#average wednesday morning for them.

[chryzuree]

luc is the type of close friend that is jst invited on all family trips emery goes on w chrysi&jacks… like yes!! family trip to disney!!! exclusively fun family bonding time!!!! also emery’s token straight friend is coming along as her carry on bag 😇

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Month

Sorry for being not active this month as I had some health problems. I'll start posting weekly now :) Meanwhile here's some good from last month

1. Widow donates $1 billion to medical school, giving free tuition forever

Ruth Gottesman surprised by her late husband's $1 billion in Berkshire stock, decides to donate it in full to the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx, New York City's poorest borough. The donation is intended to cover students' tuition indefinitely, ensuring access to medical education for generations.

A video capturing students' emotional reactions to the news, cheering and crying, circulated after the announcement, highlighting the profound impact of the donation on the medical school community.

2. Electric school buses outperform diesel in extreme cold

In Colorado's West Grand School District, electric school buses outperformed their diesel counterparts, particularly in the bitterly cold temperatures of towns like Kremmling, where morning temperatures can drop below -30 degrees Fahrenheit. Despite common concerns about reduced range in extreme weather, the electric buses maintained their battery charge even in these frigid conditions, providing reliable transportation for students.

This success has been welcomed by the school district, as diesel vehicles also face challenges in starting in Colorado's harsh winter weather.

3. Christian Bale unveils plans to build 12 foster homes in California

Christian Bale has led a tour round the new village in California where he plans to build 12 foster homes, as well as two studio flats to help children transition into independent living, and a 7,000 sq ft community centre.

The actor has spearheaded the building of a unique complex of facilities with the aim of keeping siblings in the foster care system together, and ideally under the same roof.

4. Average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome has increased from 25 years in 1983 to 60 years today

Today the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome is approximately 60 years.

As recently as 1983, the average lifespan of a person with Down syndrome was 25 years. The dramatic increase to 60 years is largely due to the end of the inhumane practice of institutionalizing people with Down syndrome.

5. Greece legalises same-sex marriage

Greece has become the first Christian Orthodox-majority country to legalise same-sex marriage. Same-sex couples will now also be legally allowed to adopt children after Thursday's 176-76 vote in parliament.

Prime Minister Kyriakos Mitsotakis said the new law would "boldly abolish a serious inequality".

6. Massachusetts police K9 tracks scent for over 2 miles to find missing 12-year-old in freezing cold

A Massachusetts police K9 followed her nose to help find a 12-year-old who went missing in frigid temperatures last week, tracking the child’s scent for over two miles, authorities said.

K9 Biza, a female German shepherd, was called on to help after officers learned the child left their home at around 10:30 p.m. Wednesday and was last seen in the Pakachoag Hill area of Auburn, the Auburn Police Department said.

7. Good News for the Socially Anxious: People Like You a Lot More Than You Think They Do, New Research Confirms

The "Lake Wobegon effect" or "illusory superiority" phenomenon highlights people's tendency to overestimate their abilities, but recent research suggests that in social interactions, individuals often underestimate their likability and charm.

Studies indicate that people consistently fail to recognize signals of others' liking toward them, leading to a "liking gap" where individuals believe they are less likable than they actually are.

Techniques such as focusing more on others during conversations and genuinely expressing interest in them can help alleviate social anxiety by shifting the focus away from self-criticism. Ultimately, understanding that others may also experience similar anxieties can lead to a more relaxed and enjoyable social experience.

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[enwoso]

Cute lil blurb idea we know alessia is one of the faces of adidas. Alessia getting gifted a pair of her own boots as well as a Lovie sized pair and Lovie wants to wear them all the time and wear her hair up like alessias because she says she’s dressed as mummy

MIRRORED — alessia russo x child!reader

grumpy universe

it was an average wednesday, alessia was carrying you into the arsenal training ground her hands filled with her bag and your bag. you still being half asleep after falling back asleep on the car journey there as alessia made her way through the long corridors and towards the changing room.

not before being stopped by a memeber of staff, "alessia there's a box that's got your new boots in" he smiled as he passed the blonde in the corridor. alessia calling out a thank you as she headed still towards the changing room.

"right lovie are you just going to sit and watch your ipad?" your mummy asked as you hummed pulling your blanket further up to your face. alessia pushing the door to the changing room with her foot as she headed inside, most of the girls being there already and starting to change into their training gear.

alessia placed you down on the bench near her locker as you got yourself comfy, your mummy quickly propping your ipad up and putting something on for you to watch knowing you'd be content until you came around and woke up properly.

alessia sat down and took a breathe, it being the first one she'd properly been able to take this morning after having to rush around after pressing snooze one too many times this morning.

"this yours, less?" alessia turned to where the voice was coming from, it was lotte pointing to a big brown box that was sat next to alessia.

the blonde nodding, "yeah it's new boots for the rest of the season."

"you not gonna open them? looks like they've sent enough for the next season too" lotte joked looking at the size of the box, it definitely not being the smallest box. alessia humming as she too was wondering why the box was so abnormally large. there was only supposed to be three pairs of boots in there.

"they said they were only sending three pairs-" alessia paused as she lifted the box onto her lap, ripping open the seal on the cardboard box, a loud noise echoing the room as she did so.

"oo they aren't they nice" alessia mumbled under her breath as she looked at the boots, a smile creeping on her face. it was always fun getting new kit, the excitement of unboxing them.

"what's in that one?" lotte pointed to the small adidas box which definitely didn't have boots in as it was too small. the blonde shrugged picking them up from inside the large brown box they'd been shipped in.

opening the box, there was a greeting card on top. 'toughness in tiny packages!'

a little quirk of the eyebrow as alessia looked towards lotte who just shrugged urging the blonde to just open the box.

moving the white tissue paper covering the item was a small pair of boots, just like the ones they'd sent alessia but in a size that would fit you.

"oh my god, she's gonna love these" alessia pouted taking in the small boots as she turned them around getting a full feel of the pair of green fusion with the three stripes being a purple colour.

they were almost identical to the ones alessia had just been given to use for the remainder of the season, they had even put your name on the side in small white letters.

a small pout on alessia face as her heart was melting at the cuteness of them, "there class them" lotte complimented as alessia showed her best friend where they'd even put your name on them.

alessia gushed over the small boots along with the other sets of clothes adidas had sent you to wear that matched your mummy. alessia decided to wait until you were in a better mood to show you them. knowing it would get a better reaction than the tired reaction she would get if she showed them to you now.

morning training had finished and the team was ready to go to lunch, you'd been waiting inside. playing with winnie for the morning, you even getting to take the club dog for a walk around the inside of the training ground.

"lovie, c'mere" your mummy called you over as you were laid out on the floor with win, as you watched your ipad. winnie guarding over you protectively.

you perking up at the sound of her voice, pushing yourself off the floor and toward your mum. leaving win to watch your ipad.

you walked over you to your mummy as had a big smile on her face, lifting you up when you got closer. "i've got something to show you"

your eyebrows knitted together, "what is it" you asked curiously. as you began to guess things as your mummy carried you to wherever this thing was that she had to show you.

"no lovie it unfortunately isn't a unicorn but i think it's just as good!" your mummy let out a chuckle at your strange suggestions as you got lost in thought — what was better than a unicorn?

alessia took you back into the locker room where she’d left the packages, placing you to sit on the bench as she grabbed the brown boxes from her locker before handing them to you.

you looked at the box that was now on your lap it easy being nearly the size of you, as you hesitantly looked up towards your mum. one thing you did know is that there definitely wasn’t a unicorn in there..

“open it lovie” your mummy encouraged as you opened the box, discarding the wrapping to one side as you rummaged around before finally lifting up the boot.

a gasp escaping you as you looked at the football boots, a big grin plastered across your face as you jumped up to hug your mummy’s leg. maybe matching boots were cooler than a unicorn.

“mummy there exactly like yours!” your called out holding the boot in the air as if it was a trophy a giggle coming from your mummy’s leg at your excitement.

“i can be like you now!” you continued, as you looked at the two boots as your mummy sat down next to you showing that they had your name on the side, you being in utter awe and for once lost for words, for a short amount of time.

“i wear them now!” you asked as alessia nodded knowing it would put a damper on your mood if she hadn’t let you. “you put my hair like yours too!” you asked pointing to the thick plait that was in your mummy’s pony tail — you wanting the exact same.

your mummy did as you asked plaiting your pony tail that your hair had been scraped back into this morning, alessia putting your little fly aways back in place as you put your boots on. trying your best to lace them but you hadn’t mastered that yet so you left it for your mummy to do.

“all done lovie!” your mummy patted your feet as she finished lacing your boot up, a grin not leaving your face. “gosh it’s like looking in the mirror-“

you were stood looking in the mirror that was built into the wall in the locker room, your mummy stood behind you and if anyone had of walked in it would ah e looked like alessia had duplicated a smaller version of herself.

“should we show the girls?” your mummy asked as you nodded rushing off back to the canteen where most of the girls would be, alessia following suit.

"woah, less is that you?" beth joked as she knelt down to your height as you came in the room just before your mummy, you dressed exactly like her.

"no bethy! it's me!" you squealed correcting beth as she let out a loud laugh. alessia coming through the double doors.

"silly me, i just couldn't tell you apart you look just like your mum!"

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can i get headcanons for whats it like everyday in the mansion

I hope I did okay on this, I tried to just summarize a general average day for you

While there can be a lot of chaos in the mansion with so many people going through so many different things, on any random given day it's actually more normal than you might assume. They've all lived together for so long that they essentially function as a family, and they tend to get along for the most part. If it's a training day, their days start early. They're usually up by 6 or 7 on training days, all working in groups to train specific aspects for their job, or just working out together and getting in their exercise for the day. If it's not an exercise day, they all tend to sleep in to different times, and if they don't have work at all for the day some of them can sleep quite late.

Usually Slender handles breakfast as he's always the one up the earliest, but generally they try and rotate shifts for meals. I think they'd have a board in the kitchen, and whoever is going to cook the following day will write down either what they want to make for their meals, or they'll write a few foods that they can vote on and they'll make whatever wins. Depending on their schedules and how much they like cooking a creep might cook all three meals or just one or two, as cooking for that many people is a lot of work, so they tend to work in pairs sometimes as well. After breakfast, they tend to disperse for the day. Anyone on duty to handle chores (dishes, cleaning, organizing, etc.) will usually begin doing that, and anyone who has a mission to handle will get ready for that. Anyone who has nothing to do usually hangs out in their friend groups in the mansion, and they'll go out or stay in and play games or watch something, or just hang out. Most days in the mansion are actually pretty calm, with not a lot of rambunctious energy and trouble happening. Someone will make lunch and everyone home who is hungry will group back together to eat and chat, and then they tend to disperse again.

Dinner is the one meal in the mansion that requires mandatory attendance (unless you're not feeling well) because Slender likes to have everyone together for dinner. They all fill up Slender's long dining table and eat and talk and joke around, and it's when all of them tend to be most content. I said in a very, very, very old post that they have different events happening every day of the week as well. Monday night is Slender's book club night in the mansion, Tuesday afternoons Toby and Helen host an art club, Wednesday mornings Jeff hosts a workout class to help everyone learn new exercises and target specific types of workouts, Thursday night is movie night and Friday night is game night and BEN is in charge of both of those, Saturday afternoons Slender teaches cooking and LJ teaches baking, and Sunday afternoons is group therapy hosted by Slender. The only one that requires attendance is therapy, but generally, everyone tends to go to different events every week when they feel up to it, which is pretty often. They're all required to be back in their bedrooms between like 12-12:30, but they're free to do anything before that, and they can stay awake if they'd like to, Slender just tries to encourage healthy sleeping routines. The only exception to that is EJ since he's nocturnal, so he tends to have the mansion to himself overnight, which he doesn't mind because he likes the quiet. Anyone with an overnight mission will leave for their missions around the time everyone else goes to bed, and they tend to return in the early morning hours and try to quietly shower and go to bed so they can sleep as much as they need.

[copperbadge]

I deal with death a lot in my job, because I work for a nonprofit that serves a population dealing with terminal illness; even with early diagnosis, which itself is rare, the average survival rate past diagnosis is about five years. I read a lot of obituaries on a weekly basis and I know when a donor passes because I'm part of the team that alters the database record to reflect when someone has died.

Usually the death is at arm's length, both because I've had practice with that and because I don't often know these people, I don't work directly with them the way doctors and fundraisers do. But we do encourage those who are able to participate in the activity of the nonprofit -- we have a program to fund support groups, we have patients and patient families on our board, and I work events and socials where they attend. So of the roughly thirty thousand people we serve, we're in close contact with perhaps five hundred, and of those I know maybe twenty personally.

This morning is the first time someone I've known personally, more than just to nod at during an event, had passed. I found out by accident; nobody has officially told us yet, but we started receiving gifts in her memory, and I get notifications of those automatically. We knew she was in hospice; I found out when confirming her death that she fortunately had access to a legal option to choose when to end her life, and she chose to do so on Wednesday night.

Dying from the disease is a fairly horrible way to die, so I'm glad she had that option and knew when it was time. She gave a lot of her time and energy to the organization and I'm glad she finally gets to rest. But fuck, it's rough to see her name in the "In Memory Of" field of the gift listings.

I wish I could say something like "Get screened!" or "Don't ignore these warning signs!" but this disease is idiopathic and incurable; there are treatments to prolong life, but when it comes for you, the clock starts. She had as much time as anyone gets post-diagnosis. She lived a life of purpose and was a kind person and that's all there is to be said, really.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: red-bellied piranha

For today's Wet Beast Wednesday, I'm discussing probably the most slandered of all bony fish: the red-bellied piranha. Be honest, when you hear piranha what comes to mind? I'd be willing to bet you thought of roving hordes of hyper-predatory fish that devour everything they find in minutes. Well that's not how red-bellied piranhas (or any piranhas for that matter) act. You've been lied to by the media about these fascinating fish. I'm here to correct the record.

