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searchingforenadi · 5 years ago

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open cuts are still safety hazards

here we are, back at it again :O

the brief summary: Your customers won’t stop bleeding in your shop. You realize this might be a problem. (second person!OC, TYL).

xviii.

One afternoon, the strangest of pairs enter your shop.

“Hi,” you say slowly, momentarily pausing from wiping down the counter.

“Hi!” Lambo says, grinning. To his side, Gokudera grunts, hands digging into his pockets.

Strolling to your usual display, Lambo gives an appreciative ooh at your desserts. Meanwhile, Gokudera stalks to the register.

“The usual?” you finally ask, when it’s clear Gokudera will not be starting this conversation.

He glances at you, pale fingers tapping the counter, before looking back to the side. “Yeah.”

This… is not the strangest Gokudera has ever been, so you nod and get started on the coffee.

“Hey, Octopus-head,” Lambo calls, pointing eagerly to the cheesecake. “Get me one of these!”

You don’t dare to assume who ‘Octopus-head’ might be, but the signs are very clear.

“Hah?” Gokudera sneers, his voice darkening. “I’m not getting you shit.”

“Come on,” Lambo whines. In the meantime, you pour the coffee into a cup. “Tsuna got me one last time!”

You turn back to see Gokudera one step away from strangling the closest body. Aware that you are one of two options, you wait, very far away, coffee still in hand.

Gokudera bares his teeth, jaw clenching tightly and takes an aggressive step forward - until his eyes catch yours.

You stare at each other for a second, before he exhales slowly. He takes a step back and readjusts his suit.

You hope this is because he remembers he’s in a bakery and not because he’s decided to murder you in your sleep tonight.

“Fine,” he bites out, running a hand through his silver hair, the rings on his fingers glinting under the light.

“Yes!” Lambo cheers, fist pumping the air. He turns to you with bright eyes. “Give me the cheesecake!”

Gokudera lets out a wordless growl.

“Please,” Lambo hurriedly says, his dark curly hair nearly bouncing up and down.

All too aware of Gokudera’s thinning patience, you smile briefly, then rapidly cut an extra large slice of cheesecake and pack it up in a matter of minutes.

Gokudera hands you a wad of cash, and you pass over the coffee and cake.

“Keep the change,” he tells you, already taking a dreg of his drink.

And, because you’re so close to finally getting that electric mixer, you take the money.

“Thanks,” you say, with a smile, because you won’t be caught giving less than outstanding customer service ever again. “See you later then.”

Gokudera nods stiffly and heads for the door. Behind him, Lambo eyes you curiously, before giving a wide grin.

“Bye!” Lambo calls out, waving a hand, and follows Gokudera out the door.

xix.

Later that week, when you’re studying your grandma’s recipe for mochi, the door opens.

“Welcome,” you call out distractedly, closing your notebook and looking up. “How can I help - ”

You stop.

“Hi,” Lambo says, with a smile. It's a contrasting sight to the cuts along his face.

He walks casually over to your display, green eyes wide and bright. You try your best not to look at the red, thin lines on his cheeks.

“Can I have the lemon cake?” he asks, pointing to the dessert.

“Yes,” you say slowly, sliding open the glass wall.

You’re not sure if you should say anything. It’s not your business, and it’s not very professional to ask. You’ve certainly never gone after your other regulars and their less than stellar health.

But still - it’s very obvious Lambo is a teenager.

“Hey,” you say, before you can even stop yourself. You cut through the cake very carefully. “If you have the time - I can give you some antiseptic wipes.”

Lambo crosses his arms.

“I don’t need your help,” he says, almost petulantly.

“I know,” you say, then add, “I’ll give you an extra slice if you do.”

There is a long pause, and that tells you you’re driving a good bargain.

“Fineee,” Lambo says, huffing. He walks over to a nearby table and slumps into a chair.

You smile, packing up the cake, before grabbing a first-aid kit and heading over to Lambo.

“Here,” you slide over a plate of tiny, grape muffins. “You can have some if you want.”

Lambo’s green eyes brighten.

“Thank you,” he says, a muffin already popped into his mouth. Unwrapping the alcohol wipes, you pass one over.

Blinking, Lambo takes the wipe and, very hesitantly, taps his face. Unsurprisingly, he misses.

With a scowl, he misses again, then flinches violently when the wipe accidentally touches a cut.

You cannot bring yourself to watch this anymore.

You offer your hand.

“May I?” you ask quietly. There’s a mirror in the back you might be able to bring out if he says no.

Lambo looks at you warily. Then, after a long moment, he hands over the wipe.

“I’ll be quick,” you promise, dragging a chair over and settling down.

True to your word, you don’t linger over the cuts. You make sure to tap lightly and, when Lambo flinches a little too hard, you place your other hand under his chin to keep him steady.

“There,” you say eventually, cleaning up all the wipes you had used. You show him a tube of antibacterial cream. “I can put this on you too - it’ll be quicker.”

Lambo remains quiet, before saying, “Okay.”

You put the cream on just as quickly. Packing up your first-aid kit, you return to the counter to put it away and grab Lambo’s cake.

When you hand it to him, you tell him, rather seriously, “You can come here anytime if you need help - I’m not going to turn you away if you do.”

Taking the packaged box, Lambo gives a silent nod.

“I’ll see you later then,” you say, when you realize this is most you’re going to get. “Okay?”

Lambo nods again and, putting on his backpack, shuffles out the door.

When he’s out of sight, you collapse onto the counter, your body flopping uselessly over it.

“What am I doing?” you ask yourself, before letting out a groan, resting your forehead on cold granite.

xx.

From that point on, contrary to your original expectations, Lambo begins showing up at your shop more often than before.

“Hi!” he says, going straight to your display.

You pause from sweeping the floor.

“Lambo,” you say, as he plants his face into the glass. “This is the fourth time you’ve been here this week.”

Profit-wise, this is not a bad thing. At the same time, you’re beginning to understand why Lambo’s other companions seem so exasperated with him.

“So what?” Lambo asks unrepentantly. Which, fair - he’s a paying customer. “I want macaroons this time!”

Sighing, you pack up a set of macaroons, adding a few extra into the bag.

“Here,” you say, handing over the bag to Lambo’s grabby hands and accepting his cash.

The smile he gives is enough to relax your shoulders and, abruptly, you remember that one, terrible idea you had, weeks ago.

“By the way,” you say, as casually as possible. Lambo looks up at you, already biting into a macaroon. “You know the man you were with before?”

“Octopus-head?” Lambo asks, nose scrunching up.

You swallow down a choke. “No, the other one - with brown hair - ”

Lambo brightens. “Oh, you mean Tsuna!”

“Yes,” you say, because you don’t dare to use his name when he hasn’t been introduced to you. “Do you see him often?”

Stopping from taking another bite, crumbs around his mouth, Lambo looks at you curiously.

“I might,” he finally says, and eats another macaroon. “Depends on why you’re asking.”

You hum. You’re not too sure how to explain yourself.

Instead, you pull out your tupperware of dango (and poorly made mochi). Ever since your attempt weeks ago, you’ve been bringing a batch for yourself from time to time.

Lambo’s green eyes widen. “Is that - dango?”

“It is,” you say, somewhat impressed that an Italian like Lambo would recognize the dessert. When his eyes remain glued to the tupperware, you ask, with a smile, “You wanna try?”

“Yes!” like lightning, his hand reaches out and snatches a few.

“What do you think?” you ask, when he pops one straight into his mouth.

Lambo chews thoughtfully, then grins with a mouthful of food. “This is really good. It tastes like the real thing, actually.”

You smile at the compliment.

“So,” Lambo says, after eating another dango. “What’s that got to do with Tsuna?”

You pause, before saying, rather carefully, “Well, I know he mentioned Japan and their lighter snacks - ”

“HA!” Lambo interrupts, jumping up and down.

“I knew it!” he crows, pointing a finger at you. “You were mad!”

You blink slowly.

“I wasn’t mad,” you try to tell him. In the end, you took those words as an unnecessary challenge, but you don’t regret it. You’re not done recreating these desserts just yet.

“That’s what someone would say if they were mad,” Lambo shoots back, crossing his arms and sending you a smug look.

You’re not too sure how to respond to that, so you don’t.

“Either way,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “Would you mind giving him some?”

Lambo’s face turns absolutely gleeful.

“I would love to,” he tells you. “Are you going to pass on a note? Because you should.”

“Uh,” you say, not really understanding the demand. You just want to prove that you can make lighter snacks. “Sure, I guess. Stop by tomorrow then, okay?”

Lambo’s grin widens. “Okay!”

He exits the shop with a cackle, which leaves you far more concerned than you originally had been before.

xxi.

That night, you start preparing in a frenzy. You’ve been practicing your grandma’s recipe for mochi, but it’s a slow going process - you don’t have the right tools to get the texture you want.

Instead, you get a batter of dango ready. After some debate, you find yourself making a roll cake as well.

The next morning, you pack together a box of freshly made mitarashi dango and a slice of vanilla rice cake. It’s a nostalgic feeling - you haven’t made roll cake since you first learned how to in high school.

Hours later, after a busy rush hour, Lambo saunters into the shop and walks eagerly up to the register.

“Do you have it?” he asks, in a near whisper.

Bemusedly, you say, in a regular voice, “I do.”

Lambo motions for you to pass the box over. When you do, he squints his eyes at you suspiciously. “Did you write a note?”

You find it rather strange a teenager like Lambo is so invested in you writing a note.

“One second,” you raise a finger, before opening a drawer and pulling out a notepad. You swiftly write out a sentence to appease Lambo, ripping off the page and sticking it inside the cardboard box.

