park, stopping to get pizza and then going your separate ways to home.

Opening the door to your home you find Natasha sitting in the living room.

Damien runs over to her, happy to see her and asking where she was. As usual she tells him she was on a mission and that alone draws the boys childish curiosity and inquisitiveness into.

Not wanting to hear this, you set the pizza down on the coffee table and walk away.

It’s a while before she follows in after you, mentioning that he fell asleep and she put him to bed. 

“A mission, huh?” You say after a moment.“ How many times are you going to use that excuse with him Natasha? He doesn’t get it now but eventually he’ll know you’re lying to him.”

Your wife shakes her head,“ I’m not lying, I was on a mission.”

“Eh wrong! Try again.” 

Green eyes roll when you make the sound,“ I really was on a mission and I just got back.”

“Maybe you’re forgetting I work there too. Steve told me you’d finished the mission late last night and was just at the compound. So save the lie I’m genuinely not interested.”

Natasha’s body slumps, defeat and regret twisting around her bones and filling her with guilt.

“Y/N, I’m sorry okay I just-“

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to. It was Damien hopping you’d show up. He searched the stands for you when he didn’t see you with me.”

The guilt multiplied as well as the hurt. She didn’t miss the implication of your words: you’d started to give up on her, you didn’t expect her to be there today.

You run a hand through your hair,“ just go make things right with our son.”

With that you go to your room and collapse on the bed. Taking a deep breath, you quickly change into your pajamas, and go straight to sleep.

Hours later, you wake up on your own as opposed to the usual shrill of your alarm. Half asleep you check the time on your phone, it reading 7:15. You’re just about to go back to sleep before you realize what that means.

Knowing you have to get Damien to school by 8:30, you jump up, rushing to pull on some clothes and wash up. 

As you’re basically stumbling down the stairs you’re hit with the familiar smell of fresh coffee and bacon. 

Moving into the kitchen reveals Damien sitting at the table, talking through a mouth of pancakes to your wife. Natasha leans beside the stove, clad in black sweatpants and a t-shirt, sipping from a mug.

“Momma look, mom made pancakes!” Damien exclaims, holding up his half empty plate of food.

You move in further, eyes falling to the empty spot at the table. A plate of pancakes and bacon sits beside a mug of hot coffee. A blue sticky note is on the mug, ‘I Love You ;)’ in your wife’s handwriting on it. 

“Damien, sweetie go get dressed, you don’t want to be late.” 

Being the obedient angel that he is, he jumps up and runs off to get ready for school. 

Natasha watches you as you run your finger along the edge of the white porcelain plate. Then slicing your fork into the pancakes and tasting it.

“Pretty good. Where’d you learn to cook?” You have an upset and snarky comment on reserve but push it aside.

“I called Laura and she walked me through it. Damien likes them.” 

You nod.

Sighing, Natasha sets her mug down, cautiously approaching you.“ Y/N, I’m sorry. I love you and Damien more than I can ever express with words And I-” She steps around you to lock her gaze with yours,“ I know I’ve let you and Damien down and I will do everything I can to make it up to the both of you.” 

“Tasha.” You run a hand through your hair.“ I just don’t understand why? You are avidly making the choice to bail on us.”

“Because I’m scared Y/N. When Damien was born I thought I could do this despite everything I’ve ever known but I see him and the way you are with him and that’s how a mother is supposed to be with their child and I can’t be that. I’m not a mother.” 

It breaks your heart to hear that that’s how she feels. Only for it to break further at the tears that pool in her eyes. 

You reach for her hands, quick to reassure her,“ but you are a mother Natasha. And Damien loves you more than anything in this world. You were so good with him, the problem came when you stopped showing up. All he wants is your love and attention.”

Reaching up you wipe away the escaping tears.

“I know it can’t be easy for you. Coming up the way that you did I know this is all new to you but it is for me too. In a different way yes but still, we’re both learning. I just- I need you Natasha. This isn’t easy alone and whether you’re ready or not you made a promise to us to be here.” 

Natasha’s green eyes flicker away from you at that,“ I’m so sorry. I’ve been acting incredibly selfish.”

Little, shoe clad feet, connecting with the floor breaks the conversation. Damien rounds the corner, dressed and holding his backpack.

“Moms I’m ready.” He says with a bright smile, a mix of yours and Natasha’s.

You squeeze Natasha’s hand in yours, a promise to finish later. 

Together you take your son to school. Damien kissing your cheek before asking Natasha if he’ll be with you to pick him up.

She promises to and you make sure he gets in the school safely before going back home.

You fix two cups of tea and join your wife in the living room. 

Sitting side by side, thighs and shoulders pressed together, you both wait for the other to restart the conversation. 

“You’re a good mother Natasha. Damien adores you. And neither of us expect you to be perfect at this. Believe me I’ve made plenty of mistakes already. If he’s screwed up it’s my fault, not yours.” You partly joke. 

Natasha grabs your hand, fingers lacing with yours,“ I’m going to do everything I can to make it up to you and be here for you and our son. And I’m sorry I’ve made you feel so alone in this.”

“You’re forgiven my love,” you kiss the back of her hand,“ and we’ll figure this out together.” You joke,“ and Laura.” 

She laughs, fully pulling you into her embrace. After she sobers up she kisses your head. 

“I promise from here on out you two are my main priority.” 

[hannie-dul-set]

US, AGAIN | four.

SUMMARY. they say history repeats itself, but you’d like to disagree. you had to disagree. history changes, even if you had to force it. but when all your attempts to twist fate were met by nothing but the flashing recurrences of the past, what were you supposed to do?

or, wherein you try everything in your power to have nothing to do with na jaemin, but na jaemin wants nothing but you.

PAIRING. na jaemin x female! reader GENRE. college! au, historical! au, soulmate! au, past lives, forbidden love stuff, reincarnation, romance, drama, humor, angst, fluff, looots of flashbacks, this is an entire kdrama, very loosely inspired by the webtoon “see you in my 19th life” WARNINGS. (for this chapter only) swearing, night terrors, hospital mentions, passing out, the works hgdhjasf WORD COUNT. 5.1k

NOTE. I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG <///3 but life is life thank god we only have to go through this once unlike our dearest mc HJGASDJSF anyway!! lots of jaemin fluff here!! you’ll want to punch him in the face!! hope u enjoy <3

CHAPTER FOUR: why the sun sets and rises

(Running.

Through the winding branches that cut into the air, the silver lake, the jagged ground, the clouds in the wind at each and every shallow pant, you were running—

A gunshot.

—running until your legs gave away.)

You woke up in a cold sweat.

God.

Looking around, you noticed that it was far too early for you to be awake— the hazy light that barely slipped through the thin curtains, the desolate silence that seemed to have consumed your room whole, and the bedside digital clock down below you that said 6:21AM in big bold letters, indicating that you should be fast asleep especially after staying up at ungodly hours in the morning finishing up an assignment. But even after burying your head in between two of your pillows, you couldn’t even suffocate yourself into unconsciousness.

You groaned and jumped off of the top bunk.

When your feet landed on the floor, you had expected to see Seungah’s ghost of a face lying sideways on the bottom bunk, but all that met you was a small, neon orange sticky note laying soundly on her smoothed out pillow. ‘Had to leave early to the diner! Eat the breakfast I made you or else xoxo’, it said. You sighed.

There was no point mulling over the past when you had an entire future to take care of.

“Oh my gosh.”

Hong Nabi was in shock with what she saw when she arrived at the benches by the garden to work on your group assignment today. It was shocking to the point that she dropped all her binders and papers onto the pavement.

You sighed, sliding out of your seat to help her. She spared you a few, quick glances as the both of you were slouched on the floor, and he couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip in worry. The Y/N that was usually so cool, so put together, and so unbothered looked like she was casket ready. That, or ready to star in a Tim Burton animation.

“Is it Halloween today..?”

“Let’s just get this thing started,” you groaned, finally finished cleaning things up and you were now back onto your seat. Nabi sat right in front of you, organizing her now jumbled up material. She wanted to ask if you were okay— but would that be offensive considering that you were very clearly not? Still, she opened her mouth to speak, but was scared into silence when you suddenly cursed out loud. “Since when did this become a paired project? Where the hell are they?”

Nabi pressed her lips together, looking around. “I’m not sure.”

You still had around two weeks more until the presentation, but that didn’t mean that they could slack off as much as they wanted. In a fit, you grabbed your phone from your sling bag, exasperatedly tapping on the fragile screen that Nabi was almost sure that you were going to break it, but before you managed to burst a vein, an incoming sound of noises and laughter approached your ears.

Boys will be boys, but you weren’t having any of that shit.

“Yah,” the moment Jeno, Renjun, and Donghyuck showed up at your table as if nothing was wrong, you decided to smack the nearest head with a rolled up sheet of stapled paper. “Didn’t we agree to start at nine?”

“Yah,” Donghyuck snatched the weapon from you, his other hand focused on caressing the spot on his head that you’d just every so gently smacked. “Don’t you ‘yah yah’ me, missy. Did you forget that you’re younger than us?”

If only he knew.

“Is that so? You should grow a sense of responsibility, then. It doesn’t take fifty fucking years.”

With that, you let out a huff and swung your laptop open.

The rest of the people occupying the table exchanged concerned glances as they shuffled to find seats of their own. They haven’t known you for long, but this type of temperament from you was arguably out of the ordinary. Even when Donghyuck would strike a chord too dangerously, you wouldn’t snap at him— today, you weren’t your usual self, and they all mutually agreed in silence that they were going to tread carefully if they still wanted their heads attached to their necks.

When the sounds of your fingers clicking against the keyboard stopped, they felt their hearts stopping, as well.

You looked up from the laptop screen, proceeding to look around, closed your eyes, and then breathed out. “Where’s Jaemin?”

At that moment they all flipped their phones open, scrolling, clicking, and typing before they can taste any more of your unraveled temper. You had to admit, you were feeling a little guilty for being such a bitch. A part of it was yes, sleep deprivation, shitty nightmares, and a whole truck load of stress can really take a toll on your sanity, but the other part was voluntary.

Jeno looked up, the first person who managed to pinpoint Jaemin’s whereabouts. “He just texted. He says he’s running— oh, there he is.”

There he was indeed, a couple of feet away from where you all were. Once you confirmed that he wasn’t absent, you turned back to continue working, but the rest of them continued to stare at Jaemin, who was barely hanging onto his dear life, sweating and panting. And as they all watched the poor boy breathlessly running towards the table, they all thought of the same thing with one mind, heart, and soul.

Na Jaemin was a dead man.

He pulled up right in front of you, hunched over breathless with his hands on his knees. He stood up and promptly apologized. “Ahh, so sorry for being late. I had to stop by somewhere and there was traffic. I’m really—”

“I didn’t ask about your personal business,” you hummed, not even looking at him. Everyone, not only Jaemin, flinched at your explicit coldness. “Did you get the files that we need?”

He looked at you. You weren’t looking at him, but you knew he was looking at you.

“...Yeah. Hold on.”

As if the mood wasn’t already shit earlier, it actually turned into absolute horse crap after Jaemin arrived. It wasn’t his fault, really, but circumstance after circumstance didn’t exactly paint the prettiest picture of him. When the clock finally struck eleven in the morning, everyone except you all released a synchronous sigh. “We’re done today, right?” Renjun asked, and you responded with a quick nod, noticeably a lot more mellow than earlier.

Nabi stood up and started fixing her things. “I’ll send everything later to you tonight, Y/N,” she smiled at you.

“Yeah, sure,”’ you hummed, nodding. “Thank you.”

The four boys froze. Why were you being nice to her? Of course, their complaints were verbalized into nothing more than silent whines, groans, and grumbles that easily flew above your ears, Jaemin being a lot more quiet about voicing his complaints than the rest despite taking most of your attacks.

Still, even if you were being particularly thorny to him, he thought it would be a good idea to speak out just as you were about to leave. “Do the both of you have any classes after this? We were planning on getting lunch together,” he said. “Would you like to join? My treat.”

You looked at him. There was a polite smile on your face. Evidently forced.

“No, thanks.”

Donghyuck let out a genuine gasp.

“Did she just—” he stammered, switching his sight back and forth from Jaemin to you. “Did she just turn down a free meal offer?”

“She did,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as he continued to gawk at you. You picked up your heavy bag from the bench seat. “I gotta get going. Have fun, you guys.”

And you let them just like that, with five pairs of eyes trained at the back of your head until they finally lost sight of you.

For someone like you, the bulletin boards at the bus stops were like a gold mine. A gold mine of part-time jobs just waiting to be filled. There were flyers haphazardly plastered onto the board, all in different colors and different fonts. You bit a chunk off of the granola bar that served as your lunch for today, eyes meticulously scanning the available offers, a few flyers already wedged in between your armpit.

“Hair salon assistant— can’t do that. Diner waitress— a hard maybe. Already have a restaurant job pending, my shifts might clash. Library assistant? Alright, I need to check it out further, though. What about a movie— oh!— oh my god, you scared me.”

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Sooah suddenly appeared beside you, looking up as she clutched her backpack straps. You let out a sigh of relief upon the realization that it was just her.

“Fancy seeing you here, cadet,” you hummed, folding the neatly folding the few flyers that you had and shoving into your sling bag along with the emptied granola bar wrapper. “Are your classes over?”

“Mhm! I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up.”

“Aren’t you honored to spend time with me as you wait?”

You let out a chuckle, sitting down on the wooden seat, patting down the empty spot beside you, and Sooah happily hopped to sit down right away. Peeling off one of the flyers stuck onto the board, you decided to fold it— once, twice, countless more times until the flat, square piece of paper was now shaped into a lotus flower. Sooah beamed in amazement.

“Y/N,” she started, and you dropped the little paper flower onto her tiny hands. She placed it on her lap before looking up to you, large eyes hinted with curiosity. “The story you told us last time— was it a true story?”

You suddenly felt a chill in the air.

“...Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well,” she mused. “My mommy is a Korean Literature teacher at my school, but she teaches a grade above me. Sometimes, I’d go through her stuff to read some stories that I haven’t read in my class, and the other day—”

Uh oh.

After living for twelve whole lifetimes and currently going through your thirteenth, there was always this feeling that haunted you all throughout, a feeling that you were all too familiar with. It was gnawing, grinding, and chewing up the bottom most part of your gut. A warning sign for something bad to come.

You were definitely feeling that right now.

“—I found the same story as the one you told us, big sis.”

Yep. It was never wrong, and it never will be. You bit down your bottom lip.

“And I found something interesting!” oh, how much more must anxiety drown you, but Sooah seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to stop her. You raised a brow, urging her, and she smiled brightly. “You said you don’t remember the girl’s name, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Y/N! She has the same name as you!”

