#i love that dragon bathrobe. i wanna make it.

[kudravi-nesit]

There was a lot of commentary from the other people in the theathre, but I just remembered that, during the very first scene where Elizabeth is shown in that pilatess shot, a woman next to me commented "God, she's so beautiful."

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 433 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

I’m sorry for posting this SUPER LATE!! With school and all of that now occupying my schedule, these might be uploaded every week around this time. 😓 I apologize in advance. 🙏🏽 BUT AYO. LETS GET IT, LETS GET IT, LETS GET ITTTTT!!! So last chapter, when Daniel’s mom heard that Daniel was looking for Jinyeong Park, she reacted like this:

And everybody was like, “Whaaaaaaat? Why she do dat?” 🤔 Well, everybody grab your popcorn because we gon LEARN TODAY-

WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!!! BARK, BARK, BARK!!! AWWWOOOOOOOOGAH!!!!!! *ahem* Sorry everybody, just lost control for a second there. Brain malfunctioning, and whatnot. I guess PTJ wanted to add James Lee into the Bathrobe Club or something.

AWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Got me howling and shit. ��🗣🗣

Pleeeeease tell us Mama Park. WE NEED TO KNOW!!! 😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Awww this broke my heart. 💔 Whatever happened with Jinyeong must’ve been painful for her to bear the past like that.

Oh wow. So now we get a dad reveal of Daniel's father? Nah, sorry. They don't look related to me. There also could have been some sort of issue here. Like, Jinyeong used to be Daniel's dad's best friend. And Daniel's dad might have had some sort of issue with fertility or something, so he decided to ask Jinyeong to donate sperm because he sees him as his brother...? Idk man. That's just my theory...

Ah, so THAT'S what happened to Daniel's dad. Ok, ok, that makes sense that his mom would raise him on his own all this time. But, I really want to know how his mom got to such a state that she has to collect cardboard boxes just to provide for her son...

IDK DANIEL, THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY THAT JINYEONG COULD BE YOUR BIOLOGICAL DA- ... My theory is so far-fetched. 💀💀💀💀 THIS AIN'T IT.

AYOOOOOOO. CALLED IT. (not the sperm donor part) BUT THEY MUST'VE BEEN BESTIES!!! 😳

AHHHHHHHHH JAKE IS BACK!!!! But ik he isn't ok emotionally. This guy going through a lot. 😔

NOOOOOOOO. BABY BOY, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER IT. IT ISN'T YOUR FAULT!!! It was unfortunate that they got caught, but you really didn't intentionally lead them to that situation. It just so happens that they got captured. 😭

YESSSSS GO SAVE THEM JAKE!!!! GOOOOOOO!!!

YES YOU CAN!!!! JAKE, I BELIEVE IN YOU. 😤👍🏽

Oooooo who will it be? 👀

Ohhhh dang. It's another person from the 0 Gen. 😳 I wonder what his role was in Gapryong's Dragon Fist gang. But I stg. If this man backstabs Jake after telling him that he's indebted to his dad...

*WARNING: O F F E N S I V E M E M E*

Sorry, but this is what I imagined in my head. 😬

Athlete's Foot is back. 😭 Also, I can't wait to see his family's reaction to his new self. 😎

HE'S SO CUTE HERE!!! AHHHHHHHHH DANNY BOY SUPREMACY!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Ohhhh boy, and they're back at it again... 💀💀💀

OMGGGGGGG HERE IT IS!!!! (forget all of them snickering about Daniel, I just wanna see their reactions 😈)

HAHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS. BOW DOWN, AND BEHOLD, PEASANTS!!! 😤😤😤 /j

It really do be like that.

I love how proud Mama Park is of Daniel because he has matured so much. Just like I mentioned in the previous chapter, his character growth really is something else. So proud of him! 💖

Whew, it's Grandma's turn...

