#mama mia. mama mia i miss him already.

[expergoe]

[1243] listen while you can

[stars1997]

left alone

Paring(s): Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader (Trevor Zegras's sister) Warnings: NSFW!!! Smut, making out, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (F receiving), getting caught, swearing, very vocal jack, desperate jack, Use of y/n, nicknames (baby, good girl), not edited.(let me know if i missed any) Summary: y/n gets invited to the Hughes's lake house this summer with her brother. She and Jack end up having the house to themselves. Jack then finds out that she has had a crush on him.

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All the boys were supposed to be out getting food for this big barbeque they wanted to have tonight. I was lying in bed, trying to find something to watch on Netflix, just happy to have the house to myself even if it’s only for a short time.

This summer has been crazy. The lake house has been filled with a bunch of rowdy hockey players, and being the only girl in the house, it can sometimes get overwhelming.

After what felt like ages of trying to figure out the TV and then pick something to watch, I finally decided to watch Mamma Mia.

This was my first time coming to the lake house. Normally, it’s just Trevor who gets invited.

Ellen thought it was a good idea for the boys to invite me. I have been cooped up in my dorm room all school year, so I needed a good vacation.

I also think she told them to invite me because she knew that you have had a crush on Jack for a while now.

As I was pulling the comforter over my legs there was a knock at the door. But before I could answer, they just let themselves in.

Jack walks into the room and tosses himself onto the bed. “Hey.” He says his voice monotone as he puts his hands under his head before his head hits the pillow, his eyes focused on the TV mounted on the wall in front of the bed.

He gives the TV a weird look and reaches for the TV remote. He was already changing the channel before I could even register what was going on. Jack and I have never really hung out alone. So, him choosing to hang out with me caught me off guard.

“Hey, I was watching that!” I say, reaching over to try and take it out of his hand.

“Mama Mia sucks. I’m putting on Jaws,”  he says, still no emotion in his voice as he speaks.

“Don’t you have a TV in your room? Why did you have to come into mine to watch it?” he scoffs at me like I’m supposed to know why he’s in my room.

“Jaws is scary. I was also lonely because the guys left without me to go get the food,” he says, turning the volume up on the TV. I let out a huff and rested my back against the headboard.

Jack made himself comfortable as I picked up my phone to text my friend about what was happening.

y/n:

Jack is in my room right now. He just walked in and changed the movie that I was watching. I don’t know why he couldn’t just watch it in his room. He told me that he was lonely.

y/f/n:

Omg! He totally likes you! You should tell him that you like him.

y/n:

No, I'm not doing that. Are you crazy? He’s just going to laugh in my face and then it’s just going to be awkward between us.

y/f/n:

I mean why else would he be in your room right now if he didn’t like you? I say go for it! I love you and all but I'm tired of hearing you talk about how hot he looks when he has just woken up and that you wish he would just rip your clothes off you.

y/n:

Whoa! I have never said that!

y/f/n:

You didn’t have to I always know what you are thinking about. That’s why we’re best friends. Now go and get your man.

You know that nothing could ever happen between you two. Trevor would not be happy to find out that his best friend is getting with his sister.

I place my phone down and get up to go grab a snack. When I come back to the room I see Jack looking through my phone.

“Why the hell are you going through my phone? How the fuck did you even get into my phone? It was locked when I left.” Putting the bowl of popcorn down, I run over to where he’s now sitting on the side of the bed and snatch my phone out of his hands.

“It kept dinging, and I see you type in your code all the time,” he said a smirk now on his face. “So… you have a crush on me?” The smirk never left his face.

“No. What would make you think that,” I say trying to play it off. Trying to act like he wasn’t just looking through your messages with your friend. “Well, first you’re a horrible liar. Second, you are texting your friend about how you think I'm so hot when I have just woken up and that you wish I would rip the clothes off you.” I’m now painfully aware of how close we are to each other. I’m standing so my legs are in between his.

“Now what if I told you that I have liked you for years? And it’s been hell not being able to tell you.” He looks up at me as I cross my arms at what he’s saying. “You're just messing with me because you now know that I like you. So, qui-” He cuts me off by standing up and kissing me.

“Is this ok?” His voice is almost a whisper, almost too quiet for me to hear over the movie that’s still playing. like he was scared to ask.

I shake my head yes. His lips find mine again. The kiss is hard and fast like he was scared I might pull away. “I have been wanting to kiss you for so long,” He says, bringing one of his hands up to cup the back of my neck. His other hand finds its way to my lower back, right above my ass, as he kisses me again.

His hands now travel to the back of my thighs picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He sits back down on the edge of the bed. My hips rocking against him, trying to relieve the tension that has grown between my thighs.

He lets out a grunt, moving both his hands up to my waist so he can help me grind against him. “Fuck. If you keep going, I'm going to cum soon,” he says, still grinding me against the bulge in his pants. “Jack. Please, I need you,” I say, my voice all breathy and whiny.

That’s all he needs to hear before he picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I pull my shirt over my head throwing it to the side. He climbs over me, taking the waistband of my sleep shorts in his hands, and pulling them off me. I’m now in nothing but my underwear. His eyes rake over my body before he kisses me again.

His lips travel down my body to right above my underwear. He hooks his finger in my underwear and pulls it down, placing a few kisses on my thighs as the cold air hits my wet folds.

“Fuck, you're beautiful. If I had known that you liked me as well, I would have asked you out a long time ago,” he says before he hooks his arms around my legs, his hands holding me down at my hips. Kissing me one last time on my thigh before he licked up my folds, sucking my clit into his mouth.

I let out a gasp that turned into a loud moan. His tongue flicks over my clit as he sucks. I try to buck my hips up, his hands keep me in place. His beard scruff rubbing my thighs, creating a burning feeling, and adding to the pleasure. My hands make their way to his hair, tugging hard. He lets out a few grunts as he switches from sucking my clit to lapping at my entrance, making me moan.

“Jack! Fuck, I'm getting close. Don’t stop!” My hands still tugging at his hair. His hands grip my thighs as he pulls me closer to his face. Letting out more grunts he moves back to sucking and licking at my clit.

A loud moan leaves my mouth and my back arches off the bed. “Jack! Oh god. Yes. I’m-.” My sentence gets cut off with another loud moan as my orgasm hits me hard.

“Fuck y/n. you taste so fucking good," he says, kissing his way back up my body, stopping to suck on my nipples.

When his lips make it to mine, I can taste myself on his lips. He pulled away to take his shirt off, now only in his gray sweatpants. A wet spot where the tip of his cock sits pressing against the fabric.

“Lay down I want to ride you,” I say making my way to straddle him.

I reach my hands out and touch his chest. Running them down so they rest on the waistband of his sweats. Only pulling them down enough to pull his cock out.

My thumb slides over the tip and he lets out a hiss. “Come on baby don’t tease me.” His lips form into a little pout.

I adjust myself so I’m now hovering over his cock. I run his tip through my folds, and he lets out little whines. I slowly slide him in, and he tries his best to hold back a moan. “Fuck! Baby, you're so tight. You feel so good around me. Move baby. Need to you move please.” His voice is desperate.

His hips bucking up into me. I start bouncing, and my head tips back from the pleasure. I feel his hand slide from my hips up to my breasts. I let out a loud moan as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“Shit. You're doing good. Such a good girl for me.” He thrust to meet my movements. “Jacky! Yes!” My nails run down his chest. With every thrust, he lets out a little whine and mumbles curse words under his breath.

We were too focused on each other to hear the front door close downstairs or the footsteps up the stairs.

“y/n! Jack! Come help us bring in the food,” Quinn yells as he makes his way up the stairs. Shocked expressions make their way onto our faces as we scramble to move away from each other. I grab the closest thing to cover me, it so happens to be Jack's shirt pulling it over me. Jack pulls up his sweatpants and I'm sliding on my underwear right when the door opens.

“y/n have you seen-” Quinn’s mouth drops open and looks between the two of us. Then he lets out a laugh. “Oh boy. Trevor is not going to be happy about this,” Quinn laughs. “Trevor! You owe me twenty dollars!” Quinn rushes out of the room and back down the stairs. I look at Jack wondering if he knew what Quinn was talking about. He looks at me just as confused. We make our way down the stairs following Quinn into the kitchen.

“You owe me twenty dollars,” Quinn says with a big smile on his face. “No! I told you I was not making a bet on when your brother and my sister were going to hook up. That’s gross bro. Jack, I’ll beat your ass later but right now we have a barbeque to host!” Trevor makes his way back outside. Me and jack just look at each other in shock.

“you guys knew?” I ask, now very confused. “Yeah! Your crush on him was so obvious to everyone, well except to him,” Trevor yelled into the house. Everyone let out a small laugh as they went out to help Trevor outside.

[snapghoul]

My, my, how can I resist you?

Vignettes of Bradley and Jake’s adventures in Texas

Notes: these two I swear, I wanna put them in a box and cherish them (and also shake it)

Warnings: none

Song: Mama Mia - Abba

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“Jake… are you��� never mind.” Bradley sighed as he stood on the other side of the railing, watching the blonde effortlessly mount the horse his parents owned.

“See, Roo, this is the true Southern charm. You can’t go wrong with an old stallion,” Jake said, guiding the horse along the rail so he could look down at Bradley. “Y’know, ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.’”

Jake tipped his hat playfully, and Bradley rolled his eyes. He had already experienced a lot by agreeing to go on leave with Jake—storm chasing with Jake’s brother, rodeos, and even a rather depressing aircraft museum. If he hadn’t felt the full extent of Southern charm yet, he was certainly missing something.

“Just don’t say that with your mother watching from the porch,” Bradley warned, sensing Mama Seresin’s watchful gaze from her seat on the porch.

“You’re no fun,” Jake replied, sticking out his tongue before yipping and kicking his heels, trotting off into the pasture.

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“You can’t dance?” Bradley laughed, holding onto Jake’s hands, who looked decidedly unamused at Bradley’s mirth. Jake’s expression was deadpan, his mouth a tight line.

“Keep laughing, and you’ll be on the floor tonight,” Jake grumbled, trying to pull his hands away, but Bradley’s grip remained firm.

Bradley drew Jake closer, and they began to sway together. There was no music—only the sounds of the wind, birds, and the gentle chime of the wind chimes on the porch. Jake struggled to escape the taller man’s hold.

“No, no, we’re dancing,” Bradley insisted with a grin, spinning slowly. Jake, albeit reluctantly, followed along as they twirled around his childhood bedroom.

“Mr. Best at Everything, not only can’t dance, but you’ve got no rhythm either,” Bradley teased. “No wonder you always disappear when I start playing at the Hard Deck. If you wanted, I could save a spot for you on the bench; all you’d have to do is sit pretty and smile.”

Jake rolled his eyes, trying to dismiss the flirtation, but the faint blush on his cheeks and ears betrayed him. “I’m not some pin-up, Bradshaw.”

Bradley grinned and leaned in, his mustache brushing Jake’s lips. “No, but you are pretty.”

Jake didn’t have a chance to respond with a sarcastic remark before Bradley’s lips captured his in a soft, sweet kiss. Jake smiled into it as they swayed lazily in the darkness.

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“What am I, your personal chair?” Bradley laughed as Jake wedged himself between his legs, leaning back against his chest. Jake draped his arms over Bradley’s knees, settling in.

“Cals took the beach chair,” Jake explained, glancing over at his little niece, Callie, who was happily snacking on crackers and cheese in the stolen chair. For some reason, this prompted Jake to make himself comfortable on Bradley’s towel at the lake.

“Move your legs; you’re squeezing me,” Jake complained, patting Bradley's thighs as he adjusted his position. Bradley had been enjoying the scenery before all this.

“I know ‘please’ is in your vocabulary,” Bradley said, giving Jake’s arm a playful squeeze with his legs. Jake groaned, glancing back, his hair flattened against Bradley’s chest.

“Move your legs, please,” he insisted, his tone more demanding.

“Fine,” Bradley replied with a grin. He shifted, wrapping an arm around Jake and pulling him closer.

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“No! I want to sit next to Rooster!” Callie shouted, gripping the chair in the restaurant with all her might. The six-year-old was determined to claim her spot beside Bradley. Jake frowned, trying to lift her by her arms.

“No, Uncle Jake gets to sit next to Rooster!” he insisted, but Callie held on tightly, the chair moving with her as he attempted to pull her away.

“No!” she cried, reaching for Bradley as Jake finally managed to shake her free. Now, she clung to Bradley’s shirt, her grip so tight it looked like it might rip.

Sophia, Jake’s older sister and Callie’s mother, was in the bathroom with her youngest, while Jake’s mom and her husband laughed at the scene.

“Get your grubby hands off him!” Jake said, struggling to pry her away from Bradley, who was trying to keep her from toppling over. The chair was forgotten; Callie was fighting tooth and nail to stay next to Bradley.

“Callie—how about I scoot down a seat, and you can sit here?” Bradley suggested, trying to diffuse the situation. For the past two days, Callie had been glued to him, especially after he agreed to play cowboys with her when Jake was too busy.

“No! I want this side!” She shook her head defiantly and tried to bite Jake’s hands.

“No, this is my side! Don’t make me get your mother!” Jake warned, aware that Sophia had been on edge lately with a newborn to care for.

“My mama's gonna smack you!” Callie shot back, and Jake looked genuinely shocked. Bradley snorted, turning his face away to hide his laughter.

“I’ll use all your toys as missile targets, every single one,” Jake said, leaning closer, though his threat was more playful than serious. Callie met his gaze for a moment before releasing her grip on Bradley with a huff.

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“Hallmark movie,” Bradley chuckled, watching Jake arrange everything in the bed of the old tan pickup truck.