(Image: a red-bellied piranha. It is a laterally flattened, round fish with a blunt head and prominent lips. It is a dark gray color with silver flecks and a bright red underbelly. End ID)

The red-bellied piranha (Pygocentrus nattereri) is the most well-known of the piranhas and is the species you think of when you think piranha. They are medium fish, growing to an average of 35 cm (14 in) long and 1.8 kg (4 lbs),maxing out at 50 cm (20 in) and 3.9 kg (8.6 lbs). They have round bodies flatted on the sides and gray to black scales with red underbellies and occasional black spots. Famously, they have large, sharp, interlocking teeth set in strong jaws that are usually covered by thick lips. Piranha lose and replace their teeth throughout their lives.Red-bellied piranhas are often confused with other species of piranha or the closely-related red-bellied pacu, whose juveniles have a similar coloration. As pacu and piranha have similar body shapes, an easy way to tell them apart is the teeth. Piranha have sharp teeth while pacu have blunt teeth.

(image: a close-up of a red-bellied piranha showing the teeth, which are large, triangular, and very sharp. End ID)

With teeth like those it's not surprising that piranhas eat meat. What may surprise you is that they also eat plants. In fact, plants, including seeds and fruits, make up a large portion of their diet. When they do eat meat, they prefer to scavenge or go after small animals like small fish, worms and other invertebrates. They will also opportunistically nip off fins or scales from other fish. This isn't unusual for piranhas. All species eat plants and some are exclusively herbivorous. Red-bellies eat so much carrion that they are comparable to vultures. Both animals help control disease, clean their environments, and recycle nutrients. When Piranha do attack large animals, it is usually in times of hunger or because the animal is injured. Red-bellied piranha do not hunt in packs, but they will rarely engage in feeding frenzies that let them take down animals as large as capybaras. Red-bellies shoal not for hunting, but for protection against their own predators, which include caimen, river dolphins, larger fish, and various birds. Shoals can grow to be hundreds strong. During the wet season, when the rainforests flood, piranha will spread out through the floodlands and primarily browse on vegetation. During the dry season, when their range contracts, the reduced amount of food leads to higher rates of carnivory. Piranha communicate with each other through displays of aggression and drumming sounds produced with the swim bladder.

(Image: a small group of red-bellied piranha. End ID)

Red-bellied piranha mate during the wet season, during which time their red bellies will turn gray. Males will dig shallow nests in sandy bottoms where grass grows and attemptp to woo females with swimming displays. When a female selects a male, the two will swim together in a nuptial display. The female then lays her eggs on the grass for the male to fertilize. The parents will then guard the nest until the eggs hatch after a few days. Larvae and juveniles hide amongst plants until they are large enough to join a shoal. In addition, younger piranha tend to feed during the day while older and larger ones shit to feeding mostly in the morning and evening. Piranha can live for over 10 years.

(Image: a juvenile red-bellied piranha. It has the same body shape as the adult, but its coloration is different. Its body is silver all over with black spots and the anal fin is red. End ID)

Red-bellied Piranha have not been classified by the IUCN, but they are considered abundant in their natural range and have been introduced outside of their range, often as a result of people releasing exotic pets. Several places, including the Philippines, restrict their import to avoid them becoming invasive species. Piranha have become popular as exotic pets, though they have some specific care requirements. Piranha are a common food fish in their native range. Piranha attacks on humans are rare and usually happen when the piranha are hungry or the humans are disturbing them. Few fatal attacks have been recorded and even those numbers may be inflated as bodies that piranha have scavenged may have been mistaken for kills. The reputation of piranha as savage predators has been traced to an expedition to the Amazon by former US president Teddy Roosevelt where he reported a story that some native peoples herded a cow into the water and it was devoured in minutes. It was later found that the natives had used nets to capture and starve the piranha in advance to put on a better show. Roosevelt's report of the incident became very popular and has influenced the popular perception of piranha ever since.

(Image: a piranha feeding frenzy. Multiple piranha are eating a pair of fish, which have been stripped to the bone. End ID)

[octuscle]

I'm your average joe who works an average desk job and at 45 I have nothing great going for me. Sometimes I just wish I could do it over again. Maybe take up a diffrent major in college, something that would set me up for a more adventurous life. Can you help me achieve this?

Okay, who wants to be average? And who wouldn't want to know what their life would have been like if they had made a different decision at some point? I mean, your decisions weren't actually bad. Bank apprenticeship, business studies, going to the gym twice a week… You have a house in the suburbs, a cool car. It could have been worse! But also better. We can manage that! Monday, 12:00 noon, let's get started!

When you finish work in the evening, you're still full of energy. Even though you worked until 19:00 today. It's paying off that you started making the gym your home seven months ago. When you arrive at the gym at 8 p.m., Steve greets you at reception with a fist bump. Everyone here greets you. Some of them are good friends of yours. The rest at least know you by sight. No wonder, you're here every day. In the morning before work. In the evening after work. And the effort pays off. From a very well-built man with the typical rolls of flab, you have developed into an athlete. A machine. Not one of the big boys. But close. You call it a day at 22:00. You need seven hours' sleep, you want to be back here at 07:00. One last critical look in the mirror. Not bad for a man in his mid-40s…

Get up, gym, office… You work like clockwork. You're good at your job. The development of your body has boosted your career. Today you have another lunch date with a division manager. He asks you if it's time to take the next step in your career. It's been two years since you moved to the "Digital Research and Development" division. That was also the initial spark for your physical transformation. As an accounting employee, you had previously become a lazy and saturated couch potato… You smile and, as if by chance, flex your huge biceps. You know that makes him hot. And the prospect of a blowjob after lunch is tempting. Of course, he immediately notices that your cock is getting hard… You have his hand in your crotch for the rest of lunch.

When you arrive at the gym at 7pm on Wednesday, you first have to go through your post. As the largest shareholder, you are only the chairman of the supervisory board. But many people confuse that with managing director. Idiots who are just stealing your precious time on the weights. Since you introduced the "Meathead Gym" brand and turned your old gym into the flagship of the new brand, you feel even more at home here. No classes, no machines, no women. Just honest, hard bodybuilding. Dress code is at least off-the-shoulder. In fact, shirtless is preferred. It goes without saying that you don't wear a tank top either.

You're the first one in the gym on Friday morning. Good thing you have the keys. You look around. Your empire. It was a big step to leave your good job almost eight years ago and start working at the fitness start-up. For hardcore bodybuilders, you are now the market leader as a fitness studio, but also in nutritional supplements and gym clothing. Steve arrives at 05:30. He has the early shift at reception. You greet him with a fist bump. Good man. A little weak in the chest. At least compared to you… But he'll get there!

You visit a school friend at the weekend. His son is a handsome stud. He could turn into a real gym hunk. He asks if he can take a selfie with you. Sure, I'd love to, you say. He asks you if you can give him any tips on what he should do now. He's finishing high school now. You ask him what position he plays football. He grins and says that he prefers to spend his time in the gym. You can see that. You tell your school friend to listen away for a moment. And then you tell your son that he shouldn't bother with college and university. You're glad you didn't do that either. You started pumping iron straight away. And then brought your dream to life. Live your dream, you tell him. And that you'd be happy if it could start at your company.

[spookygingerr]

Weekly Tag Game Wednesday

Thanks @heymacy for making this weeks amazing tag game!! And thanks @mybrainismelted for tagging me!!

(disclaimer: there is presently a glitch with tumblr that only allows you to tag 5 people per line in your text posts. to remedy that, you can separate your tags into different lines as i have at the bottom of this post to ensure that everyone that's tagged knows they've been tagged!)

let's get started!

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name: Al (ice)

age: Nosho minus 1 and add a couple sprinkles

your time zone: GMT + 1

what do you do for work? Sales

do you have any pets? Yes! A black cockapoo called Lola

what first drew you to this fandom? I first watched shameless in December 2022 and started reading fics pretty much straight away. I didn't become active on Tumblr however until about two months ago because I wanted to keep up to date with Africa through @ian-galagher. I then fell in love with the platform and the amazing community and started posting the art I'd been working on!

are you a morning person or a night owl? Morning for sure! I wake up at 6am every day without fail right now..

what are your hobbies? reading fics, reading books, digital art, rewatching shameless, Tumblr, listening to music, gym, cooking

how tall are you? 5' 3"

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? K'Gari Island

favorite color? green

favorite book? The Secret History by Donna Tartt

favorite movie? Perks of Being a Wallflower. It is my ultimate comfort movie

favorite fic? Africa!!

favorite musical artist: Taylor Swift or Mother Mother

what is your average screen time so far this week? too much

what's the first app you open in the morning? Tumblr

how long have you been on tumblr? active? around 2 months?

finally (and i know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself:

I have had 6 piercings done but currently wear jewellery in none of them. is that fun? probs not!

I am tagging @creepkinginc @comet @jrooc @transmickey @deathclassic

@sam-loves-seb @ian-galagher @transmurderbug @transsexual-dandelions

@zmickmilk @stocious @crossmydna @m4ndysk4nkovich @mickeym4ndy

@bawlbrayker @doshiart @iandarling @suzy-queued @callivich

@gallapiech @blue-disco-lights @spacerockwriting @alexcharmsyou @wehangout

@vintagelacerosette @gallavichsuperfan @gallawitchxx @chicanomick @sweetperversiongirl

@anonymous-galager @tv-obssessions @sluttymickey @rereadanon @especially-fuk-u @lee-ow

@em-harlsnow you nearly escaped the notification my dear!

+anyone else who wants to do it! No pressure if you're tagged, if you don't feel like it just take this as a "hello!"

[4littlefishies]

The Eighth of September - The Last Chocolate Cream Puff

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: none :)

wc: 10k

previous chapter here!

Both Satoru and Suguru sleep like rocks throughout the night, waking up the next morning virtually unmoved from the position they fell asleep in. Suguru is the first to stir, the late September morning sunlight from outside dully making its way in through the cracks between curtains; not enough light to force them awake, but enough to light the room just enough to see. He yawns as he blinks his eyes open, not sure what time it is. Lifting his arm off of where it rests over Satoru’s waist, he rubs sleep from his eyes and looks up at the ceiling before turning his head to look at a still sleeping Satoru.

White tufts of hair stick up all over his head, slightly messy from sleep. He looks so peaceful like this; not causing any trouble, not making any noise, just lying there breathing almost inaudibly. His breath slowly comes and goes through his nose, his chest expanding contracting ever so slightly along with it. His right arm is underneath the pillow while his left arm wraps over the top of it, his fingers just barely touching his own arms as they come together around it, hugging it in his sleep. His face is pressed into the light grey silk pillowcase, his light pink lips pressed forward in a slight pout, putting a soft smile on Suguru’s face. Suguru yawns silently again as he props his head up on his elbow, looking down at his husband and just enjoying how tranquil he looks while he’s sleeping. His eyes wander towards the few faint purple teeth marks left on his neck from the night prior. He can’t help but lean himself forward and press a soft kiss to the one most accessible to him, doing his best not to wake Satoru as he does so. 

Rolling over, he decides to let Satoru sleep a bit longer while he gets up for the day. He picks up his phone to see a text from Shoko about an hour earlier.

‘We’re heading home, thanks again for ur guest room :)’

He thumbs up the message as he stands up from his side of the bed, brushing his hair back and out of his face with his hand as he heads towards the bathroom. 

It was nearly 11, but he decided that he would make breakfast for when Satoru eventually woke up, which shouldn’t be too long from now. After quickly brushing his teeth and hair, he clips it up and out of the way before pulling on a shirt and heading out to the kitchen to get started on making some okonomiyaki. He had been thinking about it since Wednesday and finally had the will to do it come Saturday morning. 

He starts by first making himself some coffee. When they had gotten back from Fukuoka, Satoru wanted to celebrate Suguru officially starting his new job, so he treated him to a brand new espresso machine. Since meeting Satoru, Suguru’s coffee routine had gone from slightly more elaborate than the average person’s to now almost seeming just outright pretentious and overly opulent. Satoru had done plenty of research, only wanting the best for Suguru, so of course he had everything that he needed to make an artisanal coffee, no matter what kind he wanted. He weighs out the perfect 18 grams of beans and funnels them into the grinder, looking over his shoulder to make sure that he closed the bedroom door before he turns it on, not wanting to wake his still sleeping husband. Next, he dumps the grinds into the portafilter before tamping them down. After putting a small espresso cup under the spout, he pulls the shot and heads over to the fridge to get his milk. It was a somewhat long process, but he enjoyed it as part of his morning routine. Some mornings, when he was feeling lazy, he would just use his trusty old chemex, but most days, he looked forward to making himself a fancy drink.

This morning, he decided on just a simple latte, working on steaming the milk while his shot finishes dripping into the glass beneath the spout. He picks out one of the many mugs from the cabinet and pours the shot in before pouring the milk on top, doing his best to make a swirly design with it as it fills up. He hums happily to himself, seeing what looks like a heart sitting in the design.

“Nice.” He says softly to himself, admiring his work before cleaning up after himself. He carefully picks up the mug and takes the first sip, being mindful as to not burn himself as he does so. He closes his eyes at the flavor, happy with his work. 

After savoring the first few sips, he sets his mug on the counter and starts prepping to make breakfast. He gets all the ingredients out of the fridge and spreads them out on the counter to make the okonomiyaki. It doesn’t take him long to mix everything together and get it cooking in a pan, skillfully flipping the first one once it’s golden brown on the bottom. After he finishes a few more and gets them set aside on a plate, he heads back into the bedroom to see if Satoru is awake yet.

As he predicted, Satoru was still fast asleep in the same position that he was in when Suguru woke up about a half an hour ago. He smiles, looking at the slow rise and fall of Satoru’s back as he sits down on the edge of the bed right next to him, resting his hand on his back and rubbing large slow circles. Leaning over, he whispers as to hopefully not startle him awake.

“Satoru.” He coos sweetly in his ear. “I made breakfast.” 

“Mmmm.” Satoru groans, his eyes still closed as he lays there unmoved. Suguru chuckles lightly and leans over to press a kiss to the back of his shoulder before standing back up off of the bed.