I'm sorry guys, I had to squeeze all of these panels all in somehow. 😅 But DAMN. HOW DID THIS TURN FROM 0 TO 100 REAL QUICK??? It went from happy family bonding to THE CONJURING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WTHHHH. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 (Tbh this gave me flashbacks to the Cult Arc ngl)

And Grandma got some beef with Jinyeong Park. SHE SAID, "CATCH MY HANDS, YOU BASTARD!!!" BUT HEY, SHE MAY BE OLD BUT SHE CAN STILL THROW 'EM. 😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽 TBH I FOUND THIS SCENE HILARIOUS FOR SOME REASON BECAUSE OF HOW UNEXPECTED SHE REACTED ALL OF A SUDDEN. She always seemed like the calmest old lady ever, but I guess this scene switched it up a bit. A COMPLETE 180° LMAO. EXCITED FOR GRANDMA PARK TO TUSSLE AHAHAHAHAHA (That was a joke. 💀 If she does end up doing it, then I'm afraid that she might hurt her back.) But I hope they DO explain what Jinyeong's deal is.

Overall, I'm VERY sorry that this is really late, and for the lack of memes again. 😭😭😭 I hope y'all will still look forward to these, and I'll try to upload the next review for the upcoming chapter sooner. ❤️

[nancythebisexualslutwheeler]

Byler prompt: Will and Mike like to hold hands underneath the table while playing DnD. It began as a platonic comfort but now they're starting to realize that it might be a bit more than that...

I am straight up the most extra person I know. Also background stoncy cause I couldn’t not.

They used to do it all the time. It was like a part of the game to them. Every night when the gang would gather to play Dungeons and Dragons, everyone would take their assigned seats, and Mike would take Will’s hand in his.

He’d expected it to be sweaty or awkward, but it just wasn’t. It was nice. He loved it, and it was part of his routine.

He knew better than to try it after the upside down. Will was extremely sensitive to people babying him or worrying about him too much, Mike included. Mrs. Byers worried enough for all of them, but Mike didn’t blame her. He’d seen the way his sister moped around sometimes, or how she woke up in the middle of the night screaming Barb’s name. He knows it’s happened to Will and he just wants to help.

But Will won’t let him. He’d learned his lesson the first time after Will had come back. They’d been playing in the basement and at first it was awkward, but they got back into the swing of things right away, especially when Nancy dropped off their pizza and two liter of coke. So Mike had reached over for Will’s hand, fingertips still greasy and Will had pulled away so hard that he shook his chair and the old card table chair had fallen to the ground.

Everyone was around Will in an instant, except Mike, who stayed in his own seat, cheeks red and chest tight with the hurt of rejection. When Will got up, with the help of Dustin and Lucas, the look he shot Mike was murderous.

“I’m going home,” he stated, eyes locked on Mike.

“Why? Do you need a band aid?” Asks El.

“No, but my elbows kinda messed up,” he lies.

“Come on man, no! Please stay,” Dustin says.

“I’m leaving,” Will snaps harshly, and the other five kids look at each other, he never acts like this.

“Well you don’t have to be a jerk!” Max says, going back to her seat and sitting down.

“Whatever. Bye.”

“How are you gonna get home?” Mike demands, “You told your mom you were spending the night!”

“Jonathan will take me.” Will says fiercely, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He’s upstairs with Nancy! It’s their date night!” And Mike knows this because she made it very clear they were not to be bothered.

“Well then tell your sister to quit macking on my brother so he can bring me the hell home!” And with that he stomps up the stairs.

The rest of the kids just stare at each other,

“What the hell was that?” Dustin asks.

“He needs a time out,” El says, taking a drink of her soda.

“He needs his ass kicked!” Says Max.

“He’s still messed up from the upside down,” Mike defends, even though he feels sick to his stomach.

“But that’s not like him,” Lucas argues.

“I know. But what can we do?”

The rest of them take their seats, but no one really feels like playing anymore. It’s only a short while later that Lucas says he’s going home. Dustin, El and Max quickly follow them, and soon Mike is left alone, with the extra food and trash, game pieces scattered.

He sighs, chest still tight, and gathers the paper cups, plates and used napkins to bring them upstairs. Their parents still aren’t home and Nancy is still on the couch in a bathrobe, presumably waiting for Jonathan to get back. (Or Steve to get off work) he’s not really sure what’s going on with that whole situation.