Of fucking course.

“The last name is different, though—” she added as an afterthought. “She was Song Y/N, and you’re not. Still. Isn’t it really cool?”

Not cool at all. You wanted to scream, maybe cry a little and lose a generous chunk of your mind, because as far as you knew, there had never been an instance where you had heard of this story being shared to the public— to an entire class, nonetheless. It shouldn’t matter, right? It wasn’t your life anymore. Just an old, tragic tale passed on from mothers to their children as a bedtime story.

But somehow, it made you feel vulnerable.

How many more people knew about this?

“But, sis. You’re kind of a dummy, though. How could you forget someone’s name when it’s the same as yours?”

Sooah questioned, tilting her head, but it eventually washed pon her that you weren’t looking all too well. You had your lips splayed into an evident frown, worry creasing your forehead, which she could not at all get. Were you okay?

“Did you finish reading all of it?”

You asked after a bout of silence. Sooah shook her head in response. “No, not yet,” she huffed. “My mom caught me making a mess out of her things and scolded me.”

That’s good, you thought. At least she didn’t make it to the end— that would only complicate things. After a second of deliberation, you figured that this would be the best move if you played your cards right.

“Sooah,” you started. “Do you think your mom will let me borrow that story?”

The next day, your classes were all condensed into the afternoon— a deliberate decision to allow yourself to recharge in bed for the entire first half of the day.

But right now it was eight in the morning, yet you were already busying yourself inside the campus.

No, you didn’t have a group meeting today, neither did you have any prior commitments needed to be accomplished here in school, but you figured after not having a single fucking blink of sleep last night thanks to Sooah’s revelations yesterday, you might as well head to school early to apply for the part-time job at the library. Only one problem— where was the library?

It was eight in the morning. You had been here since seven-thirty. Not a single bookshelf in sight. You opted to just give up and mold yourself into the floor because you couldn’t even ask anyone for directions because no one was there.

Well. Almost no one.

You had just passed by a single living soul earlier as you were trudging around the bottom floor like a zombie, but you completely missed him. Na Jaemin caught your disheveled figure marching through the hallways earlier, evidently lost, as he left the faculty office with a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hands. He immediately brightened upon seeing you— as if his bloodstream was directly charged with caffeine, but he didn’t come around to approaching you until now. He couldn’t get the timing.

Even now, as he discreetly tailed behind you without your knowledge, he didn’t know when was the appropriate time to give you a simple ‘hello’. He pressed his lips together, taking in a sharp breath through his nose, and decided screw it— you wouldn’t even be happy to see him no matter the timing.

He picked up his pace and sounded from right behind you.

“Morning, group leader.”

You stopped, swiveling your heels around, and he was met with your grimacing face.

As expected. He gave you a blinding smile.

“How are you?”

“My morning is shit, thank you very much,” you spat. “Even more now, after seeing you.”

Ouch.

Jaemin knew that you weren’t exactly fond of him, and he’d spent too many hours wondering why. Maybe you just disliked him without bearing much of a reason. Some people were like that, but he didn’t hold it against you. He still pressed on with a smile.

And it irritated you.

(You believed that it was irritation, or made yourself believe. Yeah, let’s go with irritation.)

“Now, what do you want?” you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg as you looked at him with exasperation. “You’re definitely not here to ask me about our assignment, right? I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I might as well say it to your face for your own good.”

You roughly shoved a finger to his chest, mustering up not a glare— but a plain look of disinterest.

“I don’t like you.”

Jaemin simply looked at you.

“You don’t like me.”

“No matter what you try to do, that won’t ever—wait, what? What the fuck?” you had to double take, expression suddenly morphing into a comical confusion, which Jaemin found cute, but of course he couldn’t say that out loud. He settled with the same smile as earlier, which you found a little more irritating as much as it was conflicting this time around. Within a second of silence, you felt heat slowly rising and you felt it slowly getting to your head. “You’re just gonna take that...as that?”

He let out a hum, shrugging. “I can’t dictate how you feel, can I?”

You gawked at him.

“You’re not even gonna ask why? Not even gonna protest?”

“Do you want me to?” he leaned forward, face a little closer to yours, smile a little more irritating than before, the heat growing a little more prominent than ever, your grasp on your consciousness becoming a little more hard to hold than earlier. You felt yourself getting caught in a stammer. “I would, if you want me to.”

Fuck this shit and fuck it completely.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” you stormed off before you could find yourself getting caught inside a heatwave, breathing out long, fervent breaths to calm yourself down, the dizzying heat slowly getting to your head making you woozy. It would be a bad idea to even turn around and look at him. “I’d appreciate it if you don't follow me.”

Jaemin frowned when he saw your back yet again. He felt like this was the only thing he’d seen from you— your back perpetually facing him without any hope of you even turning around to spare him a quick glance, but he didn’t want to go against your wishes. He wasn’t planning on following you. But when you suddenly collapse on the floor a few feet away from him—

Thud.

—what else was he supposed to do?

(“Your Highness.”

It was without question that he’d answer your call sparing not even a second to waste with those gentle eyes of his, and this time was no different. The only difference being the quirk of his lips— pursed, pouting. He stepped away from the bush of azaleas, and stepped closer to you.

“I thought I told you not to call me that anymore,” he huffed, languidly dropping beside you on the stone bench, taking your hands into his with an earnest glimmer. “Say it. I want to hear you. Please?”

It was impolite to laugh at the prince— a punishable crime by itself. You were fortunate that he liked you enough.

“Your Highness,” you hummed. His shoulders drooped down, visibly dampening, but he shook his head with a newfound resolve and instead lended all of his attention to you, instead. “It is without saying that the very breath you take is incomparable to any person on this land—”

Your gaze darted upwards, looking at him.

“—but why do you choose to come see me everyday in the garden? Even when I am not around?”

He was still for a moment, fazed and the littlest bit taken aback, but not a second too long for you to spare any worry. A newfound smile playing on his lips, he lifted up your hands that he was holding, pressing a tender kiss on your knuckles.

“Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west every single day?”

He looked at you, continuing.

“Just because it was made that way.”)

“Daegang.”

The whisper that you sounded in your state of unconsciousness caught Jaemin’s ears as he carried you to a vacant room inside the campus hospital. He looked down at you, your voice as clear as day despite the hoarseness of it, peeling himself away from your closed eyes, lashes fluttering above your cheeks before he could stumble over his own feet.

When he gently dropped you on to the bed, the mattress sinking underneath your weight, his windpipes nearly closed, a choking noise escaping the moment he felt you tug him down by the sleeve of his shirt, but he maintained his composure. He dropped your sling bag onto the bedside table, taking notice on the colorful piece of paper peeking out of the bag’s zipper mouth, a huff of a smile when he closed it up. Even you can be a little disordered, sometimes, he wondered in amusement as he gazed down on you.

Jaemin let out a huff of breath, dropping down the chair placed beside your bed, and he pulled out his phone to send a few messages here and there. An hour passed. He noticed you stirring underneath the sheets.

“Ah, you’re awake!”

Maybe you were, maybe you weren’t. You couldn’t tell if the blurred out silhouette of the face you have grown to both hate and love was a mere figment of your memories, or if he was actually real. There was the temptation brought about by your disorientation— to stretch your arm out to his face just to make sure, but you were lucky that your flimsy consciousness came at just the right time before you were to do anything regretful.

“Ugh.”

“You’ve been out for over an hour. Maybe you should just skip your remaining classes today,” at that point you were sure he was real. Na Jaemin had worry laced all over his voice, expression, and posture. It wasn’t a sight welcome to your peace of mind when you had just woken up after passing the fuck out. “What happened? Did you not get enough sleep? Did you skip breakfast? I asked Jeno to buy some food just in case you wake up and I’m not here, but you were unconscious for longer than I expected.”

“I’m fine, I’ll just—”

A regretful action. You tried to stand up, but all that happened was you falling pathetically back onto the bed.

“...”

“Don’t push yourself, Y/N,” Jaemin sighed, tucking you back in and placing a hand on your forehead, and by god you could hear the alarm bells ringing in your ears. “I checked earlier. It doesn’t seem like you have a fever. Oh? You’re starting to heat up, maybe you actually do—”

“I don’t!”

Was it possible to voluntarily pass out?

You threw the blanket over your head.

It was fortunate that he didn’t decide to press on, and instead he just left you alone underneath your makeshift tent to calm the sudden blazing of your face. Did he know that you were embarrassed? Oh god, did he know that it was because of him? Not that it was, of course, but it wasn’t unlikely for him to assume that he was the cause of your sudden temperature rise. It would be much better for him to believe that you did have a fever. Fuck, you should have just told him that you were sick.

“Knock knock,” outside of your blanket shield, you felt something lightly pressed at the side of your head, prompting you to peek outside, just enough for your eyes to be exposed. When you turned around, you were met by a box of Orion Choco Pie, just one of the few snacks that he had brought for you. “Here, have this. Eat.”

You blankly stared at the red box.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Leave it. I’ll eat once you leave.”

“No can do, missy,” Jaemin clicked his tongue, and without your consent, grabbed your nearest hand and opened it into a palm, placing the far too large box on top of it. “I have to make sure that you actually finish it.”

He was resilient.

Much like someone else, you grumbled, opening the packaging and stealing one of the cakes nestled inside. He had a satisfied smile on his face— almost like a proud parent watching his four year old daughter writing her name for the first time. You wanted to throw the damned snack to his face, but voted against the act and took a bite from it instead. “Fine. But for your information, I might have passed out because I barely got any sleep last night, so stop wasting your worries.”

“That doesn’t make things any better,” he said. “How am I supposed to stop worrying after hearing that? You should take care of yourself, Y/N.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“I’m not buying it. I have to make sure that you’re getting enough sleep every day.”

“What the fuck? Do you think you’re my mom, or something?”

“No, what the hell? Don’t make things weird,” He grimaced, looking at you in disbelief. Holy fuck. You nearly broke out into a fit, if you were being honest. Na Jaemin who was usually all smiley and kind was looking at you with an expression that you were sure his facial muscles didn’t even have the knowledge to conjure. His next words were nothing more than a low grumble. “How can she think I want to be her mom when I like her? Jeez.”

The choco pie that you’d been eating threatened to climb back up your throat.

“Wh— What the fuck?”

“What?” Jaemin replied naively. “One more time? Should I repeat it? Y/N, I like—”

“Okay, okay, I got it the first time, please—!”

Dear lord, he was going to be the death of you. You took in a long, sharp, painful breath.

“I get it.”

Jaemin looked at you with a small smile. He didn’t seem like he was going to continue teasing, so you quickly scared down the remaining chocolate snake inside the box so that you could slip away from him as soon as possible. That wasn’t the best idea, though, because the choco pie almost ended up going down the wrong throat and the guy was sure to freak out over it. Luckily you managed to get away with forcing it down and having Jaemin only looking at you with a minimal amount of concern.

It was time to get the fuck out of here.

“Thank you for the food, Jaemin, but I need to get going,” he didn’t even get the chance to say anything, but you were already on your feet, ready to set out to the door. You looked back at his frozen stature before reaching out for the door handle. “I’ll pay you back some other time.”

You bowed politely. Jaemin had only gotten back to his senses once he’d realized that he couldn’t see your face anymore, only the back of your head— a sight that he’s used to seeing, a reminder of where he stood. He scrambled to his feet and took off after you.

“Wait, you should drink water first! And take these with you! Y/N—”

Shit. He didn’t want you to leave yet. Not when he’s finally had a proper conversation with you. The two of you were already out in the hallway, the glimpse of light from the heavily clouded sky leaking through the windows and coloring the white walls and floor with an out of place brightness and at one point the light stuck on you. It was difficult to match your pace— staying not too far behind, not right beside you, never ahead of you. He swallowed.

Jaemin felt bad about pulling this, but he couldn’t think of any other way to make you stay.

“Daegang.”

You froze on the spot.

There was a heavy weight anchoring Jaemin’s conscience, falling even heavier as you slowly turned around to face him. It fell to the bottom of his stomach the moment he caught your expression.

“How—” you stammered. “Where did you get that name?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, a considerable distance between the both of you as he averted his eyes. “You muttered it earlier while I was carrying you.”

“C—carrying?”

How else would he have hauled you over to the campus hospital? But an obvious fact such as that was still enough to dumb your IQ a couple of notches down. You would have been fine if he didn’t mention it and leave you in your blissful ignorance, but he just had to drill the existence of that fact that you were in his fucking arms when you had sworn to be a piece of shit to him.

The heat was rising to your head again just like earlier.

“Ah.”

You heard Jaemin utter a sound from a few steps in front of you— a light grumble, you’d assumed, but you weren’t entirely sure— and it was at that moment that you’d realized how freaking awkward the distance between the both of you was. Were you social distancing?

His hollow sigh and evident pout threw all of those meager thoughts out the window.

“Is he the reason why I can’t get close to you?

What the hell does he mean?

“An ex you can’t over?”

You broke into a coughing fit. Jaemin instantly ran over to you in panic, patting your back to help appease the violent coughs, but in reality he wasn’t of any help at all because his palm was barely touching you. “Holy fuck”—cough—“oh god. I guess— I guess you can say that...?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled from behind you. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. It must be a sensitive topic.”

“If you knew that it was touchy then why bring it up in the first place,” you shot him a glare, looking back, but it was less threatening and more questioning. You couldn’t bring yourself to get mad at him at this point. He stood there in blatant guilt, his expression, stature, and demeanor without any intention of hiding it all. This was why you couldn’t get mad at him. Jaemin was transparent.

You weren’t sure if it was just his nature or if it had something to do with you.

You wouldn’t know what to do if it was the latter.

His lips finally parted after a moment of silence to answer you— even if you hadn’t expected an answer in the first place.

“I didn’t know how else to make you talk to me a little longer.”

You didn’t know what to do, at all.

Jaemin’s cheeks were stained with a shade of pink and fuck— you could see in his eyes that were looking at you, trying not to look at you, that he was bearing all the sleeves of his heart to you without an ounce of regret, but a euphemism of the bright red color that he was trying to hide.

God.

Why did you have to meet him in this life?

“Why?” you voiced, quiet. “Why do you like me so much? You don’t even know me that well, and I’m not even in any way nice to you.”

He didn’t answer.

“So, why?”

For a moment, Jaemin kept quiet, as if waiting for the pink to fade from his cheeks before doing anything, but it never did. Even when his lips stretched into a closed smile, his eyes crinkling and showing the stars that weren’t in the sky, he was still tinged with that soft, powdery color.