“Oh, yeah! This is page one of the Southern woo playbook. I’m gonna hallmark the shit outta you,” Jake shot back, leaning over the truck bed with his hands resting on the edge, his black cowboy hat tipped slightly back.

“Stargazing in a truck bed is step one? I’d think asking me out would be first,” Bradley laughed, flicking Jake’s hat playfully.

“Oh, darlin’ Bradley Bradshaw, will you go out with me and watch the stars?” Jake exaggerated his Southern drawl, sarcasm dripping from his words. Bradley's laughter filled the air—Jake loved that sound.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Bradley grinned and climbed into the truck bed, settling onto the blankets.

Jake plopped down beside him, and they initially laid side by side, the truck bed too narrow for comfort.

“We look like two dead bodies back here,” Jake joked, and they both burst into laughter. After a moment, they adjusted into a more comfortable position. Jake leaned back against Bradley, who now wore his hat to avoid creasing it.

“I’m really glad you came,” Jake said, beaming at Bradley.

“Me too,” Bradley replied, a warm smile spreading across his face as he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Jake's lips.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : RUNNING ERRANDS

It was a Monday afternoon, you and Mia had a plan, and that plan consisted of avoiding Jack and making sure he didn’t see you leave.

“Okay Mia bug, we have to be real quiet and make sure daddy doesn’t see us.” You two are going down the stairs, trying to be quiet since you know Jack was in the kitchen fixing himself a peanut butter sandwich, thank god you convinced him not to mix it with the leftover chicken you had in the refrigerator.

“Okay mommy.” Mia whispers back.

You grab your purse, but as soon as you open the front door Jack is standing on the other side looking at you both with his hands on his waist.

“And where do you think you two are sneaking off to?”

“We’re going to El Mercado.”

“No you’re not, we went two days ago.”

“Daddy, we running errands.” Mia says from behind you.

Jack raised his eyebrows in amusement “Babe, going to Target and Ross isn’t considered errands.”

“To you, to us it definitely does. Plus we’re not going to Ross, only to Target and Zara.”

“Oh I’m definitely coming with you both then.”

“Uh no you’re not. You’re staying here and finishing that swing in the yard. Plus, you have a zoom meeting in a few and the little man is down for his nap .” You remind him.

“Please, only stuff you need.”

You roll your eyes and smile at him, “Okay.”

“I mean it.” He shakes his head.

He already knows you’re about to shop and buy whatever grabs your attention, but he had to try.

He absolutely hates it when you go run your so-called errands. Those errands you claim to run usually means hitting up Target, Costco, Ross, Marshall’s and Zara.

Especially if you take Mia with you, he knows his pockets are about to be hurting for a while.

“I’ll see you later okay?” You go to kiss him goodbye and rush Mia and yourself into your G-Wagon.

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As promised, you only went to Zara and Target, but you also made a quick stop for some lunch. All the shopping got you and Mia hungry.

Three hours later, you and Mia are currently waiting to pay at Target

“Your total is $800, will it be cash or card?”

“Card please.” You slide your card and wait for the confirmation sound that it went through.

“Sorry, the card was declined.”

“Excuse me? There must be a mistake, I just paid not even thirty minutes ago at another store.” You tell the cashier.

“Is there another card you’d like to try?”

You dig through your wallet and take out two more credit cards. “Yes, try these two please.”

“What’s going on mama?” Mia asks from her spot in the cart.

“A misunderstanding baby, it’s okay.” You notice the line getting long, and you start getting nervous and embarrassed.

“Sorry miss, all cards have been declined.”

“Do you accept Apple-pay?” You ask in hope.

“Yes.” She nods.

After you finally pay, you make it to your car and unload your shopping bags.

You call your bank immediately.

“Yes, Mrs Harlow, it seems like your husband called us to get new cards mailed.”

“When was this call made?”

“This afternoon, is everything okay ma’am or was there a mistake?”

“Oh no no, everything is fine. Thank you very much. You have a great day.” You hang up and shake your head.

“Is daddy in trouble mommy?” Mia asks, taking a bite of her cake pop.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet bug. We’ll see.”

Just then Jack is calling you, but you decide to ignore his call, and every call and text that comes in after that.

••••••••••••

Once you are home, you pull into your driveway, and help Mia out of her seat, she helps you with some bags that aren’t too heavy for her.

Mia is opening the front door and walking into the house.

“I thought something happened, why didn’t your mom answer her phone?” Jack asks Mia, stopping at the foyer of the house.

“Daddy.” Mia rolls her eyes. “We were busy.”

She drops the bags on the floor, crosses her arms and looks at her father. “You’re in trouble, and you need to go help with the rest of the bags.”

You are walking into the house with ten bags from Zara and once you come face to face with your husband, you glare at him.

“W-what happened?” Jack asks you, smirking and scratching his head.

“Oh don’t give me that. You know exactly what happened.” You place the bags on the floor with the ones Mia brought in. “You’re lucky I had Apple Pay. We were in line at Target and my cards kept getting declined. That was embarrassing.”

“You had fifty dollars in your purse, I made sure of that.” He shrugs.

“And how was I supposed to pay the $750?”

“YOU SPEND $800 AT TARGET?”

“Things the kids need, and I got some stuff for your man cave so relax.” You roll your eyes.

“Is this the rest of the bags?” He starts looking through the bags.

You shake your head “No, there’s more.”

“Babe, since when do we need ten candles? And all these Matcha packets?.”

“There was a special, leave me alone.”

“I don’t even want to go get the other bags. I’m scared of what I’ll find.”

“Dad.” Mia interrupts.

“Yes baby?”

“Why do you get mad mama and me run errands?” She crosses her arms, tapping her foot on the floor.

“I’m not mad bug, I just think you two buy random stuff you don’t even need.”

“We got you and Cheesy some stuff too.” She shrugs.

Jack laughs at that. “Things we need or things you and your mama think we need?”

Mia groans and runs off, but comes back just as quick. “You need money? That’s why we can’t use the cards?.” She hands him her swear jar. “You can have some of mine but save some for uncle Dru Dru, he needs even more money.”

“MIA, I AM NOT BROKE.” Jack exclaims.

You can’t help it but laugh. “That’s what you get.”

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LITA Ep. 5 Rewatch Thoughts Part 2

Phayu is looking WAY too happy to be called a bastard

Idk this shot is just funny

AHHHH It's our other resident cutie!! I missed you Prapai <3 Also yay for P' Aon and P' Saifah my beloveds

The exchange between Prapai and P' Saifah is so funny and I wish we'd gotten to explore the twins' and Prapai trio more in the show. That would've been so fun! As it stands take a P' Saifah side-eyeing self-proclaimed VIP Prapai

Ah so P' Saifah did hear things last night (poor him). Also I'mma need everyone to stop calling Phayu names when all he does is be a SIMP

If the beast was actually a puppy, sure. I'm not sure these boys know how metaphors work.

Poor Sky's world is about to get a lot windier with turbulence. It's not time for us to talk about that yet though. Also peep the manga collection, I stan

HE EVEN SNEEZES LIKE A KITTY I CAN'T HANDLE THIS CUTENESS

P' Phayu you're hilarious - wdym germ-spreader as if you don't literally stick your tongue down his throat in circa 5 minutes

Man is really gunning to impress the in-laws - do you see this smirk?? He knows he's won their favor (at least Mama Rain's so far). Poor Rain can feel himself being replaced as the favorite son >.<

I just know Phayu's inner-self is SCREAMING rn at seeing his triangle being so treasured by Rain. This is probably what prompted that very "you are my fate and the heavens themselves brought us together and ilysm" musical number coming up later on. Also for the millionth time, Boss has v nice hands heh

I love how utterly hypnotized Rain looks every time Phayu gets close to him. obsessed with this set of expressions, actually!

Why is Rain saying 'mia' with that look on his face so powerful?? Phayu sir how did you hold back from immediately smothering his face with kisses bc I certainly couldn't be that strong

Phayu I'm going to slap you bc what is this behavior?

Rain is understandably not ok. Noeul did a spectacular job here of giving us subdued shock and realistic tearing up. Generally speaking, he's a good crier (even in ep 3 I think he portrayed it well without overdoing it).

I love how they gave us dramatic thunder in the background to really impart the gravity of the situation. Foley artist I continue to love u <3

They also really went hard with the triangle imagery in this episode, or maybe that's just me seeing things. I do love how Rain's first instinct to get out of any Situation is to grab Phayu's arm.

"It's time to stop studying each other." Yeah ok say it without looking at Rain's lips like 50 times first, coward

You can see the tear track and Noeul does this little nose twitch here that's giving me poor meow meow. Even Phayu couldn't resist touching

Rain: is this clown serious rn?? we're talking about the WEATHER???

The audacity?!

Rain looks so distressed here, my poor son :(

He finally breaks and we get to see that oh-so-adorable-only-for-Rain nose crinkle. Phayu is lucky he's so cute or Rain would've pouted for a lot longer

Rain just went at him with the softest pillow in his arsenal. He's too nice.

I know every single one of you went back to the shot earlier of his clearly unmarked back when you first watched this. I should know. I squinted for like 5 full minutes. Phayu you're a liar :(

Rain hits him some more, and Phayu says he's already won. I really think this man looks wayyyy too smug, someone (Rain) should do something about it.

And we're back to the neck cradling. I continue to admire how quickly Rain just loses himself (as shown by his suddenly very focused on Phayu's face gaze)

To the next part we go!! Lots of sweetness ahead :)

[duckapus]

A Slice of Orange Regret

Some of the crew is hanging out in the castle foyer as usual, when Meggy trudges in, a haunted look in her eyes and some sort of poster in her hands. Tari's the first to notice her.

"Hey, Meggy! Are you...okay?"

Meggy doesn't answer at first, which draws the attention of the rest of the room, "...I messed up. I messed up real bad."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how Mario's been trying to recreate that orange spaghetti Domain and I made?"

There's a scattering of gestures and noises of general acknowledgement, a few of them a bit annoyed. It had been a bit hard to miss, given how obsessed and desperate he'd been getting, and more than a few of them had gotten caught in the crossfire of his more chaotic attempts, especially recently. And with Mario being who he is, it isn't likely that he'll be stopping his crusade for the perfect spaghetti any time soon, no matter how much some may have wanted him to.

"Well, the other day I was grabbing lunch with Desti and we ended up talking about it, and-and I wasn't thinking about where we were or who would overhear even though I really should have, and now..." she trails off and stares down at the floor, holding out the poster for someone to take.

Bob's the one to grab it, and when he sees what's on it his eyes bulge out in shock, "Sweet holy tits, you're completely fucked."

She lets out a pained whimper, and the rest of the crew crowds in to see what it says for themselves. There's several shocked gasps, a nervous 'mama-mia' from Luigi, and Saiko even clasps at her chest and says some things under her breath that go untranslated.

Finally, the poster is revealed in full...as an advertisement for a new Orange Pizza at Peppino's Pizza.

Anyone who knows both men is aware that, despite their friendship when off-the-clock, when it comes to food Mario "Jumpman" Mario and Peppino Spaghetti are bitter rivals, always seeking to one-up one another and claim the Mushroom Kingdom as their pizza restaurant's turf and theirs alone. Of course this would be how the eternally anxious pizza chef reacted to hearing about Mario's struggles with his signature food. And this was Peppino, so there was no way he'd ever be willing to tell anyone, especially Mario, how exactly he pulled it off.

Finding out that his culinary arch-enemy had accomplished what he could not no matter how hard he tried would be bad enough, but finding out that his closest friend was partially to blame for it?

SMG4 is the first to recover, shuddering at the possibilities before grinning nervously, "N-now let's not be too hasty guys. Maybe it's not exactly the right orange. I mean, restaurants make their food look better on ads and menus all the time!"

Meggy shakes her head, eyes still vacant, "Already tried it. It was just as good and orange as the spaghetti." She sighs the sigh of the damned before finally looking up again, "I have to tell him."

"Are you nuts!?" 3 grabs her by the shoulders, "Do you have any idea just how pissed he's gonna be!?"

"Well, it'll be worse if I try to hide it and he finds out himself! And that will happen, you know as well as I do there's no way to keep this from him forever." She brushes him off and starts pacing, "Look, I already texted him to come over so we could talk, he'll be here any minute, I just needed to tell you guys first to psyche myself up."

They all look around at each other nervously, then Saiko gets up, "I'll start planning the funeral."

Meggy deadpans at her, "thanks for the vote of confidence."

It's at this point that Mario bursts in, his usual stupid grin on his face, "WADDUP, PARTY PEOPLE!"

There's some scattered greetings which sound a bit nervous rather than annoyed like usual, but he doesn't notice the difference. He also doesn't notice Meggy snatching the ad back from Bob.

He hops over to Meggy, "So, you needed to talk to Mario?"

She very decidedly does not gulp in terror, thank you, "Y-yeah, uh, 4? Could we use the game room for this."

"Sure thing." As they head that way, he frantically mouths 'soundproof' to Emulator. She gets what he means and does so, reinforcing the room with Invisible Walls as well for good measure.

They enter the room, the door left slightly open for now to gauge what might be happening, and after a minute or so Lily speaks up, "maybe he's taking it well?"

This, of course, is when Mario shouts "YOU DID WHAT!?", voice rapidly taking on an eldritch echoey quality as an eerie red glow appears through the doorway-

Tari, being the closest, quickly shuts the door the rest of the way so Emmy's protections can actually...well, protect them, "That's a no, I think."

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Everyone else had gone back to what they'd been doing before, albeit now with a tense atmosphere and the occasional nervous glance at the game room.

A few hours in, Lil Coding's the first to address it, "Do you think they're done yet?"

