#i was telling my dearly beloved friend at school today and he was like “then just block him tf??”

[causenessus]

nvm guy from airbuds was a FREAK and I'm heavily traumatized the only man i am accepting right now is chuuya bc he would never

anyway I apologize for being sporadically on here!! 😭😭😭 allow me to give the court my justifications for absence:

1. I accidentally landed myself the job of stage managing another musical and on top of that am designing + running lights for another play that goes up next month + after that one I will be doing the same for another play all the while continuing to stage manage this musical on the side bc apparently doing it once didn't kill me enough

2. school 😔

3. tired and sad

4. I thought my hours would decrease after December at work but it sure doesn't feel like it so fuck me ig

5. tired and sad

thank you for reading this rendition of ness' lore drops!! I love you guys I'll be more active asap <33 take care of yourselves mwah <33 if it makes you guys feel any better there's a little causenessus dot com tumblr blog inside my head that I post on like 24/7 those posts and thoughts just don't actually make it to the real rendition of the blog 😭😭 BUT I THINK OF YOU GUYS ALL THE TIME AND MISS U ALL <3

[twistedr0se]

Gifts! Gifts! Gifts! - A Valentines Day Special 🌸🌹🌷

Note: Gn!Reader, sorry if this was late I had a lot of crazy things happening and I dodged potential homelessness but I'm back and writing again :D

Valentines day, it was one of those days that many people would not want to miss. The school was livelier than usual, many were already at work preparing their confession letters and gifts for their loved ones and friends, and you were no different.

You paced back and forth, making your way into the busy halls and making sure the contents of your bag were safe from everyone. This morning was especially crowded as both you and many others were rushing late to their morning class, not sparing a second until they arrived just on time in fear of punishment. Truthfully, you had been later than usual today, and that was no accident.

The things within your bag were little gifts, chocolates, all of which you planned to give to your friends and colleagues during class. But one thing turned into another and, here you are rushing to trein's class.

With the hustle and bustle of the halls, you had wondered 'how will I get all of these to them?', but little did you know there was someone out there who would look for you to. Perhaps it was someone you were close with, or maybe you would meet them along the way as you hand out your little treats. Still, there was this gut feeling of something special happening today.

You supposed that this would be more beneficial, as you are usually seated to both ace and deuce, the first few people you would give these items to. Running into the class, trein glanced at the entrance. His usual grimace turned slightly more relaxed as he saw you walk in.

"Ah, you are just on time. Please do sit down, we are about to start-"

You moved towards trein and fidgeted around the bag, what he saw come out of it was a small box with a chocolate that resembled a familiar cat...

"Happy valentines day Professor! I made this just last night"

Trein examined the piece, the cat's fur was carefully crafted and its expression showed a droopiness to it that he had known all too well.

"Oh, for me?"

Lucius was eyeing at the piece as well, and as trein brought it closer to his chest he couldn't help but smile at his beloved cat licking the plastic box that encased the little gift.

"I appreciate it dearly, thank you."

Moving into your seat, both Ace and Deuce greeted you with their usual antics. It seems that it was never too early or late for them to start their usual banter.

Deuce greeted you with a smile, a little flustered than usual "Morning, prefect!"

Ace was a little more talkative today, perhaps within his own reason

"Ah, you're quite later than usual~" Ace teased.

"Yeah yeah now hush, I made this for you"

The two eyed the little boxes. Like trein, they had been gifted specially crafted chocolate trinkets, one shaped as an ace of hearts, and one a deuce of spades.

You smirked as they were left bewildered at the small but thoughtful gift. Deuce flushed a bright pink and Ace was practically trying (and failing) to hide his blush

"Happy valentines day you two"

The two looked to the boxes, and back at them, and then at you

"You did this...for us?" Deuce replied, his face flushing a deeper shade of pink at the special blue bow that was on the box. Both Ace's face and ribbon were a soft shade of red.

"Hmph, if I had known you'd make something like this for me I would have made my plans a little grander today~"

You raised your brow up at him "What do you mean by that?"

"Ahaha! Don't worry about it~ You'll see it when you see it"

Whilst class resumed as usual, you could see that Deuce was slightly deeper in thought this time. You hadn't known the inner dialogue that unleashed within him when he saw your gift.

His thoughts of him and you were running feverent in his mind 'Should I tell....ah- but what if I get rejected...But then again...'. He spared one passing glance at you, face still flushed, and looked down at his pen and paper. Maybe it was time for him to take action....

The next class was alchemy. Peering into the lab, you see Trey, Cater, Riddle and Rook all huddled near a cauldron. Waving to them, you pulled out three seperate boxes, each chocolates carved in different things for each person.

"These are for you guys...I spent quite a lot of time making them so...happy valentines day!"

"You're too kind, prefect. i

Riddle was equally as flustered "A-ah...thank you...."

He examined the carefully crafted chocolate rose. Trey got a chocolate clover, sleek and tidy. Rook an intricately crafted bow and arrow, the end in the shape of a heart. Cupid's bow, he thought. Cater had a little diamond as his shape, and by the looks of it he was enjoying every minute of it. He was sure he had taken more than 10 pictures in the span of the few minutes he'd received this as a gift.

Queen of hearts rule 298 states that chocolate should not be consumed during the fifth week of the last month they tasted satly tea, but for just this once maybe....

"BEAUTE!!! This craftsmanship....the beauty within such a fickle yet delicious thing...I could not thank you enough, Mon Cher"

Cater smiled widely, ecstatic at this special gift you made especially for him. "I couldn't agree more~"

It didn't help that he had something else in mind for valentines day too but...Oh well, it seemed that it was too early for him to reveal that now.

Rook took the palm of your hand, and softly planted a kiss. His face showing a softness you hadn't seen before "I shall repay you when the time is right"

"Oh stop it, you don't have to really" You held your hand to your cheek, cupping it as you saw just how much they appreciated your hard work.

"But I must! With such beautiful craftmanship and thought, how can I not repay you ten fold~?"

Trey chuckled "He's right you know, I might bake you something special just for this. You did such a good job it would only be fair that I return the favor"

Riddle nodded, face still flushed "I will certainly remember this...kind gesture. I would love to prepare something special for you...to repay you that is"

The four of you enjoyed alchemy, much to your surprise as it is one of the few grueling classes due to crewel's strict nature. Speaking of crewel...

"Hm, what's this? Don't tell me this is a bribe for a better grade"

"It's a gift for you, happy valentines day Professor Crewel!" You handed him a chocolate, carved in the shape of a dalmation puppy with white chocolate.

"Ahhh~ my puppies are so adorable!"

He seemed to be the happiest you've seen him in awhile, which was...strange but cute. Like an excited little puppy getting head scratches.

"You've been such a good student this whole semester, thank you for this!"

Walking outside the classroom, you saw a familiar sleeping lion laying peacefully under a shaded tree. Ears were twitching, his tail wagging, yeah...he's asleep alright.

Slowly, you sneak closer and closer to him, placing his gift on one of his hands, which laid free on the grass.

"Oi...what is this?"

"Ah- you scared me!"

"You would know better than to sneak up on a lion. Now, what's this?"

"Oh, it's a valentines day gift. For you that is~"

"For me....hm...."

He looked at the little chocolate lion. It was small, yet you managed to capture the fierce and prideful nature of it. It was cute.

"Thanks, herbivore. I'll make sure to reward you with something just as good"

He gave you one last smirk before he rolled back over to return to his nap. But once you had turned your back to go for your break, you could have sworn that Leona was snuggling the box. But of course, he would never let you see that...ever.

In the cafeteria, and dodging all the crowds fighting for the special lunch of the day, you were looking for more of your friends, when all of a sudden....

"Aaah, shrimpy~" You were pulled into a tight hug, and as the air was slowly wringed out, you can see a familiar smile as you looked up.

"It's been so long since I've seen you~! I miss you yaknow!!" Ah, floyd.

"Ah- floyd! You're squeezing me here..."

Floyd let go swiftly, nearly dropping you down to his seat as he pulled away "Oh right~ hehe sorryyy"

Jade smiled at the new company "Oh dear, well if it isn't our little prefect. What brings you to our table?"

The two watched you fumble in your bag once more, pulling out two separate boxes with familiar looking chocolate eels for the two of them.

"Hee~? A little eel?? For me???"

"How adorable, despite the small stature, the carvings are percise, sleek." You can feel the two staring at you, only this time with adoration.

"Oya oya? What's with all the commotion?"

You looked towards your right, seeing that fedora peeking through a familiar face.

"Ah- Azul! I have something for you"

"For me? Oh, you shouldn't have..."

Azul looked at the chocolate octo with an expression you hadn't seen in his face. You can only describe it as a softness he never allowed anyone to see. His suave businessman facade slowly melted as the realization of this gift had settled in his mind fully. You of all people had made something for him, and especially on valentines day.

"I can't thank you enough for this, angelfish. How about I repay the favor. Anything you want, just say the word and it's yours~"

You chuckled "You don't have to Azul, I have all that I want right here~"

"Oh, right! Have you seen Idia anywhere? I can't seem to uhh...find him"

"Hm, chances are he's in his room. He brought his tablet for today's seminar, so he'd most likely still be cooped up in there."

"Thanks again, angelfish. I'll be sure to give you a monstro lounge discount the next time you drop by~"

Before you left, you saw two more familiar faces wave to you.

"Ah! Hey!! It's been awhile!" Kalim exclaimed. Seems that his shine and spark never dies down even in mundane situations like this. Jamil is right next to him, waving back in a manner more reserved. But still, you can tell the two are happy to see you again.

"I got something for you, here!"

You handed the two of them their boxes, Kalim's having a tiny otter, and Jamil a snake. The scales were carefully carved with intricacies that only Jamil would see and appreciate. Kalim was more than overjoyed at the little otter that's now in his hands.

"This is so cute!! Aaah now I wanna gift you back something...."

"How about it? A party? A parade? A magic carpet ride???"

Jamil held the box close, as if it was the most precious thing he had "...something just for me...."

He smiled, looking to you with a soft grin and letting down his calm and aloof demeanor for even a small moment "Thank you..."

Once you said your goodbyes as the bell rang, you went to your next lesson; Flying.

On the court, you can see Jack, Vil, Ruggie and Epel all stretching after a round of magift. Vargas was near them stretching as well.

Ruggie was the first to notice you first "Well well, if it isn't our dear prefect hehe~"

"Ah- Hello!" Epel waved, he seemed happy to see you.

"I come bearing gifts~ Happy valentines day you guys!!"

Both Epel and Jack flushed red as they saw the little carvings. A wolf, an apple, a donut and a peacock...they had all wondered how much time you had spent making all of this, and especially for them....

"You did well, potato..." For once, Vil had no criticism against this. The peacock was carefully crafted, down to the feather. He seems to hesitate for a moment, not wanting to eat this creation you made just for him. Epel on the other hand, would want nothing more than to devour the little treat, even if it was in front of Vil who had just now warned him about his new dietary restrictions after getting a few acne bumps....

"Going through all this trouble to make something special...it kinda gets to me y'know? How about I do something for you in return eh~?" Ruggie smirked, already scheming of many different places he can take you to, far away from everyone else...

Turning to Vargas next, you handed him something "and happy valentines day to you Vargas sir!"

You handed him a tiny chocolate muscle man, lifting a barrel full of eggs. Strange, they all thought. But Vargas seemed more than happy to receive it.

"What a strong little guy! You're quite the interesting type aren't ya?"

"I guess I am hehe~"

Flying class went smoother than usual. Checking the time, you decided it was time to head to ignihyde to check on the resident elusive dorm leader...

Walking through the halls of ignihyde, you specifically wanted to go to Idia directly to give him his little valentines treat. But, as per usual, he was not present physically. So you might as well meet him directly in his dorm room.

"So this is Idia's room..." You knock once, no response.

"Hey, I noticed that I couldn't find you in person so...I'll just place your valentines day gift here, 'kay?"

On the other side, Idia could not believe what he heard "...Valentines?"

You placed the little mecha head shaped chocolate on the footsteps to his door

"I'll leave this here. Happy valentines day, little flame~"

It took a long while before Idia could reply "T-thanks ah- um........."

You moved away and crossed him off the list of people to send your gifts out to. Unbeknownst to you, Idia was shaking.

"fhjhskdhjksjahhh!!!!! I can't believe it...this gift....." picking up the box, he can see the detail you had put on this. Even down to the seams of the robot.

Idia laid down on the ground for a couple minutes, his pink flames threatening to scortch the carpet. But at this point, he didn't care. What he held in his hand was something you made just for him...and those moments lying down turned into minutes slowly turned to hours....and hours turned into.....well....

Down the hall you could see Ortho, configuring some hardware for the main area. You had something special for him too.

"Ah! Ortho! Hey!"

The little robot looked up from his work station, his eyes lighting up as he saw you go near him. You fumbled around your bag for his gift.

"I have something for you, ah- here!"

Inside is a chocolate shaped skull, specifically the skulls that adorned his and his older brother's rooms and clothes.

"Happy valentines day, ortho!"

In his excitement, he had tackled you hard into the ground. If he had known any better he would have thought that he was shortcircuiting in his excitement

"Aaah! Thank you so much!!.... I can't really eat this, but I'll scan it for the archives so I'll remember this forever!!"

You both said your goodbyes as you crossed out his name. There were still a few more to go.

The sun was slowly setting and afternoon classes had already ended, so time was of the essence for you to gift everything to all your loved ones.

Running around the main halls once more, you accidentally bump into someone....standing.....sleeping?

Silver caught you just in time before you hit the ground, his arms gripping you firmly close to him until the two of you are stable.

Heat slowly creeped into your face at how close you are together "Sorry I-"

"...No, it's fine...Are you okay?"

"yes! and I uh...I have something for yo-"

"HUMAN!!! What are you doing in the middle of the hallways, you could've hurt someone! or even worse, YOURSELF!!"

'Ah...sebek....'

"Awww come on Sebek, I'm sure the prefect's just clumsy today"

'Lilia too? Perfect timing'

"Oh! I'm glad Im seeing all of you now, I have something for all of you....right...here!"

Handing all three of them your gifts, you watched as each of them reacted slowly at the little chocolate figurines you made. A sword, a crocodile, a bat. All three of them were in a state of fluster at this gesture. For once, Sebek did not have anything to say, and the same went for Lilia.

"This is adorable~! I'm surprised you'd get something for me..."

Sebek looked away as he spoke "T-thank you...human..."

Silver had never been more awake than he was before. It's clear that his face had flushed a soft pink, and his white hair had only contrasted the pink coloring his cheeks. "I don't think I can thank you enough..."

"it makes me even more certain now with what I- no...it's okay. You don't have to worry about it" He smiled, cheekily hiding that plan he had under his smile.

"What's with the commotion! It's almost time to retire for the night!"

'Crowley...'

"Ah! Headmaster! This one's for you too!"

You handed him a little chocolate raven, he seemed more than ecstatic to receive something of this caliber.

"This...for me???!!!!! Oh!!!! Oh how generous of you!!!"

He pulled all four of you into a reluctantly big hug "You all are so precious!!!"

In between all of them, you squeezed in a hug back "no problem, headmaster"

Once they all left, you headed to ramshackle to retire. After all, you had someone waiting for you at this hour...

A familiar horned silhouette greeted you at the gate "...You came"

You peered through the bushes and pushed forward, looking to the fae waiting for you. The moonlight shone on his skin with an ethereal glow, and he was more than happy to see you.

"I have something for you, here..."

You handed him a chocolate gargoyle, wrapped with a green bow.

"Happy valentines day, tsunotarou~"

He froze for a moment, not comprehending that someone, anyone, would give him anything other than isolation on the day celebrating love. "This...is for me?"

Nodding your head, you smiled "Yeah! I made it last night, took me awhile y'know! But I think it paid off"

Malleus' gaze softened, a feeling of warmth igniting inside him as he held the box closer to him "I am eternally grateful for this, I am sure blessings will come to you after this..."

You tilted your head "...blessings? What do you have planned-"

He chuckled "You needn't worry about that, child of man."

After all the shennanigans of today, you had finally did it. Thirty something gifts for every one of them...It's a miracle as to how you even achieved it. But as you entered the house, there was something that was placed on top of the coffee table of the living room. Something....wrapped? There seems to be a letter as well. Strange...

'This box...Who is this from?' you thought.

As you read the note on the box, your cheeks flushed and your eyes widened.

"This...this is from...."

You smiled, you really couldn't believe it. It was none other than him...

This secret admirer revealed...and none other than...

...

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Fake dating to piss off Shuichi's parents

Clown: Thinking about shuichi lamenting to his friends about his parents always needling him about a girlfriend/ getting a different job/ settling down. And he makes the vauge suggestion of considering taking anyone home just to shut them up And (maybe rantaro) goes "haha, I know someone who would make them lose their minds for like…30 dollars and free dinner" And it's Ouma It's always Ouma The first text he ever recieves from ouma is, "Soo…my dearly beloved to be, how bad do you want this to go?" "Absolutely horrid." "Splendid."

Checkers: He shows up in clown makeup pulls up to their driveway in his little clown car honks at then with his clown nose

Beez: oh you know what would be funny if shuichis parents had to take him w them to some kind of event or wtv n to make him not look like a loser they tell him he needs a date

Checkers: RUIN THEIR IMAGE jokes on them they’re the real losers here

Apollo: Kokichi makes little cue cards with all the problematic things he's learnt about Shuichi's parents and idly flashes them at random people to spread the news

Beez: HE DOES THE STUPID HIGH SCHOOL PRANK TAPING A PAPER ON THEIR BACKS "WE'RE SHIT PARENTS" Clown: He's causing scandals left and right

Dra: No but it would be so funny if he wasn't [wearing a clown nose] and still managed to get the sound by touching his nose/pl Clown: AJSGSH Its a skill!! Along with the several handkerchiefs he hacks up onto the floor

Apollo: Shuichi: WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME? Rantaro: Since when have my friends ever been normal? Clown: Rantaro is watching this from home. Sipping his tea as he watches the news roll in Dra: He complains but he actually loves it

Beez: they gotta pretend they like kokichi too they have an image to maintain they are so happy for their son and his ugly fucking boyfriend theyre serious Sini: They are so pro gay rights Clown: Their clenching their teeth so hard they bleed but "oohh they're sooo happy their son has found love" Apollo: Shuichi's embarrassed by the stories Kokichi is making up but seeing his parents in pain? It makes it the embarrassment worth it

Clown: I have the image of ouma stretching idly as he tell the reporter " Oh me? Psh! I'm actually an adult entertainer. Mhm! You won't believe how far the clown niche gets ya, mhm, real freaks out there. This? honk drives them bonkers. These kind folks are so understanding of my line of work!" He absolutely feeds a different story to every reporter

Apollo: Sure…People talk about what sort of…Things Shuichi are into considering his boyfriend says that sort of shit but hey…If it's pissing off his parents, he'll let Kokichi to claim to do whatever the fuck he wants He uses the fact he's multilingual to his advantage as well.

Sini: “These young celebrities are in love with me!” “One bad joke is all it takes, trust me” “These people have no humour! That’s humorous on its own, really! So charming” Clown: "Oh they've been sooo welcoming. They only tried to pay me off once?? Twice??"

Checkers: He’s reciting a waffle recipe in Spanish Reading out loud a Russian translation of My Immortal Clown: He's sobbing the entire time like its something emotional Apollo: He comes up with 'pet names' to use during interviews. The interviewers think it's super sweet…Until they see the comments pointing out that Kokichi was just saying random words Checkers: He is passionately defending pineapple on pizza. In Italian Clown: Omg, nicknames ranging from the classic "babe" to "my combusted inflamed refrigerator on wheels " And shuichi has to stutter his way through something equally as bad And yet the faces of pure rage on his parents face lend him strength he didn't know possible Apollo: Interviewer: Aww so sweet Interviewer, reading the comments: Why was he calling Shuichi a soda covered stress toy??? What is wrong with today's youth? [my reply to Apollo's message] that sounds kinky

Clown: I love the thought of this starting out as ouma leading the charge. He's throwing out ideas he hopes shuichi picks up. But as the night goes on the last remaining fucks shuichi gives fly out the window. And he is absolutely going all out. Ouma nearly stumbles in keeping up with the absolutely insanity shuichi has awakened in himself and he may be swooning Sini: HE’S CREATED A BEAUTIFUL MONSTER Apollo: Shuichi's gone from the awkward attempting to flirt back stage to the You're actually sorta cute so I'm going to put effort into this stage in like one night and Kokichi is shook Checkers: Saiharizz but it’s just unhinged insanity Beez: the most effective rizz on kokichi tbh Sini: Shuichi: evil unhinged laughter Kokichi: [heart eyes] “I will make my parents eat their own shit” “….So are you free later-?”

Clown: All it takes is realizing how afraid his parents are of breaking their facade and hes pulling ouma to the corner, absolute giddy realization happening in his anxiety ridden husk of a body as he frantically says "Did you see their faces?? Ouma did you see how mad they were?? Haha! Oh my god! They can't do anything to me. I can do anything" Apollo: Kokichi is internally screaming because holy fuck a cute guy just dragged him into a corner are they gonna kiss? No? Oh well, hearing him realise how he can do anything is just as good Me: this is a fake dating scenario, of course they're going to kiss, just not in a corner, that would be against the point, do it in front of everyone Sini: Kokichi: “I can fix him” Bitch, I did, and that was by making him worse Clown: He may be going mad with power Just a little Will shuichi regret this in the morning? He doesn't CARE. That's future him's problem. He's having FUN Rantaro is lowkey impressed by how fast Shuichi has managed to lose it Sini: Rantaro is dramatic [rolling eyes emoji] He’s fine. He’s his best self rn Ignore the maniacal giggling

Apollo: Shuichi manages to get his hands on some soda, something he's not allowed a lot so his 'teeth aren't ruined' or some bullshit…Man's on a trip Sini: He really is in his rebellious teen phase rn He will eat after midnight HA He will drink alcohol He will tag a building He will post embarrassing photos on a burner account

Apollo: Rantaro: What the hell Kokichi? Kokichi: It was one cup! Shuichi: [h y p e r]

Sini: “I feel so alive! Why haven’t I tried this before!? This is great! Fuck coffee, this is my life blood!” He’s been deprived Too much You give him a taste of something new and he goes wild

Clown: On one hand, shuichi has never looked happier, on the other, his eyes show a manic energy that is just a wee bit spooky Sini: Kokichi isn’t sure if he should be concerned or aroused Clown: Just one moment, a single moment for shuichi, grinning, tells ouma honestly "thank you for this" and its over for one kokichi ouma Sini: He is on the floor Shuichi is poking him

Me: sugar rush Shuichi just dips Kokichi and kisses him while showing a middle finger to the camera Clown: Shuichi offers a very nervous peck on the cheek initially and by the end he's dragging ouma halfway over the table to kiss him passionately on the lips in front of his parents

Clown: The aftermath may be less fun But it was so worth it Sini: It’s like a hangover lmao Wtf did he do last night? Clown: He wakes up feeling empty, shakey, strangely shirtless in a bed he doesn't recognize, theres a lingering feeling of impending dread and his phone is buzzing nonstop. Still. He feels so satisfied with himself. He smells like grape soda Sini: He smells like….Him Clown: YES. That and he's blanking on the memory of him toppling over the soda tower at the end of the night Apollo: He sees Kokichi and internally freaks out because What the fuck did we DO? but he then learns when he fell into the soda tower, his shirt got all gross and Kokichi being the everloving boyfriend he is, washed it…Well got someone else to wash it but yeah

Clown: Reality may be creeping up on him in the background but the phones been chucked to the side for now Ouma grins at him and goes "I never got the dinner you promised" and shuichi grins back Apollo: They're fucking dorks. Meanwhile, the Saiharas are attempting damage control, Shuichi's uncle is supportive but also god damn it did it have to go like this and the internet is fucking blowing up Clown: Need Miu to be watching her daily drama channel in the morning with a bowl of cereal and the first thing she sees is ouma's face and she does a spit take Apollo: She starts ringing him but he's not paying attention Clown: Kaito minding his buisness when he sees "Former child actor gone rouge" and it's just shuichi cackling maniacally Apollo: Kokichi is hovering in the background all smug like, dressed in the most horrible outfit despite the stylists trying to make him look nice. Clown: He loves to watch the world BURN From a distance, as shuichi and him take the time to tentatively start to know each other in the aftermath Sini: More so Shuichi causing the world to burn Me: Me: some paparazzi takes photos of them on that dinner they go out on and the relationship gets solidified in the media's eyes Clown: YES. If someone spreads a picture of them at some run of the mill diner in the morning for some breakfast. Hair unbrushed. Ouma still has remains of clown makeup. Shuichis eyeliner is smudged all over. Shuichi is shoving a cinnamon roll into oumas mouth mid rant with the biggest smile on his face.