“It’s ready for you whenever you decide to get up.” He says softly before turning to head back out to the kitchen, wanting to try the ones he had already made. 

He grabs a plate from the cabinet and puts one of the circular shaped okonomiyaki on it. Grabbing kewpie mayo and Okonomi sauce, he finishes it off with the two and finally tops it with some shredded nori and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. He sits down at the island and takes the first bite before quickly regretting it, realizing how hot it still is as he tries not to burn his mouth by holding it open and inhaling with a, “Hah- ha- ha,” fanning his mouth and waiting for it to cool down slightly before he continues chewing.

“You’re supposed to let it cool off before you stick it in your mouth.” He hears Satoru say as he joins him in the kitchen after he emerges from the bedroom. 

“Shut up.” Suguru retorts after swallowing. 

“It smells super good, sweetcheeks. Thank you for making breakfast.” Satoru says, ignoring his response and coming over to meet him for a quick kiss before grabbing a plate of his own. “Did they already leave?” He asks, his head motioning in the direction of the guest bedroom.

Suguru chuckles at the nickname as he nods his head, cutting off another piece, but letting it cool down a little bit this time. “Yeah, they left before I even woke up.” He blows on it for a moment before popping it into his mouth, not scalding the inside of his mouth this time. 

“You didn’t make me any coffee?” Satoru teases lightly, grabbing an okonomiyaki for himself and topping it off with the same sauce and sesame seeds just as Suguru did to his.

“Do you want me to?” Suguru asks, looking up from his plate at Satoru who stands across the island from him.

“Nah, I’m just messing with ya.” Satoru rounds the counter and sets his plate down, sitting on the barstool next to Suguru. They both have their breakfast, unsurprisingly not leaving any leftovers behind. “So…” Satoru starts, sounding like he’s about to ask for something.

“So?” Suguru asks, waiting for him to finish what he’s inevitably going to say. 

“Do you wanna go see the house today?” Satoru asks, picking up his plate, as well as Suguru’s and taking them over to the sink to lightly rinse them before sticking them neatly into the dishwasher. Suguru smiles down at the countertop before looking up at Satoru where he stands, leaning on his elbows on the other side of the island.

“Baby, we can’t just show up and expect to be let in.” Suguru says, still sipping on his coffee, although the mug is just about empty.

“I know,” Satoru responds, walking back around to stand next to Suguru, leaning on his elbows once again with his chin in his palm. “That’s why I got us an appointment.” He says with a sly smile on his face.

Suguru’s jaw drops open slightly, surprised to hear what he just said. “You did?” He furrows his eyebrows, baffled by his response.

“I did.” Satoru responds, his smile just as cunning as his attitude. “We need to get ready because it’s at 2 and I don’t want us to be late.” Suguru is left slightly dumbfounded at this information, his mind racing, trying to decide when Satoru could have done this.

“For today? When did you even-”

Satoru nods his head, cutting off Suguru’s question before he can finish. “Yesterday, while you were busy working and I was lying on your couch; It’s surprisingly very easy to just go tour a house.” He says, standing next to where Suguru sits against the island and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“And you-”

“No more questions! We’re going to see it and we’re going to love it and we’re going to buy it, okay?” Satoru cuts him off once again, trying to direct him towards the bedroom so that they could get ready and get on their way. 

After they both take showers, washing off the groggy feeling lingering from the night before, they each decide what to wear, wanting to dress somewhat nice for the occasion. Suguru picks out a pair of light grey pants and a soft blue button up with a white tshirt underneath, opting to leave the button up open and roll up the sleeves. Satoru goes with black pants and a white tshirt as well, but adds a dark green quarter zip on top, wanting to stay warm out in the cool fall weather. 

“You look cute.” Satoru says as Suguru comes out of the closet, pulling the button up on and pushing up the sleeves.

“So do you.” He says, smiling at Satoru’s compliment. “Ready?” He asks, seeing that Satoru’s ready and is just sitting at the foot of the bed petting Shiro. He stands up with a nod of his head and the two of them head towards the front door, pulling on their shoes before heading out and down towards the elevator. 

“It looks like it’ll take us about an hour to get there.” Satoru says, looking at the map he already has pulled up on his phone. “But that means we’ll be early, so that’s good.”

“I still can’t believe it was that easy for you to get us a tour.” Suguru says, shaking his head as the doors open to an empty elevator. He presses the button to get down to the garage as the doors slowly slide shut. 

“I just filled out the form, it really wasn’t difficult at all, actually.” Satoru says, resting his elbow on Suguru’s shoulder. The elevator descends a few floors before stopping and letting a few more people on. They stand silently in the elevator until it opens once again down in the parking garage letting everyone out. After they get to Suguru’s car, Satoru immediately plugs his phone in, putting the directions up on the screen before picking out a song to start their hour-long trip.

“You didn’t have to talk to anyone?” Suguru asks, picking up the conversation where they left off in the elevator.

“Nope. Just got the confirmation email and then someone named Tanaka reached out saying we could come today at 2.” Satoru explains, looking back through his email. 

“Did they say anything else?” Suguru asks as they pull out of the parking garage and onto the street, heading in the direction the gps is telling him to go.

“Nope, except for that we should park in the garage when we get there, it’ll be open for us… They’re probably pretty busy, you know?” 

“Hmm.” Suguru hums, nodding his head in agreement. Once they get onto the highway, Satoru grabs one of Suguru’s hands from the wheel, fidgeting with his fingers for a moment before resting it down on his leg. Suguru chuckles lightly. “If you want me to rest my hand there you can just tell me, baby.” Suguru says with a smile, looking over to his husband for a second before focusing back on the road in front of him. 

“I know, but I can also just play with your fingers and do it myself.” He responds, continuing to gaze down at the way Suguru’s fingers look spread out over his thigh. Seeing the obsidian black ring around his ring finger puts a smile on Satoru’s face. “I really hope we like the house as much as I think we’re going to.” He says, looking over to watch Suguru’s face as he focuses on driving. Suguru gives his thigh a squeeze with a smile spreading on his lips.

“I bet it’ll be even better in person, don’t you think?” Suguru asks, thinking back to the pictures that he’d looked at with Satoru. It looked absolutely perfect; he could already see them living there just through the pictures on the small screen. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Satoru says, resting his own hand down on top of Suguru’s and letting out a sigh as they continue down the highway. 

As they expected, they’re about 15 minutes early, so instead of just waiting, they decide to drive around the surrounding area to see what the neighborhood looks like. The houses all look beautiful, many of them having gates at the front, hiding most of the house just from the road. The higher up into the hills they go and closer they get to the house, the more excited and restless Satoru starts to feel. 

“Are you excited?” Satoru asks, unable to sit still in his seat after the hour-long drive. 

“Of course I am.” Suguru responds, giving Satoru’s leg a pat.

“Aren’t you gonna ask if I’m excited?

“I don’t think I need to ask. You’re practically ready to jump out of the car.” Suguru responds with a slight chuckle. Satoru smiles at him as they finally pull up to the house and into the open garage just past the short driveway. It doesn’t look like much from the street, a large stone façade and a couple trees amongst vertical light colored wood louvers hiding most of the front of the house. He’s practically giddy with excitement as the car shuts off and they step out. Suguru walks around the front of the car to join Satoru, grabbing onto his hand as they walk through the open door to an outdoor set of stairs. After heading up the stairs they’re met with what can only be the black set of front doors. 

“Do we knock, you think?” Satoru asks, looking over at Suguru who’s already reaching forward to ring the doorbell. He presses it and looks back at Satoru with a smile, excited for what’s to come. “Good call.” Satoru says as he nods his head with a smile still on his face as they hear footsteps approaching from the other side of the door and the doorknob turning. He gives Suguru’s hand a squeeze as the door is pulled inward and a woman in a cream colored sweater and olive colored pants is standing there with a smile. 

“Hello! Welcome, welcome!” She says with a smile, sticking out her hand to shake each of theirs. “You must be Geto-sama. I’m Yumi Tanaka, it’s a pleasure to meet you both.” 

“Very nice to meet you, Tanaka-san.” Suguru says as he shakes her hand with a smile. “I’m Suguru, this is Satoru.”

“Nice to meet you.” Satoru says with a similar smile as he shakes her hand. 

“I’m glad you made it here alright.” She says, stepping aside and allowing the two of them to step past her inside. As they take off their shoes, both Satoru and Suguru are already looking around the entryway in awe, finally seeing the house that they’ve just been looking at through pictures. Seen through the entry hallway is a large floor to ceiling window that lets the light from the back garden inside. “I can give you two a quick tour, and then you’re welcome to look around on your own if you’d like. I don’t have any other tours today, so you can take your time looking around.” She explains, looking between the two of them with a polite smile. The two men give her a nod in response, smiling at each other when she turns around to lead the way. Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand as they follow her into the house.

She starts by heading to the left, showing them the office, as well as one of the bedrooms, one of the bathrooms, and then a room with tatami mat flooring and the walls completely opened up to the outside. Going back towards the other end of the house, she shows off the main bedroom, laundry room, and the living room that’s on the ground floor. Once they head up the stairs, they see the kitchen which is attached to the dining room and the main living room. The walls are all sliding glass doors that tuck away into the walls, perfect for letting a breeze flow through the house during the warmer months. Along with the kitchen and living room on the second floor is another bedroom and an outdoor terrace. Finally, they head up to the roof where there’s a shallow pool as well as a deck. The view all around is stunning, Mt. Fuji in the distance and downtown Tokyo far off in the opposite direction. 

“This view is beautiful.” Satoru says with a smile.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” Yumi says, looking back with a smile. “I love when I get to bring clients up here.” 

“I would definitely be up here all the time.” Satoru agrees with her, looking back at her with a smile. He can already picture the nights he would spend with Suguru up on the roof, lying on their backs looking up at the stars.

After a couple more moments of taking in the view, they head back down to the bottom of the stairs. “If you two want, you can take some time on your own to look around. I’ll be down in the office right by the front door if you need anything.” She says with a polite nod of her head before she takes off down the stairs, leaving Satoru and Suguru to look around on their own. 

“Suguru, this house is perfect.” Satoru says in a hushed voice as soon as Yumi disappears from his view down the stairs. 

Suguru can’t help but smile as he turns around to look Satoru in the eyes. “It’s really nice, isn’t it?” He asks, rubbing his hand over Satoru’s lower back as they stand in the walkway between the kitchen and the living room. The feeling sends tingles over his skin, putting a soft smile on his face. The wall of windows lets lots of natural light into the living room and the connected dining room. Satoru goes to stand up against the island, looking around the kitchen. 

“I think your espresso machine would look perfect right there.” Satoru says, pointing to one corner of the counter. Suguru walks up next to him, leaning his elbows on the counter next to him with a smile.

“You moving in already?” He teases lightly.

“And we could put Shiro’s cat tree in the corner over there by the window, she’d love it.” Satoru continues, going on about where they would put all of their furniture. “Don’t you think so?”

“I do, baby.” Suguru says, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the side of his head. “You really love it, huh?” He asks as Satoru continues rambling on about what they could put on the shelves in the living room.

“Of course I do! Don’t you?” Satoru asks with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. 

“I do too. It’s just exciting to watch you be so excited about it.” He says with a smile. “Do you wanna go look at the rest again?” Suguru suggests, standing up from where he rests against the kitchen island. Satoru nods his head as they head back downstairs and into the main bedroom. 

“Satoru, don’t mess with things.” Suguru says as Satoru leaves his side and goes over to mess with the wall of windows. He accidentally figures out that there are actually shoji tucked away into the walls as well, defeating the need for any curtains.

“Woah!” He says, pulling them out of the wall and in front of the windows. “Do you think these are upstairs too?”

“I bet they are.” Suguru says, walking over and looking at them as well before carefully pushing them back into the pocket that they came from. 

“This bath is gorgeous.” Suguru says as he steps out of the bathroom, seeing that Satoru had opened the sliding doors and was checking out the back garden. The large walls of glass were similar to the ones at the apartment, although instead of a busy city 36 floors below, they had a beautiful garden just on the other side. The landscaping looked like something akin to a home and garden magazine. The karesansui consisted of perfectly laid white gravel with a few Japanese Black Pine trees on the border and one in the middle. The larger stones throughout the garden made for magnificent centerpieces, the greenery around them really helping to tie it all together. 

“You could sit out here and have your coffee in the morning.” Satoru says, turning around as he feels Suguru join him outside.

“I think it would be too hard for me to leave and go to work if I were to do that.” He says, resting his hand on Satoru’s back as he stands next to him, the both of them admiring the serene feeling of the garden with the cool autumn breeze passing through. Suguru presses a kiss to the side of Satoru’s head before they head back in, making sure to close the sliding door behind them.

After they finish checking out the main bedroom once again, they head back out into the hallway and walk down towards the other bedroom on the ground floor. “It’s nice that the bedrooms aren’t too close together.” Suguru points out as they step inside. 

“Yeah, nice for when we have kids, huh?” Satoru asks with a smirk, turning around to look at Suguru with a smile. 

The smile on Suguru’s face grows when he hears Satoru’s words. “You think so?” He asks, earning an enthusiastic nod in response from Satoru. “Me too.” He says, stepping closer to Satoru and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

Finally, they head back into the more formal living room on the ground floor once more. “Oh, sick!” Satoru says, walking over to a piano that sits in the far corner of the room. “I saw this earlier and wanted to check it out.” He sits down on the bench and opens up the cover. “I’ve always wanted a piano like this in my house.” Suguru steps further in and stands on the other side of the piano, watching as Satoru opens up the book that sits on the music stand and sets it back down before letting his fingers feel over the keys. “It’s been a while, so don’t boo me if it’s not great, I doubt my sight reading is what it used to be.”

Suguru tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows, slightly confused at first, not entirely knowing what the sentence that just came out of his mouth means, but when Satoru starts to play the piece that’s on the page he picked out, he understands. He walks around the side of the piano, watching the way his long fingers dance over the keys, hitting every note on the page - as far as Suguru can tell - perfectly. As he continues playing, Satoru scoots a bit to the side on the bench, making room for Suguru to sit down next to him. 