“Everyone rushed out early,” she says, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I told Will to leave you guys alone.”

She shrugs,

“It’s fine. Mom called and said they’re going to stay in the city anyway, and Jonathan can pick up Steve from work on his way back so no big deal. Plus we were actually studying at that point anyway.”

Mike makes a gagging noise and Nancy flips him off. He laughs and she turns around so she’s kneeling on the couch, braced against the back on it, facing him,

“So what happened? Will seemed pretty pissed.”

Mike’s face drops,

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Hold the phone, what was that? What just happened? Did Will do something to you?”

“No! No of course not.”

“Well then why are you looking like that?!”

“God Nancy, you’re so nosy. Nothing.” Mike turns away to walk to his room. He doesn’t wanna talk about it. He just wants to cry.

“I’m nosy?! We were having a conversation! God you’re such a baby!”

“And you’re a bitch!” He turns and runs upstairs.

He’ll have to apologize tomorrow. It usually takes much more for him to call her a bitch. Usually around the same time she calls him an annoying asshole, or slams the door in his face for no reason. She didn’t deserve it. She wasn’t even prying like she usually does.

He’s just. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know why he’s so upset. It’s not like Will is. Eleven or something. Or Max. But Will is Will. He’s his best friend. And funny. And cute. And sweet. Will who had baked him a cake for his birthday and made Jonathan drive him over at seven am before school to give it to him. The last two years.

Will who had almost died. Will who didn’t want to hold his hand anymore, because he’d almost died. Mike didn’t know what to do. He didn’t think he was showing his feelings. But who could fault him if he wanted to hug Will all the time or see him smile, or watch him dance to his favorite song even though he truly couldn’t dance. Or hold Will’s hand, or even kiss him, maybe. (The jury was still out on that one. Kissing seemed gross. Even though everyone loved it, especially his mom and Dad. Ew! And Nancy and Jonathan (also maybe Steve?)). But the point was, he wanted to hold Will’s hand. And be around him. But Will didn’t want that. He was apparently creeped out by Mike and no longer wanted his weird, queer self around, especially not touching him.

The thought makes tears rush to his eyes and he buries his face is his pillow. This is too much. First Will almost died and this. He probably didn’t even want to be Mike’s friend anymore. And if he didn’t want to be his friend anymore then what was he going to do? And the whole rest of the group would find out and think Mike was a freak. Oh god. He sobs harder.

There’s a knock on his door a few minutes later,

“Go away!” He croaks.

Instead he hears the hinges of his door opening and he curses himself for not locking it. He hastily scrubs at his face with his sleeve and turns,

“Seriously Nancy! I’m not in the mood!”

She doesn’t say anything but he feels the pressure on the edge of the bed and she sits down and he breaks into tears again.

“Oh Mikey,” he hears her set something on his nightstand and then she wraps her arms around him, “What’s wrong honey?”

It takes him a few minutes to choke out, “Will doesn’t want to hold my hand!”

He watches a chunk of spit hit her in the chest, and she doesn’t flinch or move to wipe it off, just pulls back slightly to stare down at him,

“What do you mean?” She asks softly.

And Mike spills the whole story, as she brushes his hair away from his face and rubs his back, fingers tracing in different patterns.

“Well the first thing I want to tell you is you’re not a freak. You’re allowed to like anyone you want to like. Maybe Will was just scared because he likes you too.”

“You really think so?” He asks.

“He could. Or maybe he just didn’t want you to pity him because of the upside down. Or maybe he doesn’t like boys and he decided he doesn’t want to hold your hand. I think that’s unlikely, but it’s true. You have to remember he’s also my obligated to hold your hand.”

“I know, I know. Don’t go all psych major on me.”

“Wannabe psych major and shut up! I’m sure it’s one of the first two, but still.”

He sighs,

“You think he really likes me?”

She smiles,

“There’s only one way to find out .”

“But what if he doesn’t? That’s embarrassing.”

“You have to take a chance! You can end up in a great relationship, with someone you really like.”