"Let me check," Tari gets up and opens the door a bit to-

"-THEN REDIRECT PIPE 43-B TO THE WELL OF DAMNED SOULS AND FLUSH THE SYSTEM-"

-she slams it shut again just as the air starts to ripple around her, "Nope."

"Were those some kind of demonic plumbing instructions?"

Luigi shrugged, "Yeah, we've actually been studying to finally renew our plumbing licenses now that our lives and his sanity are somewhat stable again."

"And that involves damned souls?"

"Have you seen what the sewers are like in the Mushroom Kingdom? Plumbing around here isn't just clogged toilets and leaky faucets."

"Fair enough."

Boopkins lets out a nervous whine, "This is kind of overboard even for Mario, isn't it? I mean, Meggy just made a mistake."

3 juts his thumb towards the door, "hey, you wanna go in there and try telling him that, be my guest."

"-IF THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT OR DRAIN-O AREN'T AVAILABLE, MARINARA SAUCE WILL SUFFICE-"

Everyone looks over at Tari.

"Sorry! I figured it would be a good idea to check in every few minutes in case anything changes."

They all settle into the nerve-wracking, now slightly painful for their mortal minds routine for another 30 minutes or so, until finally...

"-AND STRANGLE THEM WITH A PAPAIA!"

The eldritch shouting and reality warping and red glow die down, and after a long few seconds Mario stomps out of the room in his Baked color scheme, each footstep leaving a glowing red boot-print that quickly dims to a scorch mark.

"I need to cool off. Do not follow me." His voice, while no longer as loud, is still just as intense, and everyone gives him a wide berth as he leaves.

Meggy's the next to come out, clearly exhausted and emotionally wrung-out but unharmed and un-"The-Abyss-Stared-Into-Me-And-Found-Me-Wanting." Tari pulls her into a side hug in case she loses her footing.

Her voice is small and shaky when she finally says something, "Well, he took that better than I expected."

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 5: After-Dinner Shenanigans

Mario and Luigi leave their parents house, and continue to tease each other and bond over typical brotherly things.

As soon as the boys hopped into their car and closed the door, Luigi and Mario both let out a sigh of relief. 

“Mama mia…” Mario let out. “I love our famiglia, but I am exhausted.” Mario told him. 

Luigi scratched his own forehead as he looked at Mario. “Do you want me to-a drive?” Luigi asked. 

Mario looked at Luigi with exhaustion just dripping from his eyes. “Will you?” Mario asked softly. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Sure! I don’t mind driving.” Luigi replied. 

Mario chuckled and opened the car door. “I know you don’t mind, but still…You’re not tired?” Mario asked as he closed the door. 

Luigi hopped out as well and walked past his brother to the driver's side. “Not-a really, no.” Luigi replied. “I could still go another couple hours.” Luigi admitted as he hopped into the driver's seat and closed the door. 

Mario laughed as he closed the passenger side door. “Well, maybe I’m tired because someone couldn’t keep their paws off me for a night.” Mario teased. 

Luigi groaned in pain as he held his forehead. “Did you mean to word it like we’re a gay couple?” Luigi asked. 

Mario laughed and covered his mouth. “No no, that’s-” Mario doubled over, wheezing before clapping his hands a couple times. “-That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi rolled his eyes and started the car. “Then what did you mean, oh tired one?” Luigi asked. 

Mario poked his side. “You couldn’t go one hour without tickling me.” Mario explained. 

Luigi jumped and pushed Mario’s hand away. “Don’t go around calling yourself the innocent one. You couldn’t go a single second without taunting me.” Luigi reminded him. “Yeah! Cause it’s fun to tease you!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi smiled as he turned himself around to look behind him, while pressing the gas lightly. “Well, maybe it’s fun to tickle you.” Luigi teased. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s fun to tickle me.” Mario muttered. “Tickling others is always fun.” 

Luigi changed the stick to Drive, before letting the steering wheel turn itself forward. “Well that, and you’re very cute and tickle-able.” Luigi told him with a smirk. Mario looked at Luigi out of the corner of his eye, refusing to look at his brother for fear of making his blush more visible. Then, he poked Luigi’s side. “Right back at you.” Mario shot back. 

Luigi widened his eyes and jumped, before attempting to slap his hand away. But the dude was trying to hit him without looking, and was missing every slap attempt. All the while, his face was heating up red already from just the comment and the poke alone. 

Mario laughed as he kept going around his brother’s hand and poking his brother’s exposed right side occasionally. Luigi kept driving one-handed, trying to hit Mario’s hand with his free right hand to stop him. But you could only do so much when you’re trying to focus on the road while your stupid older brother keeps poking you.

“Mario, I’m driving!” Luigi spat at him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye for a moment before looking forward at the road. 

“And I’m getting my revenge!” Mario declared. “No biggie.” He added. 

“Now is NOT the time-” Luigi finally managed to land a slap on the back of Mario’s hand. 

Mario pulled his hand back, yelping in pain, before looking at Luigi. Mario then smirked and started poking him with both his hands this time! “How well can you drive when being tickled?” Mario asked, poking his side and his belly. 

Luigi growled and tightened his diaphragm in an attempt to lessen the tickles while he drove. But everytime he had to breathe, the tickling would worsen and make him curl up enough to skew his line of vision. He should NOT be driving like this! 

Luigi finally flipped on the right turning signal, before pulling over. Somehow, the man managed to park the car without hitting the curb, while Mario only kept on poking his stupid sides. With the car put into park, Luigi turned over and began to physically play-fight with his brother. “STOP IT! You’re driving me INSANE!” Luigi argued. 

“Annoying, isn’t it?” Mario asked with a smirk. 

“VERY annoying.” Luigi warned, genuinely angry at this point. 

Mario giggled a bit. “Do you need me to stop?” Mario asked. 

“YES!” Luigi shot back. 

“Okay, okay! Ihi’ll stop!” Mario reacted, holding up his arms in arrest. 

Luigi softened his expression and let Mario’s hands go. He turned to the front of the seat, and repositioned himself. “Can’t the revenge wait until we get home? Or…ya know…Tomorrow?” Luigi asked. 

Mario raised an eyebrow. “Well which would you rather?” Mario asked. 

Luigi widened his eyes and looked forward. “I…You want me to have a say?” Luigi asked, looking at Mario out of the corner of his eye. 

Mario chuckled. “It’s your doom. You might as well have a say in your own doom.” Mario teased. 

Luigi could feel his stupid cheeks betraying him again. He began to stutter and look everywhere except directly at Mario. “Sh-Shut up.” Luigi muttered, pushing Mario’s shoulder. 

Mario laughed loudly at his blushy younger brother. “You’re so easily embarrassed!” Mario laughed. 

“Yeah? W-Well, you’re no different!” Luigi attempted to argue. 

“I can sense your confidence.” Mario said sarcastically. 

“More confidence than you have with Peach.” Luigi argued. 

Mario looked at Luigi with shock. “Hey! What does Peach have to do with this?!” Mario argued. 

“It is blatantly clear you like her, Mario. I know how you act around girls.” Luigi told him. 

“How do I act?” Mario asked, narrowing his eyes. 

“You get all competitive and smug. You act like you’re SuCh A tOuGh GuY.” Luigi exaggerated. 

“I do not.” Mario mumbled. 

Luigi guffawed before looking at Mario. “I believe some of your exact words from yesterday were ‘Don’t even think about it’ and ‘You messed with the wrong plumber’.” Luigi joked. 

“I was fending for myself! Am I not allowed to fend for myself?!” Mario asked. 

“She is 5 foot 11, Mario. You’re 5 foot freaking 1!” Luigi reacted. 

“SO WHAT?!” Mario yelled. “SHE-” Luigi paused for a moment, before sitting back, closing his eyes, and taking in a big breath. He breathed out. “All I’m saying is…When are you gonna ask her out?” Luigi asked him with a tiny smirk. 

Mario widened his eyes and blinked. He could feel his own face start to flush a slight red as he struggled to think. “B-But-” 

Luigi let out a laugh as he saw the blush. “I knew it! I knew it, I could sense it the whole time.” Luigi elbowed him a bit. “Mario has a cruuuush~” Luigi teased. 

“The more you keep talking, the more you’re gonna get it.” Mario warned. 

Luigi chuckled. “I thought I had a say in when I was being tickled?” Luigi asked with a smug grin on his face. 

“Keep going, and I may forfeit your privileges.” Mario warned. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. “You forfeit my privileges, and I may just tell Peach aaaaall your ticklish spots.” Luigi teased. 

Mario widened his eyes and covered his own middle with blatant fear. “You-You wouldn’t…” Mario muttered. 

Luigi looked forward at the road with a smug little grin on his face. “Choose wisely, Mario.” Luigi warned softly. 

Mario narrowed his eyes at him. “You don’t…” Mario looked forward at the road and hunched over almost in a pouty position. “You don’t even know all my ticklish spots.” Mario muttered. 

Luigi raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Are you sure about-a that, Mario?” Luigi asked. 

“Y-Yeah. You can’t possibly name all of them.” Mario said back. 

Luigi cleared his throat before looking at Mario and freeing his own right hand. “Sides and ribs are a good spot for starters. But I believe Peach already knows those spots.” Luigi started, making hand gestures as he talked. 

“WHA-” Mario dropped his hands to his sides and dropped his jaw in shock. 

“Armpits are a good idea too, though. However, nothing comes even close to how ticklish your feet are.” Luigi explained. 

“I-” Mario shouted, unable to think straight. “The feet are a STUPID ticklish spot, specifically the toes! And don’t get me STARTED on the big toe! Good lord, that spot could kill you in a minute tops.” Luigi explained. “But if the toes are just too resistant, one could always go for your arch or heels.” Luigi explained next. “Those work well too.” Luigi added with a smirk. 

“LUIGI-” Mario growled and looked down, covering his face. 

“Another super ticklish spot happens to be your belly button. Though it’s a bit hard to reach that spot on most days, thanks to the overalls.” Luigi added with a laugh. 

Mario let out a whine and muttered some Italian curse words under his breath. 

Luigi parked the car in the usual spot right beside the pipe that led to the mushroom kingdom. “Oh! And who could possibly forget to mention the neck!” Luigi added. “Specifically the right side and the jawline, which I’m sure Peach would find absolutely adorable, by the way.” Luigi teased. 

Mario waited impatiently for Luigi to finish his stupid infodump. “Are you DONE?” Mario asked. 

Luigi giggled and placed his hand on his chin. “I think so…Though I believe there’s one other spot I’m missing…” Luigi thought for a moment. 

Mario uncovered his eyes and looked at Luigi. “AHA!” Mario declared, pointing to him. “So you DON’T know all of them!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers. “OH! OH!” Luigi declared, suddenly remembering the spot. But before he could get it out, Mario covered up Luigi’s mouth. 

Luigi widened his eyes and yelped in surprise, before looking at Mario with slight shock. But seeing Mario’s red, embarrassed face…for some reason…helped give Luigi the small bit of confidence he needed to continue this brutal tease-fest. 

Luigi looked at the hand that was on his mouth, and narrowed his eyes. Mario’s self-defense act had been a huge mistake. And the best part? Mario didn’t even realize it yet. 

With a swift inhale, Luigi blew a raspberry on Mario’s hand. 

“eeEEEHEEK!” Mario pulled his hand back, squeezing his hand into a fist as he grew a wobbly smile and let out a few giggles. 

“Your palms!” Luigi declared, his mouth free to verbally tease him all he wants. “Though, that’s probably the strangest ticklish spot out of all of them.” Luigi replied. 

Mario looked over at Luigi for only a few seconds…before showing Luigi the most evil little smile he could muster. It was here that Luigi began to realize…that he may have just screwed up big time. 

Mario kicked his own passenger door open, and hopped out of the van. Closing the door, Mario marched his chubby little legs over to the drivers side, and opened the door. Because Luigi was still leaning against the door, Luigi ended up falling backwards out of the car. Luigi felt instant relief the moment he felt hands rather than pavement. But his relief quickly turned to fear when he saw Mario holding him bridal style. 

“WAH! M-Mario, can we pleASE TALK ABOUT-” Luigi shrieked as he was blatantly dropped right into the green pipe by his brother. 

Mario wiped off his hands, and turned around to look at the van. He decided to take a couple extra seconds to make sure that the keys were grabbed and the van was locked. Putting both the keys and his phone back into his pocket, Mario jumped into the pipe right after his brother. 

Having lived in the Mushroom kingdom for months now, Mario was used to the long slide that led to and from the Mushroom Kingdom. It was fun, and certainly felt like a wild tube slide made for adults. Mario looked forward and saw Luigi flying down the pipe in front of him. Mario brought his own hands to his sides, and allowed himself to go down faster. 

Luigi popped out of the pipe first and landed onto the grass. Mario popped out next, landing right beside him…Quite convenient placing considering the tickle fight that was about to start. 

Mario quickly crawled up to Luigi and started absolutely destroying his brother with tickles. “While we’re on the topic of embarrassing ticklish spots, Maybe I should start specifying every cute little ticklish spot on YOU!” Mario declared. 

“eEEEHEHEHEHEEE! MAHAHARIO PLEASE NOHOHOHO!” Luigi begged, trying super hard to stop his brother. 

“Now where do I even start…” Mario muttered. “Well for starters, I’ll start with the #1 cutest little ticklish spot on you: Your ears.” Mario teased, fluttering his fingers very gently on the back part of his right ear. 

Luigi snorted right away and blushed a dark red, as squeaky giggles started to leave his lungs. “EEEheeheeheehee! *snort* Nohohooo! *snort* Leeheeave my eeeheeheears alohohone!” Luigi reacted. 

“I think the funniest part is when your blush is so dark and spreading so fast, it even begins to cover theeee…” Mario gently traced his fingers right over to the top of his vulnerable ear. “Top of your ears!” Mario finished. 