“I know you said you played piano as a kid, but I didn’t know you meant like this.” Suguru says with a soft chuckle, surprised at what a prodigy it seemed his husband was. 

Satoru turns his head to speak to Suguru, but doesn’t take his eyes off the sheet music, continuing to play as he speaks. “I practiced just about every day for probably 13 years.” He says, not missing a single note from the page. “I’m surprised I can still do this, honestly. I haven’t touched a piano in about five years.” He admits before finishing up the short piece that he’s playing. 

“If we get this house, we’re keeping the piano.” Suguru says as Satoru closes the cover back over the keys once again.

“You want me to play for you every day, huh Sugu?” Satoru asks in a sweet voice, only slightly teasing him as they both stand up from the bench.

“If you want to, I’ll listen to you play all day long, baby.” He says with a smile as they head back out into the entry hallway where Yumi is already standing.

“I see you found the piano.” She says with a smile.

“Oh, yeah sorry.” Satoru apologizes with a cheeky smile on his face. “I probably should’ve asked first.” 

“It’s no problem!” She reassures him. “Most visitors just tap a couple keys, if anything, so it was nice to hear it actually played for once.” She says with a smile still sitting on her face as she nods. 

“Is keeping the piano an option if we buy the house?” Satoru asks, mentally crossing his fingers as he awaits her answer.

“It’s just there for staging right now, so that’s absolutely an option.” She says as she nods her head with a smile. 

“That’s great to hear, Yumi.” Satoru says with an excited smile. Suguru elbows him lightly in the side before he speaks up.

“Thank you very much Tananka-san, I’m sure we’ll be in touch if not later today, then definitely some time this week.” Suguru says, turning to look at his husband with raised eyebrows, silently scolding him with his look.

“I look forward to hearing from you Geto-sama.” she says with a polite smile as they all head back towards the front door. 

After putting their shoes on and taking one final glance around, the two of them head back out the front door and down the stairs to the garage where Suguru’s car sits. “Satoru, I really shouldn’t have to tell you when to use polite speech, you’re almost 30.”

“It’s fine Suguru.” Satoru brushes off his warning as they open the car doors and sit back inside. He hears as Suguru lets out a defeated sigh at his response. “So what did you think?” He asks, not wasting any time as he plugs his phone in and gets the directions up to head back home. Suguru is silent for a moment as he backs out of the garage. “Sugu?” Satoru asks, looking over at him as he’s waiting not-so-patiently for an answer. 

“I really like it, Toru.” He says, his voice sounding like warm honey in Satoru’s ears as it’s coming out of his mouth.

Satoru’s heart flutters in his chest, a smile growing on his face. He wants nothing more than for this to be the house that they live in and grow their family in. “Do you think I should tell her we wanna make an offer?” 

“Don’t you think we should talk to an agent first?” Suguru asks, as he carefully drives back through the neighborhood, taking in everything as they head back down the hill. 

“Why? Do you think we need to? I mean, I could pay for a lot of it right now if we wanted to.” Satoru says, looking over at Suguru as he focuses on the road. 

“Satoru…” Suguru sighs out Satoru’s name, shaking his head slightly. He takes a breath before he continues. “I don’t want you to feel like you need to pay for everything. I want to pay for it too. It’s our home, not just yours.”

“But I want to.”

“Satoru.” Suguru says again, taking his hand off the wheel and resting it on Satoru’s thigh, giving it a squeeze. “I’m paying for at least half.”

“But-”

“No buts.” Suguru says firmly, looking over to Satoru for a second before looking back at the road. “I’m not letting you pay for more than half.” He says, shaking his head as he speaks. 

“What if you just pay the deposit?” Satoru suggests.

“On top of my half?” He teases, knowing that Satoru is going to try to do anything to get him to cave. Satoru lets out a huff when he won’t budge. “Baby, we’ve talked about this already. I’m not letting you pay for the whole thing just because you can.” He says, using Satoru’s own words against him. Satoru pouts in the passenger seat as Suguru continues down the street, trying not to smile when he feels Suguru’s hand squeeze his thigh once again. “You can get us some new furniture, yeah?” He suggests, trying to get Satoru to stop his childish pouting. 

“You want a new couch?” Satoru suggests, immediately perking up like a puppy at the thought of it. “I think we’d need a bigger one to fit that living room anyway.”

“You can get us whatever your heart desires, my love.” Suguru says, his voice sweet as he picks up Satoru’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. 

Satoru smiles at the feeling of his warm lips against the back of his hand. “I love you.” He says, bringing Suguru’s hand up to his lips to return the favor.

“I love you too.” Suguru says, a soft smile on his face as he focuses on the road. “Do you maybe wanna go pay the kids a visit?” He suggests, already knowing the answer. 

“Sugu, is that even a question?” He asks, changing the directions in his gps to take them to the cafe so that they can hopefully see Yuji and the others. They hadn’t been back there together in about a month and a half. He had gone a couple times by himself, but every time he was there, one of them asked him where Suguru was, so he knew they’d all be excited. 

“Do you think they’re gonna be excited to see us?” Suguru asks, smiling at the thought. One of the things he missed most while being in Fukuoka was going every day to see the bubbly pink-haired boy and his more reserved dark-haired counterpart. Of course Satoru missed the tasty sweets that Tsumiki would bake, but most of all, they both missed walking from the office to the cafe every day to see the group of kids that were always happy to see them. 

“Of course they are! Yuji’s probably gonna explode from the excitement.” Satoru says with a smile on his face. He can picture it in his mind; confetti falling from the ceiling, sweets everywhere, he might even cry from the surprise of seeing them.

“We’re gonna have to go visit them when we move.” Suguru says, focusing back on the road ahead of him. They went from going to the cafe just about every day for lunch to going only a few times a month on the weekends. Satoru would go occasionally during the week, but much less frequently than he would when he was working at the office just a couple blocks away. Tsumiki was always coming up with new things to bake, so Satoru always had the excuse that he had to go to try out whatever she came up with. 

“Definitely.” Satoru agrees, relaxing back into his seat and watching out the window with his chin in his palm as Suguru drives. Most of the drive is uneventful, other than a few comments here and there from Satoru about Suguru’s driving.

“Sweetheart, I could really do without your backseat driving.” Suguru says, his voice sweet as he does his best not to snap at the white-haired menace in his passenger seat. 

Satoru has a shit-eating grin on his face, knowing that he’s about to make a stupid joke that will either make his husband laugh or will break him. “Actually, I’m in the front seat.” He says in a very matter-of-factly sounding voice. 

Suguru presses his lips together into a straight line and lets out a long breath that he didn’t realize he was holding in. “Look at my face. Does it look like I’m laughing?” He says with a blank stare ahead as he grips the wheel tighter. “One of us has their license and it’s not the one in the passenger seat, is it?” He shoots back, knowing that’ll most likely shut him up.

“Hey.” Satoru says, furrowing his eyebrows and crossing his arms across his chest as he mopes in his seat. “That’s by choice.”

“So you should choose to keep your comments about my driving to yourself, yeah?” Suguru says, making his facial expressions at the road ahead of him, knowing that Satoru sees them anyway.

“You love me.” Satoru finally says, leaning over and resting his head on Suguru’s shoulder.

“I never said that I didn’t.” Suguru says, a slight smile creeping onto his face as they quickly approach their destination. After finding a place to park, they start walking the short distance to the cafe, the autumn sun starting to duck behind the surrounding towering buildings. Satoru grabs onto Suguru’s hand, swinging it as they walk, trying to move more to warm himself up a little in the absence of the late afternoon sun.

Once the front door of the cafe comes into view, Satoru falls easily back into his old habits and lets go of Suguru’s hand, rushing up ahead of him to open the door for him. “Hey, I thought we were done with this!” Suguru shouts after him, hurrying to keep up with him.

“I will never stop running to open up doors for you, Suguboo.” Satoru says sweetly, pulling the door open to allow him in first. 

“Thank you.” Suguru says with a smile, his voice soft and his cheeks slightly pink as he walks through the doorway, the bell making a noise as they both step into the cafe. It’s mostly empty sprinkled with a couple people working on their laptops and enjoying a late afternoon pastry here and there. 

They head up to the counter and Satoru starts as he always does by looking at what’s in the display case. It’s much closer to closing time than when they’re normally there, so his options are more limited than usual. There isn’t anyone behind the counter, but upon hearing the door ring, Tsumiki comes out from the back with a gentle smile on her face. Once she sees that it’s Suguru and Satoru standing at the counter, she lets out a small gasp, not having seen them in months. 

“Hi Gojo-sama, Geto-sama!” She says with a bright smile on her face. She was normally back in the kitchen baking or busy prepping for the next day, so it was a real surprise for her to be the first one to see the two of them. “How are you?”

“Really good!” Satoru says as he’s bent over looking at the lit up display case. “I see you still have some cream puffs!” His mouth is practically watering as he looks down at them. He sees that the chocolate ones are gone and feels a slight disappointment.

“Satoru…” Suguru says, sounding slightly disappointed in his husband and his ability to completely derail the conversation to whatever it is that he desires.

Tsumiki is a sweetheart and of course goes along with it happily. “Yep! Lots of strawberry and matcha ones left today.” She says, looking through the case from the back side.

“No chocolate though?” Satoru asks, although he can clearly see that the tray is empty.

“Actually…” She starts, which makes Satoru perk up, his eyebrows raising in anticipation. “I think I might have one in the back, let me go check.” She says before turning around to go check.

As she disappears into the back, it’s no more than five seconds later that Yuji comes barreling out at a speed that is surely unsafe for where he works. “Gojo!” He yells at a volume that should only be reserved for outdoors. 

“Itadori!” Nobara shouts from the other side of the doorway. “Stop shouting, we still have customers!” Her volume rivals that of Yuji’s as she glares at him through the window. The few customers in the cafe take the yelling as their sign to start getting ready to leave, knowing that the cafe is closing soon anyway.

“But Gojo and Geto are here!” He shouts back at her, his eyes wide with excitement as Suguru and Satoru chuckle lightly at his reaction. “Hey guys!” He says with a wide smile on his face. 

“Hey Yuji!” Satoru responds with a similar smile on his face. Suguru stands next to him with a grin, watching as the two of them interact. 

“I feel like I haven't seen you both here in foreverrr.” He says, drawing out the word as he says it. As he speaks, Tsumiki emerges once again from the kitchen, holding a small box.

“We had one more!” She says, holding up the box which presumably has a chocolate cream puff inside.

“Weren’t you taking this home?” Yuji asks, looking down at the box with the clear panel on top as she sets it on the counter in front of him.

“I can take home a different one, it’s okay, Gojo can have it.” She says with a sweet smile.

Satoru clutches his chest as he hears her words. “Really? You can take it Tsumiki, I’m okay with a strawberry one.” He says, not wanting to take the last chocolate cream puff if she was saving it for herself. 

“No, no, no. You take it, really.” She insists, shaking her head as Satoru tries to tell her that she can have it. “Consider it a wedding gift.” She says with a sweet smile on her face as she backs into the kitchen once more.

“You’re the best, Tsumiki!” Satoru calls out after her. “I’ll cherish it even more than I normally would!” He says, despite her already being in the kitchen and probably unable to hear what he’s saying.

“Oh yeah!” Yuji lets out. “You guys got married, huh?” 

Suguru nods his head with a smile. “Yep, we’re actually both Geto now.” Suguru says, looking between Satoru and Yuji.

“Wait, really?” Yuji questions. “That’s gonna be hard to get used to.” He says with a nervous smile as he fidgets with the string on his apron. 

“Mhm!’ Satoru says enthusiastically.

“And you’ve even got rings and everything!” He says, finally noticing the rings on both Satoru and Suguru’s fingers. They both smile as they hold out their hands to let him see. “Wowww.” He draws out, admiring their simple rings. “That’s so cool you guys!”

“I think so too.” Satoru says with a smile. 

“Well… Can I get anything else for you?” Yuji asks, realizing that they’re probably there to get food and not just to talk to him. Satoru picks out a couple more sweets from the case and Suguru orders just a tea for himself. “Alright, you’re all set!” He says with a smile as he hands the box of pastries over to Satoru and Suguru his tea.

“But we haven’t paid yet?” Suguru says, his voice slightly confused as he looks down at Yuji with his wallet already in his hand, ready to pay.

“Don’t worry about it!” Yuji responds with a bubbly smile. “It’s on the house.”

“What? No, no, let me at least pay for Satoru’s sweets, it’s so much.” Suguru says, trying to convince him to let him pay for the box full of them.

“No need! Really. Like Tsumiki said, consider it a wedding gift.” Yuji says with a smile. 

Suguru lets out a sigh, realizing that he probably isn't going to win this battle against this very stubborn teenager. “At least let me get a couple more things and let me pay for them.” He tries taking a new approach at it.

“You guys can take everything in this case if you want, but I’m not letting you pay for any of it.” Yuji stands his ground. Upon hearing his words, Satoru’s eyes widen at the possibility.

Before Satoru can even say anything, Suguru turns to him with a finger raised. “Hey. No.”

“I wasn’t even gonna say anything!” He says although they both know that that’s far from the truth. He furrows his eyebrows, looking back down at the case. “Can we just get a few more of the swiss roll slices?” Satoru sticks out his lower lip as he asks, giving Suguru the best puppy dog eyes that he possibly can.

“Of course you-”

“Satoru, we don’t-” Suguru and Yuji start to answer him at the same time, both with a different answer. Yuji backs off slightly when Suguru looks at him with a raised eyebrow, silently telling him to zip it. “Satoru, we don’t need any more sweets, don’t you think we got enough already?” 

“If it makes you guys feel any better, we already took everything we want, so the rest of it is probably going to get tossed…” Yuji says softly, motioning back towards everyone in the back kitchen before he steps back away from the counter, not wanting to feel Suguru’s scarily calm yet intimidating death stare anymore.

“See Sugu! They’re going to go to a good home if we take them!” Satoru tries to argue back, gesturing at the display case.