Feeling a little ridiculous, you can only smile when Lambo gives you a wide grin.

“This is for you,” you say, passing him another box full of the leftover roll cake. “As thanks for helping me.”

Lambo’s grin transforms into a 1,000 watt beam.

“Thanks!” he says, clutching both boxes close to his chest.

He then gives you a bow (which, what?) before dashing for the exit and running off into the streets, gone in a blink.

You look down at your hands, still raised from passing over the boxes.

“Huh,” you say slowly. Scratching the back of your head, you move on to help another customer.

xxii.

A few days later, in the early morning, as you finish wiping down the counter, the first customer of the day enters your shop.

You turn to find Tsuna, standing a strange distance away from the register, dressed in a well-fitted suit.

“Hi,” you say, nodding in greeting. “It’s good to see you again.”

There is a short pause.

“Uh, right,” Tsuna finally says, dragging his fingers through his messy hair. “Can I have a cappuccino?”

“Sure,” you say, already moving to get started on the order. The next few minutes are spent in silence, but you can almost feel a pair of eyes on your back.

You pour the milk into a cup and cover it carefully with a lid.

Turning back, you slide the drink over the counter.

“Thanks,” Tsuna says, picking up the cup and handing you some cash.

He waits for another moment and, almost hurriedly, adds, “I also wanted to apologize.”

“Sometimes, I don’t say the right words,” he continues, shifting the weight on his feet. “But I know it was probably taken the wrong way, so I understand why you’re upset. I just wanted to let you know that I didn’t mean anything when I - ”

“I’m not mad,” you say, interrupting the tirade of words. You smile bemusedly. “I’m not sure why you would think that, but I wasn’t ever mad, really.”

Uncharitably, you pin Lambo as the likely culprit for this fiasco.

“Oh,” Tsuna says, blinking once. He shuffles through the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a familiar, folded piece of paper.

You take the paper and open it. Immediately, you recognize your own handwriting.

I hope this is light enough for you - the note says.

Oh.

“Ohhh,” you say slowly, remembering the hastily written sentence.

Yikes, you think, already thinking of the several ways your note can be misinterpreted.

“Okay,” you say. “I can see why you would think that.”

“I’m not mad though,” you add, offering a smile to appease any worries. You’d hate for this string of service failures to continue. It’s clear Tsuna means well, at least. “You inspired me, actually.”

Tsuna blinks again, slowly.

“I,” he begins. “What?”

“I’ve spent years baking what’s comfortable for me,” you say, already searching for a better explanation. “But branching out was challenging and fun. It reminded me a lot of my childhood, because my mom’s Japanese too.”

You remember your mom’s bright laugh, the recipe passed on from your grandma, the memories you had, eating homemade dishes, your mom’s hand over yours -

“So, I’m grateful actually,” you continue, your smile relaxing. “I don’t think I would’ve ever realized what I was missing.”

You bring a hand to your chin in thought, looking into Tsuna’s wide, hazel eyes.

“Technically speaking,” you say lightly, jokingly, “I guess that would make you my muse then, right?”

A long silence enters the shop. It drags out, like a glacier, over several seconds.

You take this as a sign that you should never make a joke for the rest of your life.

“Uh,” you finally say, when Tsuna remains motionless. “You okay?”

Tsuna swallows, his fingers gripping his cup tightly.

“Yeah,” he says, before clearing his throat. “I’m, yeah - I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” you say slowly. And, pretending that nothing ever happened, you ask, “So, was the dango okay?”

“It was,” Tsuna says, moving his drink to his other hand. “It was, uh, it was more than okay, actually.”

You smile. It’s always relieving to hear when your products are approved by the locals.

You fold back the note in your hands, placing it on the counter, and wonder - did you miss out on a returning customer because of your actions?

Because it’s a good business move, you tell him, “I hope this won’t stop you from stopping by…?”

“I don’t think it will,” Tsuna answers, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s Tsuna, by the way.“

Your smile widens, “I know.”

Tsuna coughs, lightly hitting his chest.

“Right,” he says, and this time, you can’t stop the laugh from bubbling past your lips.

You slap a hand to your mouth.

“Well,” you say, after lowering your hand. You decide that the past ten seconds never happened, because you’re not supposed to laugh at your customers. “I’ll look forward to your next visit then.”

Tsuna looks at you, eyes nearly glowing in the early morning light, the sun’s rays spilling through the windows and across the shop.

“Yeah,” he says, lips curving upwards. You blink, and wonder if you’re imagining things. “That sounds good.”

He leaves soon after, waving a hand goodbye, before slipping out into the streets.

You smile again and glance down at the counter, ready to finish your morning sweep across the shop.

Only, a little too late, you find that the note on the counter is now gone.

-o-o-o-o-o-

no punchline (which, i want to believe is my specialty) but something even better! is this the turning point? is it even a turning point? who’s to say for sure?

our main characters today are Tsuna, of course, and Lambo! it’s getting harder to include every character in each chapter, which means i need to write more. i’m biting my fingernails because if this pattern continues, each chapter is going to get longer and longer and i am terrified.

#katekyo hitman reborn #fanfic #sawada tsunayoshi #gokudera hayato #yamamoto takeshi #lambo bovino #searchingforenadi #still don't know what to call this fic #hope you enjoy!

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mysteira6 · 4 years ago

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FukaFlower - Holding Your Left Hand

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Summary:

She wasn’t gonna let him feel bad for holding his left hand.

Setting: Fukase and Flower are in the same high school grade and are around 17 - 18 years old. Also, they’re already a couple in this one-shot. Read on for fluff, angst and a little sweet moment at the end. ^3^

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Autumn-coloured lamps decorated the streets, surrounding the many stalls by the pathway in a warm-coloured glow. Young adults in ankle-length yukatas and young children with bags of candy and treats in their hands littered the road before them, the small-talk between groups of teens and squeals of delight amongst children filling their ears. Stall owners left and right were hollering customers over, hoping to catch their attention to play their games or buy their fun-coloured snacks.

The white-haired teen blinked at the sight. “Wow,” She muttered. “I know Miku was warning us when she said this year’s carnival would be ‘packed as sardines’, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this… crowded…”

She heard a light-hearted chuckle from the young man standing beside her. “Welp, I guess that’s a lesson learnt,” He said jokingly.

“What lesson?”

As he turned to her, his scarlet right eye sparkled jovially. “That we should actually listen to the ‘popular diva’ instead of assuming that she only talks about rumours,” He noted, another laugh emerging from his mouth.

The thought of that made her narrow her eyes a little. “I’m not so sure about that, Fukase,” She murmured skeptically, shaking her head. “She talks more about gossip than anything remotely useful-”

“But if we had listened to her, then we wouldn’t be caught in this human traffic jam now, wouldn’t we?” The redhead replied, though soon after, he heaved a sigh and shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. “Oh well, we’re here anyway and the night is young, Flower! Hopefully, the crowd will thin out in a bit,”

Despite her initial disappointment of not having a peaceful stroll with him, the optimistic grin on his face was enough to wash her negativity away. Of course he would try to cheer her up like this. After all, this date was his idea, something that he came up with during their lunch hour when all the other students were talking about the upcoming summer festival and how carnivals were being set up in dozens of neighbourhoods. Given that they had just finished their school term, it seemed like a perfect time to start their summer break with a fun little getaway with just the two of them.

Flower puffed in mild annoyance. When Fukase asked her to go to the carnival in their neighbourhood together, she got giddy with excitement as she always was when it came to their dates. That was one of the strangest things about being with him; somehow, he had managed to break down her curt demeanor and unpack her sweet side that very few people saw. All it took was him being a cheerful jokester who not only tried his best to make everyone smile, but also possessed a kind heart to help anyone he could. Funny then, that he would be interested, and eventually fall in love with, a pessimistic girl who was essentially a stoic emotional wall.

Oh well. Life can be that weird sometimes. In fact, what was more weird was that as he talked to her everyday, cracking a joke here and there, Flower found herself becoming more conscious of how she presented herself in front of him. The little things that she barely cared about before gradually took priority in her appearance as he tried everyday to make her smile a little. Smoothing out her skirt and brushing her hair behind her ears were only two of the dozen things that crossed her mind as soon as she heard him talking to her.

Tonight was no exception to her new routine of fussing over her appearance; as soon as she got home, Flower immediately made a beeline for her preppy younger sister, Xin Hua, who was lounging on the sofa and scrolling through the feed on her phone as usual. However, after Flower explained her situation, the cobalt-haired teen quickly placed her phone aside and partook in the giddy excitement that her older sister was feeling. One trip to Sachiko’s yukata gallery and another to Mizki’s hair accessory treasury was enough for the aspiring fashionista to dress her sister up for her special summer date.

“Flower? Flower!” The sight of his bandaged hand waving front of her was enough to snap the short-haired teen back to reality, her violet eyes blinking a few times to readjust her field of vision. “Hey, are you okay?” Fukase asked her, a worried frown inscribed on his lips as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“O-oh, sorry, I… I’m okay,” She stuttered in embarrassment, slightly ashamed that she spaced out in the middle of nowhere. Her instinctive reaction of looking down whenever she got awkward got her looking at the yukata that Xin Hua had picked for her. It was of a deep violet shade, accompanied by prints of lavender and white coloured cherry-blossoms and outlines of round lanterns scattered across her sleeves and skirt. She had a grape-purple obi tied around her waist to keep her outfit together and Ms Sachiko even gave her complimentary wooden sandals and a hickory-coloured basket for her necessities to complete the ensemble. ‘Cherish your youth’, she had said with a warm smile after Flower had told her the reason for her purchase.