Mike snorts, reaching for the pint of ice cream she had set on the nightstand. It’s rocky road, his favorite. He takes an enormous spoonful and hands it to her. She takes a more respectful size one and sucks on the spoon,

“Easy for you to say.”

“What?” She asks.

“Don’t you have two boyfriends?”

She splutters and blushes,

“Shut up. Fine. Ask Jonathan about how he asked Steve out then. He should be on his way back.”

“Ask him about Will?!”

“Not about Will goofball, just ask without mentioning him. Now give me some of that,” she makes grabby hands towards the pint and he hands it back.

That’s how Jonathan and Steve find them, forty five minutes later, an empty pint of ice cream between them. Steve intimidated him in general, so he timidly asks if he can speak to Jonathan alone, to which Nancy hops up and grabs Steve’s hand, tugging him to the door, before he can even say anything.

Jonathan is easier, and he’s honest. He tells Mike about being scared because his dad was always calling him a faggot and a queer. And that he is bisexual, which means boys and girls, which is a lot and Mike didn’t even know you could do that. And he tells Mike that he’s so happy now and that Steve and Nancy are great, and he has to stop him a few times because he’s getting gross and that is his sister but he is clearly so in love and he can hold their hands and even kiss them any time he wants. Mike thanks him eagerly, and Jonathan gives him a hug, and promises that if things don’t go as intended, they will kick the guy’s ass. He appreciates the sentiment.

He doesn’t sleep very well, but he knows he can’t do anything until morning. He feels a new found confidence when he wakes up, and ducks out of the house, careful to not wake his sister or her guests, makes sure to leave a note, and rides his bike to the Byers.

It’s still pretty early and he realizes that he hasn’t eaten breakfast, mostly because Joyce opens the door, hair frizzy and pancake batter on her cheek. Hopper and Eleven are there of course, and Will looks up from the table, shocked to see him.

“Well good morning Mike, honey, let me get you a plate.”

“Thank you so much Mrs.Byers, but I was hoping I could take to Will for a second.”

She looks between them,

“Um, of course.”

So Will slowly stands up and leads Mike to his bedroom. Mike feels weird now. Will’s just staring at him and his fingers itch to pull him in for a hug.

“I like boys.” Mike blurts out.

Will stares.

“Like like boys.”

Will just stares at him, unmoving.

“I like you.”

Will’s jaw drops a bit.

“I understand if you don’t like me but, I just wanted you to know. I wanna hold your hand because I like you. Not because I pity you or feel bad, but just because I want to. And I hope that’s okay. And I hope you like me too. But if you don’t-“

Will shakes his head and Mike cuts himself off, stomach churning.

“Of course I like you, you idiot! I just thought you felt bad or thought you had to be my friend and hold my hand because of the upside down or something. I didn’t know you actually wanted to.”

“Of course I want to!” Mike says eagerly.

Will smiles, “Really?”

“Really.”

Mike crosses the room and throws his arms around Will. Will hugs back tightly, before pulling back,

“I didn’t think this was how this was going to go.”

Mike chuckles,

“Me either.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me too.” Mike kisses Will’s cheek softly, and cheeks flaming, Will grabs Mike’s hand and leads him back out to the kitchen table.

Joyce is standing at the stove, Hopper is buttering his pancake and El is shoving an Eggo in her mouth. There’s no dramatic moment, no big reveal. Joyce turns around, spatula in hand and catches sight of their hands,

“Sweetie your plate is,” she pauses but for only a half a second, “right there. Feel free to move my plate so you can sit by Will.”

Hopper watches, before picking up the syrup and dumping it on his pancake,

“I hope your parents know where you are son, it’s my one day off and I don’t wanna have to make any phone calls.”

“Yes sir,” Mike nods, dunking his knife in the butter.

“Pass the syrup,” Eleven demands, a smile on her face.

Will reaches across his body with his free hand to grab it, before passing it to her. Shoves a bite of his own food in his mouth. Grins.