Suguru looks at him, his eyebrow cocked and his lips in a slight frown. “Satoru, it’s food. You’re acting like it’s a lost puppy we’re talking about.” 

“Exactly! Just food! So what’s the issue if we get a few more things?” Satoru does his best to persuade Suguru to let him take some more treats.

“I can’t believe you’re a real adult.” Suguru says, shaking his head with a smirk he’s unable to keep from his lips. Although he tried his best to keep Satoru’s sugar consumption to a minimum, that just always seemed to make him push back even harder. With that, Satoru points out a few more things, which Yuji happily boxes up and puts into a bag before handing it over to Suguru. 

“Why are you guys here so late anyway?” Yuji asks as Suguru takes the bag from him and lets it hang off his wrist. “You’re usually about five hours earlier.”

“We were actually just coming back from looking at a house we’re hopefully gonna buy.” Satoru says with a smile, excited to talk about it even more.

“A house? Wow, that’s crazy! Did you guys like it? Where are you moving to? When are you moving?” He rapidly fires his questions as he leans up against the back counter with his arms crossed, the teenager now suddenly curious to know everything about their home-buying process.

“We really liked it.” Suguru affirms with a smile and nod of his head. “We’re really hoping that we’re able to get it.” Satoru grabs and squeezes his hand as he says it, thinking the exact same thing.

“Well, I also hope you guys get it if you really like it that much.” 

“Itadori!” A stern voice is heard shouting back from the kitchen just before Megumi is seen standing in the doorway, his brows furrowed with an annoyed look on his face. “We’ve been closed for five minutes and you haven’t helped out with anything. If you want to go out with us, you better start helping us clean up.”

“Hi Megumi!” Satoru shouts out, sounding overly happy because he knows how he’ll react no matter his tone. Suguru opts for giving him a silent wave and a polite smile. 

“Hi Geto-sama.” Megumi says, thinking he’s only acknowledging Suguru, but instead he’s opened a whole new can of worms for himself.

“Actually, we’re both Geto now, so hi Megumi!” Satoru says extra enthusiastically, waving as he ducks back into the kitchen after quickly realizing the grave error he’s made. 

“Hurry up, Itadori.” Megumi shouts from the door before heading back to focus on his closing duties.

Yuji smiles up at the two of them sheepishly, knowing that if he doesn’t get working he’s gonna get another earful. “Well, I guess I gotta go. It was really nice seeing you guys!” Yuji says with a small wave as Satoru and Suguru slowly start heading back towards the front door.

“We’ll be back soon!” Satoru says with a final wave as they make it to the door. “That was so nice of him, wasn’t it Suguru?” He asks, taking hold of Suguru’s hand that isn’t holding the bag of sweets.

“What the hell do you think we’re gonna do with three boxes of this stuff?” Suguru asks, his question lighthearted while looking down at the bag that hangs from his wrist. 

“What do you mean? We’re gonna eat it.” Satoru says as if it was the most obvious thing he’s ever said. 

“Baby, how do you plan on eating all of this before it gets stale?” Suguru asks, already knowing that Satoru is well capable of doing it. “Actually, forget I asked.” He says, squeezing Satoru’s hand as they walk down the sidewalk back towards where the car is parked. “Do you want to grab something to eat before we head home?” He asks, thinking about all of the various options for food around the area. 

“I’m so glad you asked, actually.” Satoru says, already having an idea in his head. He starts walking a little quicker, pulling on Suguru’s hand to get him to keep up. Without even letting Suguru ask where he’s taking them, he starts explaining. “I saw a food cart around here selling buttered potatoes when I was on my run over here the other day, keep up!” Satoru says, his excitement apparent in his voice as he drags his husband along.

“Slow down!” Suguru speaks up after him, trying to tug back on his hand, but that just makes Satoru pull harder, his heart already set on getting himself a potato.

“No can do, Sugu.” Satoru says, turning back to look over his shoulder with a smile on his face. “It’s just right around the corner here.” They round the corner only to see that there’s a short line that they’ll have to wait in.

“You didn’t have to drag me. We’re gonna have to wait in line anyway.” Suguru huffs out as they stand behind the last person. 

“You know how much I love these things, Suguboo.” He crosses his arms as he says it, leaning his head on Suguru’s shoulder for a short moment before he picks it up again. “I’m the number two fan of buttered potatoes in the entire country behind-”

“Matsuyama Chiharu,” Suguru nods his head and finishes the sentence for him. “I’m well aware.” He says with a slight chuckle as he jokingly rolls his eyes. It was Satoru’s go-to whenever he needed to convey just how much he loved a good buttered potato. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’d get rid of all of these sweets for one potato if you had to choose.” Suguru highly contemplates actually making him decide between the two, but ultimately determines that’s a battle that he doesn’t want to even try to fight. 

“Good thing I’ll never have to make that decision.” Satoru turns to look at Suguru with a grin as he says it. Thankfully, the line moves relatively quickly and they’re able to quickly get their food and head back to where the car is parked once again. 

“You really should wait to eat that until we get home, baby.” Suguru says, watching as Satoru eats his food as they walk, nearly reaching the car already. “It’ll be less than ten minutes.” He assures him, unlocking the car as it finally comes into view.

“Can’t wait that long.” Satoru says, his mouth already full as he speaks. Suguru looks at him, a displeased look on his face. 

“You better not make a mess in my car.” Suguru warns, realizing that there’s no reasoning with him any further. He opens the door for Satoru and turns around to see him waiting with a smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’m already done.” Satoru says, crumpling up the small bit of foil that they came in and shoving it into his pocket. “Thank you, Gugu.” He says with a beaming smile. Suguru just looks at him in amazement as he sits down into his seat and holds out his hands, ready to take the bag from Suguru. He takes it and sets it on the floor between his feet while Suguru closes the door and walks around to his side.

“You really are just a human vacuum.” He says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as he falls into the driver’s seat. 

“You knew that.”

“Yeah, I did.” He starts the car with a smile on his face before leaning over to give Satoru a quick kiss before they start on their way home. The drive is quick, Satoru happily singing obnoxiously along to the music he plays through the speakers and Suguru laughing quietly to himself. “I love you… So much” Suguru says, looking over at the white-haired menace in his passenger seat as they’re stopped at a red light. 

Satoru grabs Suguru’s hand from where it rests and picks it up, bringing the back of it to his lips so that he can press a soft kiss to the skin. “I love you too, Gugu.” Satoru says, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile as he looks over at his husband in the driver’s seat. 

Before they know it, they make it back to their building and back up to the apartment with all of their treats from the cafe and Suguru’s potato that he hadn’t eaten yet.  Suguru sets the bag on the kitchen island before heading to sit down at the table to eat his potato. Satoru pulls the boxes out of the bag and puts what needs to go into the fridge away, making sure to grab out a cream puff for himself before he heads over to join Suguru at the table while they both eat. 

“You think we’re gonna get the house?” Satoru asks, watching as Suguru takes a bite, a smile on his face at the pleasant taste. Shiro walks back and forth through their legs under the table, rubbing her face along them as she walks. Satoru looks underneath at her, reaching down to give her a quick pet as she walks by, meowing once she feels his hand along her back.

Suguru nods his head with a smile as he chews, waiting until his mouth isn’t full before he actually answers. “I think so.” He says, sounding sure of it. “I’m surprised no one else has snatched it up yet.” 

“Me neither… Which means we gotta, right?” Satoru says before he takes another bite of his cream puff, looking across the table at Suguru. It had everything they’d wanted in a house. There was plenty of room, a beautiful view of the mountain, it was far enough away, but close enough to everything they’d need. It was perfect in every way. 

Taking the last bite of his potato, Suguru crumples up the foil and looks across the table at Satoru with a gentle smile. “You really want it?” He asks, but it’s not much of a question at all. He already knows the answer, and he knows that they both feel the same way. Satoru nods his head enthusiastically, a big smile on his face as he stuffs the rest of the cream puff into his mouth. “I think we should go for it.”

“I'll email Yumi back right now.” Satoru says, pulling out his phone with excitement. Both of their hearts beat hard in their chests, the thought of this being their home racing through their minds. Satoru strats drafting out an email as Suguru stands up from the table, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of Satoru’s head before heading into the bedroom to get changed out of his clothes from being out for the day. 

He heads into the closet and drops his dirty clothes into the hamper before picking out some shorts and a hoodie, pulling it on before heading into the bathroom. He lets his hair down and is brushing it out when Satoru joins him, already changed out of his clothes as he’s coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around his waist. He rests his chin on his shoulder and lets his eyes slowly close as he takes a slow inhale, his nose pressing against the skin on Suguru’s neck and the corners of his lips upturned into a smile. “Can I do it?” Satoru asks, grabbing the brush from Suguru’s hand and pressing a quick kiss to the side of his neck.

Suguru nods his head with a gentle smile, turning around to come face to face with Satoru. Their lips come together, both of their hands still on the brush until Suguru finally lets go, letting Satoru have it. They smile against each other’s lips as Satoru lets his hand with the brush fall down to his side. Heading back out to the bedroom, Suguru sits down in the armchair next to the window and Satoru readjusts the other chair to be right behind him. 

With his long glossy onyx hair falling over the back of the chair, Satoru runs his fingers through it, making sure that it’s all behind the chair before he starts brushing gently from the bottom. Suguru lets his eyes fall closed as he leans his head back and lets Satoru brush slowly through his hair. The feeling of Satoru brushing his hair was something he’d come to appreciate. The way he was slow and gentle felt like he was at a spa getting a head massage. Satoru smiles as he slowly works his way up towards the roots from the ends, making sure that Suguru’s hair is detangled before working up higher onto his head. 

The sun had gone down and the lights of the city were glittering just outside the window. Satoru takes a breath slowly, thinking about his question before he speaks. “Do you think we’ll be good parents, Sugu?” Satoru asks, his words cutting through the silence of their bedroom. 

Suguru’s eyes open, looking up at the ceiling as his head is still resting back over the chair as Satoru brushes through his hair. “What makes you ask?”

Satoru shrugs his shoulders, twisting his lips to the side as he thinks. “I don’t really know… Just thinking about it, I guess.” He says, furrowing his brows as he continues brushing, even though he’s been done getting all the tangles out for a while now. Questions like this one weren't anything out of the ordinary for Satoru. He’d ask random little things like “What do you think we’ll look like when we’re old,” or “How many pets at once is too many for us to have?” It always made Suguru smile, knowing that Satoru was thinking about their future together just as much as he was. 

Suguru leans his head back over the chair even further, looking at Satoru upside down with a smile on his face. “I think we’ll be great parents, don’t you think?”

Satoru leans forwards and presses a kiss to his lips, his nose bumping against Suguru’s chin, causing them both to chuckle lightly. “How many do you want?” Satoru asks, setting the brush to the side of him in the chair, looking down at Suguru as he still looks up at him upside down.  

They’d talked about it before, but this felt more serious. Now that they were about to buy a house, it felt more real to them; like it’s finally a feasible possibility. “I feel like two is a nice number, don’t you?” Suguru replies. He realizes that Satoru is done brushing his hair and lifts his head up once again. He turns his chair around so that he’s now facing Satoru, the two of them sitting at the window, looking out at the lights as they talk. 

“I was actually thinking ten, but two is a good start.” Satoru says jokingly, pulling a breathy laugh from Suguru.

“I think ten is a bit much.” Suguru says with a chuckle, clasping his fingers together in front of his stomach as he sits back in his chair. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Satoru agrees with him, knowing that he wasn’t actually serious. “We’d have to buy a much bigger house if that was the case.”

“Exactly.” Suguru agrees, glancing over to where Satoru sits in his chair, his arm resting over the side with his hand dangling freely. He reaches out and grabs Satoru’s hand, playing with the silver ring that circles his ring finger with a smile. “You emailed Yumi back?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

Satoru nods his head with a gentle smile, standing up from his chair and plopping himself down in Suguru’s lap. He wraps his arms around the back of his neck and pulls himself closer, resting his head against Suguru’s. “Yep. She probably won’t respond until tomorrow, but I’m excited to hear back.” Suguru’s hand snakes underneath his shirt to rub slowly over his warm skin as they sit there for a moment, just taking in each other’s presence in the soft warm light of their bedroom. 

Looking down at Suguru’s face for a moment, a smile sits on Satoru’s lips before he leans in for a tender kiss. Their movements are slow as they come together, their soft lips pressing against each other’s in a way that sends warm tingles all throughout both of their bodies. Suguru brings his free hand up to cup underneath Satoru’s jaw, holding this face with a warm hand. 

“Can I ask a favor of you?” Suguru whispers, their lips just inches apart from each other. 

Satoru smiles down at him, bringing his own hand to cup under Suguru’s jaw, mirroring the position that he’s in. “Anything for you, my sweet.” He says with a soft smirk, wondering whatever it could be that his husband is asking him to do in such a sultry tone of voice.

Suguru presses one more kiss to Satoru’s lips, smiling against them before pulling back once again to ask his burning question in an alluring whisper, his eyes half lidded as he stares into Satoru’s bright blues. “Would you go out to the kitchen and bring me back one of those cream puffs?” 

chapter 4

[ornii]

“Bitterly Beautiful”

Wednesday Addams X Blind Male Reader. Part (1)

• This was a Story i posted on my Wattpad and decided to post it here, also thanks for reading it btw. I decided to use tumblr and well here I am.

Nevermore Academy, founded in 1791, to house and Teach the most, unique, individuals. Some were Vampires, Werewolves, and some even the most otherworldly beings, but there even existed monsters from beyond the bounds of reality. That could not be any more true than the boy who awakens in his dormitory room, he keeps his eyes closed but sits up with a weary yawn. He, without much issue gets dressed in the classic Nevermore uniform, the grimly striped blazer with shirt, tie and sweater combination of black sleek pants. After putting a pair of dark oval glasses on, he turns left and grabs a cane, a very antique design with a steel crow embodied design for the handle. He twirls it and walks to the door and leaves for the morning.