Luigi snorted and tilted his head towards the tickling hand. The man just kept snorting occasionally and giggling up a storm at this point. “eeEEHEHEEHEE!” Luigi squeezed his eyes shut as he attempted to get Mario’s hands away from his fragile, tickly ears. 

Keyword here is ‘attempted’. 

“Ihit’s like your ears have flashing lights that tell people “TICKLE ME! TICKLE ME!”. It’s so funny!” Mario explained, letting out a few laughs of his own. 

Luigi covered up his face in pure embarrassment. Though he knew that teasing him the way he did would get him in trouble, Luigi still could NOT predict a lee mood to come on so quickly. It was like Luigi did a full 180 in a matter of minutes! 

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~!” Mario teased before tickling Luigi’s completely vulnerable left ear. 

Luigi let out a glass-shattering squeal. “eEEEHEHEEEEE! *snort* NAHAhaha- *snort*!!” Luigi covered his face with both his hands. “MM MMHMHMHM- *snort* -HMHMHM!” Luigi whined through his palms. 

Mario then pulled out that feather powerup from a couple days earlier, and started tickling his right ear with it. 

Luigi could’ve died from how embarrassed he was. Though the other tickle fights he had over the last couple days were great, this specific tickle fight quickly took the cake as his favorite. If it wasn’t evident enough, one of Luigi’s favorite spots to be tickled and teased is the ears. He knows it’s embarrassing. He knows what Mario is capable of doing. But he freaking LOVES IT! 

“So which ear tickles more? The right ear? Or the left one?” Mario asked curiously. 

Luigi giggled and shook his head. “Ihihihi dohohon’t knohohohow.” Luigi replied. 

“Do you need me to try it out?” Mario asked. 

Luigi uncovered his face momentarily. “Uhuhuhuhuhh…” Luigi struggled to reply. If he wasn’t so embarrassed about this little secret, he probably would’ve told Mario the truth right now in a heartbeat. But…with how the tickle community was often perceived, he knew it was going to be a lot harder than just straight-up admitting it. 

Luigi was thrown out of his thoughts the moment his left ear was tickled with the feather. “EEEHEEEK! Wahahahaha!” Luigi laughed, shaking his head left and right. Though this wouldn’t help Luigi in the slightest. In fact, shaking his head rapidly would only tickle his ear even more. 

“Too bad I only have 1 powerup feather…Two of them would be very useful right now.” Mario admitted. 

“Shuhuhushhhh!” Luigi ordered. 

“I feel like one would be plenty enough for the poor man.” Someone nearby said. 

Mario yelped and looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. Luigi had covered his mouth and squeaked in horror. He knew EXACTLY who this was, and he was WAY too embarrassed to even make eye contact with them. 

Mario scratched the back of his head as he looked at the person. “Princess, I…” Mario bit his lip, embarrassed. “How…how long have you been watching?” Mario asked. 

Peach giggled and crossed her arms. “Oh, about 15 minutes.” She replied. “There’s only one person I know who has a laugh as genuine and goofy as Luigi’s.” Peach told him.

As if it was even possible at this point, Luigi’s cheeks had started glowing an even darker shade of red. “……Eheh…oh.” Luigi mumbled, still quite tired from the giggles.  

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know if ‘goofy’ is the right word for it. Genuine certainly is, but not ‘goofy’.” Mario replied. 

Peach smiled and walked up to Luigi. “Hmm…” Peach looked down to Luigi, and offered him a hand. “Need help up?” Peach asked. 

Luigi smiled a bit and took her hand, getting up. “Thank you.” 

Mario smiled and looked at the two of them. “We should probably head inside. Did you want to come in, Peach?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smiled a bit and shook his head. He saw this coming a mile away. Peach smiled brightly and nodded her head. “I would love to!” she replied. 

Luigi walked up and opened the door for her, waving for her to come in. He closed the door when Peach went inside. “Very nice house. Small, but cute.” Peach said. 

Luigi chuckled. “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘quaint’.” Luigi said. 

Mario guffawed and looked at Luigi. “Where’d you pull that word out of?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “My head.” Luigi replied. 

“You read too much.” Mario teased. 

Luigi rolled his eyes. “And you don’t read enough.” Luigi replied. 

Peach sat down at the table, thinking for a moment. “What does ‘quaint’ mean?” Peach asked. 

Luigi smiled. “Charming, pretty, unique.” Luigi replied. “It’s a word often used to describe old-fashioned buildings, or people who were out of the ordinary.” Luigi replied. “In a good way, I mean.” Luigi added. 

Peach nodded and watched as Luigi put down a mug of tea in front of her, with the tea bag still in. “Thank you.” Peach said, doctoring up her tea as she listened to the boys bicker and chat. None of them would end up going to bed until much later. And despite knowing they’re gonna wake up feeling slightly less rested the next morning, Mario and Luigi both agreed that it was going to be worth it. 

I wanted to put this tiny disclaimer at the end...Please don't do what Mario did, and tickle the driver while the car's moving. This counts as distracted driving, and you are going to cause a car crash, followed by endless embarrassment caused by having to explain this unfortunate situation to the police. So...Don't do that. That is all. :)

[jaehyunspeachparty]

daddy jaehyun

iv.lxxxi. (a)

The End

Meanwhile, Mia and Xiaojun have come to the hospital. Johnny also followed a few minutes later. Nobody could believe what happened. "Can't you go to her?" Johnny asked Jaehyun, gently putting his hand on his shoulder. Jaehyun shook his head and continued to wait. The doctors and nurses hadn't left your room yet. Seconds felt like hours to Jaehyun. He didn't know how to do it anymore. Mia meanwhile spoke to a medical staff member. Since she was your sister and therefore a close relative, she got every information. "What happened?" Xiaojun asked when his girlfriend came back. He had Kiwoo in his arm, which he was rocking reassuringly. "A truck driver missed a red light. He appeared to be heavily intoxicated and was driving high speed. Doctors said it could have been much worse, but apparently only the front of the car was hit… " "There where Y/N was sitting…", Xiaojun said quietly and stroked Kiwoo over his hair. "Where's Mama?" Sunoh was getting restless. He was quiet for a long time, but he was also getting tired. But then Miga came to him and put her hand on his hair. "Mom is sick, you have to wait for the doctors to give her medicine." Here you could see that Miga was the eldest child. She knew she had to behave calmly now and that's why she tried to calm her brother down. "Should we ask Jaehyun to take the children with us?" Xiaojun asked his girlfriend. Mia nodded and walked over to Jaehyun, who was still staring at the door that leads to the room you're in. "Jaehyun, we'll take the kids until you know more. Is that okay?" Mia wasn't sure if he was listening. He was still rigid and looked towards the door. "Jaehyun?" She grabbed his upper arm, but he flinched. With a startled look he looked at Mia. "I…you can…" He can hardly find the words, but at that moment the door opened and a doctor came out. Jaehyun looked at the man expectantly. "You can go in now, she's awake," said the doctor and nodded confidently. Jaehyun's heart stopped for a short moment, he looked at Mia, who smiled softly. "We're waiting," she said, and Jaehyun started walking.

Jaehyun slowly walked into the room. He was afraid of what awaited him. A nurse labels a blood sample while the doctor whispers something to her. Jaehyun saw you lying in bed. You could hardly move, everything felt numb. At first you didn't notice Jaehyun, but then he took your hand and sat down next to you. "Jaehyun…", you say and realize how much strength it costs you. At that moment he burst into tears. He wasn't one to cry easily, but he was so scared of losing you. Jaehyun lay down on top of you and was so glad to have you here alive. You start crying too. It was all so much and you couldn't remember anything. "How are the kids?" you ask him then, stroking his hair. "They are all safe and sound." He smiled and was so relieved. "And Sophia?" This time you don't look at Jaehyun but at the doctor. Jaehyun sat up in surprise and didn't know what was happening. "I can't feel her…or am I deaf?" Somehow you already knew the answer. You pull down the covers and put your hand on your pregnant belly. The doctor took a step forward and you knew that good news wasn't about to come. "You were crushed in the accident. The pressure detached the placenta and blocked the oxygen supply…we haven't found a heartbeat since you were in the hospital…" You looked at your belly and you kind of knew it. Was meeting your father not a dream after all? "It can't be…how do you know that?" Jaehyun reacted with anger. He didn't want to accept that. "We've done all the tests. There's no sign of life." The doctor showed the videos of the ultrasound. There was no movement, no heartbeats…nothing. "That is not true!" Jaehyun couldn't believe it all. Anger and frustration rose in him. Your daughter was almost a finished baby. Even if she were born now, she would have a good chance of surviving. "Jaehyun…" You take his hand and look at him calmly. But then you turn to the doctor. "What's the next step?" you ask him and you don't understand yourself why you're so composed right now. "We would still induce the birth today. The nurse is just getting medicine for it." "Does that mean I have to go through a normal birth?" You were scared at the thought and slowly you felt sick. Do you really have to give birth to a dead baby? "Isn't a C-Section enough here?" Jaehyun didn't know what to think anymore. On the one hand his baby was dead, on the other hand he didn't want you to go through the pain of childbirth too. "From a psychological point of view the decisive factor is that women cope better with the loss of their child emotionally in the long term if they have given birth naturally. Since a mother-child bond develops during pregnancy, it is also important for many women to to keep their child with them for a while after the birth, so we will give you time with the child then." Jaehyun couldn't look the doctor in the eye anymore, he didn't know how to deal with it. He held your hand tightly and stared at the floor. You were composed…for whatever reason…maybe you haven't realized it yet. "I'd like to see the kids," you say, looking at Jaehyun. "Are they here?" He nodded and tried to collect himself. "Yes, they are outside with Mia, Xiaojun and Johnny. Shall I bring them in?" "Yes…" You nod and smile. Jaehyun got up and walked out of the room. Just a few seconds later he came in with Miga and Sunoh on his hands. Followed by Mia and Xiajon carrying the twins and Johnny. The doctor left the room in the meantime and gave you your time.

Jaehyun lifted Miga and Sunoh up to you. Sunoh immediately snuggled up to you. Then the twins were added to you and you breathe in the scent of your children. "I'm so glad to have you. I love you so much," you say to your children, kissing their hair, forehead, and pinky fingers. Geon was just climbing over your stomach when Miga stopped him. "Take care of the baby!" she warned him. You smile and caress her cheek. "It's okay, the baby doesn't feel anything anymore," you say. At that moment, Mia looked at Jaehyun in surprise, who just stood there rigidly and didn't know how to exist anymore. "Y/N…" Mia also went to the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes and she took your hand. "Dad takes care of her," you say to your little sister. "Dad?" Mia looked at Jaehyun, but he didn't know anything about that either. "When I was unconscious I met Dad at his house in France. We talked about everything and then it was Sophia…" You stop and reach for your stomach. Then you tell the story of what happened. Tears rolled down Mia's cheeks. She sat on your bed and cried into your shoulder. You watch everyone cry, only you couldn't...

After Mia, Xiaojun and Johnny took your kids back and left the hospital, Jaehyun stayed with you. Meanwhile a midwife and a nurse came to you. They gave you the medication to induce labor. They also gave you medication to make the birth as painless as possible. "Do you have any questions?" the midwife then asked, looking at you calmly and gently. "What happens after the birth?" You were unsure of how things will go when your baby is here. "When the baby is born, it will be wrapped up, cleaned and put in your arms if you want it. If you need time for this step, you can get it. You can calmly think about whether and when you want to have your child again. Many parents consciously celebrate the farewell to their child: they hug it, stroke it, take photos or leave footprints in order to retain as many memories as possible. If you cannot or do not like to look at your child at first, you can also ask us or ask a family member to describe her. The milk that comes in after birth can be suppressed with pills." She looked at you calmly and somehow you were glad that for the first time you got a look that wasn't pathetic. "Here the pills." The nurse put the medication and a glass of water on your table. The nurse seemed less composed. She couldn't look you in the eye. It was the first time they had to be with a still birth. To you it felt like sheer madness. Everyone was crying and losing control of their emotions, only you sat there feeling silently numb. Why don't you feel anything? Was your body still in shock? "We'll come by in half an hour and then we'll see when it starts," said the midwife and you nodded silently. In the meantime you have been taken to a room of your own. The room was only for you, far away from children and the childbirth station. Without hesitation, you swallow the medication and then lie back in bed. Everything was so quiet here…too quiet. "Jaehyun…" You look at him. He was just clearing out your stuff. Johnny had brought the birth bag here. You only prepared them a week ago. The most important things were inside, in case the birth would start soon. "Yes?" he asked quietly, but not looking at you. Rather, his gaze was fixed on something in his hands. "What you have there?" You became curious and try to catch a glimpse. Jaehyun turned around rigidly and showed you the piece he has in his hands. "We bought it for her…" It was a white onesie. A romper for your daughter… "We should put it on her," you say then. "Why are you so composed?" Jaehyun yelled across the room and you could see his fingers digging into the white fabric. His veins were popping out everywhere. But you were surprised that he yelled at you. You look at him with wide eyes and freeze. But in that moment he realized what he had just done. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" He walked over to you and sat on your bed. He took your hand and put his forehead on it. "I just don't know what to do with myself. My heart is breaking right now and this pain feels so real. I just don't want to lose our girl." He kept crying. You've never seen Jaehyun cry so much in your life. "I don't know why I'm so calm… maybe because I know she's safe with my dad? Maybe I just haven't realized it yet..." You sigh and slowly feel everything in your body contracting. You knew this feeling well, after all you had already brought four children into the world. It all felt the same. "Jaehyun…" You take his hand and when you feel the first contraction you panic a little. "It starts." You take a deep breath. "Should I get the midwife or a doctor?" he asked worried, but you shook your head. "Can you sing me something?" You look at him and feel how slowly the contractions subside. "What do you want to hear?" he asked softly and lay down next to you. "Lost…" You don't know why you wanted to hear that song, but it was the only thing you wanted. Jaehyun hesitated, but he knew he didn't want to refuse you anything at that moment. "Okay…" He took your hand and looked into your eyes. He started singing.