Apollo: Maki, waking up because her Ouma Sense is going off: Who has that brat gone after this time? Maki knew Shuichi would be getting a fake date for some event. She switches on the tv, sees the bastard of the orphanage she grew up in and just turns it off Shuichi says he wants to introduce Kokichi to his best friends and he and Maki lock eyes. Kokichi: ["*chuckles* I'm in danger." gif]

Clown: She can't be too mad!! Look at shuichis face!! Thats pure joy right there!! Maki begrudgingly accepts and oumas like" sOB I knew you loved me!!! " Apollo: She does hit Kokichi over the back of the head later and then gives him a shovel talk. Shuichi is confused when Maki hands him one of those backpack leash things Clown: Maki, deadpan,"you'll need it." Me: she's a little confused about who needs a leash atm

Clown: I am thinking of the end of the night immeadiately after. Shuichi did not expect to go that far. And as he's calming down. The jitters come back. His phone is a death sentence. He's obsessively waiting for the ringing to start.

Ouma leads him to the bus stop, shuichi drove them there but its just not the time. Ouma wants to live thank you.

Drenched in sweat, and soda, and oumas pockets being stuffed with cake they ride together silently. Shuichi barely even thinks to ask where their going. Reloading his notifications again and again.

Shuichi is hugging his knees. He barely remembers sitting on oumas bed. He's still hugging his knees. "I-" he breaks out into nervous giggles, "I screwed up didn't I?"

And kokichi sighs, it's silent between them before kokichi erupts into laughter. "You were amazing!" He insists, and he's so absolutely giddy. Nearly in awe. It's hard for the doubts to eat at him when ouma looks at him like he hung the moon and the stars. "You were amazing."

And ouma teases him relentlessly, and shuichi is too busy being embarassed to let himself fall into regret. He ultimately falls asleep peacefully in a bed that isn't his and ouma yawns and steps away to sleep on the couch.

Bonus:

Beez: saiou pulling fake proposals in restaurants to get free dessert thats it Hina: Kokichi initiates them Shuichi tries for real and Kokichi thinks he's joking Beez: damn the dessert must look good if shuichis the one proposing for it Ves: they just move on shuuichi thinks they're engaged kokichi thinks he was doing a bit Me: 1) do it AFTER they're married 2) have their actual proposal in privacy, duh. I think they would prefer that anyway This is the sequel movie to the fake dating to piss off Saihara's parents romantic comedy Ves: but the comedy Me: Adam Sandlers plays Kokichi Ves: im imaging him in a terrible purple wig now why would you say that Well, it would be more of his type of deal to play Shuichi, since this makes Kokichi the love interest while he is the protag Beez: alternatively someone they know goes into the restaurant theyre at n witness a proposal so they go over to congratulate them but saiou r like shit [eye, mouth, eye emojis] Me: Ha! Deserved

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❥ 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 // уαηց วυηցωση ♡

ᰔ 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♡ [ 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ]

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Yang jungwon was everything- smart, popular, handsome, the reputated class leader who had the best grades and the highest amount of admirers. But if there was anything your best friend was bad at, then that was him being so dumb at acknowledging your romantic feelings for him. He’s been your best buddy since the first year of high school and despite your numerous attempts at conveying your love for him like asking him to be your prom date, leaving anonymous letters inside his locker, always insisting on going out with him on weekends, this boy was so oblivious as to how you truly felt about him.

although these failed events had left you frustrated many times, you learned how to suppress your disappointment and act like nothing happened infront of jungwon. You were grateful and glad that you still hung out with him most of the day, however, when bees like fangirls would swarm around him with confessions in the hallway, you were awfully ticked off and all you felt like doing was tearing him away from them by claiming him as yours. However, love wasn’t always in two directions and he wasn’t “yours” so you watched with clenched fists from a distance as the most popular and prettiest girl in your college supposedly asked him out today.

She was everything you weren’t- the hot topic of the school, the president of the dance club, the teacher’s favourite girl with such a pretty face and goddess like figure. Although you hated to admit it, she was perfect in every way and this fact only made your blood boil even more as you watched her take steps closer to your beloved jungwon. She had a sweet smile on her face, and let her flowy hair loose to get his attention. You were standing at the doorway of the classroom, facing jungwon’s back so you couldn’t see how he was reacting, but the dread of him accepting her proposal because she was the one everyone swooned over in campus made your stomach clench. Thus, unable to witness this painful scenario by yourself, you shut your eyes closed and walked out of the college building angrily.

Throughout the whole day, you avoid jungwon. It was not that he’s done anything to you, but the pain of your unrequited feelings was eating you away. So you wanted some space to yourself cause you knew seeing his beautiful face that you so dearly loved today would make you tear up and the last thing you wanted was to create a drama inside school campus and lose your friendship by blurting out something insensitive.

jungwon makes several attempts to talk to you, though. From coming to the cafeteria with your favourite juice in his hand to have lunch with you to calling out your name in the hallway that you pretended to not hear because you had “earphones” on, he tried everything. But it wasn’t helping him, cause you found every excuse to pretend like he didn’t exist before you. Heck, you didn’t even know his answer to that proposal but the dreadful gossips of your classmates shipping them and swooning over the confession made you feel so sick that you couldn’t help but react this way.

“Y/n! Wait!” You hear a familiar soothing voice call out to you as you walk back home alone from your tiring day at college after the sun has set. “Don’t ignore me hey?” Jungwon yells out now, panting after you and finally grabbing your bag to halt you.

“Atleast tell me what I’ve done wrong, my y/n.” He says in a soft apologetic voice and the way he addresses you as “my.” makes you gulp immediately. Although it was a casual way your best friend and you addressed eachother whenever you were mad, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies of love swarm back inside your stomach again. You were in love with yang jungwon, and everyday you were reminded of this warped reality.

“..Nothing happened jungwon. I just don’t feel good.” You brush his hand aside saying so, locking eyes with him in the process. His calm, starry eyes and perfectly carved angelic face making you gulp from familiar surge of feelings crawling back inside your throat. Yang jungwon was the epitome of comfort in your life ever since he stepped in it. His caring nature, gentle voice, selfless personality and his dimpled smile won your heart in seconds since the first day you’ve seen him. And your love obviously deepened from the amount of times you spent with him as your best friend. Cause it was impossible to spend everyday with him, without wishing to permanently make him your everyday, every second and every lifetime.

For the last three years, you guys have gone through the highs and lows together. Amusement park dates, laughing at endless inner jokes, sneaking out together to take midnight strolls and pulling pranks on classmates, watching a parade of movies together, doing assignments at eachother’s homes and being one another’s constant support system. You couldn’t help it if one day your heart started yearning for more of that touch to linger on your skin, more of that face closer to yours, more of that voice ringing and reverberating inside every cell of your damn body.

your conscience is brought back to reality from your magical time dreaming when you get shivers from feeling his finger brush against yours. You forgot for a split second that the boy you were dreaming about was right beside you and now, he was scanning your fingers with his.

“You’re so cold y/n.” Jungwon whispers gently before intertwining his hands with yours in the empty streets. His hands were warm and big, and made yours feel so incredibly warm and comfortable.

Before you could protest and take out your hands, he turns you around in his direction, pulling you closer to his chest whilst your hands were still locked. His hazy and admiration filled gaze scans your eyes and face and he begins to redraw one of his hands to take off his jacket for you.

“You know how much you mean to me. So please don’t ignore me cause no matter how cheesy it sounds..you’re the one..person in this world I can’t be without.” The boy before you stutters with rosy cheeks, as he drapes his jacket over you to keep you warm. His jacket smelled strongly of vanilla and sweetness, just like his presence and closeness right now.

“But..you’re gonna be cold too.” You say concerned, to which he-

scoots in closer to your body, giggling and lacing his arms around your waist underneath the jacket and pressing your bodies together with a half suppressed laughter.

“This way we’re both gonna be warm, ey?” he chuckles cutely.

Damn. That laughter was so beautiful you could swear you just fell in love with him even harder.

Now that there was only centimetres apart between your faces, you could feel his paced breaths landing on your cheeks and heating you up from within. Your heart was pounding abnormally loud against your ribcage and overcome by the temptation and longing for him that you were fighting back all these years, you lift your hands up to cup his cheek. Maybe tonight, with one move you would end your life in seconds or maybe you’d fix it well forever, but right now you were willing to risk it all because you couldn’t think straight anyway.

Beginning to trace your fingers against his jaw, your breath hitches even more from the way you feel him twitch wherever your touch lands. Your thumb caresses his chin and finally, you stop it on his soft lips and stroke the sensitive area.

“There’s another place that feels cold jungwon.” you confess, bringing that same finger now to your lips, indicating it to the boy standing before you to tempt him and pass your request.

Jungwon freezes momentarily with wide eyes in disbelief at first. But soon, he gives you the shyest smile you’ve ever seen before proceeding to reassure you rather smugly.

“Mhm I think I’ve been dying to help that.”

And with that, those plush, soft lips of his come crashing down to yours. You part your lips in anticipation, and within a second he intertwines his lips with yours and starts tasting your addicting sweetness. Tilting his face and stroking your back before pressing you inwards towards him, he sucks your sugary lips as you wrap your hands around his neck to feel him deeply and passionately. He kisses you again and again, cupping your jaw and tracing your neck with his fingers delicately, momentarily looking into your eyes admiringly before going back to drench you in his mouth once again.

If you had any fear or misconception left, all of it dissolved with his saliva on your lips. You knew with the fierce and desperate yet calm way he kissed you, just how much he wanted and loved you back.

———-

After many rounds of kissing eachother in that empty chilly street, keeping the night sky stars as witness, he lifts you up on his back to give you a piggy back ride home. You guys both laugh at your shared moments of intimacy a few minutes ago, but his ears were still red from the dizzying impact.

It was crazy how he could be so weakly shy and so strongly romantic within the span of a simple second.

“Ooooh look at the calm and composed leader being so shy right now. If only our classmates would see this lovesick side of you huh.” You tease him while being on his back, pecking his ears and neck lightly to watch him shiver and chuckle mischievously against his skin.

“..stop..y/n. Or else I’m really dropping you.” He tries to threaten you but ends up in a defeated laughter and tickles your leg that was wrapped around his torso.

You spend the rest of the way, laughing and being goofy, kissing him some more on his cheek and making fun of him and at the end both of you hum slow love songs together like young and heartfelt teenagers experiencing true and wild love for the first time.

♪” You came into my life with no warning. Like a flash of light, and I was doing fine but as you came in, I watch my future rewrite. It's just you and me. With the world beneath our feet, we can see for miles up here, we can go wild up here, It's just me and you. See, I like you a lot. You make me buzz like an astronaut. These feels I can't shake off, I'm in your orbit and I will never drop. It’s just me and you with the world beneath our feet.” ♪

—————

After fifteen long minutes, you finally reach home and as soon as you close the door behind you, jungwon sweeps you off your feet and carries you all princess style on his arms while giving you a playful grin.

“I think we have scores from before to settle y/n, don’t you think love?” He teases, now dashing towards your bedroom and spinning you in circles to make you dizzy and laugh some more at your helplessness.

But the moment you reach infront of your bed, before he can drop you he trips from your continuous movements and you fall right into the bed. Him on top of you, you on bottom under his sturdy cover and your foreheads bang with eachother in a loud snap.

“Ow owh owh JUNGWON!!” You whine squealing in both excitement and pain simultaneously.

“Oh no. I can fix your pain tho.” He tries to flirt (but obviously fails bc he’s too cute to flirt) and immediately begins kissing your forehead gently. He tucks the loose strands of hair behind your ear dotingly and now presses your forehead together and closes his eyes, the move that you involuntarily follow.

“I love you y/n. I love you as my best friend and now..I love you more as my girlfriend.” He chuckles but keeps a serious tone and you feel every bit of his genuine love echo inside your body and send shivers down your spine.

“I love you more yang jungwon.” You whisper, lifting his face up and looking inside his sparkling eyes, etching into them your confessions that bear no lies. His skin was your canvas and your kisses were art, and now? You knew you needed to use the brush, your lips to depict your painting of your fairytale love.

You connect your lips with those sweet and cushion-like lips of his, tasting his sugary mouth and letting yourself drown entirely in the way he felt and tasted. Intoxicating like wine, syrupy as honey, pleasant like summer breeze and addicting like drug. You feel your senses alight like fireworks the moment his wet lips trace down from your lips to your cheek and neck, as he begins sucking and kissing all the sensitive areas of your collarbone and shoulders.

Jungwon only stops when he hears you gasp and that’s exactly when he looks up at you and connects his gaze with your dreamy one.

“Yang jungwon. If only you knew how much I loved you all this while.” You confess, caressing the mole above his jaw.

“And if only you knew how much it was reciprocated.” He smiles adoringly pressing a gentle peck on your lips.

But as a response instead of your words, you part your lips again to let his in and you drown yourself in his taste again. And this time..your whole body shivers as you feel his tongue slide inside your mouth and his hands hovering above your waist and tracing your bare flesh underneath the material of your cloth. You pull him closer on top of you and now, he presses your wrists against the pillow above your head as he explores deep inside your mouth and claims each spot as his own with his intoxicating tongue.

Maybe tomorrow you were gonna walk up to the college as his girlfriend and get to know from your classmates how jungwon had rejected the girl yesterday and already told her how much he loved you and had only eyes for you. But right now, there was nothing more you wanted to feel than him kissing you..everywhere.

Yang jungwon really made you feel everything. Comfort, love, happiness, peace, promise and most of all..magic. And right now you knew there was no one else in this world who could make you feel this loved and appreciated other than him.

And right now, you knew there was nothing in this world you wanted to feel and kiss other than,

Those sweet and promising,

love dripping and addicting,

cherry lips of his. 💋

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🄰/🄽: 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! ^_^ 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌/𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 & 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌! <𝟥

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Where It Began and Where It Went Part Two

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The wedding was set a little under a year before Jason would move on to his residency. Something that excited all of the involved parties. Especially Alfred. Not only was his grandson getting married, but the boy was also almost through medical school. An incredible feat, one that he never thought he’d be able to celebrate with him. Not after losing him so many years ago. Reconnecting with Jason had been one of the happiest moments of Alfred’s life, and quickly became part of his weekly routine. Unwilling to take up the time that Master Damian had set aside for his pseudo siblings, Alfred had requested his own time to call the couple. Or, more specifically, Jason. But throughout their calls, he’d also grown fond of the young woman who had saved his grandson without a second thought. And he treasured their calls and time together. Even if he had to hide them from Bruce.

“Pennyworth. Are you prepared for the trip?” His youngest charge asks, an almost tangible thrum of excitement on the boy as he walks into the kitchen. Alfred nods, a small smile falling onto his face.

“Of course, Master Damian. I do believe your sister and her fiance have waited long enough for this day.” He says. The corners of Damian’s mouth twitch up slightly, his eyes lighting up with some memory.

“I believe they’ve been waiting for it since the day she arrived at the League.” He says, not surprising Alfred at all. He knew that the woman had some vigilante tendencies (how else would she know Damian), but he also knew that those weren’t the core of her being. No, Marinette was much more complicated than that. She was far kinder than that.

“Hey Baby bird, what’s with the suitcase sitting outside your room?” Master Dick asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Damian rolls his eyes and Alfred resists the urge to reprimand the boy, since he too understood his frustration.

“Pennyworth and I are going to France. I have been talking about this for ages, Richard.” The boy says with a slight huff. Dick frowns at the youngest member of the family before turning to him.

“What’s in France, Alfred?” He asks.

“Some dear friends of mine. Master Damian and I stayed with them for a week around a year ago, remember?” Alfred says. Not lying, but not saying the whole truth. He obviously wished that Jason was comfortable enough to tell the rest of the family that he was alive. Wished that he could sweep up the boy, and Marinette, and bring them back to Gotham with him. But he also knew that to do anything like that would mean losing the trust that Jason had placed in him. And Jason was unlikely to forgive something like that. Alfred wasn’t willing to take the chance. Maybe he could try to convince the young man later on. But for now, he was content with how things were.

---

Marinette smiles widely as the music begins and everyone stands. Her papa has her arm, leading her down the aisle, but all she can focus on is Jason and his infectious smile. Standing next to him was Damian and Alfred. And although most wouldn’t be able to tell, Marinette could tell that both were beyond happy. The music swells as her papa passes her on, giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. As the music fades, Marinette lets Jason hold onto her hands, his presence grounding her as the people in the room fade away and she sees only him.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to bear witness to the love that these two share for each other. Jason and Marinette have both written vows.” The priest says, taking a step back and gesturing for Jason to begin.

“When I was younger, I didn’t believe in love. I certainly didn’t believe in soulmates. And I never thought that a simple pen pal assignment would turn into the best thing to ever happen to me.” Jason begins, gazing into her eyes. “When I was fifteen, I lost contact with Marinette. It was the hardest year of my life. Filled with self doubt and self hatred. I was mad at the world. And then she walked in, and everything brightened again. The world wasn’t bad. It was beautiful. Because she was there. But just because we had each other back, doesn’t mean that everything was magically okay. I still struggled then, and sometimes I struggle now. But Marinette is always there to help me. To pull me from that dark place and remind me why this life is worth living. I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. And I’ll love you until my heart stops beating, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then too. In a world full of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling.” Jason reaches up and gently brushes a tear away from Marinette’s eyes. She laughs lightly, shaking her head.

“You, Jason Todd, will never cease to amaze me. The year we fell out of contact, I felt lost. I missed my best friend. And when I heard your voice, calling my name, it’s like the missing puzzle piece fell into place. There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing moment. And in that moment, I fell in love with you. Every day, I fall in love with you and every day I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have someone that I love so much, love me back. When our time on earth is over, I’m certain our souls will find each other. Because we were meant to be.” Marinette says. Jason smiles and cups her cheek. Before he can lean in, though, the priest clears his throat.

“Just a moment, you two.” He says, the humor clear in his voice. Marinette feels her face flush red as the guests all chuckle softly. “Damian, the rings.” The priest adds. Marinette glances at her little brother and smiles at him as he passes the rings to the priest, the slight puff of his chest letting her know that he was proud of being asked to do this job. He passes her ring to Jason, and Jason’s ring to her. “Repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.”

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Jason says, his eyes locked on hers as he slides the ring onto her finger.

“Marinette.” The priest says. “With this ring, I thee wed.”

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Marinette says, sliding Jason’s ring onto his finger.

“By the power vested in me by the Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The priest declares. The applause is thunderous as Jason leans down and kisses Marinette. Her breath catches slightly, a wave of love washing over her. They’d both gone through so much to get here. To their happily ever after. But it was worth it. Marinette smiles into the kiss. It was definitely worth it.

---

Tim Drake didn’t like not being in the know. And as much as Bruce had told him to leave it, he couldn’t help but try and figure out who Damian and Alfred called all the time. Both called someone every week. Not that that was suspicious, but he was pretty sure they were both calling the same person. Or the same people. He’d tried to snoop before, but Bruce had caught him and lectured him about privacy. But Tim was pretty sure it was only because Alfred had given Bruce the same lecture days before because of the same thing. But it had been going on for far too long. When Alfred and Damian had returned from their trip eight months ago, both had been in unusually high spirits. Especially Damian. He’d even caught the Gremlin smiling at his phone. Smiling! He’d had almost all he could take with the suspense. So he’d planted a bug in the kid’s room. Sure, not the nicest thing, but he’d remove it after the phone call that he knew was coming. It was Thursday after all. Excusing himself from dinner, he makes his way to his room and locks his door before slipping his headphones on. It wasn’t a big deal, spying on the kid. He was just curious. After all, it’s not every day the kid was actually happy about something.

“May I ask why you asked me to join you, Master Damian?” Alfred asks, making Tim blink. That’s odd. Usually Alfred’s phone call was on Sunday.

“They have news about the residency and wanted to give it to both of us at the same time.” Damian says. Tim hums in thought. Medical residency, maybe? The sound of a facetime call request echoes in his ears and Tim curses silently. Why hadn’t he thought to set up video feed too? Oh well, too late now.

“Dames! Alfred! Good to see you.” A woman’s voice says happily.

“Dupain-Cheng, pleasure as always.” Damian says, his tone much softer than Tim had ever heard it before. The woman laughs.

“Dames, it’s Todd now. Has been for almost a year.” She says. Damian huffs.

“Well I can’t call both of you Todd.” He points out. An unfamiliar man laughs.

“Just call her sister, kid. We both know you’re thinking it.” The man says. Tim doesn’t know what he expects. Maybe a scoff? Maybe a threat aimed at the man? He definitely doesn’t expect Damian to sigh and say:

“Sister, do control your heathen husband.” Tim blinks. Was this woman actually Damian’s sister? It was possible, wasn’t it? After all, Bruce had known Talia Al Ghul for years before Damian was born.

“Holy shit.” Tim says softly. Bruce had another kid. Tuning back into the conversation, he hears Alfred laugh lightly.

“That’s wonderful, my boy. I know that any office or hospital that has you will be lucky.” Alfred says, a fondness in his voice usually reserved for the Waynes. There’s silence for a few moments, and Tim worries his bug has been discovered. “Are you alright?” Alfred asks.

“Course we are Alfie. We just have some more news.” The man says.

“What news?” Damian asks. Tim leans forward in his seat, eager to hear the news too.

“You’re gonna be an Uncle, Damian.” The woman says. Tim’s eyes widen. Holy shit. Bruce was gonna be a grandpa? He frowns as he tries to figure out the Gremlin’s reaction. He was certain the kid would be pissed. He wasn’t the type to willingly share someone’s affection.

“I- an Uncle?” Damian says softly.

“You okay, kid?” The man asks gently. Tim waits for Damian to yell at the man. For his anger to explode out like it so often did.

“I will protect the baby with my life.” Damian declares, and Tim’s glad he doesn’t have any coffee in his mouth, because he definitely would have done a spit take. He was….not expecting that.

“Is there anything that I can do for either of you? Anything that either of you, or the baby, need?” Alfred asks. The woman laughs.

“Only for you to visit once they’re born. They’re your great grandchild after all.” She says. Tim rips the headphones off and stares at them, slightly in shock. So this girl knows Alfred, and is Damian’s sister- does Bruce know? Surely he does, right? But then, why wouldn’t Bruce be involved in the call? Mind swimming, Tim decides he has to say something to Bruce. But first, he grabs his laptop and starts tracing the call from Damian’s phone. Not ethical, and the brat would be pissed if he ever found out, but Tim had to know where this girl was before he went to B. He needed all of the information he could get. Locking the location down to Paris, France, Tim nods. Time to confront Bruce. He checks his study quickly, before rushing down to the cave. It wasn’t his night to patrol, so he needed to try and catch B before he left.

“B!” He calls, spotting his father figure starting to move away from the Batcomputer.

“Tim? Everything okay?” He asks. Tim frowns.

“I’m not sure. Did you know that you have another kid?” He asks. Bruce’s jaw twitches, his slightly widening eyes answering Tim’s question.

“How?” Bruce asks, his voice gruff as he obviously tries to suppress his emotions. Tim shrugs.

“I don’t know how you have another kid, I just know that I was suspicious of the Gremlin’s phone calls. And the fact that Alfred seemed to be in on it. So I planted a bug in the kid’s room-”

“Tim! You can’t just-”

“I know, okay! I know it was wrong, but I also think the end justifies the means. Anyway, having a daughter isn’t the biggest thing.” Tim says. Bruce stops, his face going blank.

“I- I have a daughter?” He says, his voice barely audible. Tim nods rapidly.

“Not only that, but you’re gonna be a grandpa.” He says. Bruce’s eyes widen, unable to keep the shock off his face this time.

“I’m- what?” He asks incredulously. Tim nods.

“I don’t have much more, besides the fact that she is currently in Paris, France. Sounds like she lives there. Her husband is starting his residency for med school soon.” Tim adds. Bruce’s face falls into a slight frown.

“I’ve missed so much.” He says. Tim winces, feeling bad for his father figure. He knew that the man tried his best, despite his faults. Of which there were many.

“But you don’t have to miss any more. Damian and Alfred both know her. I’m sure you could, too.” Tim says. Bruce nods slowly, his mind clearly forming a plan.

“What does your schedule look like next week?” He asks. Tim shrugs. Bruce nods. “We’re going to Paris.”

---

“We’re coming to Paris.” Damian says with a sigh. Marinette blinks, confused why her little brother looked so dejected at the news.