The boy enters a large courtyard, where the sounds of students bellowing, talking, howling, fill his ears. He places a tea cup on the stone table as he walks and sits down upon a stone seat and towards the table. He felt dust brush up against his skin, mostly his face. Not being able to use your eyes has its major disadvantages, but it also provides small bonuses. One was the much more heightened senses of Smell, touch, hearing and taste. Since the lack of eyesight was prominent. The other senses had to work harder to compensate for the loss, so even the slightest brush of wind picking up, he could notice. He removes his glasses and begins to wipe them off, but it was interrupted by a pair of oddly soft hands covering his face, which really does little to stop him.

"Guess Who~" The Mysterious and Cheerful voice asked under a muffled giggle. The boy stopped wiping his glasses and just smiled.

"Enid.. you know that doesn't work, right?" He said, and she lets go, and sits next to him.

"I know, but I didn't want to cover your ears, you couldn't hear me then (Y/n)." She says smiling, this was Enid Sinclair, a Werewolf and overall pretty amazing girl. They met during his first tenure at Nevermore and sort of, Clicked, not intentionally of course. She had her bright bubbly attitude which melted down his more cold and indifferent attitude towards everything and everyone, and now (Y/n) "Views" life in a more, honest fashion. He smiles hearing her voice, and tilts his head slightly to her direction.

"Well, what's new? You're pretty exited.." He asks and he notices her heartbeat is faster than average, and he can just hear the gleaming in her voice.

"I should and called you about it but let me give you the deets, I'm getting a roomie!" She says, and he smiles in response.

"That's great, is someone changing dorms?"

"No, she's transferring from another school, Wednesday Addams! I did. my research and she got expelled from her last school." Enid casually explains, and (Y/n) takes a sip of his Assam black tea, before listening to more of Enids explanation

"Yeah she tossed piranhas into the school pool and a boy lost a testicle." She flatly said which causes (Y/n) to cough up his Tea hearing that.

"E-Enid, are you... sure You want someone like that to Room with you? I think Principal Weems would understand you wanting a transfer."

"What? No! We're going to be the best of friends! I can already picture it! Doing each others hair, nails, talking about all the gossip at Nevermore, the Boys~" Enid was too much in a euphoric mood to listen to reason, (Y/n) simply nodded and acted happy for her, subconsciously worried for her health.

"Well, I hope you have fun then." He said, before the Principal Weems spoke up from behind them.

"Miss Sinclair." She said with this gaudy and proper tone, Enid quickly turns around, and smiles.

"Please, allow me to bring you up to your new Roommate, good morning also to you Mister Healy." She said, turning her attention towards (Y/n), who gives a solemn bow to principal Weems.

"Good Morning Principal." He replies, "Could I ask you what time it is?" He said, and she checks her watch.

"Nearing Seven."

"Ah, well I should get to feeding the crows then." He said, Enid and (Y/n) stand up and she waves him goodbye as she walks off with the Principal, he gives her a small wave back before walking away. He, without much issue, walks over to what seems to look like a Bin, he digs into it and takes out a bag, opening it, was full of an assortment of seeds. He tosses the bag as it opens and spills the seeds, he grabs a handful, and with the other arm, he taps his Cane on the ground twice. The Caws echo from the dead trees outside the Academy. They soar like a platoon of airmen. They land and peck, eating the seeds hungrily.

"You all seem eager, good." He says, and one flies up and lands on his arm. He smiles, it's caw echoes like music to his ears. He soon felt the crow fly off his arms desperately, all the crows fly away as if they're trying to avoid something. He feels a pair of footsteps approach. He acts oblivious until Enids voice comes though like music.

"And this, is (Y/n) Hearly. (Y/n), this is Wednesday Addams." Enid said, he turns around to sense a, dark presence, the sound waves echo and it forms a decent image of the woman standing next to Enid, the aura about her was a sense of utter dread. (Y/n) tries to put it behind him and offers a handshake.

"(Y/n), nice to meet you." He says, she takes it, firmly but her skin felt like ice. Sending chills down his spine he shivers slightly from it. He lets go a bit quickly and motions to the front.

"Welcome to Nevermore—" he begins but she cuts him off.

"You can skip the school Introductions your "Bestie" already informed me. I have no intention to stay here." She said, and Enid tries to make the situation better.

"Anyway, I came to ask if you could help move her stuff to the room!" She says and (Y/n) bows.

"I'd love to help." He says, Wednesday just stares morbidly at him, emotionless, cold. Shes analyzing him, she looks at his cane.

"You're Blind." She Said. And he laughed.

"Oh, how very perceptive of you, yes. I am." He Said, sarcastically, but her eyes still focused.

"You seem much more focused on your surroundings than the average blind person, you probably heard us approaching." She continues.

"Huh, can't get anything past you, can I? A question if I may, what happened at your old school?" He asked, and her response was short but terrifying.

"The only person who gets to torture my brother is me." She replies in that deadpan mundane tone, which sends shivers down his spine, he attempts to play it off.

"Ah, understandable, so... you don't plan to stay? Why not?" He asked, "This was my parents' idea. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

"What plan?" Enid asked.

"To turn me into a version of themselves." She replies, and Enid looks a bit, curious.

"In that case, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off." Enid says, and (Y/n) chimes in. "Murder?"

"Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?" She says, Enid and (Y/n) sees both taken aback by her odd behavior, even for an outcast. "Right.." Enid begins, "Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés."

"Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain. There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales. Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades. That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me!" Enid says to herself.

"Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs "wolf out." Id suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones, they've saved me ample sleep." (Y/n) says.

"I'm assuming Scales are sirens?" Wednesday said.

"You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Although her crown's been slipping lately. She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe. But they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason unknown." Enid explains, much to Wednesday's uncaring attitude.

"Fascinating. And you?" She asked (Y/n) who gives a bow.

"A Fomorian, we’re..Ancient Tyrants from Ireland." (Y/n) explains, "There isn't many of us, Enids the only one who's really been a good friend to me, others are a bit wary. But they’ve come around, once Enid showed them I’m mot much of a real threat, they became much nicer and understanding thanks to her blog I suppose.” (Y/n) explains.

"I know, right? My vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip." She explains, "(Y/n) sadly can't see it." Enid huffs.

(Y/n) leans into Wednesday a bit.

"There are some benefits to being blind. But I must ask, if you do murder people, what do you do with the bodies? Do you.. eat them? You might be a Fur."

"Quite the contrary. I actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets." She stares proverbial daggers at (Y/n), who just laughs, almost in disbelief.

"You.. really are different." He said. "Not that it's a bad thing of course."

"You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok." Enid says to Wednesday.

"I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation." She replies, (Y/n) and Enid share a small glance. "Well, I should get to taking your stuff to your room." (Y/n) says.

"See you adequate enough to not get lost on the way there?" She asked, and he smirks.

"Well, much like you Wednesday..." he says, the Furs begin a food fight and one hurls a peach, flying at him, without even breaking a sweat he catches it. His focus still on Miss Addams.

"I'm very perceptive.."

As (Y/n) and Enid take Wednesdays things to her room, she is forced to say goodbye to her family.

"Look at you, my little deathtrap. Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories. Doesn't it, Tish?" Her Father, Gomez. Her illustrious and, profound mother steps up, Morticia.

"Yes. Why don't you boys wait in the car? Wednesday and I need a moment." She said, Pugsley, her less than enthusiastic brother is then approached by Wednesday.

"Pugsley, you're soft and weak. You'll never survive without me. I give you two months, tops." She says, what seems to be nothing but cold insults to some were words of love to him.

"I'm gonna miss you, too, sis." He said, Gomez and pugsley leave, letting Wednesday and Morticia have a solemn stare down.

"Any plans you have of running away end right now. I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep. You have nowhere to go."

"As usual, you underestimate me, Mother. I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again."

The two opposing forces seem so contested. Morticia sighs at her dismayed daughter.

"You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way. I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore, and find it as life-changing as I did. Oh, I got you a little something." She continues and hands her an amulet, dark in design.

"W... M. Our initials. It's made of obsidian, which Aztec priests used to conjure visions. It's a symbol of our connection."

"Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke? I'm not you, Mother. I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family." Wednesday retorted with scathing remarks, Which Morticia tries not to respond to.

"I'm told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn't take it to heart."

"Fortunately, you don't have one."

"..Finally, a kind word for your mother, We can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in, so we'll call you next Sunday." She said, giving Wednesday a lovingly look before leaving. What seems to be a "Perfect." Rooming situation has turned into the complete opposite, as Wednesday tore off the colored plastic for the massive circular window within her room, only her side of course, which would have been fine for most people. But Enid isn't, most people.

"What the hell did you do to my room?!" Enid storms into her room after seeing it, which Wednesday calmly turns to her.

"Dividing our room equally. It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side."

"I—"

"Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time." Wednesday says, sitting at her desk and in front of a vintage typewriter.

"Your writing time?"

"I devote an hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

"I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love."

"Your followers are clearly imbeciles. I'm surprised (Y/n) hasn't poured melting wax into his ears by now listening to it, They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures."

"Uh, you mean, emojis? It's how people express their feelings. I realize that's a foreign concept to you." Enid reminds, pretty surprising, they approach each other, standing on the edge of their respective sides of the room.

"When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole. By the way, there are two D's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly." Wednesday walked back to her typewriter. Enid, in pure spite, Enid plays pop music, just to annoy the more mundane Wednesday. She twists her head around, Owl like.

"Turn that off. This is your final warning." Wednesday approached, but Enids nails elongated into sharp claws.

"Rawr! Don't mess with me. This kitty's got claws, and I'm not afraid to use them." Enid and Wednesday are at a standoff, neither side giving any leeway, before and guts and glamor could be spilled, the door to their room opens. It was a woman, slightly brunette hair with an, oddly normal flair in terms of most teachers.

"Good evening, girls. Oh, sorry about the mud. I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in. Ah. Is this a bad time? I'm Ms. Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies, I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome." She said, the two girl momentarily halt their fangs.

"She's been smothering me with hospitality. I hope to return the favor...In her sleep." Wednesday said, which Enid eyes her, Thornhill reveals in her arms a plant, which was oddly black, devoid of color, or life.

"Well, here's a little welcome gift from my conservatory. I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. When I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one."

"The black dahlia."

"Oh, you know it?"

"Of course. It's named after my favorite unsolved murder. Thank you." Thornhill looks taken aback by it but tries to keep her composure.

"Okey-dokey. Before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules. Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys, ever."

"What's the story about going into the local town?" Wednesday asked.

"Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends. The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes. That means keep your claws to yourself, and no smothering people in their sleep. Are we clear? Great talk." Thornhill leaves, letting Enid and Wednesday alone.

Jericho, the City housing Nevermore have a bit of a history, an unfortunate one at that. Wednesday is being taken to her therapist.

"Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her. Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate."

"Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you. And chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade." Wednesdays cold and unfeeling attitude made the Principal a bit, unwary.

"Given your history, I'm sure you're intent on running away. I'm here to prevent that from happening. I wish you luck." Weems says, stopping at the Office. Wednesday enters and to the clean, porcelain white room of her new and kind therapist.

"I read the notes from your school counselor. Mrs. Bronstein." She Said.

"She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical."

"Go ahead and take a seat. How did you feel about that?"

"Vindicated. But someone who crochets for a hobby isn't a worthy adversary."

"Adversary? I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect. This is a safe space, Wednesday. A sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy."

"That's easy. I think that this is a waste of time. I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed."

"So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump piranha in the pool?" She asked, and Wednesday looks a bit pleased with herself.

"You know the old saying, "never bring a knife to a sword fight." Unless it's concealed."

"Point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions. That's why you're here."

"He lost a testicle. I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn't procreate. I've answered all your questions." Wednesday stands up but is shut down.

"We're not done yet. Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself. It can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions. It can also help you build a life that you want."

"I know the life that I want."

"Tell me about it. Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential. Do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you've written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte. Can you tell me about her?" She asked, and Wednesday shows a hint of her true feelings.

"Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood."

"Any luck getting your work published?"

"Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms. One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested I seek psychiatric help. Hmm. Ironic, isn't it?"

"How did you take that?"

"I sent her a "thank you."

Wednesday sends her "Thank You", which was full of mouse traps, heavy steel ones that can and will break bones.

"...I've always been open to constructive criticism." She says with her classic mundane expression.

"I'm glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of your psych evaluation. The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her mother, Dominica. Why don't we dig into that? Part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally."

"I don't travel well. Would you mind if I use the powder room first?" She asked, The Therapist kindly obliged and Wednesday enters, and quickly begins to come up with a way to leave.

"Wednesday? Is everything okay? You can't hide for the rest of the session."

"I'm all right. Just preparing myself for our uncomfortable journey." She says, and sneaks out of the window. Entering a local coffee shop, she procures a ride to her freedom. As Wednesday sits at a sit in, she looks out the window to the insignificant lives of those in this town. And her eyes focus on a crow, perched on the window still, looking at her.

"Wednesday." A voice said calmly, she turns forward to (Y/n) sitting calmly across from her, she didn't even hear him approach. She looks back at the crow, which disappears.

"So, new in Town?" He says breaking the Ice.

"What do you want?"

"Can't I just say hello? I would say it's nice to see you but alas, I can't."

"For someone who's blind you're annoyingly focused on your surroundings."

"It's a benefit of being a monster, speaking of, I talked to Enid and she said you and her had a "Disagreement." About something." He begins, but Wednesday quickly shuts him down.

"The Glorified Personification of the 21st Century and I have opposing views, she didn't need to send her blind hound after me."

"Enid doesn't know I'm here, most don't know I'm here. I'm not here to fight you, Wednesday."

"Then what is it that you want from me?" She asks.

"I've heard of the things you've done before at your old school, all I ask that you don't hurt Enid. She, means a lot to me." He said, there was a ping from his coat and he pulls his phone out, Siri reads out a message, but Wednesday notices his phone case was pink, handmade with stickers, it's obvious it was made by a person with a much more, Feminine touch. It has the words "Bestie" bedazzled on it.

"Your phone case oozes insecurity and self deprivation." She said, and he turns his head towards her.