He didn’t wait. He didn’t wait for you to speak when he left— when he left right after saying two words that stretched inside your mind until the sun set in the west and the skies turned pink.

“Just because.”

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© hannie-dul-set, 2021

[blueprint-han]

on top of the world ↠ hhj.

genre: royal au; fluff inspired by a fucking barbie movie leave me alone okay

⇥ warnings: if having a ballroom dance with hyunjin is a warning, then <3, district names are randomly chosen, not meant in reference to SKZ !!

wc: 1.5 K

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Hwang Hyunjin, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: drabble.

taglist: @stayverse @districtninewriters @inkidz​ @sunoo-luvs 

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @tpwkjerii​ (requests for this are closed now!)

↯ note: dghwey i had literally no idea what to write for your url, so i searched up the full form of “tpwk” and ended up with “treat people with kindness”. I developed it into an idea i already had. Tell me if you like it <33 ⇥ dawn.☀️

↯ note 2: oh... i cannot... write fantasy for the life in me. ⇥ dawn.☀️

“Ladies, all in line.” The instructor clapped her hand, signaling all the princess and lady royals to line up in front of her. You quickly scrambled out of where you were seated, almost doubling over your heels as you tried to wobble your way to the line. 

Oh curse those heels. They were gonna be the reason you crashed headfirst into the floor one day, you were sure. They were those typical pointy, magenta colored pumps that only an expert in poise could pull of properly. Your uniform didn’t help either, layers and layers of clothing — topped of with a jacket, which meant you would be sweating buckets if it weren’t for the air conditioning.

Gosh, you hated being the princess and heir to the next throne. Why couldn’t you just lounge in the courtroom in your sweats and sneakers? They were more fashionable anyway. When your mom had told you that you were gonna attend “Royal Training School”, you’d pictured horse riding in the lush green stables, elegant dinners with rich silverware, and most of all — just having some time away from the royal castle, just having some time for yourself and having fun in that time.

Well, you were in for a huge mess.

It’d been only a week since you attended this place, and you hated it. The place woke you up at 5 a.m., shoved breakfast (which was mostly a piece of “high gluten” bread) to your hands and then took you ballroom dancing. So your day was terrible from the beginning already. There was no horseback riding, no sword fighting, because according to your parents — “princesses didn’t do fights”. Seemed superstitious to you, someone with a forward thinking mind, but what could you do?

Too dazed in your thoughts, your foot slipped and you lurched forward. You yelped loudly, but before you could catch the attention of the class or feel the polished marble against your face, a hand wrapped around your waist, ceasing your fall and holding you mid-air.

“You okay, princess?”

You snapped back into attention, eyes meeting with your classmates, all of them having a shocked look on their faces, and some of them anger. Turning around, you were surprised to gaze into hazel brown eyes that seemed to draw you in without reserve.

“Um..., princess?”

“Ah, yes!” You snapped out of it once again, straightening up as you smoothened the fabric of your shirt. “T-Thank you.” You took once glance at his face, and... wow. He was absolutely ethereal. His golden locks of hair fell perfectly over his temples, he adorned a majestic black suit and by just looking at him, he exuded confidence.

He giggled. “It’s alright, princess. Glad you aren’t hurt.”

“Oh, that-”

“Ahem!” The both of you looked to the side, noticing now how the entire class, along with the instructor were giving you snobby glares. “If you’re done chit chatting, can we start out class, Princess Y/N and Prince Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin. That was a pretty name.

You noticed that there was another line of men, wearing similar attire like Hyunjin, lined up in front of the princesses. “They must be from another academy,” Silent thoughts flooded your mind as you took your place, and your eyes went wide when you found yourself face to face with the Hyunjin guy again, though there was a reasonable distance between the both of you.

“Now, royals.” The instructor chimed, clacking her heels against the surface as she waltzed to the edge of the room. “You’ve been practicing ballroom dancing with yourselves for a while now, so The Head and me decided that it would be a good idea for you to get a little peek of what the actual thing looks like.” She said uninterestedly, picking at the underside of the nails as she started the music.

Immediately, slow, melodious music flooded through the speakers as you looked at one another. and then at the guy in front of you... err, Hyunjin. “You’ve already been partnered up, so get started.”

Your mouth dropped open a bit when you realised what the instructor’s statement meant, almost panicking when all the girls next to you bowed down gracefully, coaxing you to follow the same. Hyunjin did the signature “bow down and lend a hand” pose like his other classmates, and you hesitantly straightened up, lending a hand to him.

Immediately, just like how confident he looked, he pulled you close to himself, settling his hands on your hips as a smirk graced his features.

Ah... so he’d noticed you blushing.

You didn’t know why you were blushing in the first place. You’d never met this person before, but something about him just made the giddy schoolgirl in you bubble up to the surface. You shyly settled your hands on his shoulders, moving along to the beat with his motions... and silently praying your ant’s worth of dancing knowledge would not fuck this up.

“So, should we do the introductions?”

“What?” You asked, almost stumbling on your feet once again. You made a mental reminder to burn the current pair of heels you were sporting.

“Don’t you introduce yourself to the person you’re dancing with?” he heaved a laugh, almost melting at how adorably bashful you were getting in his hold. You were about to mumble a response, but then stopped, gathered your confidence, and smiled sweetly.

“Oh well then, I’m Princess Y/N from District 8; honor to meet you.” You said in a sing song voice, muffling a laugh as Hyunjin twirled you around in his hold and pulled you back. The velvet coat was soft under your touch, and for some odd reason, you wondered how his soft-lookin hair would feel under your palm.

“I’m Prince Hyunjin from District 10; equally honored to meet you,” He tilted his head to the side and you noticed him bite his lip for a second. Brushing it off, you continued swaying to the music, feeling slightly more at ease now.

“How’s school here, princess Y/N? You enjoying?” His tone was respectful, almost like he was talking to a friend he met after many years,

“Nah,” You rolled your eyes, making Hyunjin look at you like a confused puppy, waiting for you to explain. Hyunjin wasn’t used to someone hearing they disliked royal training, especially when he’d found it nothing but enjoying.

“It’s just the same old. “Oh go to ballroom, learn to balance books on your head, walk with grace, eat your food elegantly, dance again. sleep early!” Your voice was a hushed whisper, yet mocking. “You’d think that’s what I should’ve expected, but I wanted to learn sword fighting, horse riding, that kind of stuff. They barely let us outdoors here.” You tsked, watching as Hyunjin bit his lip again.

“What?” You asked, figuring that Hyunjin knew you’d noticed his action.

He chuckled. “Your stepping on my toes.”

“Oh crap I am?” You looed down, pulling your feet farther away from his as an apology crawled up your tongue, but before you could shoot it out, Hyunjin stopped you. “It’s okay.”

“Maybe I’ll step on yours and we’ll get even?” He winked, a smug look on is face as he waited for your reply. The music was basically forgotten at his point, both f you lost in a world where nobody else existed, just you, your thoughts, your words, and your giggles. You mirrored his playful expression. “I’d like to see you try.”

Hyunjin didn’t break eye contact, and you felt a small flutter in your chest when he did so. He lifted his foot, but you were too quick, you moved your foot away the moment he settled his own down, and then for revenge, you stepped on his foot once again.

“Ouch!” Hyunjin shrieked, and thanks to the loud music. no one could hear him. You hadn’t stomped too hard thankfully, but Hyunjin’s cute expression when he crinkled his nose sent you into a spiral of giggles.

“Hey! You’re supposed to treat people with kindness” He pouted, twirling you around once again as he led you to the next spot in the ballroom. Your feet basically slid around at this point, and you didn’t even mind your heels.

“Yeah? That’s what you get for trying to step on a princess’ toes.” You rested your head against his shoulder, muffling your giggles as well as calming your heart at the sudden sprut of confidence.

Hyunjin’s grip on your waist tightened, making you straighten up, faint heat dusting your cheeks. The dance was almost coming to an end, and you wished it could go on forever. You hadn’t had such fun in a while, but unfortunately, Hyunjin didn’t belong to this academy. Sadly, the dance would come to an end.

“Maybe I can teach you horse riding?” Hyunjin inquired, a curious glint in his eyes as he watched your reaction. You gasped in shock.

“Y-you’d be willing to do that?”

“Of course, if you’re up for it.”

“How will we even do that?”

“I mean, you can’t tell me you haven’t sneaked out of the premises at night.”

You remained silent.

“Thought so.” Hyunjin winked again. “So, what do you say?”

You twirled around one more time, moving slightly closer to him when you came back this time. The next moment, the music stopped, and you murmured to him with a smirk pulled at your lips.

“I’d be on top of the world.”

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

[incorrectlumityquotes]

FULL REVIEWS: “Wing It Like Witches”

Damn, that last episode was something. It was so much of something that the hype for this episode didn’t come until after they released a screenshot of Amity in the grudgby uniform. Everyone predicted that this was the episode that had Amity join The Owl House squad and...they were right. 

The Lumity Trilogy ends with a sports balls game.

The cold open starts with Boscha of all people. 

It’s grudgby season again and all I can think of is “Wow how lucky is Luz to enroll in Hexside during the semester where shit happens.” Is the first semester the boring one with no holidays and/or events?

Anyway, I grew up in South Texas where high school football was treated like the biggest deal. I get why Boscha is being treated the way she is, and so does she.

Boscha goes to school expecting a hero’s welcome, but gets pissed when the attention is given to Willow.

Willow tells Luz that ever since she patched things up with Amity, she’s been feeling more confident. That’s really good character development. Without her resentment toward Amity (who was her oldest friend), Willow feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. All that hate and sadness was bringing her down, but without it, she’s free to blossom. 

I don’t mean to quote Penn & Teller but, “And then there’s this asshole.”

Boscha is so not okay with Willow being happy with herself and just picks on her harder. Especially since it’s grudgby season and she knows she can get away with it. 

Amity tells her to grow the fuck up, and Boscha lets it slip that ever since grom Amity has been “getting soft.” This does fucking nothing since Boscha literally spends all day following Willow and friends all day picking on them like crazy. Like damn bitch, don’t you have anything else do do? Don’t you have any life outside of Willow’s?

People ask why I don’t ship Willow and Boscha and this is why. I get enemies to lovers. I get the bully becoming the love interest. Hell, it’s happening with Amity right now. But this is too needlessly cruel for my taste. There’s not way the Defeat Equals Friendship trope is going to work here. Not for me. But hope comes in the form of a useless lesbian.

Amity literally gay panics after getting ‘nam flashbacks of dancing with the girl she likes in the moonlight. Luz asks Amity for help about Boscha, and based on Amity’s answer, I don’t think Amity has ever liked Boscha. She agrees that Boscha is difficult to tolerate. It’s even worse during grudgby season because it becomes all the thinks about. Luz gets the wrong idea from that.

After literally pelting Willow with garbage, Luz challenges Boscha to a grudgby match for Willow. Again Luz’s character flaw of overstepping her bounds comes back. She never even considers what Willow might want or the fact that Willow has never even played grudgby before in her life. And that’s when another of Luz’s character flaws comes back hard. This time it’s Luz expecting life to play out like a story, or more specifically, a sports movie.

Holy crap. Is that the thorn-vault? I’ve never noticed that before.

Luz thinks that if they just try really hard they’ll beat someone who has been excelling at the sport for years. No. That’s not how life works, sweetie. I’m starting to think that maybe Luz’s mom was on to something sending her to camp.

Luz manages to convince Willow and Gus to be on board, but Amity...

She’ll be in her bunk.

Meanwhile in the B-plot (that should be my t-shirt by now), Eda is talking about her time when she was star player of her grudgby team when Lilith makes an unexpected appearance to arrest Eda. Lilith notices that Eda is wearing her old ass grudgby uniform and Eda’s response made me laugh.

“No reason. It’s laundry day.”

Lilith gives Eda a quick reality check to remind her that while Eda was good...

Lilith was better.

This photo really confused me and took me a while to realize that that was Eda and Lilith. Lilith gave herself a serious make over after school. Straightened her hair, darkened it, got ride of the glasses. I didn’t even recognize her. 

Since we all got grudgby on the brain, Eda makes a bet. She’ll go with Lilith to The Emperor peacefully if she can beat her in a game of grudgby. Luz is always pulling stuff like this and it works out for her, so why not? Speaking of which.

Willow and Gus teach Luz about grudgby. Luz teaches Willow and Gus about montages and it does not go well at all. The grudgby, I mean. The montage was great. 

In fact it’s so bad that Willow confronts Luz about the thing I was just talking about earlier. You can’t just shonen hero through all your problems. Willow and Gus give up and just leave.

I hate comparing shows because I believe they should stand on their own, but this really does remind me of when Lotte got mad at Akko in Little Witch Academia: The Enchanted Parade. Being innocently insensitive plus expecting life to play out like a movie is not a good combo. 

Luz and Amity have a heart to heart. Luz’s character flaws do come from a place love. Willow is one of the best friend’s she’s ever had and it hurts to watch her get picked on. She’s not trying to make things worse but growing up on a diet of movies and cartoons, this is the only thing she can think of.

Amity reveals that she actually used to be a jock. No joke. She was the captain of the grudgby team before Boscha. But Amity decided to make the game all about her and her teammates got hurt. So felt so bad that she never played again. Amity is rough around the edges, but deep down she’s always cared about people.

Another gay panic later, and Luz gets the right idea this time. Luz forfeits the game and agrees to take all of Willow’s punishment so that Boscha will stop picking on her.

Bitch, works for me! Think fast!

Amity senses the obvious and immediate danger and goes for help. She reminds Willow and Gus that Luz always has good intentions and needs help because that’s what friends do.

This isn’t about “friendship” is it?

Gus and Willow show up to save Luz but you need three on a team. And in true sports movie fashion, the hero arrives in the eleventh hour to save the team. I.E. the only player who is actually good at the game gives the good guys a chance to win.

Let’s get it on!

It’s game on and for a bunch of nerds the game is actually pretty competitive. It’s a magic sport, so Willow focuses on the magic while Amity focuses on the sport. Luz being Luz, even congratulates the other players when they score. Luz discovers every RPG players favorite spell, fire. 

It looks like our heroes pull off the victory in true sports movie fashion when this happens.

I stand by what I said last time. Someone on The Owl House thinks Harry Potter is really fucking stupid. Boscha catches the rusty smidge which means she automatically wins and Luz let’s out two decades of Harry Potter frustration.

But she has a point. If the golden snitch gives your team 150 points and ends the game then the only way to play would be to play defensively and focus all your efforts on finding the snitch. It means there’s literally only one decent way to play the game if you want to win.