“And why do you look like someone kicked Titus?” She asks. Damian winces and glances at Jason.

“C’mon kid, whatever it is that’s bothering you-”

“Father, Richard and Drake are coming too.” He says flatly. Jason flinches and Marinette’s eyes widen slightly, turning to her husband. Quietly, she grabs his hand and holds it gently, rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

“Why?” Jason finally asks. Damian huffs.

“Seems Drake put a bug in my room before our last phone call. Somehow, the Disappointment misunderstood things and believes that Marinette is my biological sister and that Father is her father as well. Father, though he hasn’t said anything to me or Pennyworth directly, is determined to meet his ‘long lost daughter and future grandchild’.” Damian scowls. Marinette glances at Jason, worried as he freezes slightly before letting out a long breath.

“Let them come.” He says. Marinette’s jaw drops slightly and Damian inhales sharply. Jason shrugs, a tired smile on his face. “I’m not saying that I’m gonna run at the old man and ask to be part of the family again. But once he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t give up. I’m not relocating my family and life just to keep B from finding out I’m alive.”

“So will you…reach out?” Damian asks slowly. Jason snorts and shakes his head.

“No, I won’t be doing that. Just keep us updated on where they are and maybe you and Mari can meet up. She can tell B that it’s all a misunderstanding and they never have to know I’m here.” He says. Damian purses his lips, but nods.

“It could work.” He concedes. Jason grins.

“Course it could. It’s my idea, after all.” He says. Marinette snorts.

“I love you.” She teases, shaking her head lightly. Everything would be okay.

---

Walking out of the small book store, Marinette grunts slightly as she runs into someone. Immediately apologizing, she freezes as soon as she looks up.

“Dames.” She says, glancing behind the boy and spotting a man a few years older than her and Jason practically vibrating with excitement. “I’ve gotta-” She glances back towards the book store. Jason was in there. She couldn’t let him walk out here not knowing who was out here. She quickly sends him a text and hopes that the time she’d spent with Tikki ever since Master Fu left the box with her two weeks ago (he was on vacation with Marianne) was enough to push luck onto their side.

“Are you okay?” Damian asks, his eyes immediately traveling to her small bump. Marinette nods, giving him a small smile.

“You’re so tall, Minou.” She says, trying to push back the tears. Sure, she’d seen him a year ago, but it had still been far too long for her liking. Plus she was pregnant, so her emotions were crazy. Damian’s face reddens slightly.

“Are you going to introduce us?” The man with Damian asks, obviously trying (and failing) to hide a smile. Marinette smiles at the man, despite the anxiety pooling in her stomach.

“I’m Marinette.” She says, omitting her last name in the hopes that Jason would, for once, look at his phone in public and wouldn’t have to reunite with anyone today.

“I’m Dick Grayson, Damian’s older brother.” The man says, and Marinette is hit with a wave of nostalgia. Countless letters from Jason, talking about how cool his older brother was, even if he didn’t always seem to like him. How much he wanted to be like him one day and fill his shoes. Hours of Jason crying to her, wondering why he hadn’t been enough for Bruce and Dick. Wondering why Dick never wanted to spend time with him when it was obvious the man adored Damian and Tim. It makes her stomach roll.

“Oh. Well, it’s nice to meet you. I just realized I forgot something in the-” She starts, moving back towards the door of the store, only for Jason to walk out and freeze. Merde. Dick’s eyes widen, the shock clear on his face.

“Way to go Todd.” Damian mutters, sounding annoyed, but Marinette can read him better than most people. The worry on his face was clear as day to her.

“Jason?” Dick breathes out, his voice hollow. Jason turns to her, the panic clear on his face. She grabs his hand and holds tightly. He shifts slightly, and the small movement is enough for Marinette to know- they’re about to run. They didn’t have to run far though. Just far enough to activate a portal with Kaalki.

“Now.” He says softly, before turning and sprinting. Marinette, somehow, manages to stay right at his side. Vaguely, she hears Dick call after them before groaning. Knowing Damian, he tackled the older man to keep him from following them. That was not how Marinette expected her day to go.

---

“B, I swear to god, I haven’t lost it. Ask Damian!” Dick yells, his frustration bubbling to the surface easily. The day hadn’t gone how he’d expected at all. Especially after running into B’s elusive daughter. But that wasn’t what he was stuck on. No, he was stuck on seeing his dead little brother walking around, very much alive and grown up. And apparently married to Bruce’s daughter.

“Damian?” Bruce says with a sigh. Dick turns to him, he’d clear everything up. He was there too! Damian glances at him before turning to B.

“I believe Richard requires rest, Father. He’s clearly exhausted.” Damian says flatly. Dick’s jaw drops.

“Dami-” He starts, but Bruce cuts him off.

“Enough, Dick. Why don’t you go relax. Tim and I are going to go check out the Dupain-Cheng bakery, since that’s the only information we have about my daughter. Unless you want to tell us something, Damian.” Bruce says, turning his gaze to the youngest Wayne. Damian shakes his head.

“Tt. I will not break her trust like that. Especially since you believe nothing I say anyway.” He says, crossing his arms childishly, a move that was bizarre in Dick’s eyes.

“Very well. Tim, let’s go.” Bruce says, walking out with Tim following. The second the two are gone, Dick turns to Damian and glares at him.

“What was that about? I know you saw him too. He’s married to your sister, isn’t he?” He asks. Damian purses his lips and glances down at his phone, typing something before stopping. His phone chirps softly before Damian sighs and sets it down.

“Yes, he is.” He says. Dick falters slightly. It wasn’t just a coincidence or trick of the light.

“That- it’s really Jason?” He asks quietly, afraid that his voice would break if he spoke much louder. Damian nods sharply.

“Yes, but you cannot tell Father.” He says. Dick frowns.

“But, why? I can’t just-” Dick starts to say, but Damian cuts him off.

“If you cannot agree to control yourself and to keep this a secret, I cannot tell you more.” He says firmly. Dick sucks in a breath. He had to tell B, right? He briefly remembers how distant B was when Jason died. How distraught he’d been. But he also remembers how B’d let Jason’s funeral happen while he was off-world. How Dick hadn’t even known about his younger brother’s death until after the funeral had happened. As much as he cared about B, he couldn’t give up the chance to know about Jason again. To hear about the life he’d thought his brother would never have.

“I won’t say anything, just- please tell me about Jason.” Dick says quietly. Damian nods, and as he speaks, Dick’s heart swells with pride. His little brother had accomplished so much, had lived so much. He was proud of him. He wished he could tell him how proud he was.

---

A knock on their apartment door makes Jason tense immediately. Marinette squeezes his hand gently.

“I’ll get it.” She says softly. While the Waynes were in Paris, it was definitely in his best interest for her to answer the door. Opening the door slightly, she grins at Alfred before stepping to the side and letting him in.

“My dear, you are simply glowing.” He says and she grins.

“Thanks Alfie.” She says. The older man’s attention immediately drifts to Jason and his jaw clenches.

“Who did you see?” He asks softly. Marinette sighs.

“Dick and Damian.” She whispers back. The man nods before walking over and sitting on the couch next to her distraught husband.

“Am I a bad person, Alfie?” Jason asks quietly. Alfred shakes his head immediately.

“Of course not my boy.” He says. Jason lets out a shaky breath.

“I didn’t tell them I was alive. I’ve let them grieve me for years, but I’m here.” Jason says. Alfred lets out a slow breath.

“I care for Bruce as if he were my own, and while I would love nothing more than for the entire family to be together, I also understand it wasn’t what you needed. You have flourished in Paris, Jason. Far more than you would have in Gotham. Living a life that you enjoy in a city without memories that cause you pain does not make you a bad person, Jason.” Alfred says, his voice steady. Jason sniffles slightly, reminding Marinette of when they were still teenagers and he’d cry about missing Bruce and Alfred and Dick.

“I’m not ready to talk to Bruce.” He says simply. Alfred nods, and Marinette lets out a small sigh, knowing where he was going with this. Despite the hurt he’d felt for years, Dick was still his brother. And she respected that, she just didn’t want to see him hurt. “Do you think Dick would want to talk to me?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” Alfred says. Jason glances at her, and Marinette smiles.

“I will support you in whatever you decide to do.” She says. Jason nods, picking up his phone.

“Hey Dames, I have a favor to ask.”

---

Jason Todd had built a life for himself with the help of the love of his life and a fake identity given to him by Talia Al Ghul. He’d spent years convincing himself that he was enough, that even though his adoptive dad hadn’t avenged him, that his life still meant something. He still struggled believing that some days. But he was trying. And he was healing, really he was. But seeing his older brother stare at him in shock before running from him? It’d stuck to him. Which is why he’d asked his little brother to bring Dick over to the apartment. A request he was starting to regret as he paced the length of the living room, trying hard not to panic.

“Mon amour, please, breathe.” Marinette says softly, intercepting his pace to lay a gentle hand on his arm. Jason nods and lets out a shaky breath before pulling his wife into a hug. He needed to ground himself. To remind himself that he was an adult too, not a kid who would run scared. A sharp knock on the door makes him immediately grab Marinette’s hand. Alfred glances at them for permission before stepping and opening the door.

“Pennyworth. Where’s my sister and her husband?” Damian’s voice rings out, making Jason relax.

“In here, squirt.” He calls out. Alfred steps to the side, letting Damian, and Dick, inside. Jason nods at Dick before turning to Damian. “Your old man follow you?” He asks. He wouldn’t put it past Bruce. Damian shakes his head.

“Father went out to look for Marinette long before Richard and I received your invitation. I believe he is looking into the bakery as ‘Dupain-Cheng’ is the only information he has on her. Well, other than the pregnancy.” Damian says. Jason sighs, shaking his head.

“Does that Tim kid always jump to conclusions?” He asks, half directing his question to Dick. He’d long stopped getting angry every time the kid’s name was said. He was more…indifferent now. Dick clears his throat, and Jason blinks, surprised, at the tears in his older brother’s eyes.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah he does.” He says quietly. Jason takes in a deep breath, turning all of his attention on Dick. His older brother. A man he had once idolized.

“Hey Dick.” He says, trying to ignore the break in his own voice.

“I’m so sorry.” Spills out of Dick’s mouth, and before Jason can tell him that it’s okay, that it wasn’t his fault, Dick’s arms are wrapped around him in a tight hug. Jason lets go of his wife’s hand and hugs his brother back, deciding that he won’t mention Dick’s tears as long as Dick doesn’t mention his. They had a long way to go before they could be close again. And he wasn’t sure if he would ever talk to Bruce again, or form a relationship with Tim, but at least he had his big brother back.

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[sixeyesgojo]

dad time // Gojo day 2020 ♥

Summary: in which Gojo practically adopted you as his kid.

Pairing: Dad!Gojo and his kiddo, Shoko is the cool and drunk auntie

Word count: 1,252

Content warning: not for the weak heart because this is SOFT

A/N: I wrote and posted this on AO3 on Gojo day 2020. posting this for comfort after today’s chapter <3

Dad!Gojo will be a series (requested via AO3) and this is the kick-off of said series. More to come in the next few days as I slowly construct this blog. Let me know if you want to be included in a taglist or something - just shoot me a message!

If there was anything Gojo learned from this, it was that time passed quickly. Almost too quick for him. Not that he ever regretted saving you that day on the street.

-

It happened on one of his missions. He had been sent to exorcise this certain first grade curse in Nanami's stead. The latter had been injured severely in his previous mission. Nanami claimed that he was fine after having been healed by Shoko but the woman sternly insisted that he would rest for a day until he was completely fine again. For Gojo's favorite junior - whom he loved to the point that he wrote very short but endearing letters at least once a week - Gojo had agreed to take on the mission instead. After all, his students could fend for themselves for a day, as he believed in them.

The curse was nothing too special, at least not to Gojo. He had, once again, exorcised it in the blink of an eye after arriving in the nick of time. He was about to depart when his ears registered a whimper nearby. Turning around, he scanned the area until he caught a glimpse of a little shivering and crying mess that was you. Behind you were two charred corpses that reeked of cursed energy; you had been lucky to not have been hit by the curse's cursed technique.

Damn, hadn't he come so late, they two probably still be alive, Gojo thought. He let out a sigh and picked you up. "I'll bring you to a place where it's safe for you," he spoke softly, then warped away while carrying you as the curtain dissolved.

You were two years old at that time.

-

And so, three years passed, just like water flowing in a river. Though admittedly, he had an ulterior motive of raising you into a responsible adult - which had proven to be hard - and formidable Jujutsu Sorcerer to walk alongside him, Gojo had taken you under his wing and fully adapted to his role as a foster parent quite quickly. The beginning was a little rough as you just kept wailing and he was restless, not knowing what to do, but he had somehow managed. He had the means to do so, after all.

It was one of Gojo's rare days when he knew he would get off work earlier than usual and he promised that he would spend the whole day with you. So, here you were, waiting for your foster dad to come out. You were wearing a shirt he had gifted you as a souvenir after coming home after a long day: it was a black shirt with white lettering that said "if lost, return to the strongest dad". Gojo loved this shirt so much, he had gotten himself a matching "I'm the strongest dad" counterpart. Of course, you had it with you because you liked the idea of matching with your favorite person in the world.

Holding Shoko's hand while waiting for Gojo in front of the school building, you had been bugging her for the last 30 minutes by asking repeatedly, "When will daddy come, auntie?" to which she would reply with a smile, saying, "Patience, kiddo." Shoko had always played a big part in your life, being one of your dad's very few close friends. She had always been like an aunt to you and you loved her dearly. But your #1 and utmost favorite person in this world was still your childish dad.

"Auntie, my feet hurt," you pouted. Wordlessly, Shoko picked your small form up. Your little fist resting against her shoulders, holding Gojo's shirt.

After some more waiting, the door finally opened, revealing a certain white-haired sorcerer with a big grin on his face. "Ohh? Look who it is! It's my favorite little munchkin!" Gojo exclaimed and Shoko could almost see the happiness in him manifesting around him. He was as dorky as always. Your little fist held out the shirt to him as you pouted. He understood right away as he eyed you. Taking the shirt from you, he saluted with a joking voice, "As you wish!" With a snap of his finger, he was wearing the shirt already. His blindfold also switched with casual shades.

"Thanks for babysitting, Shoko," he turned to her and thanked his colleague and friend to which the said person replied, "It was a pleasure to hang out with Y/N, as usual." You kissed your beloved auntie on the cheek ("Goodbye auntie!!") before she let you down so you could take your rightful place, which was on Gojo's shoulders. He always carried you like this when the two of you spent time in town. It was a simple gesture but you always felt like you could conquer the world (or at least as far as you could see from up there).

"Where do you want to go, sweetie?" the sorcerer asked as he hoisted you onto his shoulders. "Dad, I want to go eat ice cream!!" you voiced your wish. Like dad, like kid, Gojo thought as he smiled. "I was thinking the same thing, Y/N! Wanna go to our usual place and get the special sundae with me?" he suggested. You nodded enthusiastically before realizing he probably would not see your nod. "Sure! But only if you don't gobble down all of my vanilla scoops again..." you said and puffed your cheeks.

"Aww, baby, I'm soooooo sorry. I acknowledge that it was, in fact, pretty mean of me but I reeeeeaaaaaally couldn't control myself last time," Gojo chuckled, "This time you'll get a biiiiig share of my part, okay? It's a promise."

The tall sorcerer treated the both of you to a big sundae of 20 scoops, which you shared, at your favorite ice cream parlor. As promised, he let you have a considerably big share of his part. Usually, kids would be satisfied with just that - but not you. You were Gojo's kid after all, taking very well after him and his horrible sweet tooth after all these years of being together with him - and he knew that well. This was exactly how following ice cream, the two of you happily spent time eating kikufuku, cotton candy, daifuku and the like. It truly is a miracle you haven't ended up with dental caries yet.

If there was anything Gojo loved in this world, it would be spoiling you rotten. He would stop at nothing to make you happy and carefree as these emotions being displayed on your face were his favorite. Seeing you smile never ceased to make his heart beat a little harder out of his own happiness. Talking about spoiling you rotten: on that day, he had bought you new clothes (since you started growing out of your old ones), a few new plushies you had eyed and restocked your secret candy stash ("but do not tell auntie Shoko about this, okay?").

After spending a wonderful day and enjoying dinner with your dad, the two of you went home hand in hand.

Later on, he tucked you into bed as it was time for you to sleep. "Dad, thanks for today. I love you," you said and he replied with a kiss on your cheek and a chuckle, "I know, I love myself too." You rolled your eyes.

The Jujutsu world may fear this man but to you, he was just your dorky dad whom you loved more than any other person in this world.

[simpingforsoftboys]

Not Everyone Gets A Happily Ever After

ft. Iwaoi, Atsumu Miya

!Gender Neutral Reader!

Pt 2 to this

*Male readers just pretend that you and Tsumu have a mix of female and male friends each who can be both groomsmen and bridesmaids 

Anon thank you for requesting- I live for angst and this was super fun to write- even if I cried while doing so. IwaOi is my comfort ship but they’re not perfect. People make mistakes- in life, love, and everything and anything in between. Sometimes they repeat those mistakes, other times they learn from them, either way everything happens for a reason and sometimes it’s for the better. Unfortunately, not everyone winds up happy with the results- and that’s okay. 

Also I kind of made it into a song fic (listen to Sign of the Times by Harry Styles while you read)!

Just stop your crying

Hajime and Toru were sitting in the second row on your side of the aisle, pretending that they couldn’t feel the sharp gazes from your family and friends. They had some nerve showing up to your wedding, despite being invited, especially after spending five or so years treating you like an outsider in your own relationship. The reception itself hadn’t yet started, Atsumu had just stepped onto stage- his twin right beside him as the best man.

It's a sign of the times

Atsumu was looking incredibly dapper in his midnight blue suit, his blonde hair combed perfectly to the side. He looked incredibly anxious, whispering to his brother if he looked alright. Hajime thought it was a stupid question- obviously he looked great- but then again he supposed he would have done the same, had he been in Atsumu’s shoes.

Welcome to the final show

Toru’s gaze flitted to the front row where your parents and close friends were sitting. Some were commenting on his and Hajime’s choice to attend the wedding still, but it was your mother’s words that surprised him.

“I’m glad it’s Atsumu (s)he’s marrying, he’ll treat them right.” That woman had been like his aunty since childhood, hearing her say that caused another crack in his heart.

Hope you're wearing your best clothes

His suit’s collar felt like it was strangling him, Hajime reached up to loosen it slightly. Despite doing so, he still found that he had trouble breathing.

You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky

The trainer wondered if he and Toru would go to hell for breaking your heart- only to mend it again with false promises, for telling you that they loved you when it had been lust the whole time.

You look pretty good down here

Maybe they were already damned to an eternity in hell. 

But you ain't really good 

They were good liars- him and Toru- maybe that’s why they were able to lie to you, to themselves, and to each other. Lied about their true feelings, convinced themselves it was lust and not love. 

If we never learned, we been here before

It felt familiar, Toru thought, being here, like when he got invited to weddings in the past and he’d only bring Hajime as his plus one. 

“You wouldn’t enjoy it Y/n- so I’ll just bring Haji okay? We’ll be back in no time- I promise!” The brunette had told you mournfully, as if they weren’t going to be staying in the Bahama’s for a week in order to attend a wedding. Now that he thinks about it, all the fees were covered- they totally could have brought you if they wanted.

Why are we always stuck and running from

He pretended he didn’t hear the hitch of your breath once his back was turned to you, not wanting to deal with your water works. 

‘It’s fine,’ he had told himself, ‘(s)he’s just being dramatic.’ It’s not like it was the first time they’ve gone without Y/n after all. 

The bullets

The bullets

We never learned, we’ve been here before

Yes, it was a familiar sight. Sitting together side by side in a wedding venue, awaiting the arrival of the bride/groom. Yet, there was a stark difference this time. This wedding wasn’t for just some coworker or old friend, this was your wedding. 

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets

The bullets

Just stop your crying

Someone squeezed his hand- it was Hajime- his normally piercing olive green eyes were cloudy with unshed tears. They hadn’t even laid eyes on you yet and the two of them were already ready to start sobbing. Semi Eita- who had been one of your close friends in high school- gave them a judgmental look.

It's a sign of the times

‘Why are you two crying? You had plenty of chances before now. Get over it.’ His fiery gaze told them, it was then directed elsewhere- since the music had started and the groomsmen and bridesmaids began streaming down the aisle. It was a little later than usual, apparently there had been an issue with the flower girl- so they had the wedding party wait a moment.

We gotta get away from here

We gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying

Others were tearing up all around them, but Hajime and Toru remained ignorant to them. The ring bearer- a little boy- they recognized him as your siblings youngest son, since they had accompanied you to see him be born. The kid was about six or seven now, and he was every bit as charming as you were.

It will be alright

He strode down the aisle proudly, chin raised in a way that reminded them of you. When you were feeling particularly stubborn or prideful, you would raise your chin just like that. 

They told me that the end is near

Next up was the flower girl- or flower girls. Hajime didn’t recognize them whatsoever, they must have been around your nephews age. It was likely that they were from Atsumu’s side of the family. The girls scattered white rose petals down the aisle, it was a magical sight- watching them flutter to the ground. 

We gotta get away from here

They had been expecting this moment, ever since they agreed to attend the wedding.

Just stop crying

To his right, he heard Toru stifle a sob. 

Have the time of your life

It was you. Hajime couldn’t remember when he last saw that smile on your face. You were donned in white, smiling from ear to ear- hair done perfectly, eyes tearing up- but for a different reason from them. You were happy. Excited. Today was the day, not sparing them a glance, the only person who mattered to you was at the end of the aisle, waiting for you to join him. 

Breaking through the atmosphere

Taking a step onto the raised platform, facing Atsumu, you let the tears fall. Unbeknownst to you, Toru and Hajime cried alongside you.

Things are pretty good from here

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Miya Atsumu and L/n Y/n in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Remember everything will be alright

Toru’s entire body tensed up. Hajime placed a firm hand on the setter’s thigh, preventing him from even considering objecting. Semi cast the two of them a evil look, promising violence should they dare to object.

We can meet again somewhere

 "Miya Atsumu and L/n Y/n, if it is your desire to take the vows which will legally unite you at this time, please respond, 'It is,’.”

Somewhere far away from here

Atsumu and you continue staring lovingly at one another, not even hesitating a second before saying “It is.”

If we never learned, we been here before

“Do you, Miya Atsumu, take L/n Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife/husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

The entire audience held their breath in anticipation- as if there were any reason to doubt his love for Y/n. Even Toru and Hajime couldn’t find it within them to wish he declined. Y/n deserved a loving husband- even if it was just one person- so long as he would dedicate himself to her/him entirely.

Why are we always stuck and running from

“Course I do.”

The bullets

Everyone’s gazes fell upon you.

The bullets

“Do you, L/n Y/n , take Atsumu Miya, to be your lawfully wedded husband? From this day forward, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

We never learned, we been here before

You’re wiping your tears away, that wide smile- Hajime realizes that in all his years of knowing you he has never seen you this happy- never slipping from your face. 

Why are we always stuck and running from

“I do.”

The bullets

The ring bearer comes up, shining rings placed a top the red, velvet pillow.

The bullets

Toru’s never hated red as much as he does now. Not even when he was playing desperately against Japan during the Olympics.

Just stop your crying

“Atsumu, please take the ring you have selected for Y/n. As you place it on her/his finger, repeat after me: 'With this ring, I thee wed.’”

It’s a sign of the times

Your groom picks up your shining gold and diamond wedding ring/band and delicately slips it on your ring finger. 

We gotta get away from here

“Y/n, I’ve been enraptured by yer beauty since the first time I saw ya. Even before I fell for ya I’ve always admired how kind hearted and understandin’ ya were. There’s not enough words t’ capture or explain my love for ya. So I want to spend the rest of my life tryin. Yer it for me Y/n... so I can say without a second thought. With this ring, I thee wed.” He murmurs, salty tears spill from his eyes. He’s finally going to get the s/o of his dreams, he realizes. 

We gotta get away from here

Hajime and Toru hold onto each other with vice like grips. They realize it too. There’s no do overs.

Just stop your crying

“Y/n, please take the ring you have selected for Atsumu. As you place it on his finger, repeat after me: 'With this ring, I thee wed.’”

It will be alright

Your hand reaches for the single wedding band still resting on the pillow. It shines brilliantly between your fingers. 

They told me that the end is near

“Atsumu, you’ve been there for me time and time again. You lifted me off the ground when I was broken, kissed my tears away from my eyes, and helped me learn how to love again. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst and loved me through it all. And it’s with complete faith and love that I say this. With this ring, I thee wed.” Atsumu’s wedding band matches yours, and slides on his finger perfectly.