Meanwhile, Fukase chuckled at her quiet response and quietly slid his right hand under her chin, gently lifting her gaze to look at him. There wasn’t an obvious height difference between them (except for a few centimeters that Flower had but Fukase didn’t) but even then, Flower felt rather small under the gaze of his right eye, his left one being concealed under his white eye patch. Having him stand close to her also allowed her to take in his outfit for the night; a muted red yukata with black lines resembling tree branches drawn on its cloth all held together by a thin bright red obi.

“You sure?” He smirked at her like a cheeky devil would, the jokester side of him showing. “You’re blushing, you know,”

His words rooted her to the spot. “No, I am not!”

“Sharp response. I thought you were a kuudere, not a tsundere,”

“I-Does that really matter right now?!”

Her flustered response was met with a fit of laughter from Fukase, his red curls dancing in the air as he shook his head jokingly. “I kid! I kid!” He sang out as he held his hands up as if surrendering. “Please spare me from your silent treatment, Hana-chan~”

She puffed her cheeks. “You’re only lucky that I decided to dress up for tonight and I don’t want to ruin our date,”

“Oh right, I was gonna say,” His expression lit up as he continued. “You look… as pretty as a flower tonight,”

He half-heartedly expected a startled response and was unsurprised when she only snarkily replied: “A pun-related flirt isn’t going to get to me, Fukase,” Of course she’d say something like that.

“Darnnit, that didn’t work as well as I had hoped,” He pretended to be upset for a moment before raising his right hand towards her, cueing the snow-haired girl to blink at him a few times.

“Well anyway,” He began, tilting his head at her cutely. “Now that we’ve been chatting here for a while, I believe it’s about time for us to head down there, yeah?”

She found herself beaming as she accepted his hand. “Yes, let’s,”

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“Come and catch your own kingyo! Only 200 yen to bring one home!”

“Fresh shaved ice and candied apples for sale! Come and get them before they’re gone!”

As their evening continued, the crowd really did grow thinner as most of the younger children were brought home by their parents and some of the teenagers were heading home as well. Since the both of them were night owls on a daily basis, the moon climbing up the sky did not bother them. Fukase’s enthusiasm for them to visit every stall did not falter even as the night went on. Beside him, Flower held tightly to his right hand, a small smile on her face as she witnessed him bring her all around the carnival. She could tell that he was excited for it.

“Are you hungry? We should get some mochi here,”

“I think those pinwheel headbands would look cute on you,”

“Hey, this fruit tea tastes great! Try some!”

Perhaps it was a little selfish for her to say it, but Flower really liked the attention that he was giving her tonight. It wasn’t odd for Fukase to treat her so kindly (he was literally known for being the kindest person for a lot of people) but hearing him talk to her alone made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, a feeling that only he could generate. However, tonight it felt like Fukase’s gentlemanly nature was much more prominent than usual… Was it because they were wearing such fancy clothes?

Whatever the reason was, she didn’t really care about it. After all, who would turn down a kind, pampering boyfriend like him? Even though Flower was slow to understand social norms as a wallflower, she knew enough to recognise that Fukase was kind of spoiling her (not that she was complaining, mind you).

Her train of thought was interrupted when something at a shelf on her left managed to catch her attention, silently motioning her to get closer to the stall with multi-coloured stacks of cans lined up in pyramidal formation behind its counter. She couldn’t take her eyes off one of the prizes at the game stall; a small lavender rabbit with a translucent maroon ribbon wrapped around its neck and a top hat sewn onto its head. Its subtle resemblance to Fukase’s normal outfit was probably what caught her eye.

“Whatcha looking at?” The very person she was thinking about turned his head in the same direction as she was facing, his eyes scanning the game stall for whatever had caught her attention. “Do you see that little rabbit on the shelf?” Flower whispered to him while leaning close to his ear. “It’s kinda cute. I just thought that it looked like you in your coat, doesn’t it?”

The redhead has his eyes trained on the stuffed toy that had caught his girlfriend’s attention. It didn’t take him long to mutter a ‘let’s head over there’ as he brought them both over to the stall, his hand never letting go of her despite her initial surprise. After he forked out some coins for the stall owner, a basket with brightly coloured plastic balls was placed in front of him, the challenge of knocking over all the cans in three hits now laying before him.

“Fukase, you don’t have to do this for me,” The white-haired girl standing behind him said timidly, a bit uneasy that he decided to play this game just for her.

The redhead smiled at her. “But I want to,” He simply said, picking up the first ball from the basket. “Besides, you like that rabbit doll, right?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“Then just sit tight and watch me win it for you!” He gleefully replied as he aimed for the base of one of the can pyramids before hurling his ball at them, nailing a hit on the cans at the bottom for his first throw. The coloured cans tumbled onto the table with loud clatters and clangs as the pyramid fell, knocking down all the obstacles quickly. He grinned at his victory.

“Wow, you got them all in one shot!” The stall owner commended, lightly clapping her hands to his success. “Congratulations! You’re welcomed to choose any prize you want for winning,”

“Any prize?” Fukase glanced over to her as the lady nodded, her satin pink hair bouncing up and down. He soon turned his eyes back to the little rabbit that Flower had been eyeing this whole time, the smile on his face widening. “Can I have the little rabbit over there? The one of that shelf, please,”

“Sure thing!” She replied as she gently lifted the rabbit doll off the shelf and handed it over to him. “Thank you for playing!” The store owner sang out as Fukase received the doll from her, turning back to his girlfriend. Holding out the lavender rabbit doll in his two hands, he smiled warmly at her. “Ta-da! Here you go, Flower,”

Her face shone as she held the doll in her hands, now able to marvel its cuteness up close. It really did look similar to Fukase in his fancy outfit. “Thank you,” She unknowingly broke into a wide smile as she petted the rabbit’s head the same way she did to Point, Fukase’s pet doll. “It’s really cute…” She giggled.

He grinned at her, a warm feeling washing over him at the sight of Flower’s smile. It never failed to make him smile back at her, or to make his cheeks feel a little warmer than usual. Deep down, he wished she did that all the time, but he also understood her take on it; it was better to let her slowly get into the habit of smiling instead of forcing it on her.

Instead, he raised his hand towards her again, hoping to continue their stroll through the carnival until he noticed which one he was holding up to her. In a hasty maneuver, Fukase swiftly relocated himself to be standing on her right side as he offered his hand to her again, disregarding the confused expression on her face. “Shall we go back to the path, milady?”

She giggled again at his formal demeanor. “You don’t have to be so formal,” She quickly packed her new rabbit doll into her basket as she accepted his hand again. Although she was already well aware of his odd behaviour from before, Flower knew better to not bring it up and make him embarrassed.

Unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the more it started to bug her. Especially when she started to realise how often such situations would occur multiple times that night. Upon closer inspection, there was one thing that they all had in common; the fact that Fukase had never let her hold his left hand.

As much as she didn’t want to sound like some prissy girl complaining on their date, the urge to ask him about it was stronger than those worries. “Hey, Fukase?” The white-haired teen began, tugging a little on their interlocked hands to get his attention. “Can I… ask you something?”

He eagerly turned to her. “What is it?”

“Can I hold your left hand?”

The question alone was enough to wash his bright smile away, replacing it with an astonished frown on his face and a startled expression in his eye. His footsteps immediately stopped in the middle of the pathway as his grip on her hand tightened a little. For a while, Flower started to regret asking that question; she would’ve not done so if it meant that she was going to be subjected to him staring at her, downright baffled at her words. Now, she felt as if she was riveted to the ground by his gaze, feeling her heart climbing up her throat as she gulped loudly.

Fortunately for her, he broke their staring contest by turning his head away from her for a bit, his left hand covered from top to bottom in bandages rising up to cover his face. In a low, apologetic tone, he muttered: “Uh, sorry about that,”

She was speechless. “Eh?”

“I know you don’t like it when people stare at you, so… sorry that I was doing that just now.” He hastily apologised before continuing. “A-anyway, why do you want to h-hold my left hand? I mean-! Is there a reason? N-not that you have to tell me, wait I mean-!”

As the redhead stumbled over his words, the gears in Flower’s head started turning. A line of stuttering dialogue from Fukase convinced her that her asking him about it was the right thing to do; in a normal everyday conversation, he would never ever trip over his own words. As far as she could remember, his confidence in speaking has never failed him, only faltering a little whenever Flower managed to sneak a sweet, unintentionally affectionate line of dialogue to him. So to hear him uncharacteristically stutter so much while talking to her normally… Flower quickly realised that something was up.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, Fukase,” She tried to ameliorate the situation, hoping that he wasn’t too embarrassed. “I’m really sorry that I asked it so randomly-”

“It’s not that, it’s just…” He trailed off as his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifted to the sight of his left, bandaged, roughly-surfaced hand. A sigh left his lips; he was gonna have to tell her something eventually, so why wait?

“The truth is,” He started, hoping that he didn’t sound too nervous. “No one… has ever held my left hand before…”

“Why?” She blurted out as her curiosity overrode her politeness.

“I never offered it to them,” He explained slowly, gaining a bit more confidence as he confessed to her. “I mean, you know how my hand looks; it’s a mess. And even with these bandages, it’s still really… you know, coarse and rough,”

Flower found herself frowning at the mention of what his left hand really looked like. It called back a past memory of their time together, when Fukase had told her the events that caused him to look as he is now. That day, he even slowly, very gingerly, took off his bandages and eye patch to show her the scars he had hidden from everyone for so long, the damaged side of him that he refused to show in public in the fear that he would be met with disgust and disdain.