“That just invalidates all our efforts! If catching that thing is so important, why do anything else!? There’s no reason to watch any of the other players! THAT’S SUCH A STUPID RULE!”

You tell them, Luz.

But in a twist that everyone saw coming, all the other players (Skara, Cat, Amelie) all had so much fun playing that they invite Willow to join the team. Willow politely declines because Boscha.

But we can’t have Amity help with the season finale so she hurt her leg. Amity panics at the thought of Luz carrying her, so of course Luz picks her up.

“Oh. Wow. Sports.”

Speaking of sports.

It’s game on at The Owl House and Lilith and Eda have a one on one match that’s really close. Eda decides to cheat her way to victory until.

Dammit, Luz!

Eda wins and Lilith vows to return.

The episode ends with Amity joining the fam at The Owl House.

FINAL SCORE: 5 - LOVED IT!

This episode was the best of fun episodes combined with the development of Amity episodes and you get probably my favorite episode. This was so fun and touched on most of the major characters. Even the B-plot is important because now Lilith knows the location of The Owl House. The jokes were funny. It was cute. Just everything.

The Lumity Trilogy ends on a high note. Amity is officially crushing hard on Luz. 

[whumpmatsus]

aaaa are you still taking the sickfic requests?? maybe "don't speak" with choro as the sickie pls?

SickFic Prompts / ACCEPTING!

Don’t Speak - (character) has a horribly sore throat and is reduced to barely talking while they load up on hot drinks and soup to recover.

yesssss always!!! I had so much fun with this, it hit me right in the Honey Nut Feelios and I hope it does the same for u, sunshine 😩

-

After still feeling like total crap for several days while his brothers were almost completely recovered from the cold they’d all caught, Choromatsu finally breaks down and goes to the doctor.

He doesn’t really want to. Being sick is something they all hate, and continuing to suffer after everyone else felt better is just astronomically unfair. Sometimes he thinks he can will himself back to health if only he sleeps and takes medicine and does everything a sick person is supposed to do.

The others prod at him to get checked out, though, considering the fact that lately every time he’s tried to speak, it’s set off a cough and is painful even to those just listening.

When he comes back home with a pharmacy bag and an informational sheet proclaiming that he’s been diagnosed with laryngitis, it explains a lot.

He has little choice but to hand the sheet over to Osomatsu as Karamatsu comes over to help remove his scarf and coat and walk him over to the kotatsu. The eldest of them doesn’t necessarily know best all the time, but usually when one of them is sick or hurt with more than a cold or a tiny scrape, Osomatsu often slides into big brother mode and shows a surprising amount of maturity.

For once, Choromatsu is actually glad his oldest brother is taking charge of the situation.

“Okaaaay, guys,” he calls as Choromatsu settles in at the table. “So this thing says Choromatsu has… acute laryngitis. The doctor thinks it’s because he had a cold, I guess, since it says ‘viral cause’. Huh.”

Everyone else is already seated around the kotatsu since it’s the middle of winter and freezing. Jyushimatsu’s arm shoots up right away. “Oh! What’s laryngitis? That’s a funny word. Are we gonna get it too?”

Choromatsu opens his mouth to try and explain, like usual. Instead, he manages to get out a weak, “Probably not,” before he starts to cough.

“Hey,” Osomatsu pouts as Karamatsu pats the third eldest on the back, “this thing says you’re not supposed to talk if you can help it, Fappymatsu. So, y’know… shut up.”

What he gets in return for his efforts is an unimpressed glare.

Osomatsu grins, running a finger under his nose before looking back at the information sheet. “Well, I’m not wrong! Okay, so… the cold was contagious, but it says the actual laryngitis isn’t. It’s just some kind of throat thing that happened because of the cold. So it might happen for the rest of us, but I doubt it since we’re all feeling better already. Choromatsu just has bad luck, I guess.”

Karamatsu hums in thought and continues to rub his brother’s back. “Hmph, we’re probably safe then. Which means we just have to focus on taking care of our dear brother. How do we do that?”

Choromatsu holds the bag from the pharmacy up, allowing Ichimatsu to snatch it and dump the contents out on the table. He points toward the things he picked up at the doctor’s recommendation ― over-the-counter painkillers, lozenges, a throat spray, and cough syrup. There’s other stuff mixed in too, like tissues and a jar of yuzu-cha and a magazine. Though he could have lived without everyone seeing that, it’s not a huge deal.

Osomatsu waves the paper before picking through everything on the table. “Well, it says they don’t have any kind of prescription to give him. No antibiotics since it’s viral. Looks like it says the cough medicines and painkillers might help. ‘Home remedies may also provide temporary relief’… like tea and soup, huh? So we should probably try to keep the bastard hydrated with warm stuff.”

Karamatsu gets to his feet, grabbing the jar of yuzu-cha on his way. “In that case, why don’t I go mix up some of this for you right now? After being out in the cold air, your throat could probably use something warm. Want me to add a little honey?”

Choromatsu nods eagerly, mouthing, “Yes, please.”

Karamatsu’s face brightens at being useful, and he gives an exaggerated pose before heading into the kitchen. “What a good patient! Your big brother will be back with something soothing before you know it!”

“Hold on,” Totty comments as he scoots the lozenges, spray, and syrup toward him, “did you get all this stuff to take for your throat?”

His eyes scan over the labels, then roll back in his head when he’s finished. “Ah, Choromatsu-nii-san! You can’t take all of these at the same time. See, look. They all say ‘do not use with other medications containing’ ― uh ― well ― w-well, I can’t pronounce the word, but it’s the same one! They must all contain this ingredient, so you can’t take them all in the same day.”

Ichimatsu makes a gesture for Totty to hand them over, then nods after reading them. “Yeah, he’s right. If you take all these in the same day, even if you use each one like the directions say, you’ll be basically overdosing on this shit. Your mouth’ll go numb. Be drooling all over the place and maybe having trouble breathing.”

All the medicine is plucked from his hands by Osomatsu. “Okay, so we’ll rotate ‘em, and I’ll take care of giving it to you whenever you need medicine. Y’know, so that fever doesn’t fry your brain and make you forget which one you’re taking for the day. Which one do you wanna use today?”

Choromatsu lets out a soft groan which only serves to irritate his throat further. He could seriously just kick his own ass for not checking that before he bought all of those. The only excuse he has is that he’s in a lot of pain and not thinking like he normally does. He points to the spray, thinking maybe it’ll feel kind of like sour spray candy; once it gets sprayed on, it melts and lingers for a minute, which might be a nice quality in a medicine for sore throats.

“Alright, open up.” Osomatsu tears off the plastic packaging. “Totty, Ichimatsu, did either of you see how many times I’m supposed to spray this?”

“Two sprays every two hours as needed. But it’s only supposed to stay for fifteen seconds, then he has to spit it out. He’s not supposed to swallow it or it might give him a stomachache. Totty, you wanna go get an empty cup for him to spit in and a glass of water to wash the taste out of his mouth afterwards?”

“What?? Why can’t you do it? Your legs aren’t broken!”

“Yeah, but I’m busy.”

“Are you kidding me? Doing what?!”

Ichimatsu shuffles himself closer to Choromatsu and puts an arm around his big brother. “I’m his emotional support Ichimatsu.”

Choromatsu chuckles a bit, though it turns into coughing pretty quickly.

“Oh, my God. Now you know why you’re not first in my brother rankings, right?” Totty grumbles, but gets up anyway. “Fiiiiine, I’ll be right back.”

The idea of an emotional support anything is nice, though, so Choromatsu leans into the contact, resting his head on Ichimatsu’s shoulder. As it is, the fourth eldest is almost like a cat, warm and cuddly when he feels like it.

His fever must be getting to him, because he could even swear he hears Ichimatsu purring.

-

The next three days in the Matsuno household are, predictably, a little wild.

Although Choromatsu sleeps on the couch in the other room so that his coughing doesn’t wake his brothers, it’s pretty much all for naught. At least one of them ends up missing him in the night and coming to camp out with him anyway; he just counts his lucky stars that when he needs them most, they show themselves to be pretty great brothers.

He also practically lives on soup and tea. Mom and the others try to switch it up a little, because otherwise eating and drinking the same things every day would drive him nuts. Plain miso and zosui were fine for the first day, but after he could breathe through his nose and smell things again, they started offering him other stuff.

Honestly, shogayu and negi-miso-yu have never tasted so good. Now that he can taste the yuzu-cha, too, and Karamatsu prepares some for him at least once in the afternoon, it’s like a small slice of heaven. He’s pretty sure Karamatsu can tell how grateful he is even without words, if the stupidly proud look on his older brother’s face whenever Choromatsu drinks it is any indication.

His throat still hurts like hell for a while. It’s difficult to speak, so Osomatsu, in his infinite wisdom, has relegated his brother to using a mini dry erase board and marker if he needs to say anything. That doesn’t mean Choromatsu doesn’t try to talk. He does his best not to if he doesn’t absolutely need to, however, since he wants to be rid of this thing more than anyone.

Thankfully, everyone is apparently using this as an excuse to treat him nicely. He gets to sit in front of the TV watching Nyaa-chan concerts almost nonstop, while nestling in against his emotional support Ichimatsu. Karamatsu in particular keeps checking every twenty minutes or so to see if there’s anything he can get for his little brother, and whatever Choromatsu asks for, he gets. Hell, at one point he’s craving ice cream, even though milky things aren’t a good idea for someone who’s coughing, and Karamatsu comes back with a melon ice pop, which is almost as good.

Totty even manages to do something nice while typing away on his phone. He says he’s got Choromatsu a date. With a girl. Who likes pop idols. Who’s really excited to meet him as soon as he’s better. He says he texted her a picture of Choromatsu and she thinks he’s really cute. It’s perhaps a good thing that he can’t say much right now, because he’s sure he’d scream loud enough to lose his voice a second time.

Jyushimatsu even sits there on Choromatsu’s other side, and reads magazine articles to him whenever they’re not watching TV. Of course, he doesn’t read the dirty articles… well, he doesn’t read those out loud after the first time he tried and everybody ended up crying with laughter. They all joked that even when he was sick that would be Choromatsu’s main priority, and for once, he laughed along with them despite the fact that it made him cough.

The one who surprises him the most is Osomatsu. Maybe that shouldn’t actually be a surprise, though. He fills the role of diligent oldest brother with a lot more ease than one might expect; he breaks out the thermometer every few hours to make sure Choromatsu’s fever isn’t getting higher, he keeps track of which medicines Choromatsu is supposed to take and when, he helps Mom cook things that will help Choromatsu feel better, and if he’s not doing any of that other stuff, he’s positioned with Choromatsu sitting on his lap, with Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu on either side, running his fingers through his little brother’s hair. It almost feels like the way things were when they were all kids.

Choromatsu is easily tired out when he’s sick, and he’s 99.99999% sure that it’s Osomatsu who carries him to bed every night when he inevitably falls asleep.

Despite the fact that he gives them a lot of shit, and none of them are perfect people, he knows he’s got some pretty amazing brothers.

Today he’s feeling nearly back to his old self, and his throat is less sore than it’s been in over a week. He knows it’s partially thanks to rest and partially thanks to how well his family has been taking care of him. Despite that he’s starting to recover, the others are still treating him much the same as they have been. Tea whenever he wants it ― as well as Karamatsu shoving it in his direction, urging him to drink with that pathetic puppy dog face of his, even when he doesn’t quite want it ― and lots of head pats and the TV turned to whatever he’s in the mood for.

He’s not quite as tired as he’s been lately, so it would be all too effortless to just take advantage of all this. Instead, his thoughts have just kept turning to how grateful he is to have so many people he can count on.

There’s some small part of him that has to admit he can be just as bad as they all are sometimes. He can be selfish and rude and lazy. But when one of his brothers is sick or hurt, he knows he steps up to the plate to try and take care of them. To know that they’re all willing to do the same for him when he’s the one in need makes him happier than he thinks he’s been in a long time.

He’s still got the dumb little whiteboard Osomatsu gave him, because his voice isn’t back to normal just yet. For a moment, he scribbles on it, then he holds it up for Osomatsu who’s sitting behind him. “Hey, Oso,” he speaks up in a quiet, breathy, raspy voice.

“Uh…! Hey, dumbass, you’re not supposed to be talking yet,” Osomatsu laughs, then lifts his head to look at the board. “… Huh? Choromatsu… hey…”

He laughs in a way that makes it sound like he’s about to cry, then takes the board and waves it to get everyone else’s attention. “Hey, guys! Haha… look! Look at this shit!”

Four other pairs of eyes turn in their direction. Practically as soon as everyone has processed what Choromatsu has written, he’s buried in a pile of brothers. He gets arms put around him, and kisses on his forehead, and everyone nuzzling against his face. They’re all laughing in that same way Osomatsu did…

… Well, until they all start actually crying. Including Choromatsu himself.

The whiteboard falls to the ground, mostly forgotten, but the words written on it hanging over the sextuplets like a rainbow.

Thanks for everything. I love you guys. 💚

[kaimelia]

Would you write a story about Addison, Henry and Jake visiting Amelia for a few days and Ellis or Bailey or Zola being really jealous of Henry and that he calls her Aunty Amelia because she's their aunt and not his.

Homage

a/n: hi! thank you for the prompt and I hope you enjoy this!

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"Who the hell is knocking on our door at 9 AM?" Amelia groaned, shifting her son onto her other hip. "Are your parents coming to visit again?" Link shrugged and pushed past her gently, rubbing his tired eyes as he opened the door and pulled on a mask.

"Hello-oh," Link's eyebrows rose, and Amelia paused from in the kitchen.

"Who is it?" She waited for a minute, pouring cereal into a bowl and placing it in front of Ellis at the table. "Elle, go grab the milk," she muttered, rushing towards the door.

"Amelia!" Her eyes widened at the familiar face in the doorway, and before she could think, she was rushing towards Addison for a hug.

"Addie, what the hell are you doing here? Oh, crap," Amelia pulled away and grabbed a mask from the table by the door.

"We all got tested this morning, don't worry. I came to visit you! You can't just have a baby and not expect me to visit; god, he's so adorable!" The red-headed woman held her arms out and grabbed Scout, immediately pressing her nose to his head. "I miss having a baby; their heads smell so amazing." Link laughed softly and pulled his mask off.

"Oh, Addie, you haven't met Link yet," Amelia leaned into his body, wide grins across both of their faces as he wrapped his arm around her.

"We've met over the phone, Amy."

"Amelia."

"Right, sorry. I knew if I called, you would've said no, and we all needed a vacation." Addison bounced her nephew up and down, smiling as he grabbed at her necklace.