>>It's been a long time since you're gone Still filled up with the scent of your warmth And staring at a blank wall Drawing what's been natural Gets way more vivid when I'm lost Just wandering in the crowd where I'm standing No matter how much it sways Listening to the songs we used to relay. Nothing will change Done counting down the reasons...<<

Jaehyun was beginning to find it difficult to sing the song. He had more and more problems with every word. But you close your eyes and put your hands on your belly.

>>Honestly, wanted to say "Nobody else," but need you to stay By any chance, it might've been too late, too late And could've been obvious No time to blame All I want is having you in my day...&lt;<

He couldn't sing anymore. His voice trembled and he gasped for air. You open your eyes and wipe away his tears. "Thanks…" You kiss him softly and you were so glad he was by your side.

After half an hour the midwife was back with the nurse. They said that it can already start and you are surprised that everything happened so quickly. But the medication made a lot of things happen. Another doctor came into the room and another nurse made up your bed. "How are you?" the doctor asked, looking at you as he put on his gloves. "I don't know. How am I supposed to feel?" You sigh and you feel the next contractions. But you were drugged, the drugs were working. "Nobody knows," the doctor said softly and you were relieved that he would give birth to you. When it started, Jaehyun was standing next to you. He held your hand, your arm. He didn't leave your side for a second. And it doesn't take long and you're pushing and pushing. It was all easy, painless and quick. It was an unusual birth. Everything seemed like a dream to you, but then the doctor looked up at you again. "She'll be here with the next contraction," he said, and you nod. Jaehyun took a deep breath and he didn't know himself how he would react. The next contraction came and you started to push and then there was she. Sophia was born, but she was silent… Everyone froze. Only the doctor gave the dead child to the midwife, who cleaned and dressed her. The doctor was still taking care of the afterbirth, but you don't get all that. You look up at Jaehyun and he looks up at you. "Do you want to see her?" the midwife then asked. Jaehyun wasn't sure, but you nod. The midwife turned, took the child and came to you. You saw the onesie that Jaehyun had been holding in his hands just a while ago. And then she was in your arms. A little girl, she looked so ready… so alive. She had black hair and she looked so much like Miga. You stroke her fingers and you realize that she didn't react. Nothing moved. Her skin was cold, she had no pink lips, there was no heartbeat. And in that moment you let out a scream that was filled with pain. Jaehyun collapsed to his knees, he couldn't look at his dead daughter and you couldn't stop screaming. The young nurse couldn't take it anymore, she ran out of the room crying. A child should have been screaming here, but now it was you…

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When you came home days later, you didn't know if you were ready for it. But you are happy to have your children with you again. Jaehyun drove you home. He hasn't spoken much since your daughter was born, but neither have you. You two just exist right now. He was also not at home in the meantime. His parents took care of everything. Jaehyun never left your side, even when he couldn't find the words. You get out of the car and slowly you went into your house. Jaehyun held your hand tightly. As you enter the antechamber, you hear Kiwoo giggling, Sunoh singing, Geon squeaking, and Miga babbling. These sounds felt like balm for your soul. You didn't think your children's voices would do you so much good. You look at Jaehyun with relief and realize that he felt the same way. "Welcome home," he said, and it was the first words in a long time. You nod and you both go to the kitchen. There were white lilies everywhere in the hallway. The whole room was full of them. There were white lilies all over the kitchen. Every surface was covered with it. "What's that?" you ask quietly, looking around. "I believe these are from your sister Audrey," Jaehyun said, showing you a card. "It's so terribly hard and against nature when children have to go in front of their parents…", you don't read any further, but reach for the next card. "From Taeil: The death of such a young hopeful person is hard for all of us to comprehend…" Jaehyun read. "From Taeyong: We go as we came with nothing but us alone. The world - these are just names...Being is a miracle." You found white lilies and letters from everyone you knew. They were from all your acquaintances and friends. Tears ran down your cheeks and Jaehyun struggled with his feelings too. You stood in the room full of white lilies - the flowers chosen for both weddings and funerals symbolize renewal of the soul and express compassion. "Mummyyyyy," you suddenly hear a voice. And little feet ran towards you. Sunoh immediately fell into your arms. "Mummyyyy!" Miga came right after her brother and Jaehyun saw how his parents cautiously entered the room. "Geon, Kiwoo," you took the two babies with tears in your eyes and collapsed to the ground. "We missed you," your daughter said, looking at you with concern. "I missed you too," you say, stroking her cheek. Meanwhile, Jaehyun also fell to the ground and also took his children in his arms.

And that was it.

That was your family.

Your luck.

Your life.

Love.

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I finally wrote the ending that had been in my head for so long. Thank you to everyone who has supported me with this story over the years. I have so many good memories with this and I always enjoy reading back. Thanks to all of you who read, wrote, and brainstormed with me. I hope I was able to bring you joy with this story, you gave me a lot of joy. I'm sitting here having a really hard time finding the perfect words for the ending and I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes. I started writing the story in September 2019. It was just an idea and I didn't think it would develop that way. And it hurts me to end it here, but I think everything should come to an end. Of course I won't leave the story entirely, there will always be stories. I'm also thinking about writing a new Daddy Jaehyun story, but I'm still debating whether to publish it here or on my own blog. Even if the story ends here, I'm glad to have met such wonderful people through it, many thanks to everyone ❤

❤ Katy

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Becoming Elizabeth: the Mystery of the Missing Dudleys

Yes, the show says that Robert is the oldest, but John Dudley says "of all my children" which definitely doesn't sound like a guy who only has 2. So I assume the others do exist they've just jumbled up the ages aaaand they're either growing up in the country or in the Tudor court equivalent of an office creche. They must be pretty young not to be at court in some capacity though, since Guildford is roughly Edward's age. Maybe they're about 4-10 years old? Not younger since the parents are in their 40s.

(Also Robert is 15-16 and he's already taller than his dad HA)

And where are Anne Stanhope and Mama Dudley? Well, Jane has been at court in the past since she was sneaking off with John to a hiding place for.... scheming? A smooch? A quickie? All of the above? And John says that Robert was missing from court for 5 days when his messenger arrived. Meaning within that 5-day window, John realised Robert was MIA, told Jane, and Jane "was asking to dredge the fucking Thames for your body, boy" so Jane is probably not buried in the countryside but either at court but offscreen or maybe like, down the road. Makes sense, given Dudley is away in Scotland or in Norfolk and needs someone at court to represent him who at the same time is clearly not on the council. And Jane wouldn't be on the council (alas).

Interestingly we see the Seymour children but not Anne... so presumably Anne is at court but offscreen?

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Mini Fanfic #1074: Our Green Bean Plumber (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

8:45 a.m. at Smash Mansion: Luigi and Daisy's Bedroom........

Luigi: (Groans as He Slowly Starts to Open his Eyes and Wake Himself Up) Mama Mia.....Where....am I?...

????: Morning, Sweetie~

Luigi: (Turns to See a Very Familiar Face Laying Next to Him on.the Bed) D-Daisy? (Starts Rubbing his Eyes) Is that really you?

Daisy: (Smiles Softly) The one and only. We're finally back home in our bed.

??????: And a good thing too.

Luigi turns to see Samus and Chun-Li sitting on the other side with Chun-Li happily waving at him.

Samus: (Smirks a Bit Playfully While LettingOut a Chuckle or Two) You were so fucking hammered last night.

Luigi: (Sighs While Laying Up on the Bed and Scratching Behind his Head) Well, that explains the massive headache.....I wasn't too much of a hassle to take care of, was I?

Samus: Nah. You were just vibing and having a good time for the most part

Chun-Li: As the cutest drunk ever~

Daisy: Right?~ (Playfully But Gently Pinches Luigi's Cheek) You were so cute and adorable that I could just eat you right up!~ (Gives Luigi a Kiss on the Other Cheek)

Luigi: (Giggles a Bit Ticklishly) Daisy~ Come on- (Suddenly Gasps at a Black Circle Around one of His Girlfriend's Eyes) D-Daisy, is that-

Daisy: A black eye? Yup, the one and only. (Gently Places her Hands on Both of Luigi's Cheeks) And before you say anything, please don't blame yourself for this. What happened last night was all on me and me alone, okay?

Luigi: Okay. B-But how you did managed get yourself hurt in the first place?

Daisy: (Starts Rubbing The Back of Her Head Back and Forth) Wellllll.........

Flashback to Last Night at the Karaoke Bar........

Luigi: (Drunkenly Sings on Stage) FlY me to DA MOoN n LeT me PLayyy aMong the StARsssss

Daisy: (Places her Hands onto her Chest and Sighs at her Boyfriend On Stage) He sounds just like an angel~

Samus: (Snickers a Bit) Yeah. An drunken angel.

Chun-Li: Has he always get drunk so easily?

Samus: Yeah, our poor green bean over there is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking.

Daisy: (Turns to the Couple) But he gets even more cuter than he usual does though!~ Like, this one time, he went to Tifa's bar with her, Cloud and Dedede and he has gotten so wasted that he came back to the mansion and had De playing the acoustic guitar as he sings how much he loves me before he passed out sleeping, saying my name over and over.

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) Awwww~ That's so adorable and funny~

Daisy: Right!?~ I love that man so much I just- (Looks Up at the Ceiling Before Letting Out a Scream) ('UGGGGGH') (Places her Hands on Cheeks her Happily Twists her Head Side to Side) I can't!~

Samus: Calm down, Mayflower. It ain't that serious.

Daisy: (Immediately Glares at Samus) S-Sammy! (Starts Whispering) Ixnay on the last name....

Chun-Li: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Mayflower is your last name?

Daisy: No-

Samus: Yes. Yes it is.

Daisy: (Grumbles as She Goes Back to Glaring at Samus)

Samus: Oh quit giving me that look. Everyone else in the mansion knows that already.

Daisy: Which they SHOULDN'T!

Chun-Li: (Smiles Softly at Daisy) I think your nickname sounds nice to say.

Daisy: (Sighs Before Smiling Back at Chun-Li) Thanks, Chuns. You're sweet. Unlike your girlfriend over here.

Samus: Oh come on. I wasn't planning on making fun of you over it. At least not yet anyways....

Daisy: (Groans While Rolling her Eyes) Whatever. Just remind me to pummel Dedede whenever I see him next time, okay?

Samus: (Shrugs) Fine by me.

????: Ohhhh brother! This plumber FUCKING STINKS!

Daisy: (Immediately Gets Up From her Seat, Slams her Table and Glares at the Heckler Behind her) ('SLAM') WHO SAID THAT!?

????: (Raises her Hand Nonchalantly) Uh. Right here, Little Miss Mayflower.

Daisy: (Starts Growling in Anger)

Chun-Li: (Facepalms Herself at a Familiar Looking Woman with a Dark Purple Dress and Long Hair) Oh God. Not you again.....

Samus: You know this girl, babe?

Chun-Li: (Turns to her Girlfriend) Remember when I told you there was this woman who started poking fun at me for being old at the café earlier, the same one I also told you that I have history with in the past?

Samus: Yeah.

Chun-Li: Well, that, believe it or not, is woman I was referring to: Juri Han.

Juri: (Grins Mischievous at Chun-Li) What's happening, grandma! (Gets Up From her Table and Makes her Way to the Trio) Trying to relive your youth here tonight?~

Chun-Li: (Glares at Juri) We're having ourselves our first double date for the evening, thank you.

Juri: (Starts Snickering) Really? Who would ever date your old ass?

Samus: (Glares at Juri as Well) Me. And unless you wanna know what plasma feels like, I suggest you keep your mouth, twerp.

Luigi: (Angrily and (Dizzily) Points at Juri in the Distance With the Microphone in his Hand) YEah! YoU leAvE ChuN-Li aLONE, you ('Hic') BULLY!

Juri: Oh God. He's wasted.

Luigi: Yeah. I'm wasted. And YOU lAdy are ('Hic') VeRy MeAN!!

Juri: (Rolls her Eyes) Gee, what gave that observation away, genius?

Luigi: YoUr FACE!

Juri: ..............I mean....(Shrugs) Okay?

Luigi: No, It's Okiee-DokIE, ThAnk yOu VEry muCh! (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Now, where was I.....Oh YeAh! (Points at Juri Again) SToP being MeAn to my FriEnd CHun-Li! SHe's the preTtieSt, STroNgEst ('hic') WOman in the Whoooole WidE WoRLd and she should be ('hic') TReaTed as SuCh!!

Chun-Li's begins starts to melt by Luigi's as she happily place her hands on her chest while blushing.

Luigi: AnD SaMMy is DEFINITELY NoT the one to mEss with EiTheR! ShE's an AsS-kiCkiNG BOunTy HunTeEr who ('hic') blEw up like GaZILLION planets without tUrninG bAck ONCE!

Samus: Not the exact number of planets I've destroyed. (Smiles Brightly at Luigi While Blushing) But thanks, Weeg!~ You're actually making me blush right now.

Luigi: AnD Don'T yoU ('hic') DARE starT and mAkE fun oF mY priNcEss too! SHe's stroNG, BeaUtiFul, and TrEats me VeRY niCeLy OvEr the YeaRs and I loVe her a....(Spreads his Arms Open) WhoooooooLe much!~

Crowd: Awwwwwwww!~

Daisy: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Smiles Tearfully at her Man on Stage) I love you a whole lot too, Sweetie!~

Juri: (Scoffs While Rolling her Eyes Again) Of course he would fall for a second rate princess like you.