Mike stops by the store on his way home to get a thank you card. He addresses it to Steve, Nancy and Jonathan and pushes it under Nancy’s door because it’s still not open, but Jonathan’s car is still in their driveway and their parents still aren’t home.

It says: thank you to Jonathan, for all the advice, even though you’re sappy and your face gets all gooey when you talk about them. Steve thank you for being so wonderful to Jonathan that he literally cannot shut up about you. My sister too. Nancy, thank you for the advice and cuddles and the ice cream. PS: you’re not a bitch PPS: only sometimes

[bastionkeeper]

Taako somehow gets hurt and he's on the good shit. Taako just watches Joaquin play games usually because the colors are bright and pretty and the TV makes funny noises while he plays. Joaquin Doesn't mind, he however made the mistake of playing a Kirby game First. Joaquin had to drag Taako's giant Kirby pillow (basically a bed) down so he could give Kirby a hug while he played. Taako slept through most of the gameplay, but Kirby has good music, so when he was awake he liked it lots

2) Joaquin just pats Taakos head while he relaxes and saves dreamland. When he beats it he tells Taako Kirby wants to sleep for a while, and that pacifies him before he starts to ask questions. Honey is just sitting on Taako's lap, making sure they don't move too much and upset their stitches. Joaquin plays a lot of Overwatch too, and Taako just asks Joaquin why Kravitz is on the TV and so Grumpy. Joaquin fucking loses it and just quietly tells Taako "because he doesn't get any kisses"

3) Taako fully accepts that and asks Joaquin if he can tell Kravitz that he can have as many kisses as he wants when he gets home. Joaquin, trying to compose himself, just nods before going back to playing. They have lunch (stew for Taako, A couple of sandwiches for Joaquin.) and Taako just fucking sleeps for the rest of the afternoon after that. When he wakes up he's confused because he's hurting, but he's on his Kirby pillow? Joaquin is here? Why does he hurt????

4) (sorry for the gap) Honey just goes to get Joaquin, and Angus who's home from school now, and Taako is really confused because he doesn't remember getting hurt? Or anything from yesterday to be honest and that's worrisome to him because his memory is already fucked. Joaquin and Angus fill him in with what happened, apparently Taako fell down the stairs and Dex or not he had a nasty land and fucked up his leg. Kravitz gets home a bit after and is glad to see Taako is Lucid.

5) Taako however tries to still cook, Kravitz is all like "Dove, no, you're hurt please rest or at least sit down and watch me make dinner please?" Joaquin and Taako walk him through the steps, while Taako focus's more on helping Angus with his homework because this boy is smart but he worries about tests so much. Joaquin takes a picture because Taako's smiling happily and he knows Kravitz will want that for the family scrap book. It hits him that he's been adopted by a Wizard and a Reaper. Huh.

Sorry Honey didn’t make an appearance I forgot all about her until I was nearly done!!! :(

Not even cleric magic could completely cure a stabbing that bad. Luckily modern medicine was on the rise in Faerun, so after Taako was run through by a rather angry fighter, the moonbase medical team managed to get him stitched up in time. 

Kravitz had been so angry hearing about the bandits that had nearly killed Taako just for a couple of his rings, that once he was sure Taako was stable and back safe at home, he rushed out to find the bastards and make them wish they’d never been born.

That left Joaquin with a rather drugged up elf with a gaping stomach wound who had strict orders not to leave the couch or bed unless absolutely necessary. 

“Wh’sat?” Taako asked, leaning over Joaquin’s shoulder and gesturing towards the Earthen setup. The teen had brought his playstation and television from the plane of thought, something that was now possible thanks to Lucas Miller bringing electricity to most of the upper class. 

“I’m gonna play some Overwatch,” Joaquin explained. 

“Wha? Dude you’re....you’re speaking...wha’s the word....gibberish,” Taako groaned, rubbing at his temples. He slumped back onto the couch, hissing with pain and clutching at his stitches. 

“Uh-uh, don’t touch those,” Joaquin pulled Taako’s hands away quickly.

“But they itch,” Taako complained. 

“Do you want me to put you in a cone?” Joaquin joked. 