"Is someone else here? You said we all," Amelia muttered under her breath, stepping out onto the porch. "Jake!" She ran down the steps and into the driveway, grinning as she wrapped her arms around her friend's neck.

"It's good to see you, Amelia," he opened the door to reveal Amelia's godson, much bigger than the last time she'd seen him.

"Henry! You're so big, now!" She picked him up, placing a kiss on his cheek before setting him down.

"I'll be honest; I never thought I would see the day when Amelia Shepherd was chasing four kids around all day," Jake mused, taking his son's hand. Amelia grinned.

"Neither did I, if I'm honest." They walked back up to the porch, where Link and Jake shook each other's hands firmly, their partners both rolling their eyes at the sight of their seriousness. "Okay, are you done?" Amelia grabbed her boyfriend's arm. "There are three very impatient kids in that house, and we should probably get back in there." They led Addison, Jake, and Henry into the house, introducing each of them to the children. Eventually, Link and Jake led all of the children outside, leaving Addison and Amelia alone with the baby.

"I like him," Addison brought her mug of tea up to her lips, taking a sip slowly before continuing. "Link, he seems like the perfect guy. Awfully tall, though."

"He is. Both tall and perfect," Amelia grinned. "I'm waiting for Jake to come back in here and tell me what he thinks. He was always a little overprotective of who I was dating, so if he can get past Jake, everything's fine." The neurosurgeon lifted her son from his play mat, holding him close to her as she approached her sister again.

"He looks exactly like Derek when he was a baby."

"You think?" Addison nodded.

"Mhm. I spent far too much time in your mother's house panning through dusty photo albums and staring at photos of him as a baby to not see it." She set her mug down, holding her arms out. "Have you told your Mom?"

"I did. She said she'd come and visit after the pandemic is over, but I'm pretty sure that'll never happen," Amelia handed Scout to her sister, picking up her own cup of tea. "I'm fine with it. Link's parents are both great, and his Mom honestly treats me like the daughter she's never had, so I don't need my Mom to come out here and validate all of my life decisions."

"You want her here. I said the same thing for a while, telling myself I didn't need Bizzy to approve of anything, but it feels good to have the support." Amelia sighed, easing her empty mug into the kitchen sink.

"So, you just showed up here to therapist me? I would've told you to at least bring Violet for that."

"Amelia, I'm just saying. You've built this whole life for yourself, the perfect boyfriend, your own family, your dream job, and I know you haven't always been close with your biological family."

"Haven't ever been close," Amelia muttered.

"Still. That doesn't mean that you can't build relationships with them. Think about how spoiled Scout would get on every birthday and holiday; gifts from his grandparents, aunts, cousins, friends, parents, everyone." The neurosurgeon shrugged her shoulders and remained silent. "But, whatever happens, you know I'll be here for you, right?"

"You don't have to try and parent me anymore; you know that?" Addison began to pace around the kitchen space, bouncing Scout up and down to calm his light fussing.

"I still feel protective over you, Amelia. I haven't seen you in person in years, and we both know that talking over the phone is so much different than being able to see you. I'm going to be coming up here a lot more often now; I have Scout as an excuse to come and visit." Scout cooed at the sound of his name, placing his tiny hand on Addison's face. "He's way too adorable for me to see all of his life through a screen. I'll be coming up at least three times a year."

"You've gotta bring Henry every time, too," Amelia looked outside, where her boyfriend was chasing her godson around the yard. "And Jake. I missed all of you; maybe Link and I will start coming down to L.A. a few times a year. He'd love to go surfing."

"Mm, maybe you two should just move down there." Amelia rolled her eyes.

"Well, if Meredith doesn't get better, Link and I get custody of the kids, and I doubt we'd be moving if that happens."

"For whatever it's worth, you're doing an incredible job with all of them. Having a newborn is no joke, and you're parenting three other kids during a pandemic on top of that? Charlotte keeps saying it's your payback for teasing her about the triplets." The door opened, and Link walked through with Ellis on his back, her giggles causing everyone to smile.

"Someone took a nasty fall, but we thought it would be better with a juice box," he walked towards the fridge and opened it, leaning down so Ellis could grab a juice box from the refrigerator.

"Auntie Amelia?" She looked over to see Henry standing in the doorway. "Can Scout come outside to play with us?" Amelia grinned and took Scout from her sister, walking over to where Henry was standing.

"You have to be super gentle with him," she whispered, leading Henry back outside. "Why don't I give Scout to your Dad, and he can make sure that everyone's being safe, okay?" Henry nodded enthusiastically and ran over to his father, tugging at the leg of his pants as Jake took Scout. "If he fusses, just walk around. The movement calms him down."

"Are you all gonna come back outside or just pawn off all the children on me?" Amelia laughed and crossed her arms over her chest, watching as her son snuggled into Jake's body.

"I'll go get Addison and Link," she muttered, heading back over to the door and calling for them.

"Auntie Amelia? I have a question," Ellis whispered, holding her arms up to her aunt. Amelia lifted her and sat down at the picnic table.

"What is it, Elle?"

"Why does Henry call you Auntie Amelia? You're my Auntie Amelia, not his." She shook her head in amusement, brushing back some of Ellis' blonde hair.

"Well, Addison is my sister too, just like your Mom is, so I'm Henry's Auntie, too." Ellis pouted her lip out.

"But you love me more, right?"

"I love you all, Elle; I don't love one of you more than the other." Amelia began to braid her niece's hair as she spoke, Ellis' eyes falling to where Link was playing with Henry and Bailey. "You're my niece, and Henry is my nephew. Just like I'm your aunt, and Maggie is also your aunt. That doesn't mean that you love one of us more,"

"You're my favorite Auntie." Amelia laughed softly, biting her lip to hide the satisfaction she felt.

"Well, I don't have a favorite. I love all of you, but I'm excited to see Henry right now because I never get to see him. I get to see you every day, Elle." The brunette tied a hairband around her niece's hair and hugged the girl lightly before standing up. "Let's go play with them, okay?" Ellis took her hand, and they walked over to the playscape, where Ellis quickly scampered up the ladder to the top of the structure. "How long are you staying?" She asked Jake as he paced around the lawn, bouncing Scout up and down.

"We're up here for a week. Figured we'd spend some time with you, go up to Mount Rainier, just do anything to give Henry a change of scenery." He moved to stand next to Amelia. "I like Link. He seems good, more relaxed than I expected for someone you'd be dating." Her mouth fell open before quickly turning up into a smirk.

"Hey, I haven't managed to corrupt him yet. I'm sure next time you come to visit, he’ll be a pessimist."

"Are you happy? Because last time I saw you, this was the life you didn't want to live. Every time someone brought out a baby, you'd practically gag and complain about women and babies."

"You know, I never thought I wanted this, but honestly? I wouldn't trade it for anything." She looked over at her son, his bright blue eyes staring back at her. "I'm happy, Jake. I really am."

[dreaming-of-assclass]

Nagisa getting angry at the whole class/or group 4 hc’s? The reason could be something about tainting Sakura or something? I just love mad Nagisa. Hope you’re doing well 🙌

Wait I love this so much omg, an opportunity to have him go apeshit like he deserved!! 💚 I love the idea of involving Sakura but I changed it up a bit ^^; Also if it's ok, I decided to write a short one-shot!

(Nagisa gets angry, 3-E gets put in their places and learns to be more humble) One-Shot!!

It was Day 5 of their assigned punishment, volunteering at the school. It was safe to say that majority of the class accepted it by this point and chose to focus on positives. even enjoying the time that was spent there.

The more damage they noticed, the more determined they were to fix the building and give the kids a proper place to learn. Chiba, who led the architect aspects, was especially endeared towards them, probably because he had younger sisters of his own.

The class all had divvied up their tasks. A large portion focused mainly on repairs and handiwork, but often alternated so people could have breaks too. Another big part of the class focused on entertaining the kids and helping Matsukata with the lessons.

A lot of students, the ones with high grades, were also involved in tutoring the children and generally helping out if it was needed. Kanzaki, Fuwa, Mimura, to name a few.

Nagisa figured he was in the very small minority of his classmates who was really only spending time with one child. Actually, scratch that, he was the only one.

But it wasn't like he minded! Sure, Sakura could be a brat and she was prickly at times. All the time... but she was just a kid! A kid who had already been conditioned into thinking she was a hopeless case! Of course, Nagisa would do everything in his power to help her feel better about herself.

After all, he knew exactly how it felt.

But Nagisa wasn't completely oblivious. Even if his attention was on her, he didn't miss the eye-roll exchanges amongst his classmates. Or the annoyed sigh his friends would give if he mentioned tutoring Sakura.

It left a very bad taste in his mouth, but he wisely chose to ignore it, pretend like he didn't hear anything before going back towards Sakura with new worksheets in hand.

This had continued on since the second day of their volunteering, so for a few days now. The subtle quirks of their eyebrows, quiet scoffs, whispering amongst each other.

Nagisa liked to believe that his classmates weren't snobby or problematic. But their behavior was seriously starting to piss him off now, and if it continued, he wasn't sure if he could shut up any longer.

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Of course, it had to be Sugino first.

Nagisa loved his best friend truly, but never did he feel so strong of an urge to sock him in the head.

They were all walking back home, as it was the end of the day and their after-school time at the school was done. The children had left first, then Class E stayed to do some extra work and help Matsukata before leaving themselves.

Like usual, Class E was split up. Some kids walked far along in their own groups, chatting. Others had already turned down their streets, ready to head home. Nagisa was in the back with Sugino, Kayano, Kanzaki, Okuda, Terasaka, and Nakamura.

Karma hadn't come in that day, claiming he was sick. Well...not surprising.

They were walking, feet sore from the day and their bags weighing over their shoulders. It was mostly Nakamura and Kayano talking, with a couple quips from Terasaka.

Nagisa was mostly just zoning out, thinking of what his mom would say or do tonight. Was she working late? Should he grab some groceries? Should he do the laundry-?

"Hellooooo~!" A hand waved in front of his face and Nagisa jolted up to see Sugino grinning at him expectedly. "Dude, wake up!"

"Sorry about that," Nagisa replied quickly (automatically) before smiling back. "What's up?"

"I was just gonna ask if you'd be up for leaving the volunteering stuff early tomorrow with me and Karma. He said he found a cool new comic shop to check out."

Nagisa bit his lip to stop from laughing out loud. Karma and Sugino really went from being "enemies" to now inviting him to their plans. Oh, the irony.

"Mm sorry, but I have to make the most use of that time to help Sakura. Maybe another time?" He offered.

Sugino's smile quirked. Ah, there it was.

"Man, that sucks."

Nagisa's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"

"That you have to miss out on studying and fun just to tutor some bratty kid," Sugino retorted without missing a beat.

Nagisa's jaw almost dropped. Sugino liked kids. Where the heck was this coming from? "What's your problem?" He demanded.

At this point, the whole group had quieted down to watch them both with interest. Nakamura's lips were upturned as she crossed her arms. Terasaka's body posture appeared lax, but a sharp glint was in his eyes. Kayano just looked worried

Sugino carded his hand through his hair, frustrated. "Look, I just think you should leave her alone. She's still got a terrible attitude and isn't grateful at all for anything."

"She's just a kid!" Nagisa shot back, feeling his chest grow taut. "And if you bothered to pay attention, you'd see that it has improved. She needs someone to believe in her."

"No offense, Nagisa," a voice cut in. It was Nakamura stepping forward, her blue eyes similar to that of a shark's. "But I've heard you say that about a lot of things that never change."

"Not to mention, that it doesn't have to be your obligation to do everything for her," Kayano chimed in hesitantly.

"Honestly, I just don't get how you can even be around her for too long," Terasaka added. "She's so annoying."

"Enough!" Nagisa snapped loudly, feeling a familiar venom shoot up inside of him. It settled into his veins, on a pathway to pump inside of his heart.

All of his friends stiffened, but he couldn't bring himself to care at that moment. He continued sharply, "You know, this hubris you guys have...is what caused us to be in this situation in the first place."

He shook his head. "You just never learn your lesson, do you? You're all trashing on this literal child, when she's just like us!"

"Nagisa-" Sugino tried to interject, but Nagisa stopped him.

"We've been treated like losers. We've been talked down to by almost every adult in our lives." His voice got louder as his chest tightened. "We know what it's like to feel hopeless! And that's exactly how Sakura feels, so why don't you want to fix that?!"

Kayano was the first to lower her head.

"You know, we're lucky. Just because we have a crazy teacher and get to learn about assassination with cool gadgets doesn't change who we are," he continued. "We're still students who struggle. We're normal people who have failed but we got back up on our feet. We know we can do better. But lately, we've just been acting like the same people who treat us like crap!"

He let out a heavy breath. "And come on guys..." He lifted his gaze to meet theirs. "Let's not act like we're any better. I mean, look at how immature and bratty we've been!"

He gestured to Nakamura. "The first thing you tried to say after we were caught was that it was Matsukata's fault for being there."

The blonde flinched.

He turned to Terasaka, leveling his gaze with his. "And you almost blew me up on the first day of school for money!" He let his words out in one breathless laugh."

He turned towards Sugino. "And dude? You said some pretty mean stuff back when we first got Ritsu."

Both guys averted their gazes, their mouths downturned.

Nagisa sighed. "The point is, that we're not perfect. We've come a long way, but we've made mistakes and we can accept that. So please extend that energy towards this 12-year old who genuinely needs support."

The anger inside him had cooled down now, like how lava and molten rock gradually formed into solid rock. He watched his friends pensively. They all wore expressions of guilt and shame.

"You're right, man," Sugino said quietly. "I'm sorry." The others followed suit, and Nagisa felt a weight relieve his shoulders.

"Just..." Nagisa brushed back his bangs. "Give her a chance, guys. She's more than just an ungrateful brat."

"Of course, Nagisa," Kayano offered him a tiny smile, which he returned.

"And," Nagisa straightened up and fixed his gaze on Sugino. "You better wait to visit that comic shop until I'm free."

We're okay. I forgive you.

Sugino's lips turned up. "Sure, man."

[elianamarie-blog]

The Things You Give Part 9

A/N: This has been an amazing journey with you guys! Thanks so much!

A few days had passed since Jackie found out and things were going surprisingly well and as for Steven’s dad—well, Kitty tried but would chicken out.

Y/N sat with her mom at the kitchen table, trying to convince her to tell Steven when he got home, which was in ten minutes.

“Mom, he has the right to know,” Y/N said. “You need to tell him now.”

Kitty fiddled with her coffee mug. “I know, but I don’t know how to tell him. He’s gone through a hard time already. I don’t know if this will make things worse.”

Y/N gave her a deadpan look. “Mom. I’m serious, this could make his life better!”