We gotta get away from here

If we never learned, we been here before

The vows had been short but sweet. Toru would have been able to recite a whole paper- had he stood in Atsumu’s shoes. 

Why are we always stuck and running from

“Seeing as the two of you have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, by authority vested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife/husband. You may kiss your bride/groom!”

The bullets

But he’s not in Atsumu’s shoes.

The bullets

You yank Atsumu down and press a passionate kiss to his lips, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He reciprocates immediately- all tongue and open mouthed. Neither of you pay any mind to the fact that everyone is watching you make out. All you see is each other. 

We never learned, we’ve been here before

Neither is Hajime. 

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets

The bullets

There’s no second chances.

We don't talk enough

No talking it over.

We should open up

You weren’t L/n Y/n any longer.

Before it's all too much

You’re now Miya Y/n.

Will we ever learn?

Devoted to and utterly in love with Miya Atsumu.

We've been here before

Is this what it had been like for you?

It's just what we know

Watching the two of them be so in love- eyes locked on each other- with no care in the world about who was watching.

Stop your crying baby

About who they were hurting.

It's a sign of the times

They didn’t even get the chance to ask why you did it- why you stuck around for so long and loved them, despite them not feeling the same. 

Now they never would get that chance again.

We gotta get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to, we got to

We got to, we got to

We got to, we got to

[housamo-side-blog-2]

Sick Day

{Harumo’s room}

The Sun rises to the world of Tokyo,dark areas illuminated, the greens and living beings, everyone in the world of the unknown,And speaking of unknown, in one of the dorms rooms of Shinjuku Academy lies a young chubby boy with hundreds of simps [literally] lay dormant in his room resting from all the fighting and all nighters they do because everyday is a new huge event for him, The curtains sway lightly as the wind  passes through,the room begins to bring color as the rising run brings joy to some individuals, There the chubby hero name Harumo covered in blankets still asleep even though he was about to be late for his classes starting right........now..

Lil Salomon: Wakey-wakey master its time to get up, You’re going to be late for school again.....Master?

Your forevor close buddy familiar attempts to wake you up,however you appear  unresponsive to his pleas. But something about your silence begins to worry him.

Lil Salomon: Master!,Master!,Wake up!

Attempting to wake you up again in a panic state,circling around your blankets shaking any area to atleast make you twitch,however it doesn’t work.. This only made your butler more worried,because of the fact he can’t be seen by other people and only you can see him, he cannot go to your classmates for aid as well as his father Mr Mononobe whom can see Salomon if he has the ring,that is now in your right ring finger.

[KNOCKING OF A DOOR]

Lil Salomon:  Who could that be?!

Shiro: Harumo?,are you up!, You’re gonna be late again for class.

Lil Salomon: What Luck!... Master!, you’re friends are here to see you,Master please wake up.

He tries to wake you up again,

Lil Salomon: Ma-Master?, {Touches forehead}...ow! Oh my goodness!, Master you’re burning up! 

Harumo.....*soft groan*....

{Thud}

Ryota: Did you guys hear that?

Shiro: Yes, i did,Harumo what was that noise?

Kengo:Step aside you two.

Ryota: Kengo?, what are you doing?

Kengo: Im gonna punch that cute ass of his if he doesn’t wake up.

Shiro:Absolutely not Kengo!, You’re going to break school property!.

Lil Salomon: How am i going to tell them,,,Uhmm......Oooohhhhhh thats it!HOLD ON MASTER!

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Ryota: Wahhh!,,what the?,, 

A  piece of paper mysteriously appeared on Ryota’s shoe..

 Ryota: HELP?!

Shiro: What the?...HARUMO!,,{KNOCKING}

Shiro: Kengo break the door!

Kengo: RARRRGGHHH!

With no hesitation Kengo easily breaks the door down with his mighty kick as strong as horse’s gallop.A loud bang with a surprise for the trio waiting for them as they found themselves shocked to enter your room with you on the floor,

Ryota: Harumo!, 

Kengo:Partner what happen?!

Shiro touches your forehead.

Shiro:{Gasp} Harumo,you’re burning up! 

Ryota: Shiro, we have to bring them to the clinic 

Shiro: Kengo grab Harumo and bring them to Shennong’s clinic,Hurry!

Kengo: Right! Hold on partner! will get you to Shennong! so hang in there!

Kengo lifts you up with both hands carrying you as Kengo looks at you with a serious yet scared face followed by Shiro,whom is both running with him as he checks on your body along with Ryota, who is seen almost on the verge of tears as he looks upon his friend while hearing the soft groans as a slight displacement is enough to hurt them...

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                                                                                                                                                          HARUMO SICK DAY

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{Kabukicho} 

In a old abandoned building in Kabukicho, a lone transient is seen sleeping on the couch, with his usual expression, though in some moments it changes to a happy one, where he could be seen smiling. i wonder what they’re dreaming about?

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{Shino”s Dream} 

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In a calm peaceful forest in Shino”s homeworld, Lays a medium sized hut with a  large window next to the entrance with a small workshop underneath it. There the chimney is seen being lit as puffs of smoke exits from it,indicating that someone is cooking...Waiking slowly to the door the gray fured therian sees.. 

Shino: Beloved,,, i have returned... 

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Harumo: Hello Shino, Welcome back! 

Shino: Yes, my dear. that smells nice,

Harumo: Well, thats because im cooking your favorite today, 

Shino:  i see, be careful with cutting with a knife dear. 

Harumo: Don’t worry, dear, im always careful. 

Shino: i should aid you in cutting the meat.

Harumo: All right, you big fluffy worry wart, 

Shino: Tha-,,i already told you, to please stop calling me that!. 

Harumo: But its cute, and you really are fluffy and big. 

Shino:{Blushes}

Harumo: Im going to pick some vegtables from the back. 

Shino: Ok dear..

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*COUGHING* 

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Shino: Harumo?.... 

His ears twitch as he went to see his dear coughing and it appears They’re trying to cover it. 

Shino: Harumo...are you ill?..

Harumo:*coughing small amounts of blood*...

Shino:.you’re not well!, you medical assistance! 

Harumo:*coughing....

Shino steps in to catch you from falling as your knees begin to gave out,,as soon as he lifts you up in his arms like a knight carrying they’re princess,

But as soon,as Shino turns back...

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Shino: {Gasp}..... NO!!!....

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{PIERCING SOUND}

An unexpected arrow,was fired as Shino’s back....

Shino: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Hunter:i’’ve found him!....

Other Hunter:There he is!,, Fire! 

Shino: Harumo!...Hold on!

Harumo:Ahhh!,,

Shino: I won’t let them harm you my beloved! 

Hunter: Fire at him! 

{Piercing sound} 

Shino: Thaaaa! 

Even with arrows sticking out of his back, Shino takes a stance in fury and readys his sword,with his paw clutched,Shino could never forgive the ones that try to harm his dearly beloved.

Other Hunter: He’s gettin ready to attack,,defend yourself! 

Shino: I WILL TEARS OFF YOUR HEADS! ..

Harumo:*Coughing*

Hunter:His coming! 

Running furiously,sword in hand and paw ready to grab the head,  Shino,,full on runs towards the two hunters in rabid speeds even though he was hit with two arrows on his back,but it seems to have no effect on him as he was about near the hunter who shot the first arrow...

Shino: YOUR HEAD!

Hunter: aHHHH!

Harumo: SHINOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Shino: Huh,,,Harumo....

Just moments away from pulling his neck, Shino heard the cries of his beloved and stopped him from taking his life,,,however hunters,,,give no mercy to their prey.....

Shino: You dispicable!

Harumo:...*coughing

With his sharp animal senses, and even more high alert, Shino spots the hunter about to stab him,. 

Harumo: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! 

Shino:I DON’T THINK SO!

Other hunter: No! {Fires an arrow}

 Shino dodges the incoming arrow,with the unconcious hunter out of commisioned,the now calm Shino hurrys back and sweeps up and hunt continues on..

Harumo:*coughing*....

Shino: Just hold on a little longer, and we’ll be there. 

Harumo: T-thank you Shino,,,,for sparing his life..

Shino:.....

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Shino: Look, we’re nearly out,,just hold on a--

{Pierce}  

Harumo: Ahhh!!! 

Shino: Harumoooo!!!!

While near the exit of the forest,a lone hunter is seen in a firing postion,as though they have been waiting for a while and shotted an arrow hitting Harumo in they’re right side....

Shino: Harumo....Harumo!!...YOU!!!!!

As the blood of his beloved’s body spreads, 

Harumo: Ahhhhhh!!!,,,,,*Coughs blood. 

Shino tries to take down the lone hunter,,but alas,,,the hunter had shot an arrow in Shino’s chest piercing his heart...as they fall,,and slowly close they’re eyes,,,The image of his beloved covered in blood on the ground as Shino can only see the life of his beloved eye’s slowly fade away....

{WAKES UP} 

Shino: Thaaa!!!----*gasping* *sweating*....

Shino: *Gasping* I..its...its just a dream...*gasping*  

Shino:My lord.....

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{Clinic} 

Rushed to the medical clinic of Shinjuku Academy The Summoners watch in worried as they see in bed while Shennong examines your body and coming up with a diagnostic. 

Shiro: How is Harumo? Shennong..

Shennong:Its all right now,,,Harumo just got a really high fever. 

Shiro: {Gasp}

Ryota: Harumo....

Shennong: I’d say 2 days of bed rest,and Harumo will be better.,   

Shiro: Understood Shennong.  

Harumo: *soft groan* ahh...

Kengo:  partner...just relax now..

Shennong: I called Mr Mononobe, to inform him about Harumo, he should arriving soon ..oh......speak of the devil. 

{Door opens}

Mr Mononobe: Oh, so this is were you three were.  

Mr Mononobe: How’s Harumo? 

Shennong: Harumo is in bed, They just got a high fever, but he’l be fine.They just need a lot of rest.

Mr Mononobe: I see, Thank you for your work Shennong,and to you to also Shiro,Kengo and Ryota, 

Shiro: We’re just glad Harumo is going to be okay. 

Mr Mononobe: I’ll inform the other teachers about Harumo and tell them why you three are late.. 

Shiro: Understood,Thank you Mr Mononobe..

Mr Mononobe: No problem, Now you three better go to class all right. 

Kengo: Im staying to take care of Harumo!

Mr Mononobe: Now,now Takabushi, i understand that you’re worried, but Shennong can keep an eye on Harumo,, 

Shiro: Kengo we can’t do that!, 

Ryota: Im worried also for Harumo,and i want to take care of them... 

Shiro: Kengo,Ryota lets go now!

Kengo:rgghhhh!,, fine,,.....I’’ll be back for you partner!.

Ryota: Harumo..i promise im going to take care of you! 

Shennong: See you all as well, I’ll  watch over Harumo.

Shiro: Thank you Shennong. 

Shiro: ....I’ll be back to take care of you!

Kengo: Hey you’re stealing my lines!

Mr Mononobe:all right now, run along kids. 

{Door close} 

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 {Nakano Shopping Mall} 

In the mall.... 

Customer: Can i have 10 rainbow buns please! 

Customer: I’ll take 14 rainbow buns to go and can i have a soda! 

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Here in the Nakano Shopping Mall is where a very popular bun is being sold,not only for its deliciousness,but for the wide varieties of colors that represent that each a different kind of flavor, and as you can tell, from its name,the buns come into all different colors hence earning its name Rainbow Buns. sold by the shop being managed by the father of a young pink-haired chubby boy.

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Ebisu: Coming up 10 buns of Special Rainbow buns!

Employee: Hey Ebsu, where’s num#4′s order?! 

Ebisu: Oh, Coming!,

Normally its not as busy in the shop, but strangely,people have been coming in to taste and witness the popular Rainbow Buns thats been getting famous in Nakano..And hopefully Ebisu doesn’t get tired....

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2 hours later.... 

All orders that have been piling up, has now begin to disappear one by one as the customers each take of what they have ordered, feeling thirsty and tired,Ebisu goes to the terrace of the mall where it faces the calm sea...

Ebisu: Phew.......{sips tea}

Resting calmy  on a bench, he stares blankly at the tranquil sea, as it reflects the rays of the sun,and the many fishing boats moving rapidly to their fishing spots. 

Ebisu: Its so beautiful....*sigh*

Sitting on the bench,reminded him of the person who sat next to him, in comfort, 

Ebisu:......

{Memory}

Harumo: Can i sit here? 

Ebisu: .....

{End of Memory} 

He stares at his tea while remembering that said person.

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Ebisu: I wonder how Harumo is doing?...Hmm..

{Remembers Harumo sweet moments}

{Heartbeat} 

Ebisu: w..Did, my heart,,,just beat skipped a beat?.. and why is it when im remembering Harumo? 

Ebisu:.....w-w-.why do i want to see Harumo again?!, do i like them?Well offcourse i like them!, but whats this feeling that,,,that my heart is about to explode!.....Ahhhh!,..

 He scratch his head in confusion.

.Ebisu: Thaaaa,,,,C’mon Ebisu,,Do you really like Harumo as a friend or as a lover!

Employee: Hey Ebisu!,Breaks over! lets get back to work! 

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Ebisu:Thaaaa!!!,,,,, Oh,,,sorry sir!,,, 

 Employee: Get a move on, those rainbow buns aren’t gonna cook themselves!

.Ebisu: We actually bake them sir.

.Employee: Oh.,,,also, what were you shouting back there?,  

.Ebisu: What?, you heard?,, its,,,nothing,, nothing sir,, 

Employee: ......Then i why were you shouting lover then?!

Ebisu: You heard that?!,, ohhhhhh,,,,

Ebisu covers his face out of embarassment as you can tell from the tomato colored face he’s doing,, the employee, looks at him sharply into his eyes as if he wanted to tell something to him,, 

Employee: Is it about that Harumo guy you mentioned, the one that you’re inlove with?!

Ebisu: What?!,no!,,i just,,,its just that,,,

Employee: Shhhhhh,,,don’t say anymore, 

Ebisu: But...

Employee: A THAT THAT THAT THAT,,no more..

Ebisu: *Sigh*  its just that, i just,,can’t seem to stop thinking about them, it confuses me, and i don’t know if i really love them, 

Employee: You can tell them about it later after work,C’mon the customers are probably waiting.

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 {Shinjuku Cafeteria}

Lunch time,at Shinjuku Academy, Ryota is at the front of line,  

Ryota: Hey Choji!, whats special for today?.

Choji: Hello Ryota,Our main menu for today is our special Chicken Karaage and it comes with a sauce of different flavors,you could also pick which flavor of the Karaage,we have spicy,sour,sweet,savory,  flavors so take your pick. and we also have chicken soup and chicken curry...

Ryota: Karaage?!,,,,Can i have 5 sweet karaage!, 

Kengo: Hey its chicken on a menu!, I’ll take 10 of....uhh....the savory ones!

Choji and Ryota: T-t-TEN?! 

Ryota: Are you sure you can eat all of it?! 

Kengo: Hah!, i need a lot of protein for my body you know,also im going to bring these to Harumo,, i bet they’re hungry.

Choji: Come to think of it,I don’t see Harumo with you, you guys are always with them.

Ryota: Harumo is sick,,He’s got a high fever so they can’t come..

Choji: Oh no!, hope they’re feeling okay...

Choji: Its a good thing we have chicken soup on the menu,, that will help in they’re recovery,I’ll save a batch for him and you can feed it to them...

Ryota: Thanks Choji,

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Shiro: You better eat all of it Kengo! 

Kengo: Whaddya think im doing, im not going to waste chicken, and also Choji will go berserk on me. .

Moritaka: We warriors need a lot of protein to sustain our bodies,so im sure Kengo will eat everything on his plate..

Toji: Still, it will be better if you added some vegtables to your diet Takabushi. 

Kengo: Why is everyone questioning my food choices!

Ryota: Hey,how about we visit Harumo,to see if they are awake. 

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Chernobog: Is something a matter with my heroic one?

Ryota: Ahhh!, Oh,,its just you Chernobog,, don’t scare me like that!. 

Chernoog: I did not mean to frighten, you Ryota, i just heard you mention about the heroic one,, but i don’t see them.. 

Shiro: Harumo came down with a high fever

Moritaka: Might i ask Chernobog, Where is Zao?, you’re always accompanied by him.. 

Chernobog:  Zao, sneaked out of class and went mountain hiking.

Kengo: Hahaha!,Nice job Zao!

Shiro: [Pinches Kengo’s ear} 

Kengo: Ow,ow, what the heck nerd!

Ryota: How you join us in visiting them, im sure they’ll be so surprised.

Chernoog: I do wish check  Harumo’s  wellbeing...

 .Toji: I’ll also wish to pay them a visit, just to ensure they’re being taken care of, 

.Moritaka: Me too,, Having a fever is very common for me, so i want to look out for them.. 

.Ryota: Shiro,,can we??Please???

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Shiro: *Sigh* fine, I’ll go ask Mr Mononobe if we’re allowed..

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After a moment,Shiro comes back with news. 

Kengo: So, how it go? Can we see them.?

Shiro: Yep,,Mr Mononobe gave us the approval.

Kengo: Well what are we standing around for, Lets go! 

Moritaka: Lets go!

Chernobog: Wait for me Heroic one.

Ryota: Wait! im going to fetch Harumo some lunch,im sure they haven’t eaten!

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{Clinic} 

After some time, you have awoken from your pained state of slumber and scan your entire surroundings,

Harumo:W-where am i?,,,,is this Shennong”s clinic...?

Lil Salomon: Master!, {hugs them} 

Harumo: Whoah hey, Lil Salomon, what happened just now? 

Lil Salomon: You had a high fever Master,and then quickly rushed here by your friends.

Harumo: Really?!,,

Lil Salomon: Oh!,i was so worried about you, you have no idea how paniced i was when you rolled down on the floor!

Harumo: W-well, sorry to worry you ..ow!. 

Lil Salomon: Master? 

Harumo: My throat..feels like its being pierced.

{Door Opens} 

Kengo:  partner!,

Shiro: How many times do i have to tell you,to not run in the halls!

Kengo: Can it Class rep!, I have to be the first one my partner has to see!

Shiro:  Oh Thank goodness you’re awake Harumo,,.. 

Harumo: How long was i out?..

.Shiro: You were out about 2 hours now.

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Moritaka: Harumo, my friend!, 

Harumo: Well theres a fluffy cute face..

Moritaka: I--Well,,thank you for the compliement!

As soon as Toji enters,he immediately examines your forehead, to check your temperature..

Toji: huh...you’re burning up.

Chernobog: My Heroic one,

Harumo: Never seen you wore the uniform before...

Chernobog: Yes, it came to me just now,,its a miracle they found a size for me.

Shiro: Moritaka, is the towel cold? 

Chernobog: What is the purpose of this towel on you? 

Chernobog points at your towel that Moritaka checks if its cold. 

Moritaka: This is a towel that they use to cool down Harumo, we drenched it in cold water and put it on their forehead..Oh no! 

Shiro: What is it Moritaka? 

Moritaka: The water is warm now. 

Chernobog: Let me..

Chernobog summons a small cloud over the bowl of water and rained ice from it. 

Moritaka: That was amazing Chernobog, how did you do that.?

Ryota: You’re a wizard Chernobog.!

Chernobog: it is the power granted to me of being the dark lord of Bald Mountain. 

Moritaka dips the towel into the now cold water that is giving off a cold air, 

Moritaka: Its so cold!, that my hands are going to freeze, There we go! 

Harumo: Shhhhh,,,ahhhh,,,,

Chernobog: Is it too cold Harumo? 

Harumo: No,,,Its just right...

Ryota: Okay, I know you haven’t eaten in a while, so,, i packed you some delicious snacks and also Choji ask me to feed you some chicken soup.. 

Ryota places a handful of snacks comprise of chips, fruit juices and also Karaage that Choji saved for you.

Shiro:Good thinking Choji,it will surely help Harumo

Harumo: ....ow....uhm,,can you feed it to me?

Ryota: W-what?,,o-okay say ahhhhh....

Ryota takes a spoon of chicken soup ..

Harumo:Ahhhhhh,,,  Mmmmmm,,,This is delicious.. 

Chernobog: Is this a tradition when one is ill? 

Harumo: Do you want to feed me too Chernobog? 

Chernobog: I-....Well...if it aids in your recovery. then  i shall..

Ryota hands Chernobog the spoon, and gently takes a spoon of chicken soup,being cautious as to not break or drop it,by his massive fingers.

Chernobog: Say ahhhhh...

{Mmmmmm,,,,,*Gulp*} 

Chernobog: Is it to your liking? 

Harumo: It was delicious Thank you Chernobog!

A smile finally appears to your face as,, you have seen all the people that will take care of you...

Chernobog: My pleasure.. .

Harumo: ahh.....my...throat .

You hold your throat as you try to speak,,in every second you try to speak your throat feels like a burning furnace inside you.. 

Ryota: Here Harumo,,,some orange juice,,

Ryota hands you a can of  orange juice with a straw in it...and slowly sip.

You can still feel a slight sharp pierceing feeling,when you sip the orange juice,, as your tonsils are inflammed.. 

Harumo: Mmmm,,mmm,,, 

You start to feel drowsy and fatigued as you slowly lean on your backside.

Your friends can only watch you wreath in pain and sweat like you’re running a marathon, as they have seen you triump in many hard battles, and always went ahead with a fierce smile on your face, but now,,that smile is nay in the present ,for as they see infront of them is a highschool student in pain,,, 

As Ryota wipes away your sweat, he worrys more,as he looks more closely to your face, 

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Ryota: Harumo..whats wrong?!

Moritaka: Ryota move!

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Harumo:Blaaaagghhhh!!

Chernobog:Harumo! 

Shiro: Moritaka,,could you go flush Harumo’s vomit away.

Moritaka: Oof!, that is most unpleasant.

 Toji: You were:somewhat aware of that happening..

Moritaka: To tell you the truth, I’ve experienced having fevers from past years during those times and i have learned the symptoms.

Harumo: *groans*  

Shiro: Oh Harumo...

 Kengo: Partner...

{Door Opens} 

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Shennong: Whoah!,,,well this is,,uhm,,  

.Shiro: Shennong, Harumo just vommited just now, what does that mean? 

Shennong: Lets see....

Taking into account that Shennong was the military medic of the Warmongers,and you could expect that whenever training goes into the walls of Penitentia Academy, you would expect the training regime to be brutalizing.

 To the point where some trainess would even vomit out of exhaustion or go cranky, or even losing their lives to its merciful dictatorship, whereas  Shennong have seen the dark side of being a medic and as he calmly examines  

The body of the that person, he as already a prognosis. 

Shennong: Well, They’re temperature hasn’t changed, Lets just give them some rest, I’’ll have one of you take Harumo in a wheel chair, so you can get them back to their dorm,after school,because i won’t be present by that time.   

. Shiro: Understood Shennong. 

Kengo: Yeah, but whose gonna take them? 

Shiro: Well off course it should be me, 

Kengo: Huh!, who made you chief here? im going to do it. 

Ryota: Shouldn’t it be me, since im the closest to his dorm.

Moritaka: Comrades, cease yourselves, im much more qualified to do it!

Toji: I’ll have to intefere with that bold proclamation of yours Inuzuka. I swore to protect Harumo, so I’ll be escorting them, 

Ryota: No ME! 

Shiro and Kengo: ME! 

Bickering over to whom shall be entrusted to carry out the responsibility of escorting them back to their dorm, one individual angrily intervenes. 

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Chernobog: RRRR...ENOUGH!

 Everyone:.....

Harumo: {Shivering} 

Chernobog: Your bickering has cause Harumo discomfort, I’ll be the one escorting them back to their dorm room, Do i make myself clear! 

Summoners: ........Okay....

Shennong: I’’ll also have to mention that someone has to stay with them, incase they feel any pain or to replace their towel with cold water. 

The room falls into an awkward silence,An uneasy stare off, and then.

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Shiro and Kengo: I’ll be staying with them! No me! 

Ryota: NO ME! 

Moritaka and Toji: ME! 

Chernobog: RRRRRRRR.....

 Harumo: *groan*,,,guys,,,,*coughing*

As you attempt to breath out a word, you continue to cough aggresively.

Harumo: .....Guys....please.. don’t fight!.....

You released those words just before falling sleep, 

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.Shennong: Thats it!, im going to the one assigning,,,, Chernobog, you’d be the one to escort them back to their dorm and gonna spend the night with them..Do i make myself clear!      

Summoners:..Yes.. 

Shennong: Good, use that whellchair there to transport them after school,got it? 

Chernobog: Yes, i understand.