But on the contrary to his fear of Flower leaving him, Fukase was embraced by her love and adoration for him, the emotions in her that he managed to call out now being gifted to him instead as some form of mutual bond. In the same way that he helped her break down her emotional barriers, she had helped him overcome his trauma-induced obstacles. It was a relationship between them that nothing in the world could break.

And tonight was just another testament to it, Fukase realised as Flower quickly shook off his hold on her own hand, instead reaching for his left, roughly-surfaced one covered in white straps of cloth. Her fingers brushed across his as she matched them to line up with hers, a small yet ever-so-kind smile on her face encased in her lips. Fukase unknowingly gulped at the sight of his girlfriend looking at him with so much kindness and care, her beauty brought out even more tonight with her neatly combed tomboyish hair and lilac-coloured butterfly pin.

“Fukase,” She broke the silence between them as she whispered softly. “Does it feel any different when I hold your hand like this?”

He averted his eyes at her question. “Well, for me, it feels the same but for you-”

“It’s the same for me too, you know,” She interrupted him gently, shifting her right hand to the side a little as she interlocked their hands together. “I know you’re always worried about how your scars might change how I see you, but… You know that’s never gonna happen, right?”

As soon as she spotted the skepticism in his eyes, she took it as a sign to continue. “Whichever hand I’m holding doesn’t matter to me so long as it’s yours, Fukase. You don’t have to be worried about how you look when you’re with me; I don’t mind any of it at all,”

“ … Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Besides,” She chuckled as she recalled another memory. “Didn’t I already tell you before that I liked your scars?”

“W-well yeah, but…” After baring out the truth to her, the red-haired boy felt unnaturally vulnerable, the somewhat playful tone in her voice making him blush. He still wasn’t used to her telling him that she liked the permanent markings on his skin. For a long time, he hated them and wished that they would just disappear, especially since they were a reminder of that dark side of him. And yet to listen to her words when she said that she liked them… it felt like letting go of a breath of air that he’d be holding for a long time. ‘Because they’re a part of you too’, Flower had told him back then. ‘That’s why I like them’

Meanwhile, the girl standing before him gently pulled their interlocked hands back down, her left hand holding tightly to her basket as she turned back to the path. “I really don’t mind holding your left hand, Fukase,” She reassured him again with a soft smile. “So… let’s keep this date going, okay?”

Flower hadn’t even taken one step forward before she was tugged back towards the red-haired boy, his uncalloused hand cupping her face as he pulled her closer to him. Just like the beginning of their date when he had commented on her blushing cheeks, the snow-haired teen found herself hypnotized by his armour-piercing gaze, his right red eye staring intently at her for a short while only to soften as he leaned his face close to her, closing his eyes and landing his lips onto hers. As her cheeks heated up like red-hot iron, she knew in absolute certainty that she was blushing now.

It seemed as if time stood still as Fukase kissed her, the action and noises in their surroundings seeming to pause as her eyelids slid shut in conjunction to his daring public display of affection, his head tilting slightly to deepen their kiss as Flower mimicked his actions. It felt like hours had slipped by them as they parted from their kiss, the commotion from the carnival returning to their field of vision and awareness.

Fukase’s face was almost as red as his hair as he chuckled lightly, his iconic bright smile back on his face. “Hana-chan, thank you,” His voice was teeming with gratitude as he thanked her. “You always seem to know exactly what to say,”

Flower was blushing equally as much, her wallflower shyness emerging from her. “I’m just being honest,” She humbly replied.

“How in the world did I get a girlfriend as amazing as you?”

“I could say the same for you, you know,”

“Me? What did I do?”

“I mean, how in the world did I get a boyfriend as sweet and funny as you?”

“Hey! Don’t copy my words!”

“But it’s true!”

The both of them laughed at each other’s antics, their hands interlocked with one another as they continued to stroll down the dirt-trodden path.

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A/N: GAAAAAHHHH these two make me soft~ ;-;

#fukase #fukaflower #vocaloid fukase #vflower #v4flower #vocaloid #flokase #fukasexflower #flowerxfukase #ship #vocaloid ship #carnival #festival #date #yukata

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anotherkpopvictim · 4 years ago

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Beneath the Stars - VMin Drabble

(Gif source - me)

A/N: So...how have I not written a strictly VMin fic yet?? idk.

Happy Birthday to everyone’s favorite mochi Park Jimin <3<3<3

Relationship: Kim Taehyung X Park Jimin

Rating: T (making out)

Words: 1108

Fluff, just fluff

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When Taehyung had set up a midnight picnic on the rooftop of their dorm for Jimin, he couldn’t have anticipated the night’s turn of events.

It had been a hard day at practice and after seeing the defeated, sad look on his best friend’s face, Taehyung decided that a special, platonic (or maybe not so platonic) date was in order.

The night was perfect, not a single cloud in the sky and just a gentle breeze making its way over the city. Taehyung set up a giant, fluffy blanket with an armful of pillows and smaller blankets to help them fight the temperature as it cooled. He brought two bottles of Jimin’s favorite mango juice and some fresh chocolate chip cookies he’d bought from the nearby bakery. Two candle lanterns gave them enough light to see but kept the area dark enough that the stars would be visible.

Taehyung dragged a reluctant and pouty Jimin up to the rooftop after he’d finished showering. It was totally worth running up and down the flights of stairs multiple times just to see the priceless look on Jimin’s face.

His best friend’s eyes widened as he took in the scene, glossing over with held back tears. Jimin turned to him with a surprised but happy look on his face. “What’s all this for?”

Taehyung grinned, “You need cuddles and love so...” he trailed off with a shy shrug.

“It’s beautiful, Tae,” Jimin said as his eyes flickered back to the setup. “You always know exactly what I need.”

“Well, what are soulmates for?” Taehyung grabbed him by the hand once more and dragged him over to the blanket. “Here, get yourself comfortable and we can have our snacks!”

Jimin didn’t hesitate to comply, a fond smile on his lips as the other ruffled through a picnic basket. He pulled one of the smaller blankets around his shoulders and fluffed up a few of their pillows behind them.

“Where’d you even get that?” Jimin questioned, tilting his head at the picnic basket made of woven wood and covered in a sheen of pink sparkles. “It’s so...”

“Cliche? Overdone?” Tae finished as he pulled out the juice and cookies from said basket. He grinned his stupid boxy smile that never failed to make Jimin melt into a puddle of goo. “I know. It’s Jin-hyung’s, though.”

“Ah, now it makes sense.”

The two of them giggled as they munched on the tasty cookies and sipped at the juice.

A few minutes later, the food finished, Taehyung and Jimin laid back on the blanket and pillows and curled up together just like they always did. It was almost physically impossible for the two of them to be in the same room as each other and not be touching in some way.

Sides pressed together, they admired the moon shining in the sky and the stars that were twinkling surprisingly brightly that night.

Without really knowing why, after some time Taehyung turned to look at Jimin, only to find him staring right back at him. Now their eyes were locked on each other and they couldn’t seem to tear their gazes away.

Neither knew who first leaned in - perhaps it was simply both of them - but suddenly their lips were touching and their eyelids were slipping shut.

Taehyung couldn’t help but think how different Jimin’s lips were from the lips of anyone he’d kissed before - drastically different. Jimin’s lips were plush and naturally soft, a stark contrast to the sticky, lip gloss lips of the girl he’d kissed when he was fourteen, and the rough, chapped lips of the young man he’d drunkenly kissed just a year or two ago at an after-party. Jimin’s lips simply felt perfect, but perhaps he was a tiny bit biased.

The two of them pulled apart from the chaste kiss and their eyes met, saying so much more than their words ever could.

Then Jimin reached up and cupped Taehyung’s face in his small hands, smiling fondly before leaning in and pressing their lips together once more.

Taehyung’s hands naturally gravitated towards Jimin’s slim waist, his long fingers almost immediately digging into the soft skin. The younger pulled Jimin closer, easily tugging him until he was seated in his lap. This made the angle for their kiss much easier.

Jimin went without a fight, wrapping his legs around Taehyung’s waist and his arms slipping over the younger man’s shoulders. The two continued to kiss sensually, gentle and unhurried. Sometimes their smiles would interrupt the kissing, but neither could help it when they both just felt so happy.

When they finally pulled apart a while later, it was only because both Taehyung and Jimin could feel themselves getting worked up. They were both becoming hard in their sweatpants and neither one wanted to go further just yet. So, reluctantly, their lips parted from each other. They kept their faces close still and smiled fondly at each other.

Taehyung removed one of his hands from Jimin’s waist so he could run the pad of his thumb over the older man’s baby soft cheeks, over the small breakouts on his jawline. He admired him quietly, just taking in the way his best friend looked right now - lips swollen and a slightly darker pink than natural.

Meanwhile, Jimin was doing the same thing. He admired the dark curls of hair the fell over Taehyung’s ears and forehead, allowing his fingers to run through the soft locks at his nape. He marveled at the dark chocolate orbs that always held such emotion in them and he felt like he could get lost in.

“You know,” Taehyung started, coughing gently to clear his throat when his voice caught. “You know...I really love you, Jiminie.”

“I love you, too.”

“No, I -” Taehyung swallowed, though not nervously. “You’re my best friend and you’ll always be my best friend...but I love you, Jiminie.

Jimin felt the corners of his lips tug upwards until he was fully smiling. “And I love you the same way, dummy.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened and he grinned joyfully. “Yeah?”

Jimin nodded, “Yeah.”