Kitty sighed. “I don’t know. I gotta figure out a way to let him know gently.”

“Have Dad help you!” Y/N suggested.

“Help you with what?” Red asked, entering the kitchen.

“Can you help Mom tell Steven about his real dad?” she asked and got up to stand next to him. “She doesn’t know how to tell him and I thought since you’re so good at telling people things, you can be the one to do it.”

Red opened the drawer, rummaging through it. “What makes you think I can tell him?” He continued to rummage through the drawer. “Kitty, where are the damn keys?”

“On the counter in front of you,” Kitty answered nonchalantly.

“Oh,” he said and grabbed them.

“’Cause you don’t care about people’s feeling and is the most blunt person I know,” Y/N said, returning Red to the conversation.

Red stood straighter, looking at his daughter. “You’re right. I am.”

“Please, Daddy,” Y/N begged, giving him the puppy eyes that she knew worked on him—only when it was reasonable. “It would really help me and Mommy out. You don’t have to say anything, you can just be there for support.”

“Oh, damn,” he said exasperated. “How do I always get dragged into this?”

“Because you love us,” Y/N said and kissed her dad’s cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he grunted, trying to hide a smile.

“Steven should be home any minute,” Y/N said. “I wonder how he’s going to take it.”

“Take what?” Hyde asked suddenly, coming through the sliding door.

“Oh, Steven, honey, you’re home,” Kitty said, jumping out of her chair.

“Yeah, I’m home,” he said, confused. “What’s going on?”

“Uhm… take a seat,” Y/N said, pulling a chair out from the table and moving it in front of her parents. “There’s something we need to tell you.”

Hyde’s stomach dropped at the thought of what was going to happen. They know, don’t they? Oh, God they know. Hyde studied Red’s face, but instead of fire and smoke coming out of his ears, he wore his usual annoyed expression. So, if that’s not it, then what is it?

“Steven,” Kitty started. “There’s no easy way to tell you, but um, when you fell off the water tower a few days ago, I looked into your file and well, um,” she looked at Hyde’s face and knew that she couldn’t tell him. “Red, you tell him.”

“Oh, for cripes sake,” he mumbled and turned to Steven. “Steven, who we thought was your father isn’t your father. We found out who your real dad is.”

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. “What?”

“His name is William Barnette and he lives in Milwaukee,” Kitty said. “I understand that you may have a lot of feelings and emotions. Maybe you want to cry.” Kitty pressed her lips into a thin line and shook her head, almost with a hopeful expression on her face. “We won’t tell him if you cry.”

“I’ll tell him,” Red said, rolling his eyes.

“Would you please?” Kitty asked feeling frustrated. “Steven, are you okay?”

“Well,” he started, pausing. “I don’t really know the guy who’s supposed to be my dad and obviously, I don’t know this new guy.” He shook his head and shrugged. “So, I-I don’t really care.”

He started walking away and Y/N jumped up to follow after him. “I’ll go talk to him,” she whispered, reassuring Kitty. “Steven you have to care! He could be someone who is way better than Bud. Someone who actually cares!”

They reached the basement, but Steven turned to her. “If he cared, then where the hell has he been for the last eighteen years?” he asked her roughly.

“Maybe he didn’t know,” she said, giving William Barnette the benefit of the doubt. “Maybe your mom was already with Bud when she found out she was pregnant with you.”

Hyde leaned his hands on the back of the couch, back hunched over. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Bud and Edna split on me already, so it doesn’t make a difference that he did either.”

Even though he didn’t show it, Y/N knew he was hurting and confused. Seeing him this way made her heart hurt for him. She went up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso, forehead resting against his back. Hyde’s head hung low, questions swimming through, making him feel like he was almost drowning.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked him quietly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he said. “He bailed on me like everyone else.”

“Hey,” she said and spun him around. “Just because Edna and Bud left you doesn’t mean that he did.” She wanted to mention how her family took him in and loved him as their own, but she knew this wasn’t about her. “You don’t know what happened.”

She wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling him in a tight comforting hug. “I think you should meet him.”

He pulled away suddenly and jerked his body away from her. “Are you freaking kidding me? No! The guy didn’t bother to come looking for me all these years, why should I go looking for him?”

“Because he has the right to know that he has a son!” she shot back. “You have this stuck in your mind that he abandoned you, but you don’t know that. What if he doesn’t know that he has a son? Or another son he doesn’t know about? He could have other kids too and you’d have siblings.”

“I already have a half-brother that I don’t talk to,” he said and sat down on the couch. “Why would I need more?”

“Oh, c’mon Steven,” she said and sat next to him. “Aren’t you just a little bit curious?”

“No, I’m not,” he responded, feeling irritated. “And will you lay off? I don’t want to talk about this right now. I just found out about the guy not even five minutes ago.”

Y/N backed off and sat back. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” he said and sighed. “I just need some time.”

“Okay,” she whispered and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Take all the time you need.”

She reached an arm across his chest and hugged him. He rested his hand on her arm and leaned his head against hers.

There was a beat of silence before Y/N spoke up. “Steven?”

He hummed in response.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she barley whispered, terrified of his reaction.

He froze, his heart beating rapidly. How does he respond to that? No, she can’t. She can’t love him. He’s spent his whole life being unloved and being told that no one would love him. Is she crazy or delusional? Why, why would she love him? Did he love her too? It would explain a lot, but he couldn’t love her. The minute he did, his walls would come down and that’s when all the bad things would start happening again. He wanted to so bad; he wanted to tell her he loved her too, but his mouth ran dry and suddenly it was hard to speak. He knows he told her a few nights before that he thought if he had to settle it down it would be with her, but damn, the thought of it becoming a realty scared the crap out of him.

“Steven?” she asked, lifting her head and looking at him. “Did you hear me?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah. I did.”

She caught on to his attitude and unwrapped her arms from him, scooting away from him. She mentally kicked herself for opening her big mouth again. But she was also confused. Why would he freeze now when he talked about possibly settling down? “Um, you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

He jerked his head to look at her only to see her looking hurt. Even though she was putting on a brave face, he could see her fighting with herself to hide the hurt. That’s when he noticed a single tear slip down her cheek.

“Oh, c’mon please don’t cry,” he said turning his body fully to her. “It’s just…it’s not that I don’t feel the same way, I just don’t understand why you do.”

She looked at him with blurry eyed vision. “Because you’re real,” she answered fully. “You don’t try to impress anyone or show yourself to anyone because you don’t care. You don’t care what they think. You want something, you go for it. And that shows me that you’re here because you want to be, not because you want something out of me.”

He swallowed hard and kept looking at her sad face. He knew that she was referencing to Zack. And Hyde really did have feelings for her, so why was this so hard? He didn’t respond so she kept talking.

“I know that sounds ironic because, I mean, how we started and everything, but after you stayed with me after Zack and still wanted to be with me after our night together, I knew you weren’t just doing this just because I’m a good lay. I see how you are with me versus every other girl you’ve been with. You treat me better and you’re different than all the other guys. And I love that about you.”

“But you don’t want to love me,” he responded. “I’m not someone that’s easy to love. If I had a nickel every time I heard that growing up, I’d be a millionaire.”

“Who said love was easy though? I mean we are two individual people loving someone who is different from us. Why don’t you want me to love you?”

“Because, man, I …” he paused and rubbed the back of his neck.  “Look, the people I love – they tend to split on me, all right? My dad did it twice. My mom did it. Leo’s freaking gone, too. Why the hell wouldn’t I think you’d be next? I mean, you almost left for Denver. People who say they ‘love’ me, tend to leave. It doesn’t matter who they are.”

A small, hopeful smile slowly broke out onto her face. “Did you just say you love me?”

Hyde looked away from her. “I didn’t say that.”

“Yes, you did,” she argued with a smile.

“Yes…no. Y/N focus!” he said, causing her to smile even more. “That’s not what I’m trying to tell you.”

“I know exactly what you’re trying to tell me,” she said and straddled his lap, cupping his face. He rested his hands on her hips as he stared up at her lovely face.  “I know that it’s scary to love someone when everyone has left. But I’m here to stay, if you’ll have me.”

Hyde closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. He placed his hand over hers and kissed her palm. Her heart rate picked up and knowing that she was the only one who would see this side of him made her feel warm and happy. “The way I feel about you … I’ve never felt about a girl before. Usually I can’t wait for a chick to bail on me. The quicker the better. But you, I want you around.”

Y/N leaned in and kissed him slowly, savoring the moment. When she pulled away, she looked deep into his eyes. “You can trust that I’m not going to abandon you. All I’ve ever wanted was to be loved back. Not like someone to treat me like Zack did. I would never split on you. You give me more than what any other man can give me. You give me a safe space and a home. No other person has ever given me that before, and that’s all I’ve ever really wanted.”

“This isn’t easy for me,” he admitted, his voice weak. “Hearing all this and even having to say my feelings out loud…it feels like I could be sick. Because saying this makes it real.”

“Feeling it makes it real,” she said. “And me saying it to you doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“I’m starting to believe that you want to stick around,” he said with a small smile.

“I do,” she responded. “Even just the thought of me leaving and hurting you kills me inside. I promise to stay.”

“Then I guess you’ll be hearing me say, ‘I love you’ the longer you’re with me, the more of a chance that kind of thing will slip out. It’s all about odds, man. Like rolling dice. Playing craps. Your number’s gotta come up some time.”

Y/N grinned brightly at his handsome face. “Then I’ve got great odds because I’m never leaving you.”

He placed his hand on her upper back and brought her lips down to hers and kissed her passionately. She pulled back and leaned her forehead against his.

“By the way, I love you too,” she said and he smiled on her lips before deepening the kiss. She brought him closer to her and tangled her tongue with his. The kiss started getting heated and as doing so, Hyde traced his hands down her back to her ass and firmly held them in place.

At that moment, Donna, Jackie, and Eric were coming through the basement door.

Donna in front, Eric in the back with Jackie in the middle, Donna saw Hyde and Y/N embraced in each other who quickly pulled apart and scrambled away from each other. Before Eric could see what was happening, Donna quickly slammed the door, shutting everybody out.

“Uh, Donna?” Jackie asked.

“I think Y/N has a guy over,” she responded, careful not to reveal any information.

“Oh gross!” Eric shouted. “Not on the couch!”

“Unfortunately, so,” Donna responded.

“Great, now I’m gonna have to burn it,” Eric responded. “Well, where are we supposed to go?”

“Let’s just go upstairs,” Donna said and pushed them back up the stairs.

“Were they…?” Jackie whispered.

“Looks like they were about to,” Donna whispered back.

“Thank you,” she sighed as they made their way back up the stairs.

                                               ⧝⧝⧝

Fez and Jackie sat in her room that night, kissing and talking, but mainly kissing. Fez loved the way her lips felt on his, but she wanted to see if that spark would return. She was having a war within herself. She told everyone that she and Fez had decided to work it out, but if she—and Fez—were being honest, it was a lie. They only said they worked things out to put on a brave face for the group. Only so that they could get the others to lay off while they figured things out.

Jackie hummed and placed her hands on Fez’s chest and gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss. “Fez, we need to talk.”

“Talk about how a fantastic kisser you are?” he purred.

Jackie smiled at that and looked at him. “You’re sweet, but no. We need to talk about us.”

He leaned back a little, a worried expression on his face. “Yes, my love?”

She looked into his puppy eyes and wanted to cry right there and then. She couldn’t take living a lie anymore, but she also didn’t want to hurt him. She knew he loved her, he’s always loved her, but why…why did she have to feel like this? Why was she so crazy about him before and now she’s…not? It hurts to feel this way. At first, she thought it was because of her homelife situation and maybe those feelings would return. But then she realized that she should’ve leaned on him more and have their love grow, but it didn’t. Instead she pulled away and didn’t even think about him much.

Maybe she’s messed up like her mom. Which, the thought scares her. She doesn’t want to be anything like her mom. Instead, she wished she was more like Donna and Eric, as gross as that sounded to her. Or even like Kitty and Red. That was a couple she could look up to. They were solid, stable, and stuck by each other through thick and thin. Her mom bailed the second her dad went to prison. She would never admit to anyone how nights she cried herself to sleep.

“This isn’t easy,” she behind and the sadness and worry in his eyes made her want to change her mind, but she couldn’t. “I’m having a hard time with home right now and I know I’ve been kinda distant.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” he says. “I just want you to be happy.”

Jackie groaned. “Fez, you’re such a wonderful, wonderful guy and I am so lucky to have you, but—”

“But what?”

“I can’t believe that I’m actually going to say this, but I don’t think I can juggle my family, my senior year, and having a boyfriend…”

“So, what are you saying?” Fez asked. “You want to break up?”

Jackie’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, Fez. This has been the best year of my life. Because of you, I’ve become a better person. You’ve shown me what truly matters and I will always thank you for it, but I can’t keep going through this relationship pretending to be all in. It’s not fair to either of us.”

“I can’t believe this,” Fez said and stood from the bed. “I thought you said that I was the guy you’ve always wanted.”

“I know, I know,” Jackie said and sprang from the bed to stand with him. “And I know how stupid I’m being for doing this, but I can’t keep doing this to you. I love you, Fez and I don’t want to lose you completely. When everything calms down, I’d like to start things back up again.”

“You’re asking me to wait for you? Are you serious?”

“I’ll wait for you if you wait for me,” she answered and grabbed his hand. “I just need time to figure out my feelings and emotions.”

“No, I know how this goes,” he said, snatching his hand back. “You want me to wait for you but you don’t have to and will start talking to other people. And then when I do, you’ll get pissed at me. This is a controlling tactic and I won’t have it.”

“No, Fez that’s not—”

He struck up a hand to silence her. “I said good day.”

“But Fez!”

Tears started to well up in his eyes. “I said good—” He couldn’t finish the sentence, choking up. Without saying anything else, he turned on his heel and stormed out of her room.

“Fez!” she called after him, but he was already gone.

                                   --Time Skip--      

           Later that night in Y/N ’s room, Y/N spent half the evening with Donna, comforting Jackie. They both held her as she cried into Y/N ’s shoulder and Donna holding her hand. This time was a different kind of cry—a deep hurt cry.

           “I hate that I hurt him,” she said after telling them the story. “I didn’t even want to end it.”

           “I know, Jackie,” Y/N soothed. “But you said it yourself that there were no more sparks.”

           “I know, but I still love him!” she wailed.

           “Do you love him?” Donna asked. “Or are you in love with him? There’s a difference you know?”

           “How?” Jackie asked.