Shennong: Check if his towel is cold before  going to bed,and you will the one feeding them, i highly recommend feeding them soup, 

Shennong:That way its digestable,and if they can’t taste it,do not worry,  its normal when you have fever and after meals, have them swallow this pills,..Understand Chernobog? 

Chernobog: i understand it all. 

 Shennong: Thats good to hear, now run along kids, lunch time is over by this hour correct? 

 Shiro: Oh crap!, We have to hurry you lot! See you later Harumo.. 

After every visitor have said they’re goodbyes to them, The afternoon classes can finally resume.. 

Chernobog:.....

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[Dorm} 

Meanwhile, As the afternoon classes had begun, a lone figure slowly waiks in a  familiar room, only to discover a scene that sends chills down their spine. 

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Horkeu Kamui: Huh?,,,What the?!

Horkeu Kamui: What on earth happened here?

The worried shocked faced transient, looks inside to find it to be a total mess,as scattered pieces of wood are scattered throughout the floor,the airconditioner still open,and a stack of books,journals and other reading material spread around their study desk. 

its as if someone had broken inside, maybe someone very strong broke in and did someting to that person,  

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Horkeu Kamui: MY HERO!?.

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The screams of his worry echoes throught out the halls of the dormitory, as if a vengeful ghost is screamed in fury.. But, he does not know that his beloved hero is safely in the clinic, resting,.. 

 .But to him, he interpreted it as much more sinister, for he’d had witness the deaths of his students over and over at the hands of a certain dark lord..  

.Who will tell him that his beloved hero is just resting, and not in danger, as per everyday they are always in constant danger.  

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While,back in Nakano. 

After work....

A pink-haired chubby boy , is seen mopping away the grime and dirty water off the floor as the massive crowd did a lot of running for Ebisu. 

But he still is conflicted about a certain issue that boggles his mind.

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Ebisu:....

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.After the treasure hunt, A part of Ebisu was confronted and it did him wonders after, for as they have said they’re goodbyes after departing from each other...

Ebisu had a strange feeling, to him atleast,but for everyone to witness, its perfectly obvious that Ebisu has a thing or somehow special connection with a certain someone. 

 But for Ebisu, he is somehow confuse about what to feel about them, for he has been debating whether they like Harumo as a friend, or Love Harumo as a lover. 

For as he continues to mop away, He’s expression changes to a slightly annoyed Ebisu, as he is infact nervous to tell them, As he continues on, 

  Ebisu: ahhhhhhh!!....

Ebisu: C’mon Ebisu!,

He holds  two pudgy cheeks,

Ebisu: *Inhale* ....*exhale*.....Okay...

Ebisu: Do you like Harumo?, Ebisu?,

Ebisu: I do like them,,Do i love them? 

Ebisu: Well.....

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Employee: Listen to your feelings for once Ebisu...

Ebisu: Whaa!....Oh..sir..I didn’t know you were there..

Employee: The part about questioning yourself is only i heard..but.you should ask  those questions to the person. not yourself,.. 

Emplyee: How could will you get the answer that you want,when you already have a sure way to answer it..

The 6ft tall employee stands infront of Ebisu as if he was a fatherly figure just now. for as they and Ebisu are both Papa and Son, 

Ebisu: Sir...

Employee: Works over, so call me Papa,..Now, you’ve been acting differently ever since you returned from your voyage, Its as if you have close your scars now. 

Ebisu: Thats because during that long journey i  have learned to not feel about what people expect of me, and i have finally got my answer..But...mmm

Papa: But?...

Ebisu: But i don’t know, i...can’t make out what this feelings thats stirring up in my head...

Ebisu: I’ve already know how to not feel about people’s expectations, but why do i expect them to feel the same way that i do feel for them..

As continues to release his frustations, the tall dad figure kneels down to meet his eye level, and looks directly into to his eyes as if he wants to convey something to him.

 Papa: Ebisu,let me ask you one question...

Ebisu:....

Papa: Does Harumo expect something from you?

He puts his hands on both of Ebisu’s shoulders.. 

Ebisu:No..

 Papa: Do you expect them to feel the same way you are feeling? 

 Ebisu:No...

Papa:Then you have nothing to worry about.

Ebisu: Huh?.

Papa: Did i ever told you,that i used to have massive love interest to one person when i was your age?

Ebisu: You did?!..and what happened? 

Papa: Well, i was so confused about what my feelings for them mean to me, i couldn’t even sleep,thinking about ,,, what will they say to me?... 

Papa: I can’t stop thinking...but in the end, i mustered up all of my courage to tell them about what i feel about them,,..

 Ebisu: And?...what did they say?..

Papa, takes a moment to answer as Ebisu waits for his response.

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Papa: They said: “i love you too, but. I don’t want it to be romantic” 

Ebisu: Did you get rejected?!...

Papa: It didn’t feel as a rejection, its more like i finally got my answer..

and ever since that day.. i was satisfied with their answer..

Papa: For as i didn’t expect them to either to be my lover nor i want them to be mine. but,, the thought of them answering ,,, was enough for me...and to this day..that friend of mine,are still friends..             

.Papa: Our relationship to each other hasn’t changed back to my childhood days. and im glad it didn’t...Hahaha. 

.Papa: So, now that you heard my story, what are you going to do?...Uh..Ebisu? 

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Ebisu: Im....IM GOING TO CONFESS TO THEM!...

Papa: Whoah easy there, you gonna burn down the kitchen if you keep this up! 

Ebisu: Thank you Papa, i know what i must do!, Thank you very much!..

Papa: Your welcome.,,oh and as an added bonus, give them this here rainbow buns that i saved, for you know..when...

 Ebjisu: Wait..don’t tell you knew this was gonna happen, did you?.

 Papa: Well,. it was 50/50,but im glad you know what you need to do now..

Ebisu: Yes,,Thank you a bunch papa. i have hurry now, before the train leaves.! 

Papa: Hehehe, Go, you better reel in a good one!.

Ebisu: Yes!..    

Tightly grasping a medium box in his hand,The confident pink haired boy sprints in a hurry to catch up to the train station and soon follows his destination...Shinjuku...

Ebisu: Harumo,,if you’re gonna reject me!,its fine by me,,but i want to know your answer, and to figure that out ,i have to tell you the truth..of what i feel about you!.     

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{Shinjuku Dormitory} 

After school..in the mid afternoon.

 Chernobog prepares your wheel chair as you try to get out of bed, but sadly, the strength that pull everyday is no longer present ,as every step feels as if you’re dragging 10 pounds of weight, and every step you take,

  leaves you out of breath as you lean onto Chernobog for support, 

.Harumo:{breathing softly} 

 Chernobog:Harumo, we’ll be going back to your room now, so you can rest easy now, 

 Harumo:....W-we?...

Chernobog: Yes...

Chernobog:Per instruction, is to accompany you and that is to sleep beside you.

Harumo: ...Oh..cool...Nurse Chernobog..

Chernobog: Lets us make haste now.. Onward! 

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.And as the drama begins, the two of you slowly make your towards the dormitory so that you may sleep.

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On your way towards the exit of the school, you encounter a familiar student leaning on the side of the door frame, its as if that said person is waiting for someone in particular. 

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 Harumo: Kengo?..

Kengo: Hey partner, I’ve been ..waiting for you..

Harumo: For me?..

Kengo: Yeah...i just...i just want to guard you,make sure you both are safe, An enemy could take advantage of your fever, so i want to make sure.

Chernobog: I am mostly grateful for your intent of protecting Harumo, 

Harumo: Okay,...Lets go...

The second strongest member of the Summoners and The Dark Lord of Bald Mountain, had became your escort, its as if two alphas are protecting their King. as they keep an eye out for anyone that will attack out of the blue..

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After reaching the entrance of the dormitory,  

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Horkeu Kamui: Dark lord Chernobog!, 

Chernobog: ....

Kengo: Hey, what are you doing here Horkeu Kamui?! 

Horkeu Kamui: Harumo!, what did you do to my hero?! 

Chernobog: Calm yourself Horkeu, you misunderstand the situation.

Harumo: HorkeuKamui, calm down for a sec...

Kengo:Hey, Quit you two!, nows not the time ! 

Kengo steps in-between the two people who have a sharp gaze at each other as they look deep into each others eyes

 As if they are about to pounce at each other.. Their gaze are almost sharp daggers that pierce into each other’s soul. as Kengo becomes the peacekeeper.  

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Harumo:ENOUGH YOU TWO! {Coughing} 

As you try to scream at the top of your lungs,your voice becomes hoarse as your tonsils are inflammed,

 After that, you continue to cough aggresively as you hold your neck feeling the sharp pain of your tonsils, your sweating more and more as the two feuding have snapped to their senses. And return to your eyes as you are weaken. 

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Kengo: Partner, don’t taik, Thats you two idiots, Harumo is screaming because of you’se two keep on bickering, 

Chernobog: Harumo im sorry, i...

Horkeu Kamui: My hero, i did not intent to cause you great harm, Im sorry..

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Ebisu: Harumo...?

Trio: Huh?..

A mention of your name, the three escorts quickly turn their sights at a lone chuby figure behind you.   

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Harumo: That voice...

Ebisu slowly waiks towards to you shyly. 

Horkeu Kamui: Who are you? 

Chernobog: What business do you have with Harumo? 

Harumo: Ebisu!

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Ebisu: I’ve finally found you!

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AND THATS IT FOR PART 1 OF SICK DAY,THOGUH I WANTED TO MAKE THIS A  IN ONE POST BUT, I FELT THAT I SHOULD TURN IT INTO PARTS AND NOT MAKE IT INTO A WHOLE, HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THE STORY AND COMMENT ON WHAT YOU ALL THINK OF IT OR SEND AN ASK, EITHER WAY, AND THATS IT FOR PART 1 OF HARUMO GETTING SICK AND IT WAS HARD TO GAUGE EVERYONE’S REACTIONS TO HARUMO GETTING SICK AND HOW THEY WILL DO OR EVEN TAKE CARE OF HARUMO, OKAY, THATS ALL FOR TODAY,      THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH. 

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THE ONE (Frankie Morales x Reader)

THE ONE

Frankie Morales x Reader  

Summary: Today’s your big day, your wedding day.

Warning: None

Words: 2746

Authors Note: Buckle up!!! This one… I cry. I hope you are all doing well! Please take care of yourself and stay hydrated. I’m finally on spring break thank god lol. If you are in school and have midterms I wish you luck! The school will be ending shortly, We’re almost there! Keep pushing! 

We have one more chapter left! :( Enjoy!

- K

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 5.5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 |

Chapter 9

Today was your wedding day. You had a sleepless night, tossing and turning. You were kept up thinking about what Santiago had said to you. You laid in your bed on your side. All your bridesmaids were up already, gathering everything they needed to start getting ready. You were getting married in a beautiful garden there was across the street.

“Let’s go! Today’s the big day!” One of them said happily as they pulled the covers off of you.

“Come on, I have to start doing your hair!” one of them shouted from the bathroom.

You groan, setting up in bed. You yawn, shaking and running your fingers through your hair.

“Gosh, you look tired! The bags under your eyes!”

“Don’t worry I’ll cover it up!” one shouted from the bathroom

“Gee thanks…” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your face. “I couldn’t sleep…” You say.

“It's probably just nerves, but it’s fine! Today is going to be one of the happiest days of your life! Now come on out of bed, we only have a few hours!”

“Can’t we eat first?” you groan.

Your maid of honor shoves a Donut in your face. You huff taking it from her, taking a bite. She drags you out of the bed, leading you to the bathroom, plopping you down in the chair in front of the vanity.

“Alright let's crackin '!”

All your bridesmaids were ready, their hair and makeup had been done. Yours was done as well. You were in the bathroom changing in your outfit.

As you slipped on your outfit. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You felt different compared to the first day you had but it was in the bridal shop. You were beaming, happy and so excited. You felt amazing. Looking at yourself now, you felt none of that. A scared and unhappy person stared back at you. That excited person was long gone.

You couldn’t call off the wedding now. You were getting married soon. You couldn’t do that to everyone, to Alex.

“You alright in there?” Your maid of honor asked through the door

“Yeah, I’m coming out.” You quickly pulled yourself together, putting on a fake smile. You walk out and all the bridesmaids gushed.

“Oh my god, you look amazing!” They helped you fit your outfit and zip up the back.

You walked over to the full body mirror continuing to stare at yourself.

There was a knock on the door, the bridesmaid opened the door. “People are arriving! It’s almost time! We’re heading down to the lobby” One of the groomsmen said peaking in the room.

“You guys go, I’ll meet you down in the lobby.”

“What? No! We have to-”

“Just go! I’ll meet you down there! I just need to do something real quick.”

“O-okay” The girls were confused but listened to you. They left the door open for you as you left.

You stared at yourself in the mirror trying to pull yourself together. You were freaking out, hyperventilating. You walk over to the window, pulling back the sheer curtain. Across the street, you could see the garden, the white tents set up for the wedding. You could see your and Alex’s friends and family walking and wait around.

“Oh god,” you signed. You shake your hands trying to get the nerves out, you walk back over to the mirror, staring at yourself.

You heard a knock on the door. You groaned, “Seriously, I want a few minutes alone is that too much to-”

“Wow” you hear a stunning voice call out behind you, you look in the mirror you were standing in front of noticing Frankie standing in the doorway. “You look beautiful Smiles…”

“Frankie” you breathed, quickly turning around to face him. “What are you doing here?”Although you invited him to a wedding a while ago, and after everything you two had been through, you thought he wasn’t going to show.

“I told you I wouldn’t this day for the world.”

Your heart began to race, your chest began to heave. “Y- you're not supposed to be in here, you're not supposed to see me, you do not suppose to be up here-”

“Pff that’s the groom.” He chuckled. You weren’t laughing. You just stared at him with wide eyes.

“Look I know I shouldn’t be in here, but I needed to see you.” He walks up to you, grabbing ahold of your hands.

“I just wanted to tell you, I’m happy for you. You deserve to be happy, and I know Alex will give you that, give you all the things you ever wanted in life. Alex is so incredibly lucky to have you.”

You continued to breathe heavily as I stared deeply into his eyes. You didn’t want to cry, but you were on the verge of tears. Your lip begins to quiver. “Frankie-” you croaked.

“Woah, hey it's okay.”

You began to sob. He places his hands against your cheek, his thumb rubbing just below your eyes, wiping the tear that fell.

“I-I can’t do this- I gotta leave-I can’t go out there-” you said quickly between sobs. He spins you around, walking you back to the bed so you can sit down.

He crouches down in front of you, still holding your hands, his thumps running on the top of them trying to help soothe you.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Smiles. You’re gonna walk out there a-and you’re gonna marry Alex. Everythings gonna be great, you’re gonna be fine-”

“Things aren’t fine Frankie…” you wailed.

“Please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry…What’s wrong? Talk to me…”

You stared down at him. He looked up at you with worried eyes.

Listen to your heart. “...Frankie, I-”

“Come on we gotta-” Your maid of honor walked in catching you and Frankie.

Frankie drops your hands from his and quickly stands up. You stand up too, quickly whipping your eyes to cover that you’d been crying but your eyes were puffy.

Your maid of honor stands there awkwardly, not knowing what you say.

Frankie turns to you. “It’s gonna be okay. I wish you the best. I love you, Smiles.” he whispers, leaning in planting a kiss on your cheek. He quickly walks out of the room.

“Frankie!” You called after him. Your hand touches the spot on your cheek where he had kissed you.

“What was that all about? Was that him? Was that guy your ex-” She gives you a look.

“Can we not talk about it please…” You say walking to the bathroom quickly fixing your makeup.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! Nothing happened” you walked out of the bathroom. “Come on let’s just go.”

…

You made it down to the lobby, the rest of the bridesmaids and Santiago stood waiting around.

Santiago could tell that something was wrong with you.

“Alright ladies, just start walking over I got, Smiles” Santiago announces. All the girls headed out the sliding glass doors of the hotel.

Once they are all gone, he turns to you.

“I saw Frankie come down. Was he up there with you? He just ran out of here so fast, he didn’t even stop to talk to me.”

“Let’s go.”

“But-”

“Santiago, please just drop it.”

“Okay,” he says, putting his hands up in defense. He bends his arm, signaling for you to take it. You look your arm around him walking out of the hotel and across the street to the garden.

“Alright Smiles is here, lets go!” One by one your bridesmaids walked down the aisle.

You felt numb as you and Santiago walked down the aisle. You spotted Frankie august the crow of family and friends. All eyes were on you, but you only seemed to notice those brown eyes you adored. You both couldn't take your eyes off each other. Your gaze was supposed to be in front of you at Alex, but Frankie was your main focus.

Alex stared at you, wondering why you weren’t looking forward to him. He looks in the direction you were looking in, noticing Frankie in the crowd of family and friends. He noticed Frankie was looking at you as well.

Frankie was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, his mouth gaped open. Frankie quickly closed his mouth, swallowing hard. He needed to leave. He thought he could sit through the ceremony and watch you get married, but he couldn’t.

As you make it to the front, you take Alex’s hand, smiling up at him, but he gives you a frown, his eyes sad.

Frankie moved through the row, excusing himself as he walked by people. When he got to the end, he started to stealthily make his way to leave.

As you stood in front of everyone, noticing Frankie leaving the garden. Watching him walk away, you knew you needed to go after him. You loved him. You loved Frankie. You could deny your feelings any longer. Frankie was the one you wanted to be with. You didn’t care about anything else. All you knew is that you loved him and you desperately need to run after and tell him before it's too late.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-”

“Stop” you announce to the officiant of the wedding as they stare deeply at you. Everyone in the crowd gasped and whispered, confused as to what was going on.

“Go,” they say.

“W-what?”

“Go after him” he motions down the aisle. “I know your heart isn’t in this. It’s not with us.”

“Alex, I’m so sorry, but I can’t marry you...”

“I know...I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you were walking down the aisle. You love him and he loves you. Yeah, not gonna lie, this hurts, but I’m letting you go. Your heart was never mine, to begin with, because it’s his. It’s always been him.”

“Alex I’m so sorry for everything, I truly am...I’m sorry for stringing you along like this, I’m sorry I couldn’t amid what I truly felt earlier...Deep down I’ve always known that I was still in love with him, but I tried to deny it because of us. Part of me wanted to be with him, but I was scared of getting hurt again, but you... You’re such a great person and are so kind. I- thought I could make it work, but this isn't what I want. I’m so sorry for everything Alex and know that I do love you and you’re going to find someone who loves you so much more than I ever could.”

Alex smiles sadly.

“I just want you to be happy. I hope things work out for you and Frankie.” He kisses your forehead.

“Now go get him!”

“Thank you, Alex” You smile. A commotion started in the crowd as they watched you run down the rain down the aisle. You heard some people yelling angrily, cheering you on, or confused.

You ran out to the garden, stopping as you made it to the sidewalk right outside the entrance. You look around to see if you find Frankie around. He shouldn’t have gone far.

“Frankie!” You shouted as you turned, desperate trying to figure out what direction he had gone in.

“Smiles!’ Santiago says quickly running up behind you.

“Santi!” You grab his arms.

“I gotta find him! I gotta find Frankie! I gotta tell him I love him!” You say quickly.

“Come on, I park my car in the parking structure at the hotel!”

You quickly slip off your shoes, the two of you dash to the hotel parking structure across the street. You both hopped in the car, Santiago, swerved on out of there. “Here take my phone, try to get in touch with Frankie!” He placed his phone in your lap and she drove like a maniac.

You quickly pick up his phone dialing Frankies number.

It rang and rang, and rang. No answer.

“Ugh, come on Frankie!” You groan in frustration.

You tried calling several more times, but they all went to voicemail.

“Voicemail again”

“Try calling Lilah!”

You look for the Lilah number under contacts and dial her number.

“Hello?”

“Lilah!” thank god she answered.

“Smiles?”

“Do you know where your dad is? Is the home? I’m trying to get a hold of him!”

“No...I’m over at my friend Rehma’s- oh my god, are you going after him?” Lilah gasped. You hear her friend gasp as well.

“Yeah, I am.” You could help but smile.

Shrieking and hollering of the girls came from the other end of your phone, you pulled the phone away from your ear, you and Santiago laughed listening to them scream.

“Oh my god, I’m so happy right now-Um I'm gonna go home and see, if he does come home I’ll let you know

“Thank you!”

“Yes, of course, good luck!” The girls shout happily.

You hang up the phone.

“He’s not home, but she’ll call back if he comes back,” you tell Santiago.

You sat there thinking. Where would he have gone?

Then you remember. The lake.

“Santi, the lake. He might be there. I remember when he took me, told me he likes to go there to think.”

“We’re driving in the wrong direction then,” he quickly turns the car, making an illegal U-turn.

…

By the time you got to the lake, the sun was setting. Slight orange remained in the sky. Santiago parked right next to Frankie’s pickup truck. He was here but you didn’t know where. You get out of the car, Santiago comes to your side, learning again his car.

“I’m gonna stay here...Go get him.” He smiled.

You smiled at him and walked a few yards towards the dock on the lake. You look trying to see if Frankie was somewhere out on the lake.

Off in the distance, you notice a fire near the campsite area. You quickly walk towards the light source. As you make it closer, You see Frankie sitting on a log, in his tuxedo, roasting a marshmallow.

Frankie saw someone walking towards him. He looks up, seeing you making your way towards him.

He stood up from the log, staring at you. His face was in shock. You were supposed to be getting married. He had to be dreaming. You were quickly walking towards him.

“Smiles? What are you-”

Before he could finish the sentence, you rushed up to him, tightly gripping his loose tie, yanking him in for a kiss. He was taken by surprise, dropping the marshmallow he was roasting onto the ground, his hands grabbing your hips, pushing you closer to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pushing your body closer to him as well.

You pull away. “Francisco Morales, I love you.” you begin to cry.

He’s waited years to hear you say those words again. This time he pulls you into a kiss.

“Please tell me this is real..please tell me I’m not dreaming” He rests his head against yours

“It’s real…this is real.” you sobbed. He pulled you tightly into a hug.

“Say it again..”

“This is re-”

“No, that you love me...I need to hear you say it again…please say it again” he desperately moans.

You giggle through your sobs “I love you, Frankie. You and only you. It’s always been you. I’ve tried so hard to deny and ignore my feelings for you since you came back into my life, but I can't keep pushing it away. I’m crazy about you. I want to be with you, spend the rest of my life with you... I’m yours, I’ve always and forever been yours, you have my heart.”

He sighed in relief, laughing. You giggled as well, as you rested your head in the crook of his neck.  

“I’m sorry for everything, smiles. I really screwed us over all those years ago..”

“I know you are,” You say running your hands through the back of his hair.

“ and I forgive you, Frankie. The past is the past. We’re focusing on the present, right now, this very moment, we love each other, that's all that matters.”

“I love you so much, Smiles”

“And I love you”

“...So...You want a s'more?” He says as he continues to hold you in his arms.

You laugh looking up at him.

“Yes, I would love one.” You say planting a kiss him.

tags // @icanbeyourjedi @im-an-adult-ish​ @sara-alonso​ @lydiascottage​ @eternalkara​ @back0nmybullshit​ @wifeofdindjarin 

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Wedding Bells || F.W x Reader

A/N: Sup y’all it’s like 4am rn and I have schoOl in 4 hours,,,, it’s been a PHAT minute since I posted a fic and i deeply apologise. This was only supposed to be a really short drabble but I kind of rambled so sorryyy

- E

Word Count: 1069

The Golden Trio Era Masterlist

Part 2

Hermione pinned the last bobby pin into your hair, finishing up the flower-like bun on the back of your head and softly tugged out two strands of hair at the front to frame your face

You stared in the mirror in awe, “Wow.. Hermione this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you” You turned to meet her cheerful and slightly tearful gaze

“I can’t believe you’re getting married! It feels like only yesterday that we met each other on the Hogwarts express— Oh god don’t cry, don’t cry..” She mumbled and paced in attempt to contain her emotions.

You chuckled at your best friend and shifted your gaze towards your soon-to-be sisters-in-law who, had very discreetly, entered her bedroom

“Hey Y/n,” She grinned, “You almost ready? All the guests have arrived and dad’s down in the lounge room waiting”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Let’s go kick this wedding’s ass”

Ginny and Hermione both snickered and walked out and down the creaky stairs of the Burrow with you in between them, complimenting each other’s attire and makeup

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“They’re on their way down, Fred. We should’ve been out there ages ago,” George sighed, walking towards his twin from the door of their childhood bedroom

“You okay, Freddie? I haven’t seen you this anxious since the war.” He placed a hand on Fred’s shoulder

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just- How do I know if I really want this? Getting married is just a big milestone and I don’t know if I want it to happen yet, George” Fred sharply exhaled.