The two spent the following few hours holding each other closely and stealing kisses from their smiling lips. They didn’t define their relationship yet, and they didn’t feel the need to. Neither of them knew what the future held for them - a future that was so uncertain considering their careers - but they knew they loved each other. They knew it wouldn’t be easy, not in the slightest, but they had each other and they knew they would have the support of their bandmates and families as well, and that was enough.

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A/N: So this is the shortest thing I’ve written but I felt like it didn’t really need to be long.

Let me know what you thought! Comments and likes are always appreciated <3

P.S. I have a requested HobiXBTS littlspace drabble in the works still, so please just know that I haven’t forgotten about it! I won’t make any promises as to when it will be out, but it will be the next thing I post :)

#bts #bts drabble #bts drabbles #bts fanfic #bts fanfics #bts fanfiction #bts taehyung #bts v #bts jimin #kim taehyung #park jimin #bts vmin #vmin

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theintrovertowl · 5 years ago

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“Always with you” – Hanzo x Harumi Hasashi One Shot (+ a very cute Satoshi)

As much as I love SubScorp, I felt the need to put some emphasis on Hanzo’s relationship with Harumi as well, since he mentions her so often during the games (which means that he obviously loved her to death, so much that he had to become Scorpion but oh well). I now portrait it as that extremely wholesome relationship, because we all know Hanzo is the epitome of lifetime commitment and whatnot ♥

Disclaimer: I have done as much research as I could on the Japanese terms and culture aspects, but if I had done anything out of place, please let me know!

Note: The words in both bold and italics have their meanings at the end of the story.

Warning: Rated F for feels

Summary: Hanzo Hasashi grows wistful of the memories with his family, and relives them in one of his dreams.

Hanzo never thought he would ever see his clan restored, especially after the wraith phase that he went through a long time ago. Once Shirai Ryu has regained its identity and existence, new students have arrived at the Fire Gardens, mostly the unfortunate youngsters who have escaped from the merciless threads of the present society. Orphans, refugees, defectors, homeless...fragile souls with various heart-breaking stories. Just like Grandmaster Hanzo Hasashi used to be. However, he has not only gained fighting skills and the power of Hellfire, but an extremely hard shell around his emotions, learning to cope with all the tragedies that happened in his life. Even if that meant submitting to Netherrealm’s sorcerer, Quan Chi. Seeing all these young lads mid training, he gradually remembers his son, Satoshi, and anticipates his outcome, had his offspring got to see the light of the day during these times. The fiery Grandmaster was undergoing through harrowing sentiments of melancholy, all involving thoughts about his family. The students were young and oblivious at times, but not entirely blind towards their mentor’s state of mind, manifested through his changed behavior. It was known among the Shirai Ryu students that Hanzo was a very strict teacher in general, who implemented excruciating training sessions; he was never afraid to speak his mind in a harsh manner while the disciples were failing their exercises. But they knew it was for their own good nevertheless. In the latest days, though, Hanzo became more mellow, and approached the incoming training fails with more indulgence; everyone felt it was like a ‘paternal phase’, which became even more confusing than the image of a stern Grandmaster. Therefore, no one dared to question Hanzo about his thoughts; they barely knew his origin story in general. Most of the students actually assumed he grew up as a loner, a celibate who had different ideas of honor and inner fulfillment than the common man. But little did they know of their master’s true tale…

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Hanzo has finally entered his room, after another long day full of intense training and teaching. It was all quiet and peaceful, hence every student had got the same strict sleeping schedule. It was only him...and his thoughts, again. The moment he placed his head on the soft pillow, Hanzo could finally feel the exhaustion, both mentally and physically. The Grandmaster fell asleep pretty quickly, considering his restlessness usually involves staring at the ceiling for a long time, just reflecting about everything that happens throughout his existence, whether it’s the past, present or future. He simply prefers those silent moments, where he can truly be at peace for a short while. When he closed his deeply ringed eyes, everything faded to black, and slowly transitioned to bright, but warm hues of yellow and orange light. This light suddenly formed shapes...some familiar ones, to be precise. And then there were another two familiar silhouettes: a smaller one, and a more feminine one. Hanzo suddenly found himself in his old household, and the silhouettes got more defined: they were Harumi, and Satoshi. His family...it is back? It all felt so real and authentic for him, more than ever. However, he started inspecting himself, but could only take a look at his hands; he recognized the fabric and belts on his arm, they were part of his Scorpion’s former attire. Everything seems more confusing now.

Harumi looked at him with a warm smile plastered on her face, while Satoshi couldn’t contain his pure excitement. The Japanese woman slowly approached her husband and delicately touched his wounded and calloused hands. In that moment, Hanzo could feel it so well: the reassuring soft touch that he has been missing for such a long time. For the first time, it all felt so overwhelming, and he was trying so hard not to sob in front of his son, but he also wanted to enjoy this peaceful moment, so he contained himself, for now.

“Welcome home, anata (1). We have been waiting for you…”

The warrior could not wait any longer, and he quickly, but gently pulled his wife into a silent hug. Satoshi didn’t even have to ask, and he hastily joined the hug as well. The familiar warmth is finally, and Hanzo didn’t feel like letting it go.

“I have missed you both…so much…” he muttered under his breath, his voice softer than ever.

“I know…but let’s have dinner now. Then we can talk more” Harumi replied, slowly releasing herself from her husband’s affectionate embrace. She cupped his face in her tiny hands, with a soft smile, then caressed his broad shoulders before she left to the dining room and prepare the meal.

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As it was expected, the dinner was fairly quiet at most, but no one contested the peacefulness. The Japanese family had ramen this evening. He never admitted it to anyone, but Hanzo always missed his wife’s dishes, although he is now able to cook by himself.

“This is some delightful ramen, Kana” he pointed out as a conversation starter.

“It is miso with Chashu (2), just how you like it” Harumi replied with a faint smile.

“Dad, have you tried mom’s Daifuku (3)? They are even better!” Satoshi exclaimed.

“No, Jubei. But I would love to” Hanzo confessed to the child.

“I believe it is time for you to go to bed, young one” Harumi intervened. “You can spend time with your father tomorrow.”

“Aw, alright…” the boy frowned. But that didn’t stop him from approaching his father and giving him a hug before he headed to the Realm of Dreams. The man gladly returned the embrace and then softly kissed his son on the forehead.

“Oyasumi, papa!(4)” Satoshi exclaimed joyfully while he went to his room with Harumi.

“Good night, Jubei!” Hanzo replied.

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After the child fell asleep, the Japanese couple retreated to the master bedroom. Hanzo has removed half of the battle garments and only remained with the base clothing. Meanwhile, Harumi took off her daytime kimono and put on her jinbei(5). Of course, he couldn’t help but notice more of his wife’s delicate, porcelain skin, along with her soft and naturally feminine features that he fell in love with at the first sight; she looked even more beautiful in his eyes when her long and dark hair was loose from all the accessories. The Grandmaster slowly approached behind his spouse and gently caressed her tiny shoulders, while planting a few genuinely needy kisses. Harumi softly hummed with content, although it was quite rare for her loved one to be this affectionate.

“It feels as if you were gone forever, anata…”

“Kana…I fought through Hell to spend another day with you” Hanzo replied with a lower tone; he later nuzzled against Harumi’s neck and pulled her in another embrace.

In a slow pace, the woman turned around and pulled him into a passionate kiss. It was no doubt Hanzo has craved this form of intimacy for so long, and his wife used to make these intimate moments so unique, so sacred in their own way. As strange as it seemed to the outsiders, his commitment has been undeniable, and almost eternal…

“No matter what, I will always be with you…we will always be with you…” she said quietly, but with a convincing tone.

However, this last phrase finally broke Hanzo from his long lost dream. The intimate moment faded to black, and all he was left with was the surroundings of the present. On top of that, he started sweating profusely, then softly broke down into hot tears filled with anguish and regret. No one could hear him in the numbness of the night, as it should be. But it all felt…so real and authentic: the conversations, the touches, the atmosphere. Once again, his mind has played with his vulnerabilities. As an impulsive reflex, he quickly headed to one of the drawers in his simplistic room, and pulled out a cloth. But it was no ordinary cloth, it had flowery embroideries of a sakura tree, and more than that, it was the only physical memory from his loved one, Harumi…Somehow, he managed to save it, even during the experience with the Netherrealm. And he swore to protect it until the end of his own existence.

“You might not be here in person, but I am certain you meant that you will always be in my heart, and you were not wrong…Kana…” he muttered before he headed back to the bed and prepared for a new morning at the Fire Gardens.

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(1) jap.:darling; usually an endearing term among couples (hiragana: あなた) (2) (cuisine) pork belly tied into a cylinder, braised and then served in slices; it is one of the main ingredients used in Ramen. (3) (cuisine) Japanese dessert made out of mochi (glutinous rice cake) and usually stuffed with anko (sweetened red bean paste) or fruits (4) jap.: Good night, dad! (hiragana: おやすみ、パパ！) (5) Traditional Japanese nightwear, worn by all genders

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mk scorpion #hanzo hasashi #harumi hasashi #satoshi hasashi #one shot #fluff #and a bit of feels #ok im done i gotta go to bed now #mk headcanons #mk fanfic

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shade-without-color · 6 years ago

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Daily Little Miracles

Note: Alright I caved in, as this is a conversation starter between @stormcrowthegrey with her own cat Clem, which I thought of an idea of what Kyo dealt with a fat cat. Anyway, the Tortie idea is actually based on Japanese folklore which seems fitting! So please enjoy my uber quick fanfic of Kyo and Tohru as it is the first time I tried writing them <3

Kyo groaned softly as he looked over the window. It is pouring again and as usual, he is not a big fan of that. That situation made his muscles ache and his mood dampened, as he saw the pitter patterns of rain falling back and forth. Maybe he could fight that feeling by just falling asleep, and think of the warm summer days which he would hike up the mountains and shish looking up the mountain range, with their breaths taken away.