"I was a gift from Enid when I first came here, almost dropped my phone and she caught it, told me I should be more careful and, we just started talking. So she made this for me, Heh, always protecting me." He tilts his head up back at Wednesday.

"All I'm asking is that you is to be, well not nice but, just sociable to her, she's not a bad person. And she was really excited about you coming." (Y/n) explains, and Wednesday for a moment hesitates for an answer.

"I'll.. consider your request."

"Thank you—"

"Under one condition... you tell me what you truly are… i doubt your story of who you truly are.” she says. His attitude softens and he sighs, and he places his cane on the table.

"I'm not just a Fomorian, but a cursed one.. you know the Tale of Balor? The War Tyrant who's evil eye cursed whatever it laid its eyes upon, that's.. me. I'm Balor. Just reborn as a human thankfully, but the eyes still linger, but when your eyes can literally cause the destruction of the world, ...Drastic measures have to be taken. And my parents.." he continues, his voice getting a bit, somber.

"They Blinded you." Wednesday says, finishing the story.

"Thus the Tragic tale of Balor of Nevermore.." (Y/n) said, he couldn't see it, but he felt Wednesdays silence somehow, for a girl not lacking an arsenal of insults, she was quiet.

"Your Story...is tragic, they feared your power and tried to shut it down. You kept up your side of the Bargain so I will keep mine. I'll.. try to refrain from harming your Pet." She said, he sighs from her declaration.

"She's not my... whatever; thank you." He says, he turns to face the window.

"Some advice Wednesday, The Normies of Jericho, avoid Em, they don't see you as another human being, they see you as.. a "Freak." He said, while Wednesday couldn't see his eyes, she could feel the anger and spite forming from his words. Soon, the doors open from the Coffee shop to three teenagers, dressed as Pilgrims, they notice the Nevermore students.

"Hey, boys, check it out. Who's that?"

"Bro... Come on."

"What's a Pair of Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?"

"This is our booth."

"Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?" Wednesday said, much to the Chagrin of the Teens.

"We're pilgrims."

"Potato, po-tah-to." She responds.

"We work at Pilgrim World." One said.

"It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide." She says, they approach Menacingly and (Y/n) stood up and tried to act peacefully.

"Cmon, guys there's no reason for us to act like this, we're just trying to enjoy our evening." (Y/n) said, the three scoff.

"The Freaks trying to weasel his way out of it." One said.

"Yeah, I don't think the Freak can see." Another laughs, and (Y/n) tries to keep his composure; leaning a bit on his Cane.

"Cmon, just leave us—" one, taking it too far sweeps his cane, forcing him to trip. He falls on his hands and knees and they laugh. Wednesday said nothing as they did, but she slowly stood up. Her glare catching the concern of them.

"It's fine.. Wednesday." (Y/n) says calmly, he takes his cane and stands back up, he walks over to the door, and with a swift motion, locks it. He turns to the boys.

".. Call me a Freak... One more time." He says, and they laugh at the blind one.

"Aww, gonna Cry? Call your Mommy? Or; are you gonna get your little creepy girlfriend to beat us up, better luck next Time, Freak." One said, they laughed once more, before the steel of the raven came went tying into his forehead, knocking him out, it's in the air and the other two look, (Y/n) comes running full speed, he jumps into the air, catches it and cracks another in the face, one begins to swing at him but he, with almost instinct, dodges and ducks each punch, before stomping on his foot, making him leap on one, he gut checks him with the steel end of the cane, he fails to one knee, gasping for air, he cocks back and swings, knocking him out as well. The three bodies lie on the ground, he adjusts his suit and uniform and walks to the door and unlocks it.

"Now, try and behave." He said, before the Sheriff, a gruffly man perhaps in his late 50s to early 60s.

"Tyler, the hell's going on in here?" He asked, turning his attention to the young man tending to the counter.

"They were harassing a customer, and he put them in their place." He said, the Sherrif looks to the young blind boy.

"This blind kid took down three boys? Did you help him?"

"Dad, I swear, I wasn't involved." Tyler says, and Weems enters as well; and looks Surprised to see (Y/n) and Wednesday.

"Apologies, Sheriff. These two slipped away from me. Come on, Mister Healy, Miss Addams, time to go." She says and the two begin to leave, before the Sheriff stops them.

"Wait a minute, hang on. You're an Addams? Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father? That man belongs behind bars for murder. Hm...I'm gonna keep my eye on you." he says to them, and with those puzzling words, they leave, and Weems is more than miffed at them.

"Your first day and you're already on Sheriff Galpin's radar. Wish I could say I was surprised, and sneaking out of ground Mister Healy?"

"I caught the wrong shuttle; I apologize.. Wednesday found me and brought me to the cafe before we were accosted by those men." He said covering for her. "How kind of her." Weems said, somewhat buying the plausible explanation.

"What did he mean about my father?" Wednesday said.

"I have no idea, but a word of advice. Stop making enemies and start making a few friends. You're going to need them." Weems replies, their drive continues down to Nevermore, but slowly passing a car crash, a horrid one at that.

"Looks like an accident. I hope the driver's okay"

"He's dead. Broke his neck." Wednesday said, looking at the body. It's off How she could tell from the angle she had.

Night Falls upon Nevermore and while many of its students revel in the Darkness, some prefer to stay indoors with said activities. Such is Wednesday, who's haunting Cello tunes echo all throughout Nevermore, it especially reached the Ears of (Y/n), who stood at his rooms window, listening to the elegant but haunting tunes, and he had to get in closer. With a tap of his Cane, a crow bellows to his aid, he whispers into its ear and it flies off to the unknown. Wednesday ends her performance, and talks to someone.

"No, I don't really feel better. There's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's a school." She says, and the taps of wood are heard, and Wednesday looks at the standing holding the music notes to a dismembered Hand, which was sown together. It somehow was, alive. Enid enters the Balcony as well.

"How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?" She asked and Wednesday turns towards her.

"I had an extra hand." She said deadpanned, and shows Thing.

"Whoa. Where's the rest of him?" She asks.

"It's one of the great Addams family mysteries." Wednesday said, and she hears the baying and howling of Werewolves in Nevermore.

"Why aren't you wolfing out?" Wednesday asks enid

"Because I can't." She says, she shows her growing finger nails, "It's all I got. My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it? Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... you know."

"What happens then?"

"I'd become a lone wolf."

"Sounds perfect."

"Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over. I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate." Enid says, holding back tears, Wednesdays looks off the balcony as well, seeing (Y/n) cleaning out a large bird cage.

"I doubt that, one mate would be walking into walls at the moment, I'm failing to see the problem here."

"I could die alone." Enid says.

"We all die alone, Enid."

"You really suck at this. Cheering people up." Enid says and cries, not able to hold it back.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm upset! Haven't you ever cried, or are you above that too?" Enid said obviously upset.

"It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion, Nero, out for his afternoon stroll, and we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch...while the others ran Nero over until... It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out. But tears don't fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again. " Wednesday explains her story, and Enid, now seeing that she isn't some cold machine, feels for her.

"Your secret's safe with me. Still think you're weird as shit, though."

"The feeling is incredibly mutual. How would you like your single room back? You just need to show me how to use your computer." Wednesday said, which confuses Enid.

"Okay?.." she says and leads her in, after some basic instruction on "How To Internet." Wednesday is able to pull on a web chat with someone; the guy who ram the cafe, Tyler.

"Uh... hi."

"That's Thing. Is he, like, your pet? Look, I know Nevermore is ground zero for all things weird, but this is next-level. So, what happened to not wanting to be a slave to technology?"

"Desperate times. Are you still willing to help me escape?"

"After what happened today, I figured they'd have you in solitary."

"There's the Harvest Festival this weekend. Attendance is mandatory. I'm going to use it as a cover. If you're willing to drive me to the station, I can make it worth your while." Wednesday said, and Tyler obliges.

"I'm in. And no charge. Consider it a freebie."

"Why? "

"Cause I wish I was going with you. At least one of us will get out of this hellhole town."

The First day of the Weekend begins with the Harvest Festival, a crowning achievement for Jericho and their very urban and more down to earth festival of carnival and games. Wednesday and Enid stand before each other, watching Tyler argue with his father.

"Are you sure you can trust that normie?"

"I trust that I can handle myself. I don't want you talking to her."

"Well, good luck and safe travels." Enid offers a hug, much to the chagrin of Wednesday. "Still not a hugger." Enid walks away, leaving Wednesday to escape, but as she turns around, a crow watches from a building, and (Y/n) sits calmly on a bench, drinking a soda. And Wednesday can tell.

"The Fool is following me, fortunately he makes it easy to point out." She says and they walk off. He stands up to follow but with all the sounds, his hearing cannot focus and he must console them eyes of another, but even then, it's not enough to go on, he halts as he gets a hint,  Wednesday breaks off from Tyler and chase someone into the forest. He begrudgingly attempts to give chase, listening to the sounds and impacts, what caught him off guard were the horrid screams of death and despair, he picks up the speed.

"Wednesday?! Wednesday!" He yells, he halts as he feels himself nearby something, he slams his cane against a tree and like a sonar, it brings it all to a picture, and more importantly the corpse lying on the ground and Wednesday nearby.

"... Wednesday.. what the Hell Happened?" He asked, she takes something and walks over to him.

"We don't have much time, and I'd rather discuss this without a corpse nearby, as much as that upsets me." She says, and the Boy sadly agrees, on the balcony of her dorm room, he gets most information.

"A monster? That killed Rowan? But there aren't any in Nevermore I can think of, but why was Rowan attacking you? How does this all connect?" He asks pacing around.

"I will need to do some investigating on my own, I can assume you and I share a common goal now. You wish to keep your Pet safe. And I want to understand why I am tied into this all." Wednesday explains, (Y/n) stops and turns to her.

"Again, not my Pet, and her safety is important to me, just as much as yours Wednesday."

"I can take care of myself."

"Obviously... I Never Said you couldn't, but it's never wrong to have someone who wants to help you." (Y/n) says. "I'll help because you're in danger, and I don't want my friends in danger.

"We're Not Friends."

"Not yet.. so, what all has happened?" (Y/n) asks.

"Let's see. I narrowly avoided death twice, discovered that my father may be a murderer, learned that I could potentially destroy the school, and was mysteriously saved by a homicidal monster. As much as it pains me to admit, mother was right."

"Right about what?" (Y/n) asks, and Wednesday responds.

"This school. I think I'm going to love it here." She says and has the smallest smirk on her face.

[youphoriaot7]

CELLBIT!

The global chat somehow seems even more frantic than usual this afternoon, and he blinks blearily at the messages rocketing across the screen. The tell-tale red blinking dot of notifications is practically going haywire: private chats from Pac and Bagi, calls from Philza and Bad, messages mentioning him from Fit, Pierre, Tubbo, Baghera—

This feels like a lot, even for an average Wednesday.

Cellbit: Okay, okay, hold on. I'm on my way to spawn now.

Strapping the communicator to his arm, Cellbit tugs his jacket on as he makes his way towards the waypoint across the bridge. He's just barely awake, but something is pulling at his insides: wrong, wrong, wrong.

He wasn't out for that long. What could have possibly happened?

Taking a deep breath, his hands slide across the polished stone surface of the waypoint, and in moments, he's arrived at the main square.

Immediately, there's a barrage of voices that hit his ears. Instinctively pressing a hand to his forehead, he pushes his way out of the subway, staring in disbelief at the large gathering of people in the main square.

Bagi spots him first, quickly yanking him to the side, yelling in her traditional rapid-fire Portuguese. At the same time, he can see Pac talking to Bad nearby, the two of them clearly upset—he knows both of them well enough to see something is wrong.

Tubbo catches sight of him next, and at that point, the jig is up. Whatever Bagi had been trying to tell him is instantly drowned out by the younger's typical loud tone—which immediately catches everyone else's attention as well. Fit grabs the back of Tubbo's apron to yank him backwards towards him and Phil, who stands there shaking his head with arms crossed, but it's already too late: the damage is done.

Pierre is shouting greetings to him in his typical joyous manner, which doesn't seem to match the rest of the group's energy. Baghera seems somewhat frantic, frustrated and upset as she tugs on his arm. Cellbit manages to catch his husband's eye from across the square where he's chatting with a hyperactive Foolish, and Roier simply gives him a sympathetic look.

...something bad has happened.

Everyone is talking at once, and Cellbit rubs a hand to his temples as he tries (in vain) to quiet the group. Only some words ever catch his attention through the wide chorus of voices—"Nether," "worry," and the increasingly common cries of "what are we going to do?"

"Alright, alright, calm down!"

Eventually, with Bagi's help, he's able to get everyone to at least lower their voices, if not stop completely. Instinctively, Cellbit glances towards her and Pac, praying they know enough to clue him in. When he catches Pac's eye, however, the other man looks horrified, gaze locked on a spot in mid-air just behind Cellbit. Cellbit sighs, opening his mouth to speak—

"Good morning, Mr. President."

He can practically feel the blood drain from his face as he slowly looks over his shoulder. Sure enough, there looms Cucurucho, the damn white fucker staring straight at him with that hideous, frozen smile.

"...what did you say?" Cellbit questions, voice light-years steadier than he feels.

The bear doesn't move, repeating its words. "Good morning, Mr. President."

The square is so quiet, you could hear a screw drop. Silently, Cellbit glances back at Bagi and Pac. The woman has a look of sorrow written across her face, whereas Pac's fists are clenched in a show of barely restrained anger. "...wheres Forever?" Cellbit asks softly.

Bagi opens her mouth to reply—

"Classified."

Cellbit's eyes snap back to the bear. "I didn't ask you," he responds evenly—and he can hear a snort of pleasure from where Tubbo stands, even despite Phil's hand slapped over his mouth and Fit's hissed shush. "Bagi?"

"We think he went to the Nether," she responds, voice somewhat hoarse as she glances at him.

Pac nods. "He said it was a mission." His eyes slide to Cucurucho.

He doesn't need to continue.

Cellbit takes a deep breath.

...he has a lot to do.