“Cone of cold....s’level five evocation...” Taako murmured. Joaquin shrugged, the wizard wasn’t exactly all there at the moment so it wasn’t fair to expect him to make any sense. 

He played his game for awhile, making sure to keep a glass of water where Taako could reach and ushering him back to the couch whenever he tried to leave, which wasn’t often to be fair. Taako was pretty tired, he dozed off more than a few times. It didn’t help that he was on round the clock pain pills that Joaquin guessed where the fantasy equivalent of oxy. 

“Hey.”

Joaquin looked up. He was sitting with his back against the couch so Taako had room enough to stretch out. The elf was laying on his side, and had lightly patted Joaquin’s curly hair with one hand to get his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Wha’s Kravitz doin’ in your game?”

Joaquin snickered, this wasn’t the first time Taako had made such a joke about Reaper, but it was certainly the first time he’d actually believed it was Kravitz in the game. 

“Oh you know, reaper stuff,” Joaquin said, casually using his ult as he explained. If he didn’t get play of the game for that one he’d sue. He was channeling wifi across the planes that alone was play of the game worthy. 

“He looks so grumpy,” Taako hummed. “He gets like that when he’s hungry or when he’s tired.”

“Nah, it’s not that, he just needs kisses.” Joaquin said with a grin. 

“Oh shit, dawg...listen...” Taako grabbed Joaquin’s cheeks, squishing them. “I can do that.”

“Yeph you shure cahn,” Joaquin said through squished lips. 

It was at that moment that a portal opened into the living room and Kravitz stepped out, looking vicious with a glare and blood covered clothes. Joaquin shivered. It was easy to forget his two goofy fantasy dads were actually...you know...a powerful wizard and a grim reaper who killed people as easily as he killed video game characters. 

“How are you feeling, my dove?” Kravitz asked Taako, running a hand through the elf’s hair. The other hand went to cup his cheek softly. 

“C’mere!” Taako insisted, and Kravitz complied, kneeling down next to the couch and putting his face close to Taako’s. Taako immediately started covering the man in kisses until Kravitz was giggling and kissing him back. 

“What’s this all about?” he asked. 

“S’cause you were grouchy, nerd,” Taako slurred. “Lemme kiss the smile back onto ya.”

“Only if I can kiss you back,” Kravitz beamed, kissing Taako several times. 

Kravitz went to change out of his bloodied clothes, meanwhile Joaquin paused his game so he could go and get Taako’s pills for the next dose. He was paused by a knock at the door which turned out to be Angus home from school. 

“Do you knock everytime?” Joaquin asked as he let the kid in. He was pretty sure Angus was living with Taako and Kravitz now, whenever he wasn’t staying in the dorms or visiting Magnus and Merle. 

“I just prefer being polite,” Angus said, blushing slightly. “Is Taako doing okay?”

“Ango!” Taako was at the door, silky bathrobe swaying like his usual trademark cloaks, dragon slippers shuffling on the tile. “Welcome home, kiddo.” He kissed Angus on each cheek and ruffled the kid’s hair. “After school snack?”

“I can make one for myself, sir!” Angus piped up. “You should really be resting!”

“Nah, ol’ Taako’s head is clear for the first time all day, I’m getting bored. Let me cook you something.”

“Taako, come on you know what the doctor’s said,” Joaquin said, but Taako was already on his way to the kitchen, humming happily. 

Angus sat down at the kitchen table, emptying his bookbag and opening a journal that was full of notes way more complicated than anything Joaquin had seen in twelfth grade algebra. Taako appeared to be fixing up some grilled cheeses, and Joaquin guessed that was simple enough that it was okay for him to do it. 

Kravitz disagreed once he came back downstairs and saw Taako at the stove-top. 

“My dove, we talked about this,” Kravitz said, gently pulling Taako away from the oven. “I can make the meals while you’re recovering, okay?”

“Awww, but I wanna cook for my man and my boys,” Taako said, teasingly poking Kravitz with the spatula. 