Soon he broke a small smile as he fell asleep to that wonderful dream.

The rain will stop, and soon the sun will rise again.

Until he woke up with a bemusing expression of a cat. It looks like a tortoiseshell, and her marks made her look like a mischievous goblin. Somehow her paws sank into his chest and soon she started to knead it quietly. The sounds of purrs nearly shook him as if grinning to Kyo for his stupidity.

“Kyo-Kun.” Toru, as usual, seems to bring a warm smile to break away his miasma “Ohhh a kitty…” soon she gave a little squeak. “Hello, kitty!” Toru knelt to her level and started to rub her head and give her chin scratches. “She seems beautiful!”

Kyo rolled his eyes slightly. “So what is your verdict…” as he looked over at the cat who seems to be happy to watch her owner. However Tohru does not mind the company, she knows due to the zodiac curse, that animals followed them for some strange purposes, sometimes it can be hilarious, as she could imagine Kagura waking up to a singular of wild boars hungering for a meal when Kyo and Kagura would camp out with the woods with shishou as children or maybe they do have that special intuition that they are special and it did happen when a chowder of kittens surrounded him when they discuss about what stall they want to do for the cultural festival.

Nevertheless, this one is a special one, as she has a rotund body and markings that make her look like black sesame mochi drizzled with brown sugar syrup. Her amber eyes sparkling mischief as she continuously kneads on his chest.

“Maybe she is looking out for you when you are unwell Kyo-Kun…” Toru preen her skirt quietly before petting her head “I remember that mum said when she saw a tortoiseshell cat like her, she would say that they hold as a good luck charm for fishermen, and they accompanied them to sea to scare away ghosts and demons.”

“Like who?”

Kyo cannot help but crack a small grin. If he could choose anyone to get away, it could be Yuki or maybe Shigure’s tactics. Somehow he gave a resigned sigh “Well kitty I supposed you have something in mind…” reluctantly he took out his hand “Hope you just ease your claws.” Somehow that weight of that tortoiseshell cat overwhelmed Kyo (And alongside the chilly weather which made him lethargic) Before long he slowly falls into a short nap, exhausted by the day's activities. Tohru smiles peacefully as she quickly grabbed a small blanket and slowly draped them, and before long the tortoiseshell cat slowly curled up to sleep, leaving him all paralysed. Tohru knew that no matter how much Kyo will lift himself up, eventually the mischievous cat will lay him down.

Tohru gave a small giggle on that sight. It was one of these moments which Tohru could hold them as daily little miracles.

“Make sure you guard Kyo-Kun well…” Toru gave a whisper to Kyo’s new guardian “he does need that rest.” For that moment, Tohru quietly picked up the laundry and started to fold his pants and shirts around her arms. She thought of leaving Kyo with a small drink and biscuits, but she knew that the cat will be persistent, to not let Kyo out of her sight.

However it is best not to wake both, and it is a lovely sight to look over. Meanwhile, Yuki grumbled quietly, as he came out from a warm shower. “For real, Kyo always bring his unwanted guests around…” as he looked at that sight of the tortoiseshell cat laying on his chest. “Should I send that cat out…” Toru looked over at the window, well the downpour will be a long one. “I fear it will dirty the room.”

“This is no ordinary cat Sohma-kun.”

Toru simpered quietly “it is a lucky one and we all need that!” Yuki looked over the sleeping duo, indeed it is a nice sight away from the usually brash Kyo, to actually sleep peacefully. “After all it will be cruel to leave it all alone in the rain, she can stay for one night…”

“If you said so…”

“Say Soma-Kun should we work on the math problems…while we decide on dinner…” Toru suggested gently “I am thinking Sukiyaki would be great for a chilly evening!”

“Sounds good, I could pluck some onions and leeks from my garden!”

Toru clapped her hands together “Oh sounds good…” though she knew that Kyo would make a fuss about this. “Maybe I can make Kyo…hmm…”

“I will be off!”

“See you later Sohma-Kun!” Tohru waved to Yuki quietly “Stay warm!”Now that Yuki left the scene. Tohru quietly closed the door, only taking quick glances of Kyo’s peaceful gaze, watching his chest heave quietly make her heart flutter. It was one of these moments which she could treasure forever in her heart.

#writing #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #fruits basket #kyo x tohru #Tohru Honda #Kyo Sohma #kyo souma #fruba #fanfic #fanfiction #yuki souma #Yuki Sohma #drabble #creative writing

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musubiki · 4 years ago

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Queen, you are so big brain, ugh I love your mind.....🥺🥺🥺 Catears and Mochi are otp....

Does Lime ever feel like he might get caught if he shows too much concern or worry for Mochi to where she is just like, "bro??? Who are you and why do you care."

And there is that cute...angry confession scene...ugh sorry for all the asks, I just love your ocs so much and your taste in troupes is what I adore and live for.

waah thank you!!! im super duper happy when people ask about my ocs cuz i can talk about them a lot!! 😭😭

and HE DOES!! sometimes she calls him out on “why do you give a shit? why not just try to kill me like everyone else?” and he has to pause and remind himself oh shit, shes right once again, gotta be more cold. but its HARD FOR HIM!!! CUZ HE LOVES HER SO MUCH AND HES SO CONCERNED ABOUT HER SAFETY ITS DIFFICULT TO JUST TRY TO TURN IT OFF!!!!!!!!

and actually...theres not!! he never willingly tells her. its more like a scene where somehow, someone reveals mochis identity as the cat witch to the WHOLE Underground. and shes up shits creek with a small paddle, surrounded in an unfamiliar realm with hundreds of magical beings ALL TRAINED FIGHTERS who now want her dead, and limes not there (or at least not to her knowledge), and when the big fight starts, cat-ears defends her. at first shes like why?? but what the hell its an extra pair of hands so she doesnt waste time questioning it!! only when the situation gets really dire, that he pulls out the thunderbat to fight and shes like. wait.

because either 1) he somehow mimicked the thunderbat, stole it from lime, or somehow had an identical weapon, or 2) this IS lime. and the dots just slowly connect in her head regarding how he acted towards her and all the excuses he made not to come with her to the Underground. anyway, lime with the thunderbat is damn near unstoppable (especially with taffy there for the water + electricity duo, which he is), so they make it out of there fine!!!

but post-fight, lime is yelling at taffy and coco (still disguised as cat-ears), shouting something about doing a better job protecting their witch, and coco shouts back something snarky about how she cant believe he did this blah blah blah, meanwhile mochi is standing there listening in silence. finally taffy clears his throat LOUDLY and kind of nod nods toward mochi, hint hint, shes standing right there. coco does that meme of the monkey doll looking away and backs up. this aint her problem no more, limes on his own.

so they stand in silence for a bit, and mochi just softly says “...lime?” and hes ALSO quiet for a bit, and through that aforementioned scratchy coarse fucked up voice he has as cat-ears he says “hi moch.”

and then she SLAPS him again sending his helmet spinning, and of course his reaction is “OW HEY WHAT THE FUCK!!” and he rips his helmet off, and for some reason seeing his FACE, confirmed, for real under there, she SLAPS HIM AGAIN!!! its a lot of (i cant believe he LIED TO ME and ACTED SO COLD TO ME and was DOING ALL THIS DANGEROUS STUFF BEHIND MY BACK) and she lowkey had big crocodile tears swelling up, stomps off quietly, and lime goes after her with the whole “wait WAIT MOCHI I CAN EXPLAIN-”, also yelling back at taffy and coco to clean up the big mess they left behind (and by clean up i mean go take mochis hundreds of memory spell tags and wipe the memories of everyone down there to keep mochis identity hidden)

LONG POST THAT I PROBABLY TALKED A LOT ABOUT BEFORE A FEW TIMES BUT I LIKE THIS SCENE IN PARTICULAR!!!!!!!

#mochi and cat-ears is chefs kiss actually #god i love the whole....secret identity lime...#cat-ears isnt like a different personality for him or anything #he act like lime as cat-ears to everyone else but mochi because she would know if he did #bpp #anyway. love them v much #my favorite scene is 1. him pulling out the thunderbat and it being like. oh...#and 2. when she says his name softly and yeah its him. he says hi softly back and it immedately descends into comedic violence again #THANKS FOR SENDING THESE ASKS I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY OCS!!!!#since ill never get around to drawing all this stuff

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kpop-shenanigans · 7 years ago

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101 Dalmatians

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Prompt: You have to dogsit for your friend and end up meeting someone through an unfortunate situation

> Zelo looks so squishy in that gif

This was very inspired by 101 Dalmatians but lel I had fun writing this

-Sam <

Your friend Chaewon decided that going on a trip without telling you was a good idea. As both of you were flatmates, you had already grown used to being in the presence of a dog. Yet, you had no idea how to actually take care of one.

Either Chaewon loved someone with the last name Yo a bit too much or she had a weird taste for names, since she named her dog Yo. Imagine walking around hearing "Yo, come here. Atta girl!". Amazing, right?

After she surprised you with the trip, she stated that it would take a week and she would be back during the night while she had left in the morning hurriedly. You couldn't blame her though, hell you couldn't even say she was the one who surprised you with the trip, since it was her boss' fault in the first place.