           “When you love someone, you could love them as a friend or family; You don’t look at them as anything beyond that. You want the best for them. You love like you love like me or Y/N , or Hyde or Eric. But when you’re in love with someone,” Donna continued and brushed hair away from face. “It changes your world completely. You sacrifice things for them, sometimes just to be with them. You put them first before yourself and you always want to be close to them.”

            Y/N looked at Donna who then looked at Y/N back. Y/N had a small smile on her face and looked back down to Jackie. She hadn’t told either of them yet.

           “I don’t know,” Jackie sniffled. “I really don’t. I feel like I should be so in love with him like I was with Michael, but for some reason I’m not.”

           “Well, then there’s your answer,” Y/N answered gently.

           “But I hurt him so much,” she said, her voice sounding like gravel. “I normally don’t hurt this much if I hurt someone. Why?”

           “Maybe because you really do love him and you don’t know how to feel about it?” Y/N questioned, not knowing herself.

           “I don’t know!” Jackie wailed. “For years, I thought my mom loved my dad and that’s what marriage should look like, but after she left my dad after he was thrown in prison, I don’t know what real love is like. I thought I loved Michael. And then I thought I loved Steven. I’ve loved the wrong guys, but then Fez…Fez is different. He’s been there for me emotionally and physically.” Her eyes grew wide at the sudden realization. “Oh my God, what did I just do?!”

            Y/N and Donna shushed her comfortingly and hugged her tighter. “It’s okay, Jackie. It’ll be okay,” Donna said.

           Jackie continued to sob. “I’m just like my mom: broken.”

           “Jackie, you’re not broken,” Y/N said sternly and made her look at her. “Just because your mom did awful stuff doesn’t mean you’re like her. It’s okay to be confused. It’s okay to not know what you want. Fez is a big boy, he’ll be okay. Just like you’ll be okay. If it’s meant to be, it’s always will be. It will always find a way. Do you understand? You’re not your parents, you are your own individual person. By feeling that way, you will eventually end becoming like her. If you don’t want to be like her, you have to fight it.”

           She nodded her hand and wrapped her arms around Y/N ’s neck. “Thank you, Y/N. You guys are the bestest friends I’ve ever had. I’m going to go talk to my mom and then find Fez.”

           She got up, wiping at her face, and left the room leaving Donna and Y/N alone.

           “That was really amazing what you told her,” Donna commented.

           “I can say the same about you,” Y/N replied. “You’re very wise about love.”

           “Well, I’ve been in love with the same boy since childhood,” she shrugged and smiled.

           “Yeah, I understand it now,” Y/N said, smiling.

           Donna caught on to this. “No way!”

           “Way,” Y/N laughed.

           “You love him?!” Donna asked. “Did he say it back?”

           “In his own way,” Y/N said and smiled. “He’s slowly bringing down those walls he’s been holding up for so long.”

           “Tell me all about it,” Donna said, grinning.

           “Okay, so, this is what happened.”

                                                                ⧝⧝⧝

           “If you could pick any superpower, what would it be?” Kelso asked as everyone sat around the circle later that night. “I think I would like speed. Like the Flash. So, that I could run around and do it with every hot chick in Wisconsin at lightning speed! Maybe in the entire world!”

          Y/N laughed. “If you do that, women would barley feel anything.”

           “Nuh uh,” Kelso said.

           “And you would probably have every STD known to man,” Donna giggled.

           “Well, what would you guys have then?” Kelso asked defensively.

           “I don’t know,” Donna said in thought. “I think I’d have something like Wonder Woman.”

           “I can see that,” Y/N responded. “Mine would be Spider-Man. Or no! Spider-Woman. Her new comic book just came out last year!” She took the joint from Eric’s fingers and inhaled the wonderful green plant.

           “Hey, that was mine!” Eric whined. “I was going to choose Spider-Man!”

           “No, you weren’t,” Y/N said, passing the joint to Steven who was sitting quietly, listening to the conversation. “You were going to choose something stupid like The Force.”

           “It is NOT—” Eric yelled, but stopped abruptly and placed his finger on his lips, shaking his head and frowning. “It is not stupid!”

           “Listen, Bro, if I had to sit through Star Wars or gauge my own eyes out, I would say hand me the scissors.”

           “How dare you spew that blasphemy!” Eric shouted. “How are you my twin?”

           “We’re twins, not clones,” Y/N laughed along with gang who were enjoying this.

           “You guys are such dorks,” Hyde laughed.

           “Yeah? What would choose Hyde?” Kelso asked.

           “Fire, man!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “Like, my whole body would go up in flames and I can throw fire!”

           “Like the Human Torch?” Eric asked.

           “Man, do you always have to bring comic books into this?” Hyde asked him.

           “Yes,” Eric deadpanned.

           “If I could have any superpower, it would be to go back in time and see why Jackie stopped loving me,” Fez piped up, his voice breaking.

           “Awe, Fezie,” Y/N cooed, her heart breaking. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” She went over to where he was sitting and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and held him close.

           “Man, are you going to start crying?” Hyde asked and Y/N shot him a glare.

           “Yeah, if you’re going cry, I’m going to leave,” Kelso said.

           “Will you guys shut up?” Y/N snapped. “Our friend is hurting and you’re not being good friends right now.” Y/N tugged him closer and rested her chin on his head.

           Hyde would never admit it, but he felt kind of guilty.

           “Sorry,” Kelso said sheepishly. “Look, Fez, when Jackie dumped me, I know I wasn’t showing it, I was really sad too.”

           “Man, you freaking cried too!” Hyde said.

           “Shut up! No I didn’t!” Kelso yelled and turned to Fez. “But after I looked in the mirror and saw how beautiful I am, I felt better and realized Jackie was always a bitch.”

           “Don’t you say that!” Fez shouted, standing up. “Don’t you ever say that! Jackie is the woman I love and if you can’t respect that you can leave!”

           “Fez, I didn’t—” Kelso said, but Fez cut him off.

           “Good day!”

           “Oh, Fez, c’mon—”

           “I said GOOD DAY!”

           Kelso looked at him hurt. “I was just trying to help you, man! You don’t have to be such a jerk.”

           Fez refused to look at him as Kelso stood up and walked out the basement. After the door slammed shut, Fez sunk back and covered his face with a hand.

           “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hurt before,” Fez rasped and soon, his shoulders were shaking.

           “Oh, Fez, look, it’s not the end of the world,” Eric said, awkwardly comforting his friend.  “I know you really loved her, but she’s not the only woman in the world who will feel the same about you.”

           “Yeah, man. There are women out there of all kinds of flavors. You just gotta pick up a spoon and try them,” Hyde said, smirking at his analogy.

           “Clever, Hyde,” Y/N said and rubbed Fez’s back. “Listen, Fez, what’s meant to be will be. If you and Jackie are meant to be, it’ll always find a way. Fate will bring you back together one day.”

           Fez wiped at his nose, looking up at everyone with red eyes. “You guys really think so?”

           “Of course,” Donna said gently. The last of the joint had been burnt out and forgotten on the table. “Look, you’re cute and sensitive, smart and funny. Any girl would be so lucky to have you.”

           “You know I’m sitting right here,” Eric said, acting offended.

           “Oh, shut up,” Donna laughed.

           “Would you go out with me?” Fez asked. “You know, if you were single.”

            Y/N nodded. “Maybe. If I haven’t been friends with you for so long.”

           “Same here,” Donna responded and reached across the table, grabbing his hand. “If things don’t work out with you and Jackie, there are still so many women who would be the luckiest woman ever.”

           “Thanks you guys,” Fez smiled gratefully at the girls and looked at Eric and Hyde. “You two suck ass at comforting people.”

           “That’s what chicks are for, man,” Hyde said, a smile playing on his lips.

           “You know, I think I’m going to go home for the night,” Fez said, standing up. “I’m tired.”

           “Okay, Fezie,” Y/N said and watched him leave. “Poor guy.”

           “I know, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone so torn up,” Eric said. “What a pansy!”

           “You know, if I recall, you didn’t get out of bed for three days when you and Donna broke up,” Y/N said, looking at her twin brother. “And then didn’t get over it and bitched about it for a year.”

           Donna giggled. “You even tried to get with that loose blonde during Hyde’s party to make me jealous.”

           “Whatever,” Eric said and leaned back in his seat. “All I know is, Jackie isn’t worth crying over.”

           “Eric! Y/N ! Steven!” Red yelled, coming down the stairs. Everyone scrambled up and quickly got rid of the evidence and Eric sprayed some air freshener around the room. They all returned to their places on the couch and lawn chair, acting as if they had been watching TV this whole time. “You three, upstairs!”

           “Why?” Y/N asked.

           “Don’t ask me why, just do it!” Red barked and went back upstairs.

            Y/N and Eric groaned and trudged upstairs.

           “I think I’m gonna go,” Donna said and gave Eric a chaste kiss and left.

           “No, save me,” Eric whined causing Donna to laugh.

           “You’ll be fine,” she giggled and walked out.

           “What do you think Dad wants?” Y/N asked as they trudged up the stairs.

           Eric shrugged. “I probably screwed up and he wants to interrogate you so that he can get it out of you and Hyde.”

           She nudged him. “I got you bro.”

           “I don’t,” Hyde said.

            Y/N elbowed him in the ribs earning a grunt from him. A small smile crept up on his lips as he rubbed the sore spot.

           As the three of them reached upstairs, Red stood with a frustrated look on his face. “Look, Screwhead, what did you do?” He held up a white envelope. “Another damned ticket?”

           Hyde laughed and smacked Eric’s shoulder. “That’s funny. Hey, Screwhead.”

           “Actually, you’re Screwhead. I’m just called ‘boy,’” Eric said.

           “You wanna explain this?” Red said.

           “Wait, if you think this is Hyde’s problem, why am I here?” Y/N asked.

           “I need you to testify if you were a witness,” Red said.

           “Dad, this isn’t court,” Y/N said. “Just ask him your questions so that we can go to bed.”

           “What is it?” Steven asked and grabbed the letter. “Why am I getting a letter from the D.M.V?”

           “Oh, my God. It’s about the cow,” Eric blurted out, causing Y/N to whip her head to her brother, eyes wide. She stomped on his foot making him wince. “Did I say cow? I meant cow-nt down to better driving!”

           “What he meant to say is, they hit a cow,” Hyde stated.

           “Hyde!” The twins said in unison. “What the hell?!”

           “I have to say, it’s really creepy when you two do that,” said Hyde.

           “Well…we….I had the right of way!” Eric said exasperated.

           “Go ahead, open it hotrod,” Red said calmly, nodding at the letter. “You know, you are the most irresponsible, careless, no-account, undisc—”

           “Oh, it’s a reminder letter to change my address on my license,” Hyde said.

           “Oh, well…uh…welcome home!” Red said awkwardly and walked away into the living room.

           “Is it really an address renewal?” Y/N asked, taking the letter from him.

           “Yeah, for my new speeding ticket,” Hyde answered, chuckling.

           “You’re awful,” Y/N laughed. “Alright, boys, I’m gonna go to bed to prepare for my whole day of nothing.”

           Eric and Hyde smirked as they watched her walk away.

           “Man, she really is something isn’t she?” Hyde asked and went over to the fridge to look for a late-night snack.

           “I guess you could say that,” Eric said and had Hyde grab him a beer. “She’s always had a mouth on her.”

           You have no idea, Hyde thought.

           “When she does it, it’s ‘cute and funny’ but when I do it I ‘have a major attitude problem’ and ‘need a foot in my ass,’” Eric finished with a frustrated sigh and sat down at the table. “So, what’s with you and your new chick anyway?”

           Hyde groaned. “I thought we were through with this, Forman?”

           “I know, but like, why haven’t we met her? I’m starting to think she’s fake.”

           “Believe me, she isn’t fake,” Hyde said and flitted his gaze towards the door.

           Unfortunately for him, Eric is smart and caught on to Hyde’s gaze. “Dude, no.”

           “What?” Hyde whipped his head back to Eric.

           “You better not be doing my sister!” Eric stood up from his seat and Hyde’s palms grew clammy, but he remained his cool.

           “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not doing your sister?!” Hyde asked, growing frustrated, but really, he wanted this conversation to end. “Why do you keep saying that?”

           “I find that a little hard to believe,” Eric said, putting his hands on his hips. “I know you’ve had a thing for her for a while.”

           “What makes you say that?”

           “I’m not blind; I see the way you look at her when you think no one is looking. You treat her just slightly better than everybody else. And lately here, you’ve been happier than normal.”

           “Forman, man, will you shut it? I don’t have a thing for your sister!”

           “Hyde, if you can look me in the eye and tell me that you’re not seeing my sister, I’ll let it go,” Eric said seriously. “If you tell me the truth, I promise I won’t strangle you. Or, I’ll try really, really hard not to.”

           Steven contemplated this. He thought he could tell Eric and get it over with. But he knew if he did, it would open the gates of hell with Y/N. And if any Forman children got Red’s temper, it was Y/N.

           He looked Eric in the eye. “No, I’m not seeing your sister. Can we please drop this now?”

           Eric stared at Hyde for a second, darting between his aviator covered eyes and leaned back. “Fine. But if I find out that you’re lying, I swear to God Hyde…”

           “What? You’ll kick my ass?”

           “You don’t know what I can do when I get angry,” Eric warned.

           “Okay Hulk,” Hyde laughed.

                                                 --Time Skip—

           The Next Day

             Hyde and Kelso sat in the kitchen eating a sandwich, Kelso expressing his anxieties about becoming a father.

           “What if the baby comes out dumb?” he asked.

           “Well, Kelso,” Hyde began. “I’m not gonna lie, it’s a possibility.”

           “I’m serious, Hyde!”

           “Yeah, so am I.”

           “Hyde, will you quit messing around for a second?”

           “I’m not.”

           “Hyde!”

           “Okay, I’m sorry,” Hyde laughed. “The baby probably won’t come out moronic like you. It’ll probably come out smart like Brooke.”

           “And beautiful like me,” Kelso said as if he just made a scientific discovery. “Thanks Hyde, you’re the best!”

           “Yeah, sure, man.” Hyde returned to his sandwich and picked up the paper that was lying on the table.

           “Hey, do you know where the peanut butter is?” Kelso asked, looking through the cabinets. “I want a peanut butter banana sandwich.”

           Hyde hummed. “It should be on the shelf behind me,” he responded lazily, not bothered to look up from the paper.

           “Oh.” Kelso rounded the corner and started looking at the shelf for the peanut butter when he noticed a yellow cloth peeking out from behind the curtain, wedged between the shelf. He pulled it out and noticed it was a female’s medium shirt. “Whoa, what’s this?”