“Nope, you’re on bedrest, you shouldn’t even be up from the couch,” Kravitz took the spatula from Taako and took over the grilled cheeses. “If you take it easy I’ll let you stay in the kitchen with us but anymore rushing around and I’ll carry you straight up to bed.”

“Tough guy, huh?” Taako chuckled. “I don’t remember this concern when we first met and you tried to crack my head open like an egg.”

“There’s still time for that if you prefer,” Kravitz joked back with a smirk. Taako stuck his tongue out at Kravitz before turning to Angus. 

“Whatcha got there, kiddo?”

“Oh, it’s theory of magic homework,” Angus showed Taako his notes, and the wizard nodded seriously at them. 

“Here, this part, you’re overthinking it,” Taako said pointing to a sigil Angus had drawn. The rest of what he said flew right over Joaquin’s head as the two got into the magic talk. Angus scooted his chair up close to Taako’s and put his elbows on the table, leaning in close to the elf. Joaquin grinned and snapped a few quick pictures with his cell phone, he knew Kravitz would like to see them later. 

It was a nice atmosphere in the kitchen, it had all the feeling of a lazy Saturday afternoon. Kravitz was humming symphony music as he served up sandwiches, Taako and Angus shared notes, Joaquin took pictures and interjected now and then with jokes and puns. 

A couple hours passed before Kravitz insisted Taako get some more rest. 

“I’m fine, y’treating me like glass...” Taako said, only to groan with pain as Kravitz helped him stand. “Okay....maybe...m’a little bit glass...”

“Come here, love,” Kravitz lifted Taako into his arms, careful not to brush against the stitches. “Angus, Joaquin, thanks for helping today.”

“No problem Mr. Kravitz,” Joaquin nodded. “Same time tomorrow?”

“I’ll be home tomorrow to take care of him,” Kravitz said. “....but, I could use some extra help. He is a handful when he’s ill.”

“I’m a handful all the time y’baby,” Taako stuck out his tongue, and then because he was still high as a kite and lovey dovey as always, licked Kravitz’s cheek and giggled. Kravitz gave Joaquin a deadpan look that seemed to say: you see what I mean?

“If you come back tomorrow, it’s my day off, you can teach me how to play your game!” Angus said excitedly. 

“Oh hell yeah,” Joaquin said, ruffling Angus’s hair. “Same time tomorrow then.”

The three locals said goodbye to Joaquin (Taako gave him a peck on the forehead) and the outerplaner headed home, sure to come back to his second home tomorrow.

[labyrinthofleah]

Always a Black Fox, Never a Bride: Part 4 (final) | Mamoru/Aiko fic

Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3!

This is the last part of the fic, oooh~

@letstalklikefangirls @josiesparklelove

Part 4: The Detective and The Thief

The next morning—or actually, practically noon—found Mamoru standing in front of Aiko’s apartment. He wasn’t there for purely his own, personal reasons, not at all.

But there was a limit to how well Mamoru Kishi could deny his own feelings even to himself, especially after he’d become so painfully aware of them just the previous day.

He knew that Aiko shared the apartment with her sister, but thanks to a certain text he’d gotten earlier he also knew that Josie wasn’t around to interfere.

“Aiko’s feeling a lot better now. I’m distracting Josie, so you guys will have some quality~ alone~ time~ Now’s your chance! \(o3o)/”

Leah’s fondness for overly-enthusiastic emotes and suggestive tildes was almost enough to make him delete the text on the spot. But she had helped out with Aiko in a big way, not the least because he’d dragged her into his plan in the first place.

“k”

And with that obligatory response, here he was.

He rang the doorbell, and Aiko appeared. She was obviously still in ‘sleepover mode.’ Her hair wasn’t combed and he could see slippers shaped like her favorite Pokemon peeping out from beneath her fluffy dragon-print bathrobe.

“Mamoru?!” She looked down at her robe and slippers and blushed. “Uh, I wasn’t expecting—“

“You look fine, sweetheart.”

“What?”

He gave her a lopsided grin to try and mask his nerves. “I’ve seen worse. In the mirror.”