When the time came to take Yo on a walk, you couldn't wait. I mean, you could but Yo couldn't. Chaewon had told you she had trained her to go to the bathroom only when she went outside, but when Chaewon was late probably everyone in the neighbourhood could've had heard the dog scratching the front door as if it was a cat and would’ve know that it was indeed time to go outside.

Finally, when you had enough, you got up and grabbed the leash to take Yo out.

You could barely keep her in check. She was pulling too strongly and she was going everywhere she could and all you could do was go after her.

When you arrived at a dog park, she just went berserk, especially with a dog that was also being dragged by his owner. You had no idea how he couldn't make the dog stop being so hyper, but then again. You couldn't keep up with a Pomeranian.

When the dogs got closer to each other and sniffing, you both said a polite "Hello".

You couldn't see much of the stranger's face. You noticed he had a completely black mask, which wasn't unusual nowadays, as well his hoodie covering his hair. Well, at least you could see his skin was pretty much perfect.

Since you were admiring the stranger you didn't notice the two dogs getting way too excited. Suddenly, they started running after one another and when you noticed, you were basically on top of the stranger. Both leashes were intertwined and you could barely move. "Do you have any idea on how to escape this mess?" you asked to the stranger, in your native tongue by mistake. Instantly you apologised and basically repeated what you said but in Korean. He smiled politely and noticed the way you had used a formal way of speaking. "You don't need to speak so politely. Think of me as your friend. I think we're not leaving anytime soon and the only idea I have is calling someone." You looked around and noticed the park was empty, maybe because it was already night-time, or because it was kind of far away from the centre of the city. "I don't think that would help though. And they seem like they're enjoying this." he added.

Yo and the stranger's dog were pretend-fighting which just happened to end as you looked, both dogs laying near each other with their tongues out, tired from all the running.

"They're so cute. What's their name?" You asked, completely in love with the dog. "His name is mochi. What about yours?"

"Yo. She's not actually mine though, so don't blame me for the weird name. If anything, the owner is the mom and I'm the freeloader aunt." you smiled a bit, a giggle escaping your mouth.

"And what's the name of Yo's aunt?" he asked, laughing a bit. "____________. And what about mochi's father?" you asked looking at him with a sly look on your face. "Junhong. It's a pleasure to meet you ____________.”to which you instantly replied in polite Korean "The pleasure is all mine."

When you realised what you had done you laughed quietly. "Sorry, it's a bad habit of mine."

After that, someone appeared seemingly out of the blue. It was a friend of yours who had an extremely bad habit of going shopping before sundown. You had somehow befriended a 1st year foreigner student who had just joined your university and were basically living a sunbae-hoobae relationship during university and when training your Korean. She was always polite to you, even when speaking in English (or as polite as she could be) and when she noticed a couple together she just let it go and thought "an affectionate couple who can't control their urges, time to keep going" and suddenly she stopped behind Junhong, probably thinking she wasn't noticed and stared at the dogs. A lot.

You coughed to gain her attention and spoke in English. "Sara. Can you help us?"

Junhong looked behind and only then did he notice the stranger-to-him-friend-of-yours. She looked at him and you and she simply noticed replying with a short "yes sunbae." in Korean and a face that just annoyed you more than it should have, as she looked smug and fascinated at the same time.

When you were both free, she asked to pet the dogs as a reward "for being such a good hoobae who came to the rescue of those in need", which both of you gladly agreed.

Both you and Junhong talked for a bit, which was resumed by "Sorry if I caused some sort of inconvenience." "oh no, I'm sorry. my dog was the one who did the most." "No, no! my dog helped yours just as much. I'm truly sorry!"

Meanwhile, Sara, who had been given the leashes so she could pet them without them actually running away, and also because both of your hands were hurting from the pressure the dogs had applied when pulling the leashes, gave the leashes back and thanked both of you for letting her pet the dogs.

"Mochi and Yo are adorable. Thank you so much", to which you simply looked at her funny because you had never told her Junhong's dog's name.

She then turned to Junhong and said calmly "I'm a baby. Thank you so much for all your hard work. I'll keep doing my best as a fan. Hopefully one day I'll be able to meet you formally as a baby on a fan meeting. I hope both of you have a good day." After that, she left and you finally associated everything.

You probably hadn't realised Junhong was actually Zelo because you couldn’t see properly during the night. Deciding to leave, before acting as a sasaeng, you thanked him for tolerating you and then grabbed Yo, lifting her off of the ground. Why you hadn't done that when you entered the park, you had no idea.

Then you heard someone clear their throat as they also did the same to their dog. "I think Mochi had fun playing with Yo. What do you think about them having a play-date of sorts while we have some coffee?' he asked.

"Are you asking me out or am I reading too much into the situation?" you retorted. "I'm pretty sure I'm asking you out." he replied.

"Tell you what. Tomorrow around this time, come to this park. Then we'll decide on the actual details about that coffee you were talking about. After all, we don’t another situation like the one that happened today to occur again." You answered, to which he only replied with "It's a date then. See you tomorrow then."

As you two bid your goodbyes, you couldn't stop yourself from deciding to give Yo an extra treat today and to thank Chaewon’s boss for telling her to go on that trip. After all, you had just gotten a date.

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andrewmoocow · 6 years ago

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Fooly Falls 2 Chapter 6: Ride on Shooting Star (originally posted on June 25, 2019)

AN: Parting is such a sweet sorrow as they always say. Welcome my friends to the final chapter of Fooly Falls 2: Ride on Shooting Star, where we'll have to say goodbye to Gwen, Tyrone, Arnold, Haruko, Jinyu, Dipper, Mabel, Stan, Ford and all the others. It's certainly been a fun ride with laughs, tears and Rick & Morty references all around, but all good things must come to an end.

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"What's going on?! What is this?" Gwen asked as Atomsk's crimson hue began to wash all over the Oregon town while she came face to face with Haruko, who was sadistically ecstatic to see him again. "It's here, it's here! IT'S FINALLY HERE!"

"So wait, is that the big bird Haruko is constantly on about?" Tyrone asked his great-grunkle Ford. "It must be. Who else could give off energy that insane?!" Stanford exclaimed shielding his eyes. "We have to split up everyone! Juan, Jorge, Wendy, you go find a way to stop this chaos! Ezra, get Pacifica, Soos, Melody & Abby to safety at the Mystery Shack! The rest of us will-"

Ford didn't have enough time to give further instructions before Haruko smacked her bass on the coaster tracks and making them contort into the shape of a birdcage that she stood proudly atop of.

"Hop on my chair everyone, we're going up!" Stan commanded. Tyrone, Ford, Dipper, Mabel, Kanda, Ian and Leia clung onto his flying wheelchair when Leia felt Ezra's hand touch her shoulder. "Something up Ez?" she asked Candy's son before he grabbed her hand. "If either of us don't make it out alive, I just want you to know," Ezra confessed. "that yes. I did indeed find you attractive in that bathing suit."

The two teens kissed each other on the lips while Ian and Tyrone watched proudly. "My man." the pair declared in unison. "One last kiss in the middle of the apocalypse before the heroine goes off to help save the world. That sounds like a good scene for a post-apocalyptic romance." Ian muttered to himself. "Kinda like that old zombie movie."

Meanwhile, Gwen clung onto the giant birdcage still angry at Haruko when her newfound mechanical half began reacting to Medical Mechanica. The factory and the theme park castle emitted red energy waves that vibrated all the way to the cage, causing Atomsk to appear and begin absorbing everything in its path.

"Are you satisfied now?" Gwen asked finally reaching Haruko. "All this! This is what you wanted, right? Your dream's being fulfilled, so just go back and leave us alone! And give Arnold back. Please."

"And if you don't wanna leave, I'll make you leave myself!" Stan snarled catching up to her great-great niece with the others clinging onto his futuristic wheelchair. "Ford, gimme the formula!" he ordered his brother. "But I haven't even finished mixing yet! It's still highly experimental so it could kill you!" Ford exclaimed stirring his superhuman formula in its beaker with a popsicle stick. "Or give you that bad stomachache I've talked about earlier. Who knows?"

"Oh Gwennie, didn't I teach you anything?" the Vespa Woman mockingly scolded the younger girl. "Give this back! Give that back! Oh give it back please, because it's all about what I want! I want everything to be mine! Give it to me! More! You're like a child throwing a tantrum. You think you can get things by asking, that if you're crying and stomping on the floor, people will simply give you what you want."

"Look who's talking rosado-scalped broad!" Stan jeered coming to Gwen's defense. "Say that again Fezhead." Raharu snarled back. "LOOK. WHO'S. TALK. ING." Stan repeated very slowly, putting extra emphasis on his wrinkled lips. "Instead of bitching and moaning until you get what you want, you instead commit full-blown genocide so that you can have a bird put his spirally dick into your honeypot."

"If I can't just ask, what should I do?!" Gwen cried pounding her fist on the ground. "Hand it over." Haruko suggested holding out her hand. "If you want something you don't have, then you must hand over whatever you do hand. That's called balance."

"You're making a deal?" Gwen wondered. "My dad has bad experiences with making deals." she added. "Don't worry squirt, just give your power to me and the status quo will be god again." Haruhara affirmed. "Is that your final answer?" Gwen continued, and Haruko just smirked. "You're responsible for your own responses."

"Despite what you think, we all learned something." Gwen declared standing up. "It's time to stop acting childish, open ourselves up to others, let old grudges go, build our own purposes in life, be more patient, love who we are and not let negativity catch up to us. And that's why, I'M JUST GOING TO TAKE IT!"