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

hey babes, welcome to another wednesday. thanks for taggin me @mybrainismelted @energievie and @stocious

name: gigi

age: 24

location:

top sheet, yes or no? NO! i will kick it down throughout the night so it serves literally no purpose in my life, i switched to a duvet cover i could wash easily and have never been happier

how many stuffed animals do you own? 3

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): no pets!

favorite color: 🌿🌱🫒🥒🍏

any tattoos? nope! i wanted tattoos for a long time but did a complete 180 in my late teens and decided I dont want any at all

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): usually a small tote or I use a backpack when im out in the city running errands bc its all walkable cities this walkable cities that until the shit you would usually toss into the back of the car has to be carried on your person bc you are the back of your car now

the last movie you watched: whisper of the heart rewatch, last new movie? maXXXine

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? to get dressed etc? like 25 min. average. But i need like an hour to stretch sit and have coffee and some food and just wake up for the day, i cant just get up and go its torture

favorite weather: spring time when its still very cool but warm in the sun, yeah. I also love a rainy day and want to live somewhere really rainy for a while

relationship status: single but slowly starting to consider getting back out there after a break up a while back, whatever the fuck that means (loud groan)

ice cream flavor of choice: lilikoi and vanilla chocolate chip

first fandom: supernatural, 😬

how many books have you read this year? 5! all good but im easy to please

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: Sou Fujimoto forest as (an architype)

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? i love my url :( please leave it be

tagging:

@jrooc @mmmichyyy @creepkinginc @blue-disco-lights

@spookygingerr @deathclassic @suzy-queued @solitarycreaturesthey

@heymrspatel @lingy910y @transmickey @atthedugouts

@ian-galagher @softmick @catgrassplantdad

[justalildumpling]

chapter 7: her nike zoom pegasus

wc: 1k

“Ok i can already cross out at least half the girls on this list because genuinely, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them wear sneakers before.” 

Donghyuck leant back against the trunk of the big oak tree in the quad, as the rest of the group crowded around Jeno’s laptop. Jeno could only let out a tired sigh, as he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when or how he had ended up in this position.

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon, cherishing his rare days off by lazing around his home. He remembered sitting at the base of his couch, flipping through the endless catalogue of movies on Netflix before a thunderous set of knocks sounded at his door.

That’s weird, he thought. He didn’t recall ordering any packages or food during the span of the morning. Maybe it was one of the street cats he would feed every once in a while? 

No, he immediately scrapped the thought. Cats most definitely do not knock on doors like that, if at all.

With his curiosity burning in his mind, Jeno shuffled his feet to the door. Flimsily fiddling with the doorknob with one hand and attempting to cover his tousled bed hair with another, he eventually pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head; and with a click, he pulled the door towards him to face his… friends?

Jeno couldn’t exactly recall the events that followed the initial confrontation as each of his friends grabbed a part of his arm, stuffed him into Mark’s car and set off to the university campus.

And now here he was, sitting crosslegged on the soft grassy lawns of the quadrangle watching his ambushers figure out the solution to his complicated love life (aka mostly Donghyuck, crossing out name after name with the red highlight tool of google docs)

“Not gonna lie to you guys,” Jeno spoke up, catching the attention of his group, “I don’t remember any of these people on the list.”

Jaemin slapped the side of his arm lightly, “Cause you were black out drunk, idiot.” 

Renjun snickered softly from the opposite end of the circle with his head buried in his own device. He remained disengaged for most of their conversations, which in turn made Jeno believe that the devil’s incarnate called Lee Donghyuck had also forcefully brought the poor film student along for his own entertainment.

“Y/N L/N?” Donghyuck stated, breaking Jeno’s train of thought.

The boy paused his scrolling to stare at your name in thought for a couple of seconds, “Why does that name sound so familiar?”

“Wasn’t that the girl Hyunjae was crushing on last year?” Renjun replied nonchalantly, though his attention never left his major work.

A murmur of what seemed like mutual agreement filled the atmosphere with a few other remarks and unconfirmed rumours half hazardly thrown into the mix. The once heated conversation revolving around his love life or lack there of, dulled down into a mellower one about the girl in question.

“Speak of the devil,” Mark butted in, his eyes peering towards the stone pathway to his right.

Jeno alongside the rest of his friends followed the Canadian’s gaze to spot you. For an average human’s attention to detail, they would’ve stared for a couple of seconds, thought not much of it and returned their focus back to their original task at hand. But, not Jeno. 

His eyes zeroed in on your shoes, Black Nike Zoom Pegasus. One of the models of footwear he wore for training back in his high school days. It was a comfortable fit, with the cushion of the sole being slightly ‌thicker than the previous models, it made it a perfect shoe for long distance cardio or just everyday life.

The white sole of your shoes was tinted a light brown; most probably dirtied from walking around the campus grounds in the rain and the Nike symbol slightly rubbed off, showing the much love the shoes had received over the years.

As his eyes trailed up to your pale blue cardigan draped on your shoulders, it felt as if sirens were going off in his brain. He could hear the squabbles of his friends in the background as he stood up from the park bench, taking cautionary steps towards your figure on the path. 

Jeno could feel the beating of his heart crescendoing the closer in proximity the two of you got, his hands clenching the cuffs of his jacket, before mustering out, “Hey! You’re Y/N right?”

You slowly swivelled around, eyes wide open and your eyebrows raised by the unexpected interaction.

“Uh yeah? Jeno right?” You answered with a curious smile, “What’s up?”

Jeno didn’t exactly know what he was trying to achieve with this conversation, maybe he was trying to introduce himself to you. But obviously that failed because you already knew who he was, and of course you did. You were best friends with Park Sunghoon, his occasional gym buddy and seatmate in that god forbidden exercise physiology class he had barely passed last semester.

Maybe he wanted to ask you about last night, if you had willingly kissed him let alone actually remembered anything at all. But that would be weird, what was he meant to say?

“Hey, I’m pretty sure we made out last night but I don’t exactly remember if it’s you but you’re wearing the same exact running shoes as the girl so I’d like to think that it’s you.”

No. Over his dead body.

It was then Jeno realised that he had stayed silent for longer than socially acceptable as you started scrunching your eyebrows in confusion, tapping your fingers against the base of your laptop patiently for him to reply to your so called simple question.

Maybe he should’ve replied with “Were you at Sunwoo’s party last night because I swear I saw you around the beer pong area” or “Sorry, I blanked out there, have you seen Sunghoon around?” But life doesn’t work that simply, nor does his hungover state of a fried brain so instead came:

“If you’re free right now, let me take you on a date.”

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pairing: jeno x fem! reader

synopsis: it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

genre: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, crack

warnings: mentions of alcohol

note: ... hehe. bet u didn't see that coming (also i was running on like 3hrs of sleep when writing this so pls forgive me)

taglist: open! feel free to send an ask or comment to be added :))) ~ @vellitac @ddeonuism @heavenly-seraphic @matchahyuck @pckeia @rinrinslovebot @dior-15 @raikea10 @justsayk @btssf9nct @ismileeprnc-responder @moonchele @mothmork @dandelionxgal @cheyehc @luvenshiti @friseealamode @pastelsicheng @silvsie @kpopshithead @ifyournameischoisanpleaseloveme @pewpewpwe00 @kindawack @mrkleelvr @shxnz @woneulz @kyuupidwrites @yunho-1999 @loveleejn @barbkh8450t

permanent taglist: ~  @xxxx-23nct @maeumiluv @produmads @shwizhies @polarisjisung @dearlyminhyung @wooyoung-a @w3bqrl @daincty @deehyuck @enelrahs @rv7hsua @n0hyuck @neosdaisy @baekhyunstruly

[gallawitchxx]

weekly tag wednesday :)

thank you to @heymacy @energievie @stocious @deedala @spookygingerr

@lingy910y @mmmichyyy @ardent-fox & @sxltburn for tagging me! i love you all! xx

name: bee

age: thirty-one

your time zone: pacific standard time

what do you do for work? a witch who makes words appear out of thin air!!

do you have any pets? one small pup named gus <3

what first drew you to this fandom? i was fully obsessed with ian & mickey & started shoveling fics into my mouth faster than you can say soulmates. on ao3, i started to notice people's tumblr links in their end notes & started lurking hardcore. but everyone was so sweet & so nice & so fucking talented & before long i was forcing them all into friendship! zero regrets.

are you a morning person or a night owl? i used to be a night owl, but i think i'm a morning person now. yeesh.

what are your hobbies? writing words, reading books, watching true crime docs with my wife, playing with my pup, hanging with my pals... i used to do a lot of crafting, but i've been in an ebb.

how tall are you? 5'5”

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? paris! the city of lights! the city of love! the city of winecheesebaguettes!

favorite color? eehh i don't really have one? turquoise, maybe?

favorite book? a tale of two cities by charles dickens

favorite movie? 10 things i hate about you

favorite fic? i could never pick just one! but my forever reads are like real people do by grayola, ball kings by youllneverrecme, the increasingly poor decisions of ian gallagher by shamelessquestions, love is a ballfield by and_i_take_it, the boyfriend experience by anomalously, dancing after death by squiddy & restoration by pink_ink *smooches them all*

favorite musical artist: i am the #1 fan of a singer who is sometimes in a band, but sometimes solo & i'm seeing him/them next week for the umpteenth time & i'm soooo excited!

what is your average screen time so far this week? no thank you :)

what's the first app you open in the morning? discord, where the pals live.

how long have you been on tumblr? since like 2013? but possibly before that idk

finally (and i know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself: i was an award-winning soloist in my high school jazz choir lol

hehehe tagging @heymrspatel @whatwouldmickeydo @metalheadmickey @whatthebodygraspsnot @howlinchickhowl

@crossmydna @thisdivorce @lupeloto @sickness-health-all-that-shit @palepinkgoat

@astaraels & @rereadanon if you want to play! if not, i'm gently kissing your foreheads! xx

[ardent-fox]

✨ Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thank you to my darlings, @heymacy, @deedala, @lingy910y and @thepupperino for tagging me 🥰💖

Name: Lyds 🌷

Age: I've been 27 for nine years.

Your time zone: GMT +1 (yes, it's late).

What do you do for work? ✨ Nothing ✨ I sometimes print/cut materials for my husband's home business while he's at work at his actual job.

Do you have any pets? Jasper, our five year old harlequin mini lop rabbit.

What first drew you to this fandom? Seeing comments about Gallavich under Britin youtube videos got me interested in the series, came to Tumblr to write for Galladrabbles while I was still in the middle of watching it, realized how freaking nice and talented everyone here is and never looked back 💖

Are you a morning person or a night owl? As much as I try to mold myself into a morning person, I'm biologically wired to be a night owl.

What are your hobbies? Consuming narrative media, hiking, thinking about writing, sometimes even doing it 👏

How tall are you? 5'9" (175 cm).

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? Gonna agree with Keely and say that New Zealand has been looking good these days.

Favorite color? Dusty blue 🩵

Favorite book? To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

Favorite movie? Almost Famous 🤘

Favorite fic? Whichever I'm reading at the moment.

Favorite musical artist: Right now? My Broadway obsession has been pushed into overdrive since Hazbin Hotel came out, I will spare you the details. Historically, it's Prince 💜

What is your average screen time so far this week? I have forgotten how to check this 👵

What's the first app you open in the morning? It varies, not too big on scrolling my phone as soon as I wake up.

How long have you been on Tumblr? Two years active, I think I made an account about five years prior but never used it.

Finally (and I know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself: I've spent a lot of time at video stores as a kid/teen trying to choose which movie to rent and can in turn guess the name of pretty much any movie poster that came out prior to them closing down (exciting life I've lead, I know 😅).

Tagging @look-i-love-u, @rereadanon, @metalheadmickey, @blue-disco-lights, @gallawitchxx, @heymrspatel, @crossmydna, @tanktopgallavich, @jrooc, @vintagelacerosette, @xninetiestrendx, @mikhailoisbaby, @sleepyfacetoughguy and anyone who sees this and wants to play! ✨️

[suzy-queued]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thank you for the tags, @mmmichyyy @spookygingerr @deedala @stocious @energievie I really need this distraction today, so it's nice to take a few minutes to play along!

name: Deena

age: Two Noshos minus one

your time zone: EST

what do you do for work? I own a website design company. We cater to authors and publishers.

do you have any pets? Three cats and a snake

what first drew you to this fandom? I cruised by Tumblr from time to time looking at content for Hannibal, Voltron, Bill Hader, The 100, various stuff. And everywhere I looked, there were gifsets and photos of Ian and Mickey. It was like the internet was whispering to me that I should explore their story. So I started watching the show. And then I started reading the fanfic. And, let me tell you, the fic reeled me in like none I'd ever read before. I got so obsessed with reading all the amazing stories, and eventually decided to try writing myself.

are you a morning person or a night owl? Night owl by nature. Morning person out of necessity.

what are your hobbies? Fandom, first and foremost. Also hiking, playing card games, solving puzzles, cross stitching, stained glass, going to concerts, local history, geocaching, creating board games, collecting shiny things, papercrafts.

how tall are you? 5'5"

if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? In the same town where I currently live. It's my true home.

favorite color? Orange!

favorite book? "The Bottoms" by Joe Lansdale

favorite movie? I can't pick just one. The Sound of Music. Fight Club. Titanic. Pan's Labyrinth.

favorite fic? Oh, wow. All of them. But my comfort fics are: The Wedding Planner Ransom Silent as Sunlight The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher OnlyFans

favorite musical artist: yungblud, grandson, Bring Me The Horizon, Alkaline Trio, Amigo the Devil

what is your average screen time so far this week? 2 hours 10 minutes

what’s the first app you open in the morning? Messaging, then Tumblr

how long have you been on tumblr? I got an account in 2012 to build custom landing pages for authors. But I started using it for myself in 2021.

finally (and i know this one is hard) tell me a fun fact about yourself: I'm going to meet Cameron Monaghan this weekend in Philly!

Tagging ... @francesrose3 @michellemisfit @creepkinginc @mikhailoisbaby @mybrainismelted @crossmydna @gallawitchxx @sam-loves-seb @grumble-fish