'Record Scratch'

Daisy: (Eyes Widened in Anger as She Slowly Turns her Head Back Towards Juri) I beg your pardon.

Juri: Are you deaf? You. Are. A. Second-Rate. Princess. And a pretty obnoxious one too. Like, the dumb blonde bimbo isn't any better, but at least she's a lot more popular than you ever was. Not even Bowser could be bothered to try and kidnap you.

Daisy: That's because I slapped his fatass across the moon once, what's your point!?

Juri: Look, I'm stating the facts here. (Walks Closer to Daisy) You're not shit, you're never gonna amount to shit, and the fact that you're dating that Player 2 loser over there-

Luigi: Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

Juri: -proves my point perfectly. (Flicks Daisy's Forehead With a Smug Look on her Face)

One of Daisy's eyes begins to twitch for a few seconds she decides to take a quick deep breath to calm herself down.

Daisy: So, that's what I am to you: A second rate princess.

Juri: I didn't stutter, did I?

Daisy: No, no. You didn't. But I do have a question for you though.

Juri: Which is......

Daisy: Can a Second Rate Princess do this!?

Without warning, Daisy delivers a right hook across Juri's jaw much to her and almost everyone in the bar's surprise.

Juri: (Places her Hand on her Cheek as She Winces in Brief Pain) Ah what the fuc-

Daisy let's out a battle cry roar before tackling Juri down to the ground pulverizing her in the process.

The crowd then rushes towards the two girls as they start chanting "Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight"

Samus: (Watches the Fight Unfold in Front of her and Chun-Li) Wellllll, that happened, surprise-surprise.

Chun-Li: Yeah, but it's nice to see Juri get taken down a peg for once.

Samus: Agreed. (Sighs While Stretching her Arms) Welp, I'm gonna try and stop our flower girl before this fight escalates even further. You mind getting Weeg off stage so we can hopefully get out of here together?

Chun-Li: (Simply Nodded) Not at all. (Makes her Way to the Stage) Weegie, it's time for us to go now.

Luigi: Do wE ('Hic') have to leave NoW? The figHt just GoT startEd.(Turns Back to the Crowd as He Cheers Daisy on) KiCk her aSs, sWeetiE! Go foR the EYeS!!

Daisy: (In the Distance) On it, honey!!

'SMACK'

Juri: ('ARGH') You BITCH!

Chun-Li: (Simply Nodded) I'm afraid so. You can barely stand normally right now.

Luigi: Oh PlEase! I ('Hic') can stand on my own ('Hic') (Starts Getting Dizzier) just F-FinE....

Luigi's about to trip down to the ground before Chun-Li swooping and catches him in her arms woth ease.

Chun-Li: I gotcha! Are you okay?

Luigi: YaYyyyyy!!~ (Reach his Hands Up in the Sky) YoU sAaaaaaved me!~ (Happily (And Drunkenly) Hugs Chun-Li) My hErO~

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) Awww~ There's no need to thank me, dear. Just making sure you're okay is all. Now come on. Let's get the girls and blow this popsicle stand.

Luigi: I like popsicles. Have yoU ('Hic') ever tried SeAsaLt IcE CrEam before?

Chun-Li: (Starts Walking Off the Stage With Luigi in her Arms) Why no I haven't. You guys should treat me to one sometime.

Juri: (In the Distance) I'LL HAVE MY REVENGEEEEE!

End of Flashback

Chun-Li: Then after that, you sung yourself to once we head back to the mansion and got you into bed.

Samus: And now we're currently banned from ever setting foot on that bar for a while.

Luigi: (Frowns a Bit Sadly) Aww....I like singing in there.

Daisy: (Gently Rubs the Top of Luigi's Head) I know you do, sweetie. But there's many other clubs around to go to besides that one, so it's not the end of the world completely.

Luigi: ('Sigh') Yeah, you're right about that. (Smiles Softly) I still had a great time with you girls. (Blushes While Scratching his Cheek a Little) Despite....me getting myself wasted and everything.....

Chun-Li: (Smiles Brightly at her New Friend) We had a great time with you too, Weegie. And thank you so much for making my birthday this year, the most memorable yet. (Leans Over and Kiss Luigi's Forehead)

Samus: (Place a Hand on Luigi's Shoulder With a Smile of her Own) We know we kept telling you this a million times by now, but we really do love you to pieces, Luigi, drunk or not.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) Thanks, Sammy. I love you guys too.

Daisy: Group Hugs!~

The ladies and Luigi happily huddle in for theor group hug for the morning.

Tifa: (Happily Knocks the Door) Knock knock!~ Company's here~

Cloud: (Holds a Tray a Breakfast in his Hands as He Walks in Behind Tifa Along with King Dedede) With breakfast.

Dedede: And a whole ton of entertainment! (Picks Up the Remote From a Nearby Dresser and Turns on the Room's Television) On y'all's TV.

Luigi: (Smiles Brightly at the Trio) Good morning, you guys!

Daisy: Perfect timing! (Chucks a Pillow at Dedede)

'BAP'

Dedede: Girl, what the hell!?

Daisy: (Glares at the Former King) THAT'S for making my last name go public, fatso!

Dedede: (Glares Back at Daisy) How many times I gotta tell ya, girlie, I ain't fat! I'm big bo- ('BAP') (Gets Hit by Another Pillow)

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Know You’re Not Alone - Patience Series Part Six

In which: Mav and Ice would take care of everyone if they could, but they’ll settle for caring for the people they can.

Word count: 3839

A/N - again this came our way longer than I meant for it to, but I’ve been waiting to actively have Jake in the story since I introduced Natasha. So here we are. Still pretty angsty, but with a couple fluffy moments too. And as always no beta we die like goose.

T/W - mentions of abuse, I can’t think of any others, but please lmk if you see any

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The weeks between thanksgiving and Christmas are a whirlwind of activity. They throw a small baby shower for Natasha, they invite Sarah, and Jake(who doesn’t show)and Natasha’s case worker. There’s gifts and cake and a good time is had by all.

Two weeks after thanksgiving Natasha’s father is found guilty of manslaughter and his sentence is extended by six years. Natasha doesn’t say anything when they tell her, just disappears to her room and doesn’t come down until lunchtime the next day. Mav can’t even begin to imagine how devastating it must be to find out your father will miss the birth of your baby and the first five and a half years of his life. Not mention the knowledge that by the time he’s released she’ll have been an adult for three years, nothing stopping her from going out and making her own way in the world, though Mav and Ice have both assured her she can stay as long as she needs. But that doesn’t make the situation any easier.

Shopping for presents is a lengthy undertaking, as they’ve never had this many people to shop for before, wrapping takes even longer. Mav lacks the patience to do it well and Ice rewraps at least half the things Mav does.

Getting decorations and the tree up is an event unlike any other year. They have Christmas music playing louder than they should, everyone talking and laughing while they work. Mickey gets the honor of putting the star on top of the tree, with assistance from Ice.

No one has been able to contact Mickey’s dad yet. Last Mav heard his squadron had been MIA, but he’d been assured they were doing their best to find them and bring Mr. Garcia home. Ice has been using his many contacts to keep updated on the situation.

A week before Christmas they get the call informing them that Bob’s mom is being discharged from the rehabilitation center. She’ll be by in the evening to get Bob.

Mav struggles to be happy about it. He knows it’s a good thing, a great thing. Especially this close to Christmas. Bob will be thrilled. But Mav has grown attached to him, loves him like his own. And if he cries, no one has to know.

-/-/-/-

Laura shows up at seven. Her clothes look too small and her jacket has a hole that showcases the white filler insider. Her hair is shorter than the last time Mav saw her, but she’s smiling when he opens the door.

“Hi.” She says, a little breathless. She glances around, trying to see Bob. Mav smiles and steps to the side so she can come in.

“Hey, Laura.” Mav closes the door behind her, “Bob, buddy, you have a visitor.” He calls. Bob makes his way into the entry, followed by Ice, and grins broadly when he sees his mom.

“Mama!” He throws his arms around her and she kisses his temple, a few tears trailing down her cheeks.

“Hi baby.” She holds him close, running her fingers through his hair. “Ready to go home?” He mutters something into her shoulder and she smiles.

“Hey, Bob, why don’t you get your things while we talk to your mom for a minute?” Mav suggests. Bob nods and runs up the stairs. Mav turns back to Laura, who’s watching Bob with a smile on her face. Ice takes Mav’s hand and gives it a squeeze. “We were wondering if you and Bob would like to spend Christmas with us?” Laura stares at them for several seconds.

��Are you-are you sure?“

“Of course we’re sure!” Mav assures her. “We already bought a few things for him and-”

“We’d like to give you guys a real Christmas, as long as you don’t mind spending it with us.” Ice tells her. She inhales shakily and her eyes get teary.

“Thank you.” She finally says. “I can’t give him anything this year and I can’t even decorate and I’m so afraid of disappointing him more than I already have.” She sniffs and wipes at her eyes, “And I know he’ll be so brave about it, but he shouldn’t have to be.” She pulls Mav into a hug and then Ice.

-/-/-/-

Christmas morning comes quietly in the Kazansky house. None of them are particularly early risers, except Ice, who goes down the stairs and gets breakfast going. Cinnamon rolls, left to proof overnight are popped into the oven beside the turkey, to ensure it’s done by dinner time, and bacon is set frying, coffee drips steadily into the pot and slowly, one by one everyone else straggles in. Breakfast is a pretty quiet affair of bed head and morning breath crowded around their table that is seeming smaller and smaller all the time.

With breakfast consumed they make their way to the living room where they designate spots to each kid, Bradley included, and Mav sinks into Ice’s recliner while Ice plays Santa.

The first few gifts go to Natasha and then Mickey. They managed to find a good balance between things for the baby and things for her and Ice has no qualms about taking all the credit for that despite Mav’s protests. It was hard not to go overboard buying for her baby now that she knows it’s a boy.

For Mickey they found a few toys, some clothes and a couple sensory items they thought he might enjoy.

For Bradley there’s an assortment of practical things they know he needs, a hoodie, a pair of boots, and few more things just for fun, a couple novels, some cds and a large model car building kit.

Laura and Bob show up shortly before noon. Each laden with a small pile of gifts wrapped in newspaper. Laura had knit hats for them all and gave Natasha an IOU for a sweater she’s knitting for the baby.

Ice managed to get his hands on several model planes and Mav wrapped up all the books on planes they had in the house that Bob had flipped through endlessly during his stay, as well as a several new ones. Bob is beyond thrilled to receive them.

They decide to gift Laura some clothes, a feat easier said than done, but with help from Sarah they find some things for her and get a gift card so she can get some things of her own choice.

-/-/-/-

Mav declares Christmas dinner the best feast Ice has ever prepared. And a round of agreements follows. Ice goes pink in the face and Mav kisses him soundly before carving the turkey.

When dinner is consumed Bob and Mickey find a spot near the tree to enjoy their gifts, Natasha takes the landline down to her room, whether to call her dad or Jake, Mav doesn’t know. Ice busies himself packing up leftovers to send with Laura and Bob. And Mav and Laura are standing in the living room watching Bob and Mickey.

“Laura?” Mav asks, gently resting his hand on her shoulder. She turns to him, smiling, hair falling into her face as it’s not quite long enough to stay tucked back, wine glass clasped in both hands.

“Hmm?” He offers her a red envelope. She sets her wine glass down on the end table and takes it, questions floating through her eyes. She opens it and pulls out the card inside, a classic winter picture. She flips the card open and starts to read the note inside, letting the $500 gift card for the local grocery store slide into her hand. She gasps and looks up at him, tears collecting in her eyes again. “This is too much.”

“It’s Christmas, Laura. We want to help you and Bob as much as we can. And if there’s ever anything else we can do for you, please don’t hesitate to call.” She bursts into tears, sobbing into her hand. Mav pulls her into a hug. She continues to sob as he rubs her back gently and it makes him wonder how long it’s been since she’s had someone take care of her.

-/-/-/-/-

When Bob and Laura start pulling themselves together she pulls Mav into a hug and then Ice.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course. Please let us know if there’s anything else we can do to help.” Ice tells her, smiling, arm wrapped around Mav’s shoulders. Laura blinks back tears as she nods. She grabs the bags of gifts and leftovers and takes them out to the car, when the screen door closes behind her Bob wraps his arms around Mav’s waist.

“Thank you.” He says softly. “For the gifts and for being the best family I ever had to stay with.” Mav holds him tight and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“It’s been our pleasure, buddy. We love you and we’ve loved having you here.”

“We’re gonna miss you, kiddo.” Ice tells him, ruffling his hair. “But we’re really glad you get to go home.” Bob pulls away from Mav and pushes his glasses up.

“Me too.” He smiles brightly and gives Ice a hug before following his mom out to the car.

-/-/-/-

Mickey falls asleep beside the tree, his new stuffed lion held to his chest. Bradley is reclining on the couch, dozing, book open on his chest. Natasha is curled up on the other end of the couch flipping through the book of baby names they’d given her and Ice and Mav are sharing Ice’s recliner. They have Christmas music playing softly, an old record spinning on the turntable brought down from Natasha’s room.

“It’s been a great Christmas.” Mav says, resting his cheek against Ice’s head.

“It has.” Ice agrees. Mav stands with a groan and carefully picks Mickey up, deciding to transfer to him to his bed. Ice follows him up and once Mickey is settled they share their first moment alone all day. Standing in their bedroom, arms wrapped around each other they share a kiss.

“You astound me everyday.” Mav says, smiling softly and tangling his fingers in Ice’s hair.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I love you with all that I am.”

“Always have to one up me, don’t you?”