           Hyde turned to see Kelso holding Elena’s shirt. Oh no. “Um…what does it look like?”

           “Well, I know what it is,” Kelso answered. “What’s it doing all the way over here?”

           “I don’t know. Maybe it accidentally got kicked over when Mrs. Forman was doing laundry.”

           “That’s kind of weird,” Kelso said and suddenly an idea clicked. “Is this your woman’s?”

           “Uh…yeah,” Hyde answered truthfully. “I had her over a week ago. By the way, this is a very sturdy table.” He shook the table to prove his point.

           “Yeah, Hyde!” Kelso high fived him. “I seriously want to meet her.”

           “Why? So you can try to nail her?”

           “No,” Kelso said defensively. “Okay, well, maybe a little.”

           “Another reason to not bring her over here,” Hyde said, getting up to bring his plate to the sink. “I don’t feel like burying your body in the backyard.”

           “Nuh uh,” Kelso said, laughing nervously. “You wouldn’t do that.”

           “I don’t know, you shot me once and shoved me off the tower. Maybe I want my revenge.”

           “Accidentally!”

           “No, it wasn’t.”

           “Accidentally on purpose!” Kelso defended again.

           “Whatever, man, you’re not going to meet her, so, just give me her shirt so I can give it back to her.”

           The back door slid open, revealing Y/N walking through. “Hey guys,” she greeted. “What’re you do—oh, hey my shirt!” She grabbed the yellow fabric from Kelso’s hands. “I’ve been looking for this for like a week.”

           What happened next, happened in slow motion. Hyde’s eyes widened to saucers, Y/N seeing his reaction, showing confusion which quickly turned to fear and there was Kelso. Who sat there staring at Y/N with his mouth open, refusing to believe it was real, but here was Y/N and Hyde, looking terrified.

           “OH!” Kelso yelled and pointed at Hyde and Y/N. “OH! OH MY GO—”

           Hyde slapped a hand over Kelso’s face and dragged him downstairs to the basement. Kelso’s muffled screams could be heard as Hyde struggled to him down the stairs, Y/N slamming the basement door behind them.

           Once they got to the basement, Hyde and Kelso stumbled and fell onto each other on the couch.

           “Shut up, man!” Hyde hissed. “You need to shut up!”

           Kelso stopped struggling and Hyde removed his hand and stood up. “Yes.”

           Hyde stood on one side of the couch while Y/N stood on the opposite side, wringing her hands.

           “YOU?!” Kelso pointed to Hyde and then pointed to Y/N. “AND YOU?!”

           “Please, Kelso, please I am begging you to keep your voice down,” Y/N pleaded. “Please, please, please don’t tell Eric.”

           Kelso was breathing hard as if he had just ran a marathon. “What—when did this happen?!”

           “It happened in June,” Hyde whispered.

           “IN JUNE?!” Kelso shouted, causing Y/N and Hyde to shush him aggressively. “Well, who else knows?”

           “Donna and Jackie, a-and now you,” Y/N answered and looked at Hyde who looked equally scared. “Nobody else knows.”

           “Oh my God,” Kelso panicked. “Oh my God, I gotta tell someone!” He scrambled to get up, but Hyde and Y/N were quicker and tackled him into the couch.    

           “NO!” Hyde and Y/N yelled as they pinned him down.

           “You cannot tell anyone!” Y/N said sternly. Kelso continued to fight against them, but he was outnumbered and gave up.

           “Kelso, you tell anyone and I’ll kick your ass!” Hyde threatened.

           Hyde and Y/N got off Kelso, who were all now heaving.

           “Kelso,” Y/N kneeled at his knee. “I am begging you to please, please, please, please not tell anyone. This is important.”

           Suddenly Fez walked in, seeing this and became confused. “Uh…what’s going on?”

           “HYDE AND Y/N ARE DOING IT!” Kelso blurted out, running over to Fez.

           “KELSO!” Hyde and Y/N screamed.

           “Kelso, you freaking moron,” Hyde chastised him and punched him hard in the arm.

           “No, they’re not,” Fez laughed. “This has to be a joke.”

           Everybody’s facial expressions showed him otherwise.

           “No,” Fez whispered, covering his mouth with his hand. “No way. You’re the secret hot Y/H/C?!”

           “Okay, yes,” Hyde said and wrapped an arm around Y/N ’s shoulders. “ Y/N and I are dating, and more importantly, doing it—” Y/N shot him a look and Hyde cleared his throat. “But, it’s true. We need you guys to keep this to yourselves.”

           “Well, who else knows?” Fez asked.

           “Well, freakin’ everyone except for Eric now,” Y/N responded. “So, guys, please shut up when Eric is around.”

           Fez and Kelso looked at each other. “Fine,” they said.

            Y/N and Steven sighed out in relief. “Thank you, guys,” Y/N said.

           “I still can’t believe it’s you two,” Kelso said.

            Y/N looked at Hyde who looked down at her with a gentle smile.

           “I know,” she said, smiling and reached up, kissing him. He placed a hand on her hip and pulled her closer.

           “Aw, okay that’s enough,” Kelso said disgusted.

           “Please don’t do that in front of me,” Fez squeaked and Kelso nodded. “It gives me needs.”

           “Yeah—wait, what?” Kelso said. “No. No! Look, just because we know you’re together now doesn’t mean we want to see you two all over each other.”

           “Well, then you guys better leave because you are about to see just that,” Hyde said, shooing the boys away.

           “Normally, I’d want to watch, but this is too weird. Even for me,” Fez said, heading back for the door.

           “Yeah,” Kelso said and turned to Y/N, wearing a seductive smile. “If you want to make it less awkward and a guarantee that I won’t tell Eric, you and I do it once.”

           “Shut the hell up, Kelso!” the couple said in unison as Hyde punched Kelso as hard as he could in the arm.

           Kelso groaned, holding his arm. “GOD!”

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Two Way Link

When Marinette cracks and gets akumatized, it’s not what she’s expecting. Hawkmoth is equally confused and more worried than she is. Turns out the mindlink is a two way streak, and her earrings make the link even stronger. Needless to say, some secrets got revealed.

Marinette had allowed herself to imagine herself as an akuma before. It was kind of hard not to when their class started bets for if Marinette or Adrien would get akumatized first. It also didn’t help after seeing Chat Noir’s akumazation first hand. If she ever got akumatized, Hawkmoth wouldn’t win. Oh No. The world would be in ruins. So if it wasn’t already an obvious goal, Marinette made it her mission to never even let a butterfly touch her. Of course she’s only human, and when she’s sleep deprived and dealing with a lot of extra stress her emotions run rampant. Not only did she deal with both night and day akumas for the past week, she also had extra work planning the fundraising events and the school trip. Include all her requests from her friends for different things and her regular school work, Marinette was already at her breaking point. Top it off with a couple idiotic stories from Rossi while the girl would slip in comments dissing the bluenette, and you got the recipe for a perfect akuma victim.

Marinette wasn’t even in the right headspace to try to hold off her emotions. She simply nursed her large cup of coffee, that may or may not be the 6th cup of the day, as she stewed in her seat. Why was her class a bunch of idiots? Like Marinette cared for them still, don’t get her wrong, but they hanged off her every word like it was air. Why didn’t they get curious and do a little research of their own? It would have saved everyone the trouble. And Adrien’s dumb high road advice would do more harm than good. He’s worried about Lila getting akumatized? Try the whole class when the truth gets out. Of course, Marientte had almost been akumatized because of Lila. Maybe she should have slipped that into her conversation with Adrien. That might have changed his mind. It didn’t matter much now though. She had just begun to speak normally around him. He might think that Marinette was lying about it to make him see her way, and that wasn’t a risk she was willing to take.

No one even noticed the butterfly coming into the room. It was only noticed when it landed on the coffee cup that Marinette held and the glowing mask appeared on her face. Very quickly, the class turned around and stared at their class rep. Marinette merely blinked a few times before groaning. “Really!? Come on! I was doing so good until now. Okay, you know what, fine. You want to akumatized me? Whatever. Just put the butterfly somewhere other than my coffee. I need that if I’m going to make it through today. You’re to blame for this, by the way. You couldn’t have just stopped with the akumas for the day could you. I mean one a day is bad enough. Why did you have to do two in one day? And at, like, 2am dude? Really?” Hawkmoth was just confused as the rest of her class. Marinette’s face scrunched up before her jaw dropped. “WAIT! GABRIEL AGRESTE!? YOU’RE HAWKMOTH!!?” The class paused before freaking out. Hawkmoth paled. He didn’t even get time to do his monologue before the girl started to speak out at him. As he started to reading deeper into her thoughts, he realized something. “You’re… Ladybug?” He was honestly surprised that this clumsy girl could possibly be Ladybug. Marinette just scowled. “Oh stop. I can feel your judgment from here. It’s a secret identity for a reason. Of course I’ll act differently with magical jewelry. Except, you don’t act too different than you do in real life. Maybe treat your son better, will you? He needs to have a backbone for when Rossi and Cholé drape themselves over him.” Cholé gasped and Lila tried to turn the tale but Marinette continued.

“I’ll give Cholé the benefit of the doubt since she had been childhood friends with him, but what Lila’s doing is bordering of sexual harassment. And you employed her as a model too. Like do you even care about you own son’s mental well-being?” Gabriel made the mistake of thinking about Lila and Marinette’s face shifted from shock to neutral. “Okay, so you made her spy on Adrien and report back to you as well as cause akumas. Got it. And that’s an interesting fact about her willingly getting akuamtized. Too bad my class has become too ignorant to realize that every word she says is nothing more than bull crap.” Hawkmoth, Gabriel, should have tried to rein her in. However when he tried it, magic was interfering. It was something that Nooroo had warned him about once before when he expressed the desire to akumatized Ladybug or Chat Noir. They would naturally have more resistance to him, especially Ladybug since her powers balanced for good and becoming evil would take drastic measures. Before he could try to act, the girl spoke again. “Oh, it’s nice to know that you at least let Nooroo talk. Seriously, I forgot about that whole Sandboy fiasco for a second. You couldn’t have at least allowed Nooroo to enjoy his whatever number cycle in peace. You had to traumatize so many people by creating their nightmares.” No one noticed as Adrien slipped away to transform.

Plagg flew out of his pocket and had the audacity to be laughing. “What is so funny?!” He demanded. Marinette was akumatized! Not only that, but she was Ladybug. Ladybug was akumatized and the akuma won’t be purified. Nor would any of the damage be reversed. Not to mention that his own dad was apparently Hawkmoth. Plagg caught his breath and was able to speak. “I’m sorry, but it’s too funny! This love square you guys had going on was great entertainment already. Top that with what Spots is doing and it’s gold.” Adrien decided to ignore what Plagg was saying for now and transform instead. While he was doing that, Marinette decided to discover something very important: what Gabriel’s motivation was.

Marinette clamped a hand to her mouth as she pulled the memory from his mind. Then that shock turned to hot rage. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?” ALL THIS TIME YOU HAVE KEPT YOUR WIFE IN A GLASS COFFIN IN YOUR FUCKING BASEMENT LAIR?!?” Hawkmoth actually flinched from the raw power and anger she emanated. He made the mistake of recalling the peacock miraculous, setting the girl off on another tangent. “AND YOU’RE ALLOWING NATHALIE TO USE A BROKEN MIRACULOUS?!? Wow! Just, Wow!” Maybe if he detransformed and left now, he wouldn’t have to face the girl’s wrath. Nooroo’s powers allowed them to feel the strength of a person’s emotions. Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s emotions showed that even without powers or a miraculous, she would kill him with her bare hands. If he was told a day before that she would be capable of murder, he would never have believed it. Now though, he was scared.

It was at that time that Chat Noir decided to bust in. He was both shocked and impressed that Marinette was still holding out. Maybe if he destroyed the object now she won’t be transformed. Of course would that negatively effect her somehow? Before he could ponder it longer, the girl in question acted first. “You better meet me in front of your mansion and give me both the butterfly and peacock miraculous. You also better fire Rossi and put a restraining order on her so she can’t touch Adrien again. Otherwise this cup will be replaced with your neck.” Marinette crushed the cup with her hand and the butterfly flew out. Standing up, she called on her transformation before her kwami could protest. She swiped the akuma out from the air and looked around. The whole class was quite. Lila didn’t even try to say anything, and in fact she shrunk under her stare. “Alrighty then. Time to go kitty.” She walked calmly out of the room, ignoring everything that just had happened. Chat paused before following her.

Back in his lair, Gabriel detransformed from shock. Nooroo tried to hide his smirk. Wordlessly, he went back into the main part of his house and approached Natalie. She looked confused. “What’s wrong? I thought you were finally akuamtizing Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Gabriel just shook his head and held his hand out. He was slightly shaking. “Just give me the peacock miraculous. Turns out, she’s a lot more dangerous than expected.” Natalie wanted to question her boss, but he seemed to be in shock. She did as asked and followed him as he walked out the front doors of the mansion. Outside was a smiling Ladybug and a concerned Chat Noir. Ladybug’s smile looked dangerous, like she was giving a warning. When Gabriel willingly handed over both miraculouses, Ladybug laughed. A dangerous sweetness dripping out. “Thank you! Also you better be honest with what you’re wife was doing with the miraculous when the police question you. I’ll see if the damage can be undone without the potential for ending the world. Oh also I will be taking your son away. He deserves better parents and I’m sure that mine will spoil him. Chat you take his assistant, I’ll grab him. It’s time to drop them off.” Chat grabbed Natalie and had her over his shoulder before she could react. Ladybug did the same to Gabriel, ensuring that neither could make a grab for their miraculouses.

A lot of things happened on that day. Hawkmoth and Mayura were announced to be defeated. Gabriel confessed to having Lila work for him both as a spy and as a willing accomplish for Hawkmoth. Adrien’s mom was brought to a hospital and Master Fu repaired the peacock miraculous and reversed the damage done to both her and Natalie. Lila was taken off to serve time in juvie and the two adults went to jail. Adrien was not to blame and was unofficially adopted by Marinette’s parents, which resulted in him spending a lot of time at the bakery. Adrien’s mom and Gabriel both revealed how she was forced into the marriage and forced to use the miraculous against her will. She got a divorce and ensured that Adrien got therapy. He was able to quit modeling and even got a restraining order against Lila just in case. He revealed himself to Marinette after a month and they decided to date. Her class did everything to make it up to the bluenette, but she merely shrugged at their words. She could care less now. They only wanted her to be their friend again because she was Ladybug. She and Chat announced their retirement to Paris two weeks after Hawkmoth’s defeat, although she still got to see Tikki and Plagg. It seemed like getting akumatized was the best thing that had happened to her.