But more than that, Aiko was Aiko whether she was dressed like a noble or a museum curator or… anything, really. Wasn’t he here to tell her that? More than that…

He cleared his throat, and she started. “Sorry! Uh, come in.”

“Thanks.” He stepped over the threshold and she led him into the small living room. The remains of popcorn bags, empty cocoa mugs, and boxes of chocolates lay strewn across the coffee table. She hastily began to clear the refuse away.

“Don’t bother. Like I said, I’ve seen worse.”

She finally smiled back at him. “I never would have guessed. But… why are you here? Did something happen?”

He hesitated, scratching at his goatee as he suddenly found himself unable to meet her eyes. She had asked The Question. He’d known he was coming, it was only natural for her to wonder, and yet he was unable to answer her right away.

“…Mamoru?”

“I…” He finally looked back at her. “Your sleepover thing go okay?”

Dammit.

She blinked. “Yeah. I mean, we watched a movie and ate junk food, but mostly we talked.”

“Lemme guess, ‘bout Tiny and the prince?”

Aiko nodded, looking downcast. “I feel bad for them, honestly. It’s obvious to anyone with half a braincell that they’re crazy about each other… but they won’t let themselves admit it. It’d be a lot harder to get Roberto out of a romantic scandal than me.” She gave a frustrated sigh. “I wish there was something I could do.”

“Ya can’t help everyone, sweetheart.”

“Tell me about it.” Then she smiled again. “But I guess I do have one less thing to worry about now, thanks to you.”

“…I only did it ‘cause it’s you.”

Her smile took on a quizzical slant. “Well, thank you.”

He could feel things growing awkward between them because they both weren’t sure what to say. He wasn’t usually so tongue-tied around her. Other times he didn’t talk much because he… just didn’t want to talk. But now, when he had so much to say…

Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and took her hand.

And hesitated.

Then he began to play with her fingers.

Still hesitating.

Her face was now an interesting shade of deep pink. “M-Mamoru? What happened, you’re acting--”

“Guess yer a single woman again, huh?” He mumbled, staring at her fingers.

“Um, yes?”

“I was gonna stop the weddin’ when I got there. Before I saw you on the street.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You were bein’ forced into an arranged marriage with some strange guy, ‘course you’d hate that. But... I wasn’t gonna do it just ‘cause of that.”

He finally looked up and met her eyes. “When I thought of you bein’ with another guy, I knew I didn’t want it t’ happen. Aiko… I want you t�� be with me.”

She stared back at him. “Why?”

“Ain’t it obvious?”

“Well…” Slowly, a smile spread across her lips. “Even if she shares those feelings, a girl likes to hear the actual words, you know.”

He felt his face flushing. “Y-you already know, so— You return--?”

“Yes, I do. I couldn’t say it properly in my letter, so I’ll say it now: I love you, Mamoru Kishi. I thought I’d have to make the first move at this rate, but you actually took the initiative this time!”

Now her smile was a full-blown grin; he’d never seen her look this happy in all the time he’d known her. She was smiling like that because of him. Because of them.

“Yeah, well… I love you too, Aiko,” he said gruffly, not able to hide a smile of his own. “So, you wanna—“

“Go out with you? I thought you’d never ask.”

She reached up and drew his face down to hers in a kiss. He was surprised at first, but soon he was returning it readily enough, holding her close to him.

When they broke apart, he smirked down at her. “Pullin’ a fast one on me, sweetheart?”

“You stole my confession, so I stole our first kiss,” she teased. “Fair exchange, right?”

He chuckled as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I shoulda expected as much from a Black Fox.”

~*~*THE END*~*~

BONUS EPILOGUE:

“Leah, Kenshi was so not competing in an all-firefighter oil-wrestling tournament for charity! You lied to me!”

“I told you, I must have gotten the wrong info,” Leah insisted as she hurried to keep pace with Josie while rapidly typing on her phone.

“Time’s up, Mamoru! Angry Josie incoming. If you’ve wrapped things up over there, I suggest you run.”

~*~*THE END FOR REAL*~*~

Hope you enjoyed reading! This was super-fun to write. Feel free to check out my other fics if you feel so inclined. o3o

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