“What’re you on about? Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now? Fred, you were so sure that you wanted this with Y/n when you first started dating, and you were absolutely ecstatic about this not even a week ago”

Fred huffed and brushed straight past George and beelined towards the back door, soon having his younger twin trail behind him.

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All the guests in the tent stood and turned their attention to you as you walked down the flower covered aisle with Arthur by your side.

Your gaze met with Fred’s and you tried your hardest not to cry so as to not ruin your wonderfully done makeup.

A few sniffles and expressions of awe were heard throughout the tent when you made it to the front. Arthur gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and a pat on the arm as he gave you away to Fred and walked to the front row of seats, sitting next to an emotional Molly

“Dearly beloved, We gather here today to join Fred and Y/n in matrimony.” The wedding officiant spoke, commencing the ceremony.

****time skip bc I don’t wanna put a whole ceremony in this****

“Will you, Y/n Y/l/n, take Fred to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“And will you, Fred Weasley, take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I-uh..” Fred anxiously looked around the crowd, trying not to look at your face that contorted into a slightly hurt expression at his hesitation. “Fred?” Your voice was small, barely a whisper, and was threatening to break if you spoke any louder.

Fred made eye contact with Ginny who seemed to be getting more furious each second that he remained silent. She mouthed ‘Answer her already’ as subtle as she could and he turned his gaze back to you and immediately regretted it. Guilt flooded through his veins at the sight of your unshed tears just waiting to escape and cascade down your rosy cheeks and your chest rising and falling to an uneven cadence.

“I-I’m sorry Y/n-- I really am. I just don’t completely know if I want this yet-”

“-And you waited to tell me this now, in front of everyone? We spent a whole year planning this wedding and you waited to tell me after we made the effort to make this day perfect?” You sobbed, completely letting go of anything that was holding you back. Molly had gotten up and left to go outside to stop herself from yelling at Fred for hurting you on such a special day.

“Y/n I truly am sorry. I love you and I do want this with you but I’m not ready.. We’ve got plenty of time—”

“—Tomorrow isn’t promised Fred! You of all people should know that,” Your voice shrank, “We’ve been together since our 5th year at Hogwarts, Fred. How much more time do you need? If you don’t want this, then just say it. Don’t lie to my face and tell me some stupid excuse” You felt a wet sensation trailing down your cheeks as you finally let your tears fall.

Fred gazed at your tear stained face once more with a guilty look before running out of the tent, not looking back once, and apparating away. Hermione, Ron and Harry all gave you a look and set out to try and find him.

“He’ll come to his senses Y/n, and he’ll realise what he’s done. Fred’s just really daft and hasn’t even thought of the fact that he might lose such an amazing girl” George whispered to you, wrapping his arms protectively around your shaking frame and kissing the top of your head.

The rest of the Weasley family, including Molly who had rushed back inside as soon as she saw Fred leave, gathered around to hold you in their embrace muttering soft apologies on behalf of Fred

“Why don’t you come back inside, dear? I’ll make you a cup of tea,” Molly said quietly, opening up her arms already starting to lead you out. “Arthur, Bill, Charlie and Percy, can you all handle the guests please?”

They nodded and separated from the small huddle. George and Ginny came along beside you, sweeping you away from Molly and wrapping their own arms around you. George wiped your tears away softly with his thumb and gave you a soft kiss on the temple.

“Thank you, both of you, for being such good friends. I love yous” You cracked a small solemn smile at the two as you made it inside the door of the Burrow

“We love you too Y/n/n. And we’ll always be here for you—” Ginny started

“—Even if Fred isn’t.” George cut off

The three of you shared one last embrace, hoping that things would be better by tomorrow.

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[moinsbienquekaworu]

You know who I haven't talked about even though they're important to me too? Laëlia, Alex and Adrien.

One time in class I wanted to design a triad because I thought it would be fun and I didn't have a lot of OCs who were dating someone (still don't lol) so I came up with these three. I like to call them the thrio because - listen I was in highschool and I needed a nickname because saying their names all the times was annoying when referring to all of them, so thrio it is. Adrien almost was a girl, but I decided to make him a guy because I wanted to practice drawing guys more :') they're in love they live together and they're my go-to for cute romantic shit that's actually for real romantic (as opposed to Meri and Cilia who are just roommates being roommates)

- Laë is cheerful, positive and energetic. Her laugh is loud, her smiles are blinding, and you can tell when she's invested in something. She claps at the happy moments in movies and she will get you to dance with her at a party at least once.

- Alex is quiet, a bit shy and focused. He seems cold from an outside perspective, but he just doesn't go towards people easily. He has trouble trying out new things but he likes having clear goals to strive for. He's a good cook and doodles flowers when he has the time.

- Adrien is kind, caring and a stable presence. He's the one who brings a bag with a water bottle, snacks, band-aids, tissues, a charger and a pen and paper when going out. He's very chill, knows all his friends' favourite pastries, and there's always space in his cargo pants if your pockets are too small.

- They all have a colour that's "theirs" (as do all of my OCs on some level) : Laë is pink, Alex is blue like his hair, and Adrien is orange.

- When I said I designed them together I wasn't kidding, they match in lots of silly little ways: Laë is more "sun themed" and wears more gold, Alex more moon themed and wears silver, and Adrien is star themed and has more copper tones. Heights as well, Laë is smaller (5'2), Adrien is - also small but in the middle (5'6), and Alex is the tall one (6'2)

- Alex and Laë are childhood friends, they were neighbours as kids and started dating in high school. They met Adrien at uni.

- I do have a few HCs about like, their intimacy, but tbh that's not the most fun aspect. I'm more of a soft domesticity, cuddle pile on the bed person myself so that's the kind of situations I put them in.

- Laë likes to steal Adrien's tops because cute oversized boyfriend shirts, and since Alex does it too sometimes he has a big collection, because otherwise he wouldn't have enough for all of them. They also share jewellery, and Laë does her boyfriends' nails sometimes.

- They're all bi <3

- Alex has a big family (he's the guy whose uncle knows Meredith's mentor), his older sister Emilia has a toddler and there's another sibling but I haven't thought about them yet lol. Adrien is an only child and his parents suck, and Laëlia has a little sister, Ophelia, whom she loves dearly.

- Alex's full name is Alexander Nero, which is bad but he's not the one who got it the worst out of all my OCs so it's fine. His siblings also have greco-roman themed names, I just gotta figure them out lol.

- My favourite soulmate AUs for them are either matching tattoos or "everything I write on my skin appears on theirs", but I don't think about those too much because well, aro. I do have HCs for both those AUs because that would be fun though

Okay that'll be it for today, you can check them out here to see what they look like <3 my beloveds

[simpforgojosatoru]

TERRITORIAL (One-Shot) - Gojo Satoru x Reader

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Summary:  Your boyfriend- Gojo Satoru has been away on an overseas trip, only to surprise you by returning early and showing up at your workplace, but came upon a scene of a very flirtatious male flirting with you (much to your annoyance), and decides to declare his territory.

Pairing:  Gojo Satoru x Reader/Reader-insert

Rating: General, just some fluff

“Two million yen, no more, no less,” the male opponent stated firmly.

You stare at him incredulously, “That’s very low, there is no pre-nup between our clients, and it should be at least 50/50. Have you even considered the circumstances?”

Sitting in the conference room, Inoue Takuya- the very flirtatious lawyer for the opposition, is over to negotiate a settlement deal, and he is constantly throwing you playful or teasing or flirtatious looks, while you just kept rolling your eyes since the looks he threw have not gone unnoticed by you. This guy has been irritating the hell out of you, getting on your nerves all the time, as he has been using every opportunity to flirt with you, to get you to go out with him despite your very publicly known relationship with the one and only Gojo Satoru, and the fact that he has a thing for the very beautiful you is no secret to every one of your colleagues, and even bosses.

Takuya laughed sarcastically, “No way, 2 million yen is more than enough.”

“No, my client was with your client ever since her high school years, she gave up her career, she gave up everything for your client, and not to mention, she gave your client a family life with three children,” you argue. “And now your client is ditching her for a much younger model. Nothing can compensate all that.”

Takuya sighed, “You are too sentimental.”

You scoff, “I am fighting for what my client is very well entitled to.”

“Then, what’s your desirable figure?” Takuya queried.

“Two billion yen at least,” you reply firmly. “Take it or leave it, or I will see you in court.”

The man laughed, “Ha, two billion yen, dream on.”

You did not say anything, but look at him dead on. He stopped laughing upon seeing the serious look on your face.

Takuya sighed, “Two billion yen is way too high.”

You shake your head, as you smile knowingly, tracing a finger around the rim of your glass of water, and you sigh. “Does your client know how much his three beloved children hate his guts?”

“What?” Takuya asked, surprised, taken aback at your question.

“Even if your client does not know exactly how much, he should at least have the sense and idea to know that he is not their favorite person right now,” you reply.

“You see, the children have always been very close to my client, and they love her ever so dearly. What your client did to her have now completely alienated the children, they no longer want anything to do with him, and they cannot care any less about the money or inheritance,” you continue. “In fact, they are quitting their positions at the company, which I believe and I know will be a huge loss to your client and his company, losing his heirs and such competent successors.”

“My client still loves and cares for his children all the same, he wants to keep in contact with them,” Takuya stated. “And of course, he wants the children to take on the company and business in the future.”

You tilt your head to one side, “But his children want nothing to do with him.”

Takuya sighed, finally understanding what you are inferring, “Fine, I will take the figure back to my client…”

“And I will discuss with my client and her children, and see if there can be any leeway,” you finish.

You start gathering your files and documents, while Takuya just continued to stare at you, you did not have to look to know that he was staring at you, and you frown.

“Inoue-kun, I believe we are done for today, just get back to me when you have discussed and negotiated with your client,” you state, standing up from the table.

Takuya nodded with understanding, also standing up, he offered a handshake, “OK, it was nice talking to you today, I will be in touch.”

You accept the handshake, but when you try to pull your hand back, he wouldn’t allow you too.

“Excuse me,” you state in a hard-tone, looking at him sharply.

“Nuh-uh, we still have a matter to discuss,” Takuya stated arrogantly, with an arrogant grin.

“What?” you ask, a little annoyed. “And let go of me first!”

Takuya smiled, and nodded, he let your hand go, but he did not back off, standing close mere inches to you. He carried on with his arrogant air, and he grinned confidently, “You still owe me a cup of coffee, Y/N-chan.”

You look at him incredulously, “What? I don’t owe you anything, not a cup of coffee in the least!”

“When I asked you to get a coffee together the last time, you didn’t say anything, I assume that was a ‘yes’ from you,” Takuya replied with a grin.

“You assume?! What kind of logic is that? You cannot assume anything from me when you practically know nothing about me. I didn’t say anything to you because I did not care about your offer, nor do I want to go out with you. How many times do I have to tell you that?” you say, annoyed.

“I will shut up if you go out with me,” Takuya stated with a charming smile.

You roll your eyes, and then you turn serious, looking at him dead-on. “Look here, Inoue-kun, I do not like you, and most importantly, I have a boyfriend, and I love him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

While you and that lawyer were bickering in the conference room, some people are starting to cause a raucous outside, as Gojo Satoru and his just-as-handsome guy friends- Geto and Nanami have made their first appearance in the law firm in front of all of your bosses and colleagues, who gasped and stared in awe in stunned surprise. They had just landed back in Tokyo, after an overseas business trip to South Korea, and they headed off to the law firm after dropping everything off, as Satoru couldn’t wait to see you again. Knowing that the guys are probably here for you, the bosses and colleagues respectfully greeted them, but they did not bother them for selfies, although most of them were tempted to.

Your friend and colleague- Suki grinned on seeing them at the office, and greeted them brightly and cheerfully. “Hi guys, wow, this is a really nice surprise! Didn’t you just arrive? What are you doing here?”

Satoru, Geto and Nanami grinned.

“I cannot wait to see Y/N again,” Satoru replied with a grin.

Suki nodded in understanding, and then grinned, “Oh good, now that you are here, you can totally help her out.”

The boys frowned.

“What do you mean?” Satoru asked, confused.

Suki nodded her head towards the direction of the conference room, the boys looked and their eyes widened at the sight of a very annoyed you, and a clearly very flirtatious man, who stood very close to you, and way too close for Satoru’s liking. The boys turned back to Suki, still gob-smacked.

“What’s this?” Satoru asked.

“Don’t worry, Y/N is the most loyal and faithful person I know…” Suki replied.

Satoru nodded, “I know that, but who is that guy who is clearly flirting with my girl?”

Suki and the other boys grinned at Satoru’s use of the term ‘my girl’.

“That guy is also a lawyer, but a really flirtatious one, he has been hounding after Y/N for months and months, despite the fact that she has already told him thousand times that she has a boyfriend whom she loves, and despite the fact that your relationship is already public knowledge,” Suki explained with a sigh.

Satoru growled, “Who does he think he is?”

“This is why I said it’s so good that you are here now, you can assert yourself in front of him,” Suki stated.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, inside the conference room, you are delivering your final blow.

“Not to mention, you are incredibly disrespectful, you know very well who my boyfriend is, our relationship is no secret to the public, this clearly tells you that I have a boyfriend, and we are committed to one another, yet you are still persistent,” you state. “What on earth is wrong with you? We are done here.”  

You turn and back away, and immediately opened the conference room door and you are stunned to find yourself facing the grinning face of the love of your life. Not caring anyone else around, you quickly envelop him in a tight hug, and he was only more than happy to reciprocate.

“Oh my god, baby, what are you doing here so early? I thought you’d be taking a rest, didn’t you just arrive from Seoul?” you ask.

Satoru grinned, “I couldn’t wait to see you again, and I have missed you ever so much.”

“I’ve missed you so much too, baby,” you state back with a loving look.

Satoru smiled, so happy and content to be back with you, he leaned in to kiss you, and you happily kissed back, but he did not forget the one additional thing he has to do, that is, to assert himself as the boyfriend, right in front of the flirtatious male.

Cupping your face, he stared lovingly into your eyes, “How has work been for you? Not too stressed out or tired out, are you?”

Holding his hands in yours, you shook your head with a reassuring smile, “Baby, I am all good, don’t worry about me.”

He smiled lovingly at you, before casting his eyes up to stare at Inoue Takuya, he looked back at you, asking, “Who is this?”

“Oh, him, right, this is Inoue Takuya, the lawyer for the opposition in one of the cases I am working on now, we were meeting to negotiate and discuss a settlement,” you reply.

You turn to Takuya, smiling proudly, and introduced Satoru, “Inoue-kun, I’m sure he needs no introduction, he is the one I’ve been telling you so much about, my boyfriend- Gojo Satoru.”

You turn back to Satoru, smiling proudly at him, and he grinned back in return. Satoru then turned to Takuya, he did not smile, and stated seriously, and heavily emphasized, “Hello, Inoue-kun, I’m Gojo Satoru, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Then, Satoru looked the guy up and down, and stepped up close, smirking, “I saw what you did, and as flattered as I am that you find Y/N very attractive to flirt…sorry to inform you that, there is no way in hell Y/N will ever leave me for you.”

You, standing at the back, watched on with amusement at your boyfriend’s cocky confidence, but you also can’t help enjoying him being territorial around you.

“Inoue-kun, can’t you find a girlfriend of your own?” Satoru continued taunting. “Or are you so terrible at it, that you have to hit on someone else’s girlfriend? I’d appreciate it if you stop doing that to Y/N, my girlfriend.”

Without another word, with a cocky grin, Satoru turned back to you, and wrapped an arm around your waist, held you close and led you out of the room.

“Oh, Mr. Gojo, you are so territorial,” you comment with a grin.

“You don’t like it?” Satoru asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, I love it!” you reply with a grin.

[strawbunniiee]

A Girl and a Ghost Ch. 3: The King’s Revenge

SOOOOO this is the part where the plot thickens :)

if anybody else wants me to tag them in these chapters so you know when they come out i will gladly do so andksnkfs

hope you enjoy! ive had tons of fun with writing these :D

dont mind me, just lettin my frendos know that this is a thing skfnkdjf

@salamifuposey @monsterbride99 aaAAA when i initially posted this i COMPLETELY forgot to do this a a a a a sorry

King Boo was furious.

How could that peasant, that foul impure abomination of a Boo do this to his beloved crown? It contained his power, it was so incredibly important to him...

And that filthy little purple haired brat! How could she so carelessly throw a rock at him like that?

He plopped his body down in a chair and marinated in his own rage for a few minutes.

After a few moments of enraged silence, he spoke.

"...I have got to get my revenge on those two. But... how will I do it?"

King Boo began to brainstorm a way to get the ghost Rabbid and his little idiot friend in hot water.

"Torture? No, no... one of them is a ghost. It wouldn't hurt him... Torture could be done with the little nuisance however. Perhaps a bit of childhood trauma will teach her not to mess with the wrong people." he thought aloud.

He spent almost fifteen whole minutes thinking of gruesome ways to get back at them, until it finally struck him.

"...Oooh, I know. I know exactly what to do now. It'll mostly affect that bloated rabbit, but I can still do some damage to his moronic pipsqueak pal."

He grinned maliciously and floated towards the doors of his manor.

"I'm about to open up some old wounds of yours, Tommy." he said to himself.

———

Meanwhile, Phantom was racing through the sky with Jawaii in his arms, panicking. He would never let King Boo lay his foul hands on her.

They were both absolutely dead silent the whole time until Jawaii opened her mouth.

"...Do you know that guy?"

Phantom halted for a moment and looked down at the young alien he held. "...Yes, I do, but I don't think I would like to go into detail at the moment. We have a very... rough history, I will say."

"Oh... I get it. It's okay, I won't pry. I understand." Jawaii said.

"Just remember that if King Boo ever tries to hurt us, I'll make sure he will regret it for the rest of his days." promised the Rabbid ghost. "I swear on it."

Phantom resumed his flight and soared down to the ground safely. He gently set her down in the grass.

"That was actually really fun! We should do that again sometime! ...without being scared off by an evil ghost, obviously. That would just make it less fun." said Jawaii.

"I'm glad you were entertained, I suppose... King Boo is quite intimidating. And rude." said Phantom.

Jawaii put her hands on her hips. "Well, yeah! I mean, he made fun of your weight! No friend of mine is getting made fun of like that!"

Phantom laughed a bit. "Oh, don't worry, I wasn't that harmed by that statement. I er, get that all the time."

She frowned. "Why do people tease you about that, that's dumb! Besides, I think you're perfect just the way you are!" She gave him a hug.

He hugged back and smiled. "Awww... thank you. I was born like this, I can't help it you see."

"You're a giant fluffy singing ghost bunny with a mustache, I have no idea how anybody could hate THAT! Cuz I don't."

"Oh, don't make me blush from all of these compliments!" said Phantom, smiling.

Jawaii jokingly grinned evilly. "Never. I'm gonna shower you in compliments 'til you DROWN!"

She cackled maniacally as she began relentlessly saying nice things about him with Phantom begging her to stop. Soon, it became a full-on flattery war to see who could out-compliment the other. They had a grand old time.

Eventually, the sun began to set.

"Oh yikes, I better get home. I had no idea we stayed out here for so long! Mom is probably having a heart attack as we speak!" said Jawaii.

Phantom was quite alarmed, his ears sprung up in worry and concern. "She's having a what?! Oh, poor child, I hope your mother is all right..."

She burst out laughing hysterically.

"Wh-what's so funny? I thought your mother was dying!"

"No, dummy! That was an exaggeration, I meant that she's probably WORRIED about me!" Jawaii continued giggling like a maniac.

"Ah. I see now... Thank you for correcting me!" Phantom joined in on the laughter.

They got themselves together after a moment.

"Oh yeah, mind if you could fly me over to my house..? We're kinda far away from home." said Jawaii.

"Of course!" Phantom replied happily.

Jawaii climbed on his back and the two flew home.

———

After flying back to town, Phantom gently set Jawaii down in front of her home.

"See you soon, my friend. I enjoyed showing you around Spooky Trails today!" said Phantom.

"Cya tomorrow Phantom! I had a good day today too!" She ran up to him and gave him one last hug.

She walked up to her door and waved goodbye to Phantom. He waved back.

"Moooom! I'm hoooome!"

Jawaii's stepmother Stella ran in.

"Oh, Jawaii! Thank goodness you're all right! I was so worried, where were you?"

"Sorry I came home late! But I spent today with a friend of mine."

Stella had a look of pleasant surprise on her face. "You made a friend? That's so wonderful! I know you haven't really ever had any friends, honey, I'm so happy to hear that you finally made one!" She smiled.

Jawaii grinned. "Yeah! I'll tell you allllll about him! He's the best."

They sat down at the dinner table with the food Stella made.

Jawaii dug into her mashed potatoes and ate it like a wild animal that had nothing to eat for the past 3 weeks.

"Honey, chew slowly. I don't want you choking!" said Stella.

"Sorry, Mom..." Jawaii said, frowning.

"It's okay. I don't want you in the hospital or anything, especially after you just made a new friend!"

"Oh, I've known him for a while, actually. We've been hanging out together a lot!" she smiled, her mouth still full of food.

"...Jawaii, sweetie, don't talk with food in your mouth.“

"Oh yeah! Sorry again Mom.."

"Anyways, that's why you've been out so much lately? I'm so happy for you, Jawaii!" Stella smiled.

Jawaii gulped down some water. "Yep! I'm glad I'm his friend too!"

They spent dinner talking about all of the fun adventures she and Phantom had gone on.

Jawaii however, conveniently left out any mention of them being in danger, she wouldn't want to worry her stepmother of course!

"Oh yeah! I meant to ask you this, but I got totally sidetracked but where's Dad? And where's Hakai?" asked Jawaii.

"Your father is out destroying planets again, and your sister is having a sleepover with some friends of hers." said Stella.

"Ohhhh. Wonder why Dad's out so late. Hope he's alright."

"I'm sure he's fine, hon."

Jawaii had another sister though, and her name was Roe. She went to a boarding school and wasn't home most of the time.

She stretched and yawned. "Hey Mom, I think I'm gonna hit the hay today."

Stella gave her a small look of surprise. "Oh! You are? Usually you're quite a night owl. Maybe you're just tired from all your little adventures with Phantom."

Jawaii smiled. "Yeah. Maybe. Anyways, g'night Mom! Love ya, don't let the bed bugs bite."

Stella gave Jawaii a hug. "Aww, good night sweetie. Love you too.”

Jawaii ran upstairs, changed into her nightgown, brushed her teeth and jumped into bed, quickly falling asleep after her long, tiring but fun day.

———

That same night, the Mushroom Kingdom was as quiet as ever when it was nighttime. The once colorful, cheerful inviting land was deathly silent, almost hauntingly so.

Princess Peach was safely tucked in her bed, sleeping peacefully.

But little did the sleeping princess know, this would not remain for long.

King Boo had finally made it to the castle after venturing there to exact his revenge. He knew how dearly Phantom loved Peach. Breaking them apart forever would be the ultimate punishment for stepping on his turf. He knew that either way, the plan would work. If Phantom didn't come to the manor, him and Peach would be separated forever. If he did, however, it would give the vengeful king the chance to trap him and Jawaii in his manor, to torture them and possibly even kill them somehow.

He knew he could kill Jawaii, that was no problem, but Phantom...? Could he possibly do it again? ...No, he's a ghost now. He can't be killed again. But the king knew that even if he couldn't die, he could still make him suffer for as long as he wanted. Possibly even for eternity.

He phased through the castle walls, not having any of the guards notice him. Then, he finally found her room. There Peach slept, defenseless, ready for the taking.

In the blink of an eye, he snatched her from her bed.

Peach immediately woke up and let out a shrill scream of horror, alerting the Toads guarding her door.

But it was too late. He had already burst out her window with her and was headed straight towards his mansion.

———

Tap, tap, tap.

Jawaii woke up very late that night to a tapping sound she heard at her window. She went over to it to find one of the Peek-A-Boos she had met in Spooky Trails, tapping away at her window.

"Hey... aren't you that kid who Phantom is friends with?"

Jawaii rubbed her eye and yawned. "Yeah. Why do you ask? And how are you at my house anyway?"

The Peek-A-Boo had a somber expression on his face. "Well... I have to tell you some... bad news."

Jawaii was horrified of what was about to come out of his mouth next. Did something terrible happen to Phantom?

"His love, Princess Peach was kidnapped by King Boo. And... Phantom is gone. He went off to go save her. Knowing King Boo, Phantom may not come back in one piece. ...The other Rabbids told me it was best to go tell you. That way, you would know where he is. You deserve to know..."