“Can’t help it.” Ice grins, showing teeth, “I’m competitive by nature. And if I’m not mistaken that was what brought us together in the first place.” They stand there a little longer, swaying gently until Mav says,

“Wanna go read?” Ice smiles and presses a kiss to Mav temple.

“That sounds like the best end to a great day.” They had back downstairs where Bradley is snoring like a freight train and Natasha has disappeared. No doubt to her room. They wake Bradley and send him up to crash on what used to be Bob’s bed in Mickey’s room. He grumbles and mutters, but drags himself off the couch and up the stairs.

-/-/-/-

It’s nearing ten o’clock, later than they usually stay up, but their book has gotten too good to put down, when there’s a knock on the door. Ice stops reading mid sentence and lowers the book to look at Mav.

“Who the hell would be coming over this late?” Ice asks. The only person who might conceivably visit at this hour is Bradley, but as he’s asleep upstairs they’re both stumped. Ice pushes himself up out of his chair.

“Hmm.” Ice sticks his finger in the book to mark their page and takes it with him as he turns the corner. He flicks on the yard light and pulls the door open. A teenage boy is standing there, a back pack and a trash bag at his feet. Dried blood runs from a cut above his left eyebrow down his face and neck until it disappears into the collar of his coat. A coat that is clearly too short in the sleeves. There’s a very obvious hand print on his cheek and his left eye is definitely starting to swell and bruise. He sniffs and wipes his nose on his sleeve.

“Can I help you?” Ice asks.

“‘M lookin’ for Natasha Trace.” The boy says. “Sir.” He tacks on at the end. “‘M her boyfriend.” Ice’s brows shoot up. Mav had told him a little about Natasha’s boyfriend after he’d taken both him and Natasha to the anatomy scan for their baby, but the image he’d conjured in his mind is very different than the boy at the door.

“Oh. Well, why don’t you come in.” Ice steps aside and let’s the boy in. “I’ll go get Natasha.” Ice turns toward the stairs, leaving Jake in the entry way. As he walks by the living room entry Mav gets his attention.

“Who was it?”

“Natasha’s boyfriend.” Mav clearly has more questions, but Ice waves him off, telling him he has to go get Natasha. Mav rolls his eyes at Ice’s retreating form and hauls himself up off the couch. He steps into the entryway and his heart breaks a little at the sight that greets him.

Jake watches him approach, takes a step back, fight or flight instincts already starting to kick in, while trying desperately to pull his sleeves down and Mav can tell by the way he’s holding himself that his right leg is injured. His back pack and trash bag are sitting on his feet.

“Hey.” Mav says softly. “Why don’t you come into the kitchen? I’ll get you something to eat?” He offers. Jake gives him a scrutinizing look before nodding hesitantly.

Mav leads the way and heads straight for the fridge, pulling out leftovers from their dinner. Turkey and mashed potatoes, as well as assorted sides. He piles a significant portion onto a plate and pops it into the microwave. While it heats he pulls a small gel bead ice pack from the freezer and offers it to Jake who’s standing just inside the kitchen entry, bags held tightly in his hands. When Jake doesn’t make a move to accept it Mav leaves it on the table. Ice reappears with a sleep addled Natasha behind him just as the microwave beeps. Mav puts the plate, a fork and a glass of water on the table beside the ice pack before grabbing Ice and pulling him out of the kitchen so Jake and Natasha can talk.

They’re fully willing to admit, though only to each other, that they try to eavesdrop. They can’t make out any words, only quiet murmuring, followed by the faint thunk of what Mav assumes is Jake’s bags hitting the floor, and then someone crying. Despite how hard Ice tries to stop him, Mav peeks into the kitchen and almost wants to cry himself.

Jake and Natasha are hugging. Jake is clutching her shirt in both hands, face buried in her neck, shoulders shaking as he sobs. Natasha has one one hand in his hair and the other rubbing his back looking on the verge of tears herself.

Ice pulls him back before he gets noticed and can easily read the concern in Mav’s eyes. They return to the living room and sit down together on the couch.

“I don’t know what’s happened, but I’d bet anything he’s going to need somewhere to stay.” Mav tells Ice, holding his hand tightly. Ice hums in agreement.

“For tonight he can sleep on the couch.” Ice says and Mav nods, “Once Bradley leaves tomorrow he can share with Mickey.” Ice lifts their joined hands and presses a kiss to the back of Mav’s.

Natasha shuffles in, eyes red rimmed from crying.

“Is it-can he-um-”

“He can stay as long as he needs to.” Ice answers the question she can’t find the words to ask. “He can bunk down on the couch for tonight and we’ll make some space for him upstairs tomorrow.” Natasha smiles just a little and wipes at her eyes.

“Thank you.” She whispers before stepping back into the kitchen.

-/-/-/-

They make up a bed for Jake on the couch and Natasha helps him clean the blood off his face. Mav leaves two Tylenol on the coffee table beside a glass of water and after saying goodnight to both Jake and Natasha he follows Ice up to bed. They hear Natasha come up not long after and when Ice hears Jake follow her awhile later he decides not to worry about it. Clearly the boy needs some comfort, so going off the assumption that they aren’t stupid enough to have sex in his house, and with the knowledge that it’s not like it would really be an issue if they did(so long as they keep it down)seeing as Natasha is already pregnant, Ice rolls over and throws his arm across Mav’s stomach. He presses a kiss to Mav’s temple and murmurs a goodnight even though Mav is already asleep. It doesn’t take long for him to drift off.

-/-/-/-

In the morning Mav is up first and when he enters the living room to find the pillow and blanket exactly as he left them the night before he turns and goes right back upstairs.

The door to Natasha’s room is open just the tiniest bit, so Mav feels better about pushing it open enough to peek in. Jake and Natasha are spooning, Jake with an arm around Natasha’s baby bump. They’re so young and life has dealt them such a shitty hand. It’s unfair. And Mav finds himself completely willing to do anything to help them, to make their lives any easier if he can. If this is what they need, he’ll let them have it. He pulls the door to and leaves them be.

An hour later the kids start straggling into the kitchen in search of breakfast. Bradley’s hair is wild and he keeps yawning between sips of coffee, and Mickey doesn’t even look awake. Natasha comes in next, declining eggs when they’re offered, disgust clear in her features. Mav makes her a piece of toast instead. Jake limps in behind Ice, left eye swollen almost closed and bruised blue and purple. It looks significantly worse than it did the previous night. He has a Pikachu bandaid on his forehead. He’s dressed in jeans that are clearly at least one size too small, maybe two and a stained gray t-shirt thats about three sizes too big and falling off one shoulder.

He drops into the only vacant chair, beside Natasha, and accepts the plate of eggs and sausage Mav offers him, but mostly he just pokes at it with his fork. Natasha nibbles at her toast while holding Jake’s hand and Mav smiles. He and Ice share a look and he knows they’re thinking the same thing. Mav sets a plate in front of Ice and gives him a good morning kiss, briefly threading his fingers through Ice’s salt and pepper hair.

With breakfast consumed Mickey disappears back to his room, no doubt to enjoy his new toys. Bradley collects his things and heads home, ready for a shower and a change of clothes.

“Do you want some painkillers and ice?” Mav asks Jake. Jake won’t look at him, still pushing his food around his plate. Then he glances at Natasha before finally meets Mav’s eyes.

“Please.” He says, softly. Mav starts to stand, but Ice stops him, stands himself, grabs an ice pack from the freezer and hands it to Jake before he leaves the kitchen to find painkillers.

“I know you probably don’t want to talk, but I have to have some answers.” Mav tells them. Jake looks at Natasha again.

“I promise.” She says softly. Jake turns to look at Mav again.

“Got kicked out of my last home. Didn’t know where else to go. Nat said you’re good and you’ve been taking care of her.” Jake mumbles, looking far more tired than someone so young should.

“We’ve trying our best. And we’d be happy to take care of you as long as you need.” Mav assures him. “We have more than enough room.” Jake’s eyes are glassy with tears and he won’t look at Mav anymore. “I promise.” Natasha smiles, leaning over to whisper something in Jake’s ear. Whatever it is makes the first tears fall. Jake pushes his chair back, stands up and starts to leave. Natasha holds his hand loosely until she can’t. He turns the corner and Mav hears Ice offer him Tylenol.

Ice steps into the kitchen, worry etched into his features.

“Is he okay?” It’s a stupid question, really. It’s quite obvious that Jake is not ok. And probably hasn’t been in quite some time. Before Mav can respond Natasha is up and out of the room. She’s starting to waddle now and it’s becoming increasingly obvious her back bothers her.

“No.” Mav replies to Ice’s question. “Not right now.” Ice sighs and starts collecting dishes off the table.

-/-/-/-

Later that afternoon all three kids are in the living room watching a movie and Ice is in his office. Mav slips upstairs and into Natasha’s room. He grabs Jake’s clothes to look at sizes and when he has a rough idea of what’s needed he leaves again, doing his best to make Jake’s things look untouched.

“Hey,” he says, poking his head into Ice’s office, “I have to run some errands. Shouldn’t be more than a couple hours.”

“Ok. I need deodorant.” Ice replies without taking his gaze of the computer.

“Roger. Back in a bit. Love you.”

-/-/-/-/-

Mav comes back about three hours later with a huge armload of bags. Though there are a few things for other people most of the purchases are for Jake. Mav drags everything upstairs and takes the time to fold all the clothes neatly. Jake and Natasha are still in the living room so slips into Natasha’s room and leaves the piles of clothes neatly on the end of bed, alongside two pair of sneakers.

Later that evening Natasha and Jake go up to her room and find the clothes with a note on top in Mav’s neatest handwriting,

Merry Christmas, Jake. Don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything else.

Jake picks a pullover sweater from the top of the pile. It’s soft and red. He just stands there, rubbing the material between his fingers. He swallows the lump in his throat.

-/-/-/-

“Hey, Mira, it’s Pete Kazansky.” Pete says.

“Oh, Mr. Kazansky! Is Natasha ok?”

“Yes, yes, she’s fine. Ima cruelly calling in regards to Jake Seresin.”

“Do you know where he is?” She asks, urgency filling her voice.

“Yeah, he showed up at our door last night. He told me he got kicked out of his last home and I was wondering if there’s anyway we could be his foster parents.” He can hear the clacking of her keyboard.

“Let me make a call and I’ll get right back to you.” She ends the call and Mav can’t bring himself to anything, but sit and stair at the phone waiting for her to call back.

-/-/-/-/-

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[nattinatalia]

¿Puedes escribir sobre Jack cogiendo un resfriado? tal vez Mia lo cuide? Estoy enfermo y lo encontraría reconfortante.

Jack Harlow x Reader : NURSE MIA

“Daddy, you hot.”

“Mia, you need to stop repeating what your mama says.” Jack whispers out, chuckling.

Mia furrows her eyebrows and looks at you. “Mama, touch, mira.”

She places her little hand on Jack’s forehead. “Caliente.”

You quickly rush towards the bed and touch Jack’s cheeks and forehead, and he indeed was hot. “Mi amor, tienes calentura.”

“But I don’t even feel sick?”

“I take care of yous daddy.” She hops off the bed. “Be back.” And runs inside your bathroom.

“We were sick last week, so you probably got it from us.”

He groans, “I can’t get sick, not now. I have meetings I can’t miss. It’s also Derby week.”

“Relax with your dramatics bubs.” You are able to see what your daughter was doing from your spot on the bed. “You think Mia will let you miss Derby? To see all the horses? Sick or not, she’ll make sure she’s there.”

Jack smiles, “You’re not kidding.”

“Okaay.” Mia announces as she walks out from the bathroom. “I puts this on you.”

“Oh you’re definitely your mothers.” He jokes, seeing what she went to get from the cabinet.

“¿Te ayudo mi niña?”

Mia nods. “Quita su camisa.” She hands you the container. “You puts this on his body?”

“Alright.” You open the container and start rubbing vaporub on his chest. “Voltéate, lay on your stomach please.”

He follows your instructions. “Why is it so hot?”

“You sick daddy, that’s why.”

You smile, and continue rubbing it all over his back. “Let me go cook a caldo de pollo for you.”

“Yummy, yo quiero.”

“I’ll make enough for all of us.”

Mia nods eagerly, “Thank yous. I take care of daddy and you cook.”

“Deal, I’ll be back.”

You leave the bedroom and head to the kitchen to start getting ready on the caldo. Your lucky stars were on your side today, since you were already defrosting chicken for tonight’s dinner, so all you had to do was cut up some veggies.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

“Daddy, you need waters or juice?”

“Not thirsty right now baby.”

“Okay. I go see mommy, wait here.”

“Where else would I go bug?” Jack tried to joke with her.

“Dram-tico” She mumbles.

“I am not dramatic missy.” He yells out and Mia just laughs.

“Que necesitas?” You ask your daughter, seeing her walk into the kitchen and looking around.

“Medicine for daddy.”

“Alright, I’ll go give him some in a bit.”

“No, I do it please.”

You hand her the medicine and a spoon, “Nomas dale una cucharada.”

You go open your cabinet. “Llévale agua porque no le va gustar el sabor.”

“Gracias.”

“Thank you for helping sweetie.”

As soon as Mia walks back into your shared bedroom, she notices Jack is on his phone sitting up against the headboard.

“No phones, tell auntie Nee you sicky.”

“It’s me princess.”

Jack hands her his phone and she smiles “Hi tío Clay Clay.”

“Hello nurse Mia.”

She gasps, “Nurse Mia? I love it.”

“You have to take care of your dad, nurse Mia, or else he won’t get to see all the horses.”

Mia glares, “Daddy important, no horses.”

“Wow, did you hear that mom?” Clay yells out. “Mia is choosing Jack over seeing horses.”

“I hanging up.” She pouts.

Clay and Jack laugh at that, “Okay bye.”