"YOU GET A GOLD STAR!" Haruko declared with a snap of her fingers when she was met with a punch to the face from Gwen while red energy burst from the younger girl's head. "That's it, give it to me!" Haruko exclaimed swiftly dodging all of Gwen's attacks. "More! More!"

"I think Gwennie might need our help. Ford, gimme the formula now!" Stan shouted to his brother. "Okay fine, but don't say I didn't warn you!" Ford resigned dropping the vial in the con-artist's hand. The old man just gazed at the beaker in his palm for a few precious seconds before smashing it in his grip and chugging down the fluid within. Stan felt something change within his elderly body, and he was loving it. "Time to swat some wasps, SUPER STAN STYLE!"

Bursting out of his wheelchair, Stan roared at the top of his lungs while his muscles bulked up, his pupils turned pure white, his whitening hair dying itself golden brown while growing down to his waist and his eyebrows becoming completely nonexistent. "Now, let's finish what I started last chapter!" he roared zooming towards the two fighting girls and punched his former friend in the face, sending her flying into the mountainside. "You wanna fight now?!"

"COME ON!" Haruko screamed charging at her ex-partner with her Mustang in hand and the pair clashed. "I ain't letting you take Atomsk away from me you old hag!" she shouted beaning Stan in his nose. "I don't want Atomsk, I just want you to leave my family alone!" Stan replied with a nasty piledriver into the streets. "At this rate, I might as well report you for full-blown pedophilia!"

"Whoa-ho, do NOT go there Fezhead!" the Vespa Woman exclaimed stabbing Stan in his pectoral-covered chest with the head of her guitar. "Ain't no government gonna hold me down, because chances are they'd be too stupid to actually keep me down!"

Atomsk's eyes gleamed and fired a large red beam from his beak at the brawling duo, briefly consuming them in crimson energy. When the blast subsided, the pair were motionless. Then, they roared ferociously and their battle began once again, the two of them wearing the Pirate King's chains to beat each other with. "THIS POWER, IT'S JUST WHAT...I'VE WANTED!" Haruko snarled overflowing with Atomsk's awesome power while clawing at Stan's face. "I NO LONGER NEED YOU OR YOUR FICKLE FAMILY! I'LL JUST LET THIS PLANET BECOME NOTHING BUT DUST WHILE ME AND MY HUBBY TRAVERSE THE STARS!"

"NO! WHEN I'M DONE KILLING YOU AND YOUR HUBBY TO DEATH, I CAN LIVE QUIETLY ONCE MORE!" Stan replied shrieking and grabbing Haruko by the neck. "ALL ABOARD THE EVISCERATION EXPRESS!" he boomed preparing to grind his enemy's face on the pavement. "NEXT STOP, PUNISHMENT PLAINS!"

"Just when we thought things couldn't get any worse, they got even worse than any worse!" Dipper panicked lighting up six cigarettes in his mouth. "We've been over this Dipper, you need to lighten up on the nicotine!" Ford exclaimed. "I know Ford, but after these six I am done." Dipper responded. "Besides, it's helping me think up a plan to save Stan & Raharu from Atomsk!" He lightly scratched his chin for a few moments in deep thought before an idea kicked down the door in his mind. "Wait, that's it! We need music! Gwen, go back home and fetch Mabel & I some guitars! It's the only way we can save the world!"

"O-okay dad." Gwen complied hugging her father with her single metallic hand before jumping off the factory and running back home. While running amongst the panicking townsfolk trying to flee from both the battle of the tricksters, the war on Medical Mechanica and Atomsk, the cyborg girl became cornered by several lanky black robots with what looked like television sets for heads that displayed one message: "LEAVE NO EVIDENCE."

"I've got your evidence right here!" Gwen shouted sending all the robots flying while spawning red energy waves that zipped their way to the birdcage, but more of them just kept coming. Gwen just rolled her eyes in exasperation before running off and paying them no mind. But she also unknowingly caused the energy she emitted to attract Medical Mechanica and create little turrets that launched giant balls of mochi raining from the sky.

Unlike the rest of the fleeing citizens, Aiko strolled down the street with a very full backpack ready to leave Gravity Falls before she turned around to see the mochi falling from above. Knowing what she has to do, Aiko went about-face and returned to her father.

"Hurry, we need to evacuate!" Masurao panicked packing up a large bag ready to leave town while Eyepatch practiced some punches. Suddenly a pumpkin bounced down the stairs in front of him before mochi destroyed their house.

As for Gwen, she finally returned home and searched high and low for any guitar-like instruments her father had kept hidden. However a large ball of mochi came whizzing downward to her house and when she heard the noise of it falling, she searched even faster. "Shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT, QUADRUPLE-DECKER SHIT!"

Fortunately, Gwen found Haruko's old Rickenbacker and the Mustang she gave Dipper & raced outside just as the mochi destroyed their house. "Quintuple shit." she groaned in defeat looking back at the destroyed cabin before turning her gaze back to the chaotic iron. "Hang on everyone, I'm coming!"

In the town square, Stan and Raharu held each other back by their fists and screamed so loud that their combined volume caused the street beneath them to crack apart with rubble gently floating in the air. Ian and Leia watched from afar with binoculars and popcorn on top of the birdcage. "So who do you think'll scream the loudest?" Ian asked his eldest younger sister. "I'm more concerned about the tiny rocks they're making fly off the ground." Leia responded. "We're gonna have to try that sometime."

"Maybe we could stick it in this new movie I'm pondering. I feel like I've found my calling in life and mostly resolved my character arc!" Ian exclaimed. "Wanna join me and become the next Wachowskis?" he offered his sister, who comedically burst into tears and gave her brother a slap on the back. "Of course I will! Thank you for helping me put an end to my arc!"

"We can discuss character development later you two, Gwen's back!" Tsukata announced calling attention to Gwen returning to her family and friends with the two guitars. "Oh thank you so much pumpkin!" Dipper cried snatching the Rickenbacker out of his daughter's hand while Mabel took the Mustang. "So why did you want these bro?" Mabel asked. "It's like on TV, music should definitely be the answer." her brother answered feeling sure of himself. "Now come on, or else we're all doomed!"

While tuning up their instruments, Stan's wheelchair began setting up a microphone and sound system that Dipper used to transmit his message to the battle between Stan & Haruko. "Testing one two three, found an elephant in my pajamas, Topeka Kansas." he began warming up before making a speech. "Uh, hello people of Gravity Falls. I know what you're all thinking, how can I be doing something like this when everyone we love is turning to delicious treats?" he asked the remains of the crowd not turned to mochi. "Well, I'm mostly doing this to help out two people who are currently fighting so that they can cooperate in helping us not die. And so, I dedicate this song to those people. I give you all, Ride on Shooting Star."

"ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!" Mabel screamed into the mic and opening with a guitar solo. "Sitting up on this orange slide, it reflects the sky. Kind of like sponging off some pride, being dangled high." Dipper began singing. "SPIDER! I'm trapped in this web, so apprehensive! But it's okay so I won't hide it. I just wanna dream, in color TV!"

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" Mabel picked up for her brother. "Ride on shooting star! This voice that lives in my heart! Loud like the sound of a shotgun, I'll just keep singing on!"

Surprisingly enough, Dipper's plan worked and their song interrupted the fighting. "K-kids?" Stan snarled in wonder at his greatnephew and niece. "T-Takkun?" Haruko hissed in addition not even bothering to strike her opponent from behind.

"Think we should join them?" Ford asked the others during the ensuing second solo when his brother's wheelchair produced an entire array of musical instruments for them to play. "Is there anything that thing can't do?!" Tyrone shouted picking up a triangle. Gwen sat down with a pair of bongos. Leia picked up a tambourine that she shook in her hands. Ian sat himself down at the drumset and bravely grasped a pair of drumsticks in his hands. Kanda was handed an electric piano and finally, Ford was granted the Jazzmaster that once belonged to Jinyu. "This one'll be for you Jinyu."

"Oh you silly little hamster, it's time to grow up. And that vengeful, little lobster, go bring it along." Ford joined his relatives, turning the duet into a trio. "Sniper! I'll say it out loud, "So what can you see? Stuck in that world, locked up with no key." Just give me one touch, before I take aim!"

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah! Ride on shooting star! I've searched everywhere for you!" the three Pines began harmonizing. "I'm in withdrawal, it's true! I just told you a lie!" As the song reached its climax, the Medical Machines took notice of the impromptu concert and rocketed towards the birdcage. "Ride on shooting star! This voice that lives in my heart! Loud like the sound of a shotgun, I'll just keep singing on! Oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah!"

Something began to tingle within Haruhara and Stanley thanks to the song. As if they never transformed at all, the power of Atomsk began to fade away from within them, and they were left aghast in the forest. "What the hell kinda cliché did that!?" Haruko exclaimed staring at the iron. "Hey Haruko. Little help?" Stan asked now lying on the ground without his wheelchair anywhere nearby. "I know we had some serious differences throughout this tale to the point where we tried to kill each other a few minutes ago, but can you just give me a boost so that we can go back to the kids?"

"Hmmmmm." Haruko pondered. "Hehe, looks like there is some decency inside ya after a-" Stan chuckled in satisfaction when he noticed she had disappeared without warning.

"Oh goody." he groaned. "Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo. Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo." the great-great uncle began making noises. "Seriously, did people ask for this sequel? I mean, it was teased at the end of the original Fooly Falls when they were originally announced, but people have said they were kinda disappointing. Meanwhile, the only criticism that was given to this was one reader getting angry probably because their shipping wasn't confirmed. If only my mystical wheelchair would somehow pull something out