Jawaii was devastated. How could this happen?

She knew she had to save him. And if she couldn't save him... then she wouldn't let him suffer alone.

"...No. I'm not going to let this happen to him."

The Peek-A-Boo was taken aback in surprise by Jawaii's response. "...I dunno if you should go. You're only a kid. You could get seriously hu-"

"I don't care." said Jawaii.

She jumped into her closet and changed into her usual clothes, grabbed a lantern and ran out of the house and into the black, haunted forest that she met Phantom in.

[iridescentjin]

Dearly Beloved

Summary: Your friend from high school, Taehyung, helps you out when you need a wedding date.

Genre: SMUT and a little bit of fluff

Warnings: Masturbation, swearing, recreational alcohol use, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (plz use protection irl), spanking, some biting, dom!Taehyung, brat!reader

a/n: sorry Triv. sorry mom. If digital headstones are a thing by the time I die, please put this gif on mine. I listened to “Earned It” by The Weeknd the whole time I wrote all the nasty stuff.

Word Count: 6473

Your best friend is sweet and kind. She is the most generous person that you’ve ever met, and she can make you laugh harder than anyone on this planet. She has cradled you in her arms as you cried over boys, and, when your dad nearly died of cancer, she was there with you in the hospital every day, coffee in hand, ready to listen or just sit with you.

You take a deep breath through your nose and remind yourself of all of this. You love her more than pretty much anyone on this planet, but in this moment you have never wanted to slap her so much in the whole time you’ve known her.

She has been planning and preparing for her wedding for over a year, and the date is only two weeks away. The extravagance of it isn’t really your style, but she’s one of those people that has been dreaming of her wedding since she was a little girl. She has a vision. 

At this present moment, you are surrounded by small cuts of lumber, empty vases, fake greenery, and tea lights. Your job today is to assemble the centerpieces. You sit in the middle of the room on the floor, surrounded on all sides by your craft supplies. She is standing just outside your ring of accoutrements, crying and yelling. You aren’t totally sure what she’s yelling about. Seating arrangements? Maybe someone canceled? Honestly, at this point it’s unintelligible, so you decide it’s best to just let her carry on.

“And you!” you hear, clear as day.

You look up from your project and see her finger pointing toward wear you sit on the carpet. You look behind you, half expecting someone else to be there; you’ve done nothing but help. You turn back to her and barely raise a finger to point to yourself and raise your eyebrows in bewilderment. You mouth, “me?”

“Yes, you! Who else would it be? God.” You know she’s just stressed, so you take a deep breath and clench your fists around the fake greenery in your hands. “When we first started planning, you said you were gonna have a date, and I’m sorry things didn’t work with Yoongi, I really am, but now the seating arrangement is fucked and the whole entrance of the wedding party is fucked. It’s fucked, y/n. Could you just ask Yoongi to go with you?”

“Just ask Yoongi?” you spit back, “You want me to ask the man who broke my heart? Tore it into a million little pieces, who is, mind you, already going to be at the wedding because he’s friends with your future husband, to be my date? So...what? So I can get my hopes up again when he’s nice to me, because of course he will be, and get my heart smashed again? Oh but your seating arrangement will be good, so I should just suck it up. Right. Sure.”

You’re standing now, having spilled tea lights all over the floor with the sudden movement. You are breathing heavily, fists clenched at your side, tears threatening to burst from your eyes. Things didn’t work out when you had told your workaholic boyfriend, Yoongi, that you wanted to get more serious, maybe move in together and consider marriage. You don’t think he meant to laugh at you, but he did laugh when you brought it up. He said that it was clear the two of you wanted different things, and he ended it with you. You clearly aren’t over him yet, and she knew that.

Your friends face softens for a moment. You can see the reality of what she said smoothing her features.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just so stressed…” she trails off.

“Look, you want me to get a date? I’ll get a fuckin’ date. But I will not be caught dead on Min Yoongi’s arm.” You turn on your heel and let yourself out of her house, slamming the door behind you.

When all the rage fades, you realize what you’ve said that you’re going to do. You also realize that you left all centerpieces unassembled in the middle of the floor. You call your best friends mom and ask her to go over and finish them.

“I am already on my way over there, sweetie. But did I hear right that you are going to get a date for the wedding? Where?” she asks, genuinely concerned.

You know she isn’t trying to be hurtful but c’mon, I know guys! You think to yourself. I know so many guys. I know...Yoongi for one, and Hobi. Granted Hobi is marrying my best friend in two weeks. I know….oh! Jungkook! Jungkook will totally go with me!

“I know guys!” you respond to her with excitement in your voice. “I actually have to call the guy that I’m asking right now though, so I’ll talk to you later. Thanks again for doing the centerpieces.”

As you hang up, you quickly scroll through the names on your phone until you land on Jeon Jungkook. You tap out the message on your screen quickly and send it away.

You: Hey JK! I was hoping you might be able to accompany me to a wedding in two weeks. It’s out of town, so hotel. All expenses paid. Huh?

You put your phone down feeling optimistic. Jungkook loves to dance, and he’s a fun guy. Not only does he seem like a living human male who will go with you, you actually don’t hate the idea of going together with him. The excitement doesn’t last long.

Jeon Jungkook: y/n! Hey! I wish I could, but I’ll be back home in Busan. I’m so sorry!

You: No prob, buddy. I’ll go with Yoongi 😬

Jeon Jungkook: No! I won’t let you do that! He broke your heart. Let me give you hyung’s number. You remember Tae? From high school? He’s cool, and he’s free (he just asked me to make plans that weekend). Hit him up.

He sends you the contact. Kim Taehyung. You stare at the number for a long time before you type up a text, and you stare at the text for even longer before you send it.

You: Hi Taehyung, this is y/n. JK gave me your number, and he said you might be free in two weeks to be my date to a wedding. Nothing weird or anything! I just can’t go alone, and if I don’t bring a date, my friend is going to make me go with my ex. It’s a long story. Anyway, it is out of town, but your hotel and all your food and stuff would be paid for. Just let me know.

You exhale a deep breath after you hit send. You hope it doesn’t sound too weird or desperate or anything even though you are definitely both weird and desperate. 

Kim Taehyung: sure! I’m always down for an adventure.

You breathe a sigh of relief. Which is short-lived when you realize you don’t know anything about Taehyung anymore. You ran in the same circle in high school, connected by your mutual closeness to Jungkook. You text him back asking him to meet you for coffee, so you can go over the plan. The two of you decide to meet that afternoon, and the anxiety in your chest begins to loosen just a tiny bit. 

….

When you get to the coffee shop, you find a spot by the window in the big squashy chairs. You order yourself a latte and play on your phone, waiting for Taehyung. You hear someone softly clear their throat, and your eyes scan the figure in front you. You don’t mean to give him the up-and-down, you really don’t. But the man standing in front of you is not the same Taehyung you remember. You remember a scrawny boy with too much eyeliner (yikes) trying to act like a man while still dealing with all his teenage emotions.

Before you stands, perhaps, the hottest man you’ve ever seen. He is tall, taller than he was when you last saw him, and he is fuller too. He is no longer gangly and awkward. He has broad shoulders, firm pecs, and toned arms that you can see straining against the fabric of his tight black shirt. His black hair is long and messy, and tendrils hang down into his eyes. He has a smile on his face when your eyes finally meet his.

“Hi, y/n! It’s been so long!” he exclaims as he reaches out and pulls you into a hug.

You are shocked by the sudden touch and hesitate to put your arms around him. Even while he holds you for a moment with your arms at your sides, you feel comforted and safe. He smells like lavender and chamomile mixed with something else - maybe just his own skin.

When he lets you go, he looks a little embarrassed and backs up into his chair across from yours.

The two of you catch up about what you’ve been up to since high school: college, careers, failed relationships. You tell him all about what happened with Yoongi, but you don’t mention that you’re not over it yet. He tells you that his ex-girlfriend cheated in a one night stand with a girl at a club, and he had been pretty broken up about it.

You set your plans for leaving to get to the wedding early together. You have to be there on Thursday night because the bachelorette party was Friday and the wedding was on Sunday. He agrees, and you say goodbye to one another, this time without the hug. 

****

Thursday afternoon you are packing your bags making sure that you have everything when your phone rings. It’s your best friend, so you take a deep breath before you answer it, trying to stay as calm as possible since she is a total mess. “Good morning, my beautiful best friend and soon-to-be bride,” you say in a syrupy tone that she knows is facetious.

“I have bad news,” she huffs and without pausing she continues, “we booked the hotel when you and Yoongi were still together. So we only booked one room for you and Yoongi. So now Yoongi doesn’t have a room, and your date...Tae or whatever...doesn’t have a room either. And I know that I’m being insensitive right now, but you and Yoongi breaking up is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

She’s definitely crying and spiraling. “I mean...it wasn’t great for me either,” you attempt to joke, but she just sobs harder.

“Okay, okay. It’s fine. Yoongi will just stay with Hobi until Sunday, then on Sunday, you and Hobi are going to stay together anyway, yeah? So that problem is solved. As for Tae...I’ll talk to him, okay? No big deal,” you console her, unsure what you’re going to say to Tae.

She lets out a long sigh, but her crying seems to be evening out. “You’re right. Okay.” You finish the phone call and send a text to Tae.

You: So...funny story...youandihavetoshareahotelroomnowsorryokaybye

You toss your phone aside and finish packing your bags. As you are loading up the car, Tae pulls up. He looks just as good as he did the other day, wearing a loose t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He’s carrying a single leather duffle bag, and he has a huge smile on his face. He almost looks like he’s laughing.

The drive is only three hours, but it is long enough to be boring. You’re glad that you have company, and you and Tae crank up the radio singing along and laughing. You play car games together, and it is an overall good time.

When you get to the hotel, you are a little unsure of what to do or how to handle sharing a room with Tae. You slide the key in the door to the hotel room and exhale in relief when you see there are two beds in the room. You each take up your side and start to settle in.

When it’s time for you to get changed for bed, you awkwardly shuffle to the bathroom to change. Even though you normally just sleep in your underwear and a t-shirt, you put on a whole pajama get up because you aren’t sure how modest you should be with Tae.

When you come out, he’s scrolling through his phone. He looks up at you and gives you that warm, gentle smile again. How does he look so good just sitting on his bed playing on his phone?

“Hey, uh, so I usually just sleep in my underwear...but I can keep a shirt on if you want,” he says casually to you.

“Oh, uh, I mean, whatever you’re comfortable with. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable on my behalf, seeing how you’re doing me a favor,” you ramble out.

You wish you said no. As soon as it happens, you really wish you’d told him to keep on a shirt and a parka and snow pants and maybe also a ski mask. To say he is hot is the understatement of the century. His toned honey toned skin is smooth across his chest, taut over his muscles. His boxer briefs sit low on his hips, and your eyes follow the curve of his muscles from his stomach down past his waistline. 

You watch the muscles on his back flex as he climbs into bed. You lay your head back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling. What the fuck is happening? you think to yourself. You try to blink the images of his nearly naked body out of your head, but they are there even as you eventually fall asleep.

*********

All day Friday you help set up for the wedding. Tae comes by and helps for a while, and, when it’s time for the bachelorette party, he says he’s going to go find something to do in town. The girls all go out, drink, and celebrate your best friend. 

After the bachelorette party, you are feeling light and drunk and, for the first time in a while, you feel your shoulders relax. You say goodbye to the other girls in the lobby of the hotel and head to your room.

When you get there, there’s only one lamp on, and the room is empty besides your bags. You are painfully aware of the silky material of your dress against your skin, especially without a bra on. You feel so hyper-sensitive with the alcohol coursing through your veins. You skate your fingertips up your arms and across your collarbone. You feel yourself soaking your panties, and your nipples are hard against the silky material.

Your head isn’t totally clear, and you slide the straps of your dress off and let it pool on the floor around your feet. You stand in the middle of the floor in nothing but your panties and your heels for a moment, barely touching your skin on your neck and down your chest and belly.

You lie back on the bed, fuzzy head telling you to take care of it. You lick your fingers and take one of your nipples between your index finger and thumb. You feel your hips buck a little bit, feet, still in your heels, planting on the bed. With the way your feet are planted, your legs are open wide, and, if you weren’t wearing underwear, your pussy would be on full display. You bring your hand down to your panties. You run your fingers along the waistband before passing your hand over your covered folds, barely applying any pressure. You have decided to take it slow. You haven’t been with anyone since Yoongi, and you have been too busy to even consider masturbating. Now, you have the time, and you are soaking through your panties. 

You close your eyes, and you see the way that Tae’s shirt fits across his chest, the way the rolled up sleeves accentuated his biceps, the way that his sweatpants yesterday left nothing to the imagination. You see the way his bare chest is broad and smooth, the way his underwear sit on his hips, bulge prevalent. You imagine the way he smelled when he’d pressed you into his chest. You want to drown in his smell. 

You slide your hand into your underwear, drawing languid circles on your clit, sliding your finger through your arousal and back up to your clit. You feel like you are not in control of what your body is doing and small moans start to slip out of your mouth. You feel “Tae” come off your lips over and over.

“What?” you hear from near the door, but you think it might be coming from outside of the room and can’t process its proximity because the things you are doing are overwhelming you.

A whimper that turns into a yelp followed by “oh my god” comes from within the room, and your eyes snap open. Tae is standing at the end of the bed, eyes wide, mouth open, frozen in place.

You scream and try to get up from the bed quickly, but you are drunk and wearing heels, and you lose your balance. Instead of getting away from him, you stumble toward him. He throws his arms out to catch you, steadying you as your mostly naked body presses against him. And you are mortified, but the scent of him makes your pussy clench. In that instance, you’re a little angry that you didn’t get to finish.

“Are you okay? How drunk are you? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to...I just...we’re both in here. I didn’t know. That’s my bed, by the way. But that’s neither here nor there. Are you okay?” he rambles, trying not to look at you.

You pull away from him quickly covering your chest as you run over to the other side of the room to grab a t-shirt and sweatpants. You throw the shirt over your head, and, as you try to put on the sweatpants, you realize you’re still wearing the goddamn heels. You throw them off as quickly as you can and pull the sweatpants on. When you look up from your panicked clothing debacle, Taehyung is looking anywhere but at you.

“Tae...I’m sorry. I’m just...I’m-I’m drunk, and I’m horny. I’ll go stay somewhere else.”

“Wait no…” Tae starts, but you are gone before he can even finish. You go to your best friend’s room, and she welcomes you in. When you tell her what happened, she laughs hard, pretty drunk herself. You agree to not talk about it any further.

*********

Besides avoiding Taehyung, the next day and half go by smoothly. You are busy setting up for the wedding. The hairstylist and makeup artist take care of you before the wedding, and your friend’s mom brings your dress and shoes to you. You haven’t had to go back to your room for anything, but you are dreading sitting next to Tae at the reception. The dread is briefly overshadowed by the love and pride that you have for your best friend and Hobi during the ceremony.

The ceremony goes off seamlessly, and you are so happy for your friends that you forget for a little while to be embarrassed. When it’s time for the reception, you realize that you have to enter with Tae for the processional. He meets you by the doors, looking pretty annoyed. He doesn’t say anything to you, and he just offers you his elbow when it’s time for you to enter the banquet hall. You walk in holding his arm, faking a smile, and take your seats at the table, followed by the remaining bridesmaids with their dates.

Throughout dinner, Tae continues to ignore you. You think to yourself if anyone should be avoiding anyone, it’s me avoiding him, but you don’t say anything to him. At one point he gets up to go to the bathroom, and you sit alone, pushing your food around your plate.

“Is this seat taken?” you hear from an all too familiar voice. You force yourself to look up into his eyes, and Yoongi is staring back down at your with a smirk on his face. You don’t have the words to respond, so you just stare at him for a moment.

A deep voice from behind you says, “yeah, actually it is,” and then you feel a hand on your shoulder. Oh, so now he wants to pay attention to me. His hand feels like it’s burning your skin, and you want to lean into it.

“Oh sorry, man. It didn’t seem like you guys were together,” Yoongi says, confused but still confident.

“Yeah, well, we are. Why don’t we go dance, y/n?” Tae hisses through his teeth.

“I’m kind of talking to Yoongi right now,” you say to him.

“Yeah, that’s all good, but I really like this song. So come dance with me,” he insists, pulling your wrist a little.

“Yeah...okay fine,” you mumble as you take your napkin out of your lap. Yoongi is looking at you dumbfounded, and you shrug and follow Tae to the dance floor. He pulls you in and presses his body fully against yours. Is this some kind of weird possessive shit?

“So you’re going to ignore me all night and then get pressed when Yoongi tries to talk to me?” you snap, annoyed.

“First of all, you left me alone in that hotel room for two days, so who’s really ignoring whom? Why can’t you, for once, just be a good girl and do what I say?”

You can’t deny that the expression “good girl” coming from his mouth does something to you, but you are already heated. “Oh, yes sir. I’ll be the goodest girl because you just dragged me over here and are being an ass, so I better be good for you. Fuck off,” you spit at him, rolling your eyes.

“Well, you told me how Yoongi broke your heart. And you weren’t gonna tell him to get lost, so I did you a favor. You should be thanking me,” he spits out.

“What’s your deal, Tae? It’s not like we’re actually dating or anything.”

You swear he growls in his chest a little bit, then he spins you before pulling you back into his body. “Well, maybe I want to be,” he mutters.

Before you have a chance to talk, the MC comes on and asks everyone to clear the floor for all the first dances, father dances, mother dances, second-cousin dances. It goes on for so long that you decide to return to the table, and Taehyung follows you. You sit down, fully prepared to demand an explanation from him when the photographer comes up to your table.

“Can I get a picture of you two?” she asks with a bright smile.

You can’t bring yourself to say no to her cheeriness, so you agree, doing your best to smile for the camera.

“You know what would be really cute?” the photographer starts, and you feel the dread building in your chest, “if you sat in his lap.”

Oh my gods, ugh. You are incredibly annoyed, but you know that this innocent woman doesn’t understand the very weird situation going on. So you, once again, reluctantly agree. You climb into Taehyung’s lap, and the energy immediately feels different. He clears his throat behind you and slides his arms around your waist. While the photographer tries to get a better angle (why is she taking so long!?), Taehyung starts to slide his hand down your thigh.

“I heard you,” he whispers to you, smile still stretched across his face. “I heard you say my name. You can’t act like you don’t want me. I heard you.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask defiantly, knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

“You know what I’m talking about. You said my name. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. I had such a big crush on you in high school, but you were oblivious. Now, you see me. Now, you want me. I heard you.”

As the photographer walks away, you don’t try to get up. You just shift a little in his lap. With the movement you can feel, very clearly, as if there was hardly any fabric between you at all, the outline of his cock, half-hard against your ass.

“Are...are you not wearing underwear, Tae?” you ask, feeling flustered, face hot.

“I tell you I heard you say my name while you were touching yourself on my bed. And you ask if I’m wearing underwear. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to take advantage of me,” he professes with a smirk.

You look around frantically to make sure no one heard him, but your head snaps back to look at him when you feel his fingers teasing the hem of your dress against your thigh. You can feel the movement causing a rush between your thighs, and you can’t focus on anything except the way his hand feels on your skin.

“Tae…” you whisper, trailing off.

“Say it, y/n. Say you want me.”

“We can’t do this here, Tae. There are so many people here,” you say looking around at all of your friends, who you would be mortified if they found Tae with his hand in your dress.

“If you say that you want me right now, I’ll take you upstairs, and I’ll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked,” he whispers, letting his hot breath run over your ear.

Shit. Shit. Am I doing this? Fuck it.

“Tae, I want you...right now,” you practically moan.

With that, he’s up out of his seat, adjusting his pants. He ushers you out of the hall with his hand on the small of your back. You clamber into the elevator, and, when the door shuts, he is all over you. His mouth is on your ear and your neck, your collarbone and the curve of your shoulder, you chest and the upper swell of your breast. He’s kissing every exposed inch like he’s been poisoned and the only antidote is in your skin.

The elevator door opens on your floor, and the two of your practically run to your room. He slides the key card in and flings the door open. He kicks it closed behind you, and he takes off his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt. He turns around to look at you, lacing his fingers in the hair on the back of your head down to the nape of your neck. He’s big eyes are peering into yours, searching your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks in a deep rasp.

“Tae, you’ve already kissed my whole chest. Yes,” you say back with a bite to your tone. You can’t help but want to contradict him and push his buttons.

He smashes his lips into yours, a deep, hungry kiss. All of his annoyance and frustration seems to come out with his kiss too. He nips your bottom lip and pulls it a bit before letting it going. He goes right back to you, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” he asks when he pulls away.

“I don’t know,” you tease. “I guess we’ll have to see.”

“How is ‘babygirl?’ Is that okay with you?” he asks looking into your eyes again.

“Babygirl is fine,” you reply, “but I’m not your good girl.”

He growls at you from his chest, scrunching his nose. You feel the tension in your stomach building and you know that your panties are useless at this point they are so soaked. He leans into you, reaching around your back, unzipping your dress. You shimmy it off your body, letting it pool on the floor around your feet, just like you had down two days before.

You runs his fingertips across your skin from your collarbones over your breasts, gently catching your nipples, down your stomach, across the waistband of your underwear. He bends his knees, setting one on the floor, and he keeps tracing his fingers down your thighs, over your knees, and around your ankles. He presses his mouth to your hip and your thigh while he caresses the inside of your legs up to your thigh and back down to your ankle. Then he pulls the strap off both of your ankles from your shoes and pulls them off your feet. Your skin feels like it’s on fire with every touch from Tae’s fingers, and you feel your pussy clench around nothing with every move he makes. 

While still on his knee, Tae looks up at you through his lashes. He asks in a commanding tone, “Babygirl, if you need me to stop you just say red, okay?” And you nod.

“Now, are you going to be good for me while I lick your pussy?”

Your breath catches, and your heart pounds in your chest. “I don’t want to be good,” you sass, voice hoarse already.

His teeth bite down on the skin of the inside of your thigh. “Are you talking back to me, babygirl?”

You are too stunned to come up with anything clever, so you just nod.

He bites down again on your other thigh. “Use your words,” he commands.

You are so wet and so overwhelmed. He is too much for you already. “Yes, I was talking back to you,” you pant out.

He stands up from between your thighs, and you feel remiss that you let your brattiness get in the way of having him licking you. He whispers, “you’re being a bad girl.”

You stick your tongue out at him in response, unable to stop yourself. His hand comes up to your chin and holds your head so you have to look him in the eye. “Look at me,” he demands. “You better start behaving, you little monster.”

For some reason, him calling you a little monster does something to you. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this turned on. “I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”

You lean to kiss him, and he catches your lips in another bruising kiss.

“Lie down on the bed and take your underwear off,” he says as he stands back from you, palming himself through his pants, seeking some relief. 

Once you’re in position, he pushes your legs up, so your knees are bent. You are in the same position that you were just two days ago when he walked in on you. He whispers so pretty, then kisses gently on your clit and down your folds. He barely slides his tongue into your pussy, then drags it all the way up you, collecting your arousal on his tongue.

“So wet for me, babygirl.”

He takes his tongue and draws slow, steady circles on your clit while he brings his hand to your entrance and slides too fingers in. He immediately pushes them all the way in without letting you adjust, then he curls them upward. His lips wrap around your clit, and he sucks.

You groan beneath him. He feels like he knows exactly what your body wants and needs. He is intuitive to your body, and your head is swimming. Your skin is burning, and your hips start to buck, even as he uses one hand to try to still you.

“Tae, I’m going to cum,” you gasp.

“No, you aren’t,” he says against your clit, “you’ll cum when I tell you to cum. And do you know why?”

You shake your head, back arching up off the mattress.

“This pussy is mine. Your orgasms belong to me, understood?”

“Yes,” you whine, “please, Tae…”

“Say it,” he commands for the second time tonight.

You moan as he continues his unforgiving ministrations with his fingers and his tongue. “Fine. This pussy is yours. My orgasms belong to you.”

“Good girl,” he whispers and pulls his fingers out of you and pulls his mouth away.

“No, no,” you whine at the lost of contact

“You better start being good, babygirl. You better start showing me that you deserve to cum.”

You really don’t mean to say it, but your bratty side comes out again. You look him in the eye and defiantly say, “Make me,” crossing your arms over your chest.

He leans over your body and picks you up, flipping you over easily. He commands you to get on your hands and knees.

“I’m going to punish you, babygirl. Do you remember the word to say if it’s too much?”