“Love ya, bye.” Mia giggles, places her dads cellphone on the side table.

“Momma said one.” She hands Jack the medicine. “Open please.”

Jack stares at the bottle, he definitely doesn’t like the honey flavored medicine.

Mia smiles, “Agua?” She hands him the water bottle and waits for Jack to finally take the spoonful of medicine.

“That’s nasty.” He gags.

“Jack-man, be real.” Mia rolls her eyes.

“Wha-? Jackman? I’m your father” He closes the medicine and quickly takes a sip of his water. “And I am real.”

“Lays down now.” Mia stands on the bed and goes to tuck him in.

She sits down next to him, and brushes his curls back. “Momma bring food soon.”

“Thank you for taking care of me baby bug, you’re the best.”

“Welcome.” She kisses his forehead. “Mimis now.”

“But I’m hungry.” He whines.

“It be ready when you wakes up.”

“Okay well I’m not tired.”

“Close eyes, and sleep.”

Jack chuckles, “Bug, I’m not tired.”

Mia stares at her dad for a bit, then decides to make it easier, she places both her hands on Jack’s eyes, covering them. “Just mimis. I close eyes for you.”

“Mia-“

“Hushh, mimis you sick you need sleep off.” She taps her index finger against his forehead, but still covering his eyes.

“Yeah, you’re definitely your mothers daughter.” Jack mumbles out after finally listening to Mia and falling asleep.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

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[forthedancingandthethriving]

(Inspiration 1) (Inspiration 2)

As the airship hovers above the new sectors and contained Mushroom Kingdom, SMG4 feels his grip on Lil Coding tighten.

"What.. happened?" Meggy whispers, placing her hands over her mouth.

"We don't know for sure, but these seem to be the effects of Wonder Flowers, but.. supercharged." Kamek answers, resting his wand on the palm of his other hand. "Lord Bowser currently seems to be the head of his own.. Zone, per say."

He points his wand towards a version of the Darklands.

"Mama mia.." Mario groans. "So we have to deal with Bowser.."

"Actually, it seems as though Lord Bowser has retained his lunacy." Kamek informs them. "But whatever has been done to him, it's not good."

"Can't Emulator fix this?" Tari asks. "Or Domain? Forum?"

It's Eggman who speaks next. "Your pink and yellow friend was missing for days before your group even left, and your Admins went to investigate that tower.. but never came back."

The group looks at each other, worried, before a realization hits SMG4. He looks around the airship, almost frantic, before he kneels down to Lil Coding's height. "Lil Coding, where's SMG3 and Lily?"

The group that was first on the airship all fell quiet. Lil Coding's looks down, squeezing his eyes shut before he sobs, gripping onto his dad's overalls. All he could say was that he was sorry and that he wished he had tried harder.

It's Juliano who answers SMG4's silent question. "There was a flood of seawater of a sudden at the Showgrounds. We couldn't find Lily, and no one else was there. I managed to get Root, Toad, and Lil Coding into the Internet Graveyard, but.." The former Avatar takes a small breath. "Just as I went to pull 3 in, he got swept away."

"Wh.. what about Lily?" SMG4 asks, but he has a feeling he already knows.

"She was Ground Zero, I'm afraid." Kamek speaks up, and he points towards another Zone. It's almost entirely aquatic, with only a small beach. From under the water, just barely, lights of changing color can be seen. "That there is her Zone. And before you go asking, we don't know anything beyond that. We have information on other Zones, for some who there trigger was and others not. But for her? All we know is that Zone is hers."

SMG4 slowly exhales, and he feels Mario rest a hand on his shoulder. "Damn it.."

"So what do we do?" Bob asks, steering everyone back on course. "How do we even fix this? Blow down the walls? Blow up the tower?"

Kamek frowns. "From what we know, the only way to get everything back to normal is to get inside the tower and deal with whatever we find." He gestures to the tower. "It seems that the seal on the tower can only be lifted by collecting the Wonder Seed connected to each Zone and presenting all seven to the main door at the base of the tower."

"Sounds.. loose." Marcy narrows her eyes.

"It's the best we have." Eggman retorts. "Unlike you, we have been here to witness everything."

A soft grumble from the Garo comes, and Kamek points to Bowser's Zone. "We'll start with Lord Bowser. Since he's retained himself, it should be easy enough to collect his Wonder Seed."

The group all nod, and the airship changes course towards Bowser's Zone. As it moves, SMG4 looks at the tower, and he frowns deeply.

Emulator being missing, the whole world changing, and then Domain and Forum going missing once they investigated it.

Please be okay, he thinks to himself as he wraps his arms tight around his son.

[usernoneexistent]

Summer 1895: Euphemia's father makes a huge and life changing announcement for Euphemia at dinner.

Warnings: terrible parents, arranged marriages, victorian idea of women.

Euphemia dreaded this day would come. It was one she knew she had to be prepared for, but yet her heart was not in it. Her mother and father's smiles were filled with deep joy, while her five older brothers cared more for the food on the dinner table. Her father, Orvelle, hitted his spoon against the wine glass for everyone's attention.

"Attention, everyone. Boys, behave!"

He stood up with great pride. Holding his red wine. "We have a very important announcement to make, and our little Mia will be soon engaged to Glenn Rosewood."

She had heard of him before. The youngest of her brothers, Clyde, complained loudly of Glenn that the Gryffindor cheated on his test and it was impossible that he could score higher than a hundred percent. Their parents soaked in every word of their youngest son's complaints and coddled them by praising her brothers endlessly. A complaint from Euphemia would earn a scolding from her mother.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Her mother, Marguerite, seemed to be the most excited about it. She looked at Euphemia, and on command, she smiled.

"Glenn Rosewood?! Of all the people you could have chosen papa?" Clyde cried, almost whining like a baby.

"Hush, Clyde!" Elmore, her eldest brother, commented. He was always the most reasonable of them. "Surely, father has his reasons for this arrangement."

"Yes, Elmore, as you know, the Rosewoods are loaded with cold, hard, silver dragots." Her father seemed to revel in the fact of the Rosewoods' wealth. Everyone knew they were one of the wealthiest American pureblood families, and the Fawley's let everyone know that.

"And with Euphemia, we will have access to it." He looked at her like a prized cow. Euphemia knew it was fate to be married off in her family, but now more than ever, she wanted to make a scene.

The girl imagined pulling the tablecloth and spilling all the food and drinks on everyone. The shocked and appalled faces and Euphemia taking pride in it. Though this will only remain a fantasy in her mind.

The dinner proceeded with everyone excitedly talking about an engagement yet to take place in front of Euphemia. Her sister-in-law, Elmore's wife, even congratulated her and started talking about married life.

Euphemia desired to be married one day but not with someone who didn't love her; even if they did, she could never love them. Her heart yearned for the impossible. A boy far below her status, Colin Moss. She missed his french blue hair that would usually get into his hazel eyes and the way he unknowingly sticks out his tongue as he plants or weeds. She always remembered the day when he said at the gardening club that her eyes were like forget-me-nots.

It filled her more than dinner could as of this moment. Her mother noticed but said nothing, only giving a flattering look. She often made comments about her weight and figure.After dinner, Euphemia excused herself and retired to her bedroom. She got ready for bed though her mother entered her room.

"Have you brushed your hair already?" She asked, words dripping so sweetly, it almost made Euphemia sick."No, I haven't, mama."

"Here, let me do it." Her mother picked up the golden brush and started unknotting her chestnut hair. "You know Euphemia, you should show a little more appreciation. You had not once thank your father for this opportunity, and he went to great lengths for this engagement."

"Yes, I know," she said softly and quietly. "And I am grateful for it."

Her mother tugged hard with her hair as Euphemia winced in pain.

"Then look more appreciative about it. We will be meeting the Rosewoods soon, and they can see right through you if you continue on like this."

She could feel her eyes water from the pain. She wasn't sure whether it was from her hair being pulled or her mother's words, but they pained her all the same.

"We are relying on you for this, you know. Many girls would have killed for this engagement." Her mother contiuned. Euphemia knew she should be grateful, but everything inside was screaming like a dove trapped in a golden cage.

However, Euphemia put on her best smile. "I know, mama. I was just tired so I'm sorry if I didn't seem too joyful."

"That's alright, Mia but when we will be having dinner at their house next week. Please, show me that you actually want to be there." She said quietly as if it was for Euphemia's ears only. "That's your hair thoroughly brushed and shiny."

"Thank you, mama."Euphemia climbed to bed as her mother put out all the candles.

"Goodnight, dear."

"Goodnight, mama."

Next story: The Art of Engagement

Instead of falling asleep, Euphemia couldn't but think and fear for next week's dinner. She knew she would have to play the role of the perfect daughter.

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I then switched to the Zhao-Jones-Oaklow household and Mia and Rory spent time with their kids. So Morgan is Mia’s son with her ex-girlfriend Belle Goth, and Kristina and Owen are her kids with Rory. But Rory considers Morgan as her son too.

Mia: I can't believe you're going off to college soon, nooboo.

Morgan: (rolling his eyes lovingly) Ma honestly, I still have two years left til I even graduate let alone go to college.

Mia: Still, it feels like you, Tina, and Owen are all growing up so fast. Ro was just telling me that it seemed like yesterday when she moved in with us and adopted you, and now you're already 15.

Morgan: (smiling too) Yeah, honestly she's been a great stepmom, even though seeing you guys kiss is gross as heck.

Kristina: (joining in on their conversation) Yeah, it is gross when you and mom kiss, Mama. Or when you guys flirt.

Mia: (playfully) Hey, if we didn't kiss and flirt so much, mom wouldn't have put you in my tummy, Tina. (Morgan winces and Kristina makes a face and laughs).

Morgan: Ma please, I don't need to know all that information.

Mia scoffed playfully but she relented the tmi topic and picked up and hugged Kristina.

So, Rory and Mia were planning to go out on a date, and Mia’s dad Haoran agreed to babysit. "Sure." He'd said on the phone. "I'd love to spend time with my grandnooboos." And he came over. Morgan, Kristina, and Owen were happy to see their grandpa, and Mia thanked her dad. She offered to pay him but he refused. "Mia, you're my nooboo. I already missed out on so many years with you and I want to be there for you and my grandkids now." He said. Mia nodded, and hugged her dad.

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I’m just imagine Godot flipping through Mia’s old scrapbook for Marigold. Mia was always very good at cataloging things and info

So there little pictures baby Mari crawling around and exploring with cute captions from Mia or her just sitting there all cute

A picture of smiling Mia holding baby Marigold with the caption saying “Guess who just took her first steps”

There are various pictures of Phoenix and Marigold, where he’s holding her for the picture, playing with her, and some funny ones where a baby/toddler keeps tryna eat Phoenix’s hair

One where she even tries to eat his new badge with Mia’s silly caption “all that hard work and for what?”

One picture where Phoenix is sleeping with Marigold in his arms and Mia captioned it with “sleepyheads”

And Phoenix (who Mia also trusted with this) added a picture of Mia asleep and went “look who’s talking”

There’s one where baby Marigold’s trying eat Mia’s empty coffee mug, and Mia’s caption says

“You don’t need Coffee kitty, you already don’t sleep ��️”

Other pictures of Marigold doing random toddler things or pictures with her mom or uncle Nick

Last picture Mia got to put in was “Uncle Nick’s first trial :D” where Nick is holding 3 year old Mari and Larry is awkwardly standing in the background

The scrapbook went mostly abandoned for the next few years as Morgan didn’t have it, nor did she want it and she didn’t document anything Marigold did.

But after she was brought into Maya’s care, she started updates again from 6-11 when she was transferred over to Godot

He missed a lot but seeing it makes him at least get to somewhat appreciate it

Godot would be very somber while looking through the scrapbook. He's happy to see snapshots of his child growing up, but it's also depressing because he wasn't there to experience any of it. Plus, once again, he's seeing only shadows of Mia. I figured that sometimes, he would have dreams of Mia doing mundane things, of speaking to him or to other people, dreams of simply seeing her again, even if she doesn't say anything. It haunts him even years later because he expects to wake up next to Mia...only he doesn't.

Then he looks over at Marigold and remarks that she's grown up so much. In many ways, she's like her mother. Of course, it goes without saying that Godot and Marigold continue the scrapbook together. There's pictures of Marigold in her fancy dress when she turns 15, pictures of her dancing with her father, and then a picture of her passed out in her bed after a night full of dancing haha. And sometimes she helps Godot in his cafe, so there's a few pictures of her in an apron learning how to brew the perfect cup of coffee.

I figured that they would keep this scrapbook up until Marigold turned 18 where they have a few final pictures of her dressed in her best and ready to take on the world. There might be a few things after that, such as vacations and important events, but it mainly focuses on the first 18 years of her life (minus the 3-6 age gap). When she becomes an adult, she takes care of the scrapbook mainly by herself.

Going back to her childhood, Mia might have also saved a lock of Marigold's hair when she got her first haircut, and she put this lock of hair in a plastic baggie and stapled it to the scrapbook page next to a picture of Marigold in her new haircut. And if Marigold made art in daycare, Mia would also put the drawing in the scrapbook. Marigold drew a crude drawing of herself holding hands with Mama Mia and Uncle Nick and labels them as such. Years later when Godot sees all this, it irks him a little bit because it reminds him that Mr. Trite took his place as Marigold's father figure for a time.

And maybe when Marigold grows up and gets better at drawing, she'll go back and draw herself with her mother Mia, father Godot, Uncle Nick, and Auntie Maya around her with the words "Thank you" written in larger letters above them.

Are you working on drawing these pages as a little comic? It would be cute to have Godot stumble upon this scrapbook when Marigold turns 18 and he flips through it, recounting the memories of his kitten growing up.