“I remember, yes.” You crawl onto your hands and knees and push your ass toward him, taunting him. You have your legs spread, and with the way you have put your head down on the mattress, your pussy is on full display for him. He can see how slick you are for him and because of him. You can feel how swollen your clit is, and all you want is for him to touch you again. Instead, he brings his hand down with a smack on your ass. You hiss from the sting, but you feel yourself growing wetter somehow. You moan and push your ass further back toward him. He lands four more spanks on the same cheek, and it stings as he rubs his hand over the spot. He presses his lips to the tender spot, and then he presses his lips against your wet pussy before pulling away. 

You try to bite back the whine that is trying to escape your chest. You turn to look at Tae over your shoulder, and you should have just kept looking forward. His pupils are huge, and his hair looks like he’s been running his hand through it. His lips are swollen, and his cheeks are pink. You let out a moan at the sight of him. Desperate to cum.

“Please, Tae. Please let me cum,” you beg, feeling like you might cry.

“Turn around, baby girl,” he says a little more gently than his last commands.

You turn around, and he steps up right in front of you as you sit on the end of the bed. He puts his fingers on your chin again and angles your head up to him. He presses a gentle kiss to your mouth, and then he grabs your hands and brings them to his belt. You can see the outline of his cock through his tight black pants. You have never wanted a cock more in your life than you want his right now.

You unbutton his pants, and the flesh of his dick is right inside the zipper. So he wasn’t wearing underwear. You push his pants down, and he steps the rest of the way out of them. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it. You look up into his eyes to wait for him to tell you what to do.

“Lie down, babygirl,” he says, and you immediately obey.

His eyes flash with realization for a moment. “I don’t have a condom,” he says in panic, his breathing quickening.

“It’s fine. Are you clean? I’m fine. Birth control. Just fuck me raw,” you can’t think and words are tumbling past your lips.

“I am clean. You’re on birth control? You’re clean?” he asks, slightly more coherent than you are.

“Yes to both. Fuck me raw, Tae, please,” you beg. You feel desperate and crazy.

He pulls your hips to the end of the bed, still standing in front of you. He drags his cock through your arousal, getting his dick slick before he presses against your entrance. He pushes slowly into you, and you feel every millimeter of him exploring every millimeter of you. You let out a loud guttural moan as he continues to push all the way in. He brings his thumb to your clit and pushes messy circles there, and you clench around his dick.

“Fuck, babygirl, you can’t do that. I’m not gonna last long anyway,” he says as he draws himself slowly back out of you and pushes back in slowly.

“Tae…” you pant.

“I know, babygirl. You have to hold on though. Remember your orgasm is mine.”

He starts to thrust in and out of you more urgently. He’s panting, hair falling into his eyes. His breath is ragged as he continues to rub unforgiving circles on your clit. He pushes his hair back with his one free hand, and his tongue darts out to lick the corner of your mouth. You feel yourself careening toward the edge, and you don’t want to disappoint Tae but also can’t stop it. You pant out his name again.

“Cum for me baby girl,” he whispers as he bites your ear lobe, thrusts becoming erratic. You tumble over the edge, warmth filling your stomach as your pussy clenches around him, and your mind goes black as your eyes pinch shut and all of your muscles contract. You let out a low, loud moan, and Tae is crashing like a wave too. He cums hard and moans a long moan, filling you with cum and continuing to fuck it up into you. His hips only stop when you have regained your senses enough to open your eyes.

After he pulls out of you, he disappears for a second. He returns with a warm washcloth. He sets to work cleaning you and then himself. He takes the towel back to the bathroom, and then climbs into bed next to you. “What can I do to take care of you, babygirl?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I want to cuddle you, and maybe watch The Grinch,” you respond in a sleepy voice.

He gets you both under the covers, then pulls your body close to his. “I’ll try to find it, but we might have to watch something else,” he explains as he grabs the remote and flicks on the TV.

“Hey Tae?” you say after you settle on watching HGTV.

He hums in response and pulls his eyes from the screen to look at you. “Can we like...go on a date soon?” you ask, suddenly nervous even though you’re both naked, cuddled in a post sex cocoon.

“I want nothing more than that...and we probably should since your pussy is already mine anyway,” he smiles a huge smile and presses kisses to your temple, cheek, and jawline. You snuggle back in and eventually fall asleep wrapped in one another.

[munimuni-muna]

Victorian Series: Prologue

This is the prologue to a collection of reader inserts of all the Jojos as siblings in one big Victorian family, all fathered by Jonathan’s father in Phantom Blood.

Premise: Mr. Joestar's eight children are acting quite out of character. Unbeknownst to him are the love troubles each Jojo was experiencing

Warnings: A very worried and confused father

Photo from looper.com

It is a truth universally acknowldged that all of Mr. Joestar's children doesn't quite fit in too much with the Victorian crowd. And as a father of 8, he has learned to accept that fact. He was used to judging stares (both agreeable and distasteful ones, depending on which child they were looking at really). But he loved his children dearly, more than what societal standards might say. They're all very good people in their own way;

First there is his kind, and admittedly quite clumsy, Jonathan who is always first at the dining table. Most times he failed to wait for his other siblings to come. The behemoth is always quite hungry! Goodness knows which side of the family he got that from.

Second is his very cheeky rule breaker, Joseph. His actions are more questionable to him than most of his other children. He found it hard to lecture Joseph. This boy only seemed to listen to his fisticuff trainer, Lisa Lisa. And how many times did he tell Joseph not to fight in the underground arenas in town? He couldn't count anymore.

Third, (Mr. Joestar had to heave a sigh) his utterly rude but well-meaning Jotaro. This boy was born in a ship while he travelled with his beloved wife. And the name was kindly suggested by his Japanese crewmate and friend. He said it was supposed to signify a person with a pure heart, depending on how it is written in the complex characters of the Japanese. But, my oh my, how Mr. Joestar wished he'd lower his voice sometimes especially towards his siblings.

Fourth is his bubbly and spirited Josuke (his wife became quite fond of Japanese for a time). This boy is his ultimate mediator, together with the occassional Giorno who may or may not mediate, helping resolve sibling fights. He'd do anything to help his loved ones just don't mention his peculiar hairdo. Even he has to keep quiet about his opinions of it.

Fifth is his ambitious and enigmatic Giorno. He seemed to be doing really fine in law school. The boy has a dream, a political one. And it excited Mr. Joestar to see it unfold. Hopefully, the Lord could spare him a life a little longer than his beloved just to see not only Giorno, but all his children succeed.

Sixth is his only flower, Jolyne. Blast! How in the world did Joseph manage to pull Jolyne into the fisticuff world?! But if he thought about it, his daughter never really was the embroidery or baking type. She always rode horses with Johnny or play chess with him when he had time. Still, this girl never failed to greet him everytime he came home tired.

Seventh is the Joestar's resident jockey, Johnny. It seems that he's been doing well and is able to ride horses again after meeting their new Italian neighboor, Gyro Zeppeli. Mr. Joestar's happiness at the sight of him riding again instead of brooding gave the father in him joy. He always tried to please the boy before to no avail. He only had Gyro to thank.

Last is his quiet and curious Gappy. This boy disliked public gatherings, even intimate ones! And that he shared with Jotaro. Gappy's lack in social skills he poured in his passion, taxidermy. Entering his room is always a marvel to Mr. Joestar. It was full of cabinets lined with animals he neatly worked on. And he thought it uncannily awesome!

But as of the moment, Mr. Joestar found himself in a predicament. All his children aren't acting like they used to.

As the usual first person sitting down for breakfast, the most uncanny sight befell him; Gappy, who always arrived late for any arrangement, was the earliest, even before him nor Jonathan at that! Where was Jonathan? And what was the occassion?

"Ah, what is this peculiar sight?" Mr. Joestar noted as he sat down.

"Father." Gappy offered him a tight smile before focusing his gaze on his lap again. His usual bright purple eyes was splashed with what could Mr. Joestar assume to be loneliness.

"Is everything okay?" A worried father had to ask.

"Yes." Gappy answered with a heavy sigh.

What a very convincing answer. Mr. Joestar thought. Before he can inquire more upon the subject, Joseph stomped his way towards the dining table, pulled a chair, and slammed his bottom on it to join this very happy morning they currently have. He rested his elbow on the table while his cheek pressed to his palm. Mr. Joestar would scold him for his rude behavior if not for the unusual visible frustration on his visage.

"It's rare to see a pout on your face, Joseph. What's the matter?" He asked.

Fortunately for Mr. Joestar, Joseph was chatty enough. "Bloody hell!" Joseph began, and Mr. Joestar had to stop himself from spitting his morning tea. "How the hell should I have known she liked daisies more than roses?!" Joseph yapped.

"D-daisies?" Mr. Joestar was at a loss. And to his dismay, Joseph went back to sulking which didn't really help him understand what was happening.

Mr. Joestar was still in the process of understanding his two sons when another arrived;

"Good morning." Jotaro greeted as he sat down. Even Gappy and Joseph were surprised upon hearing this. Jotaro never greets anyone. That is just a fact they've all silently agreed upon. "Jonathan's not eating today. He told me to tell you."

Wait…not….Jonathan is not eating? What in God's holy name is happening to his sons?! Yes, part of him is glad that Jotaro decided to finally be polite for once. But he's not even done processing his other sons' situations yet!

"What's for breakfast?" Johnny, who just got out of his downstairs room, joined the party with a wide smile spread across his face.

Mr. Joestar gaped at the sight of his lanky blonde son actually sitting with them for breakfast. Usually, Johnny would be in a hurry to go riding with Gyro!

Mr. Joestar sat there wondering if these were really his sons. Perhaps he was still dreaming? Maybe the Lord Almighty answered some of his prayers that his sons be polite for once? Well, he couldn't say so with Joseph, but still. Oh if only his wife was still with them. What would she do?

The head of the family wasn't spared still when he saw his only girl walking down the stairs. "Jo-Jolyne?" He was wide-eyed in utter surprise. His flower was wearing a dress, a contrast to her usual boyish trousers and blouse.

"You look okay." Jotaro complimented. Mr. Joestar had to clean his ears. Did Jotaro really just say that?

"Thanks." Jolyne mumbled, face coloring a little at the sudden remark from the most unexpected person. "I didn't want to wear it." She said, crossing her arms over her chest after sitting down with them. "My valet insisted." Her face colored more at the mention of her valet.

Following Jolyne was a disheveled Josuke, wearing the same trousers from yesterday, his crumpled undershirt half tucked under it. And most shockingly, his hair was undone!

"Apple Charlotte anyone?" A familar voice asked. And when Mr. Joestar found the owner of the voice, he was greeted with the sight of Giorno. He wore a white apron, Apple Charlottes carried by hands clothed with mittens. Did Giorno…bake?! Since when does he bake?

And Josuke too. Where is his usual crisp clothing? Of all his sons, Josuke was the only one who didn't need a valet. Just what was happening?!

Mr. Joestar closed his eyes, massaging his forehead in a circular motion. The Apple Charlottes smelled divine, but his mind was somewhere else. This was it for Mr. Joestar. His mind couldn't fathom whatever phantom turned his children into this. He pondered on their change in routines; What happened in the past few months before this? He paused for thought.

Jonathan frequented the Viscount's home recently. He always brought gifts to that specific household after the summer gathering. Who was he visiting there?

And Joseph? He still trained under Lisa Lisa but is somehow more enthusiastic than ever when he's up for training. And he always complained that training was hard, but recently all Mr. Joestar hears from his son was how exciting it was. What was altered in their training module? Maybe he could ask Lisa Lisa about it?

Jotaro had two recent voyages on the same ship, The Arbella, to collect some samples of marine life for his studies. And he's about to set out on another on the very same. What sets this ship apart from the others, he wonders. He knew Jotaro had the affinity for golden pins, so maybe he has a budding interest in ships?

Josuke visited London a lot recently. And when Mr. Joestar asks about it, the boy would only give a vague answer. What worried him was his exploits and the people he surrounded himself with. At least Joseph was being blunt about his excursions. He just hoped Josuke was not in any kind of danger.

Giorno came home for a break, and he only reads books for a time. But where did the baking come from? When he thought hard enough, he remembered Giorno being quite happier than usual when his break started which was odd. For he was against taking a break from law school, wanting to be done with it as soon as possible. What triggered the change then?

Jolyne recently changed valets. None of her valets ever last long because of her excursions with Joseph. But that goes the same for the latter which is why Mr. Joestar gave up giving the brute a valet at all. But Jolyne was a woman, and a woman had to look her very best when attending social functions. But maybe her current valet is doing well then?

Johnny started hanging out with Gyro which brought about good change. But why have breakfast with them all of a sudden when he was always excited to meet his best friend?

Gappy always hung out with his childhood best friend, and they did taxidermy together. Nothing really changed. As far as he knew, Gappy's friend was now out on the marriage market. So is that it then?

Mr. Joestar had a lot to think about.

That's it for the prologue! Hope you enjoyed it.

Some notes:

I know it's very Regency, but I just had to make a Jane Austen reference for that first paragraph.😋

Taxidermy is a very normal hobby in Victorian England.

Valets are people who help their lord/lady dress themselves and accompanies them to events.

Fisticuffs = Boxing

And in case you're wondering, Apple Charlotte looks like this:

Picture from bbc.co.uk

Jonathan’s story is right here>>>> https://munimuni-muna.tumblr.com/post/635990891462606848/victorian-series-part-i-the-viscounts-daughter

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A Jewel Beneath The Moonlight [Reposted Anniversary]

If you’ve get to read the first chapter, you can read it on Tumblr. Alternatively, you can also find it on AO3 along with this chapter.

@today-in-fic @mypanicface @impulsive-astrophile @enigmaticxbee

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Chapter Two.

The accommodation is located on B-deck, easy enough to find. Phoebe and Mother get stopped along the way, a conversation proceeds in the middle of the hallway between the two women and some other people Mulder doesn’t care to remember the name of. His father shakes his head leading Mulder away.

“They’ll come when they’re ready,” Bill says as they continue to walk to their rooms.

And the rooms are nice enough; mahogany furniture, floral tapestries covering the couches and chairs. The bedroom is large: a walk-in wardrobe Phoebe should hopefully be happy with. He touches the pillows and his disappointment comes when he finds they are feather. He places it back down.

What’s a bit of lack of sleep for a week?

In the mirror, he catches the reflection of the safe. Spinning around on his heels, he walks over to it, pulling it open. His hand strokes the inside feeling the cold iron. It’s of decent size, enough room to place valuables. He looks to the carry-on he’d brought on with him, an idea in his head. Reaching into the bag, his fingers gripping hold of the old leather book. Pulling it out, he places it inside the safe. With a bit of manoeuvring he manages to fit it in and is still able to lock the safe afterwards.

Few people know about that book, a few more know about his talent that comes with it. Phoebe knew about the talent but not the book. His parents know briefly of his talent but again, not the book. The book is his and while he is in no way ashamed of his drawings- in fact, if one were to turn the first page they would be met with a very innocent drawing of his sister, however a bit further on and they’ll find the not-so-innocent drawings. It was those he wanted to keep secret.

“Fox!” he hears Phoebe’s clear-cut voice break through the air. Sighing, his moment of peace over, he double-checks that the safe is shut and locked and exits the bedroom to see his dearly beloved fiancé and the mutt she holds in a cage.

Mulder groans.

“Did you really have to bring that thing, Phoebe?”

Phoebe looks at him as though he’s just told her she wouldn’t be eating dinner for a month.

“Of course I had to bring her Fox,” she says in utter disgust. “Did you just expect me to leave her behind?” She takes the Maltese out of its cage, giving the cage to one of her maids before she holds the animal up.

“I know you don’t like the cage, sweetie. You can stay out of it from now on.” The dog begins fussing in her arms and Phoebe gasps. “Tuppence needs a potty break,” she hands the dog out to Mulder. “Take her.”

Mulder stares at the hairball currently in his face. “Can’t you take her?” he asks, careful to use the word ‘her’ rather than ‘it’.

“I can’t. I need to unpack.”

“I can do that.”

Phoebe looks at him like he’s grown another head.

“No, you’ll just put things in the wrong place.”

Mulder sighs and accepts his punishment.

“Alright, where’s the leash?”

Maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that the doggy pooping area is the third class deck but it does. He had looked for an actual area originally but there didn’t seem to be one that existed, he just followed the crowd in a sense and saw another dog doing its business down there.

He lets the dog get on with it, lets it take its time too, maybe it’ll wander too far to the rail and fall off the ship, but Mulder doubts he’s that lucky.

His attention moves away from the dog to the people. A man and his daughter who sits on the rails, her back against his chest, an arm securing her so she doesn’t fall off. The father points to the islands in the distance. Mulder can’t hear the words but he imagines that she’s telling her the names of them, maybe stories about who those people were. Maybe the man knows who the people were.

A second man, older than the first, sits on a bench with his eyes shut and lets the breeze ruffle what little hair he has.

Mulder’s eyes move to another little girl who kicks a ball over to a red-headed boy. The boy picks the ball up, turning his face to the sky and Mulder watches as he balances the ball on his nose like a sealion in a zoo. The little girl laughs and as does another girl with the same red hair as the boy. Mulder finds himself drawn to it and drawn to the girl, a genuine smile breaking out across his face for what feels like the first time in a long time, his stomach twisting and heart folding in on itself all in a good way as he stares at her. Whatever this feeling is, he likes it.

“How old you do think that boy is?” a voice beside him asks. Mulder startles, never even hearing the man approach. “Fifteen? Sixteen?” Mulder moves his gaze back over to the red haired boy. “When I was fifteen, my father sent me off to boarding school.”

“You envy them?” Mulder asks. Most people he’s met in his life scorn them, question how they could live like that. A change in tune is a nice welcome.

“A little bit. Makes you wonder what experiences he’s had this far.”

The boy turns and Mulder is taken back slightly by the gash on his face.

“He’s experienced a good punch if that cut is anything to go by,” Mulder laughs. He stretches his arm out towards the man. “I’m Mulder,” he says.

The name strikes no recognition with a man for which Mulder is absolutely grateful for.

“John Byers.”

Similarly, the name does strike any recognition for Mulder either. The two shake hands just as the dogs wander over. Mulder opens the gate, attaching the leash back onto Tuppence.

“I’ll see you at dinner, then?” Byers calls as Mulder makes his way back inside.

“Yes, you will.”

Dinner turns out to be a dull affair, minus the bit of drama beforehand: Phoebe’s hissy-fit at not “having anything to wear”. Mulder had got back to the room to find that everything had been packed away. The walk-in wardrobe he thought Phoebe would be fine with only has enough room to fit half her clothes into. She’d cried that she wasn’t prepared to live out of her suitcase for a week. Mulder had compromised, given up the small area he’d reserved for his clothes to fit the rest of Phoebe’s. Now his clothes reside in his father’s room.

All in all, the whole debacle had delayed them by thirty minutes.

Other than that, the dinner itself was a dull affair. Mulder was continuingly zoning out throughout it, his thoughts entirely focused upon the girl on the deck. Who was she? Why couldn’t he think of anything else? Why did he feel what he felt? What did he even feel?

“Fox…Fox…” he swears he hears his Mother saying.

It’s Phoebe’s sigh of annoyance that forces him out of his reverie.

“He’s doing that thing again, Mother.”

“Fox!” his father barks. Mulder looks to his father, dazed for a moment and fully aware he has no idea what conversation is going on. “Mr Skinner is speaking to you.”

Mulder looks towards the bald man, only now realising that he had joined their table.

“I’m sorry, Mr Skinner,” Mulder apologises. “You were saying?”

“I was just congratulating you and Miss Green on your engagement,” Skinner tells him.

Mulder smiles and reaches for Phoebe’s hand on the table, clasping their fingers together. Not showing anything is amiss, Phoebe smiles.

“Thank you, Mr Skinner,” Mulder says. He looks to Phoebe then. “My only wish is for this week to hurry so I can soon make Phoebe my wife officially.”

He brings the hand he holds to his lips then, placing a gentle kiss to the top of it. And Phoebe sincerely smiles at him.

Mulder’s never hated himself more.

Just as they’re finishing their third course does the conversation change once more. Mulder pays no mind to it, he nods when he’s expected to and that is all.

“You’re old friend Bill,” a man from the farther end of the table shouts over. “Spender- is he on the ship, do you know?”

“I saw his son before,” says Phoebe. “He didn’t look too happy.”

“You remember Jeffrey, don’t you, son?” Bill asks Mulder.

“Yes, he was in my Psychology class at Oxford,” Mulder answers simply before going back to his soup.

The man at the end of the table pipes up again. “I never saw the point in educating yourself on those types of subjects. Seems a waste of time.”

“Fox has a special knack for reading people, don’t you?”

Mulder nods. And I can read you people better than you think.

Dessert is on its way when the conversation changes once more. The man at the end of the table telling everyone, once again, that he has an opinion to make.

“Would anyone else sleep better knowing we weren’t sharing a boat with steerage?”

Mulder’s stomach twists.

“Mother and I saw some wandering down our hallway earlier. How they managed to get up there, I have no idea.”

“Maybe they were just lost, Phoebe,” Mulder says as gently as he can, the anger seething beneath.

“Whatever they’re excuse, a crewmember soon shouted at them to leave and off they scurried off.”

“Like rats in the woodwork, back down to the basement were they belong,” the man at the end of the table gruffly laughs.

“I’m sure they won’t be an issue anymore,” says Father.

Done with the conversation and dinner all together, Mulder denies dessert as its served.

“I just feel a bit sick,” Mulder says when questioned.

“You might have caught something off the docks earlier,” says Phoebe reaching up to touch his forehead. She looks to the gathering worriedly, “He is burning up.”

Mulder brings her hand away. “I’ll see you later on,” he says and with that he leaves the table, no kiss, no hug, no form of intimacy at all, he just leaves.

The breeze is welcomed from the hot and stuffy dining room. For all their visitors at the table Mulder hoped the man he met earlier- Byers- would have joined them. It would have been nice to know someone thought the same things as him.

He makes his way to the back of the ship, away from on-lookers and those who would judge him, happy to find the stern empty.

He walks over to the rails, feeling the cold oak between his fingers as he looks out to the darkness around him. His mind drifts back to earlier, to the father and daughter and he finds himself beginning to climb the rails.

His heart is in this throat every step. Mulder never considered himself afraid of much, if he was dared to do something he’d do it but maybe it’s the fact that he’s alone that scares him. Whenever a dare in involved there’s always at least another person, someone to catch you if you fall, someone to pull you back when they get too scared but out here it’s only him- only him, the ship, and the sea and if he falls that’s it.

He thinks about how that little girl must have felt. Was she scared at first? Did she refuse to sit on the rail for fear of falling? Was it only when she felt her father behind her, arms around her chest that she felt safe, that she knew she wasn’t going to fall?

“I hope you’re not considering jumping?”

Mulder startles, almost losing his balance in the process. He grips the rails tighter, wondering if this was such a good idea after all.

A nervous laugh falls from his lips.

“I wasn’t until you nearly made me.”

“Sorry,” the woman says. A woman’s voice. “I just saw you climb up there and got a wee bit nervous, that’s all.”

Mulder twists slightly so he can see the person. As he turns, he almost falls again when he realises who’s standing there.

The red-headed girl from earlier.

“Maybe you should get down,” she says, face a full display of concern. She edges closer slowly. “It’s a long way down if you fall off.”

She leans against the rails just as he’d done earlier.

“Maybe I like the risk,” Mulder says, a façade of a fearless smile appearing across his face. Really, he was shitting bricks.

“You won’t like the fall,” she says, her voice serious, no hint of the playfulness he’s trying to have. “It’ll be like hitting concrete and if you just so happened to survive that, it won’t take long for the cold to get ye.”

Mulder looks down into the water directly below him.

“How long we talking?” he asks.

Her answer is quick, ready like she’d been prepared to answer all along.

“Thirty minutes for the hypothermia to kick in, one to two hours before you die.” The facts all out, she turns sombre and concerned once more. “Not exactly a quick death if that’s what you wanted.”

Gaining her point, he begins to twist on the rails, back to the sea as he jumps down.

“There,” he says, dusting himself off. “No harm done.” He looks down at her, realising just how much he towers over her. Phoebe is tall for a woman, almost his height in heels, but this girl…Mulder estimates she not much taller than 5’4.

He stretches out his hand, curious as to why the universe has thrown her in his path for a second time that day and even more curious to know why she knows so much about cold water.

“I’m Mulder.”

She ignores his hand, an eyebrow shooting up. “Mulder? I’m not entitled to a first name?”

Mulder laughs nervously again, throwing his arm to his side. “You don’t want to know it.”

She regards him, as if wondering whether he is worth an interest in or not.

“In that case…” she draws out. “I’m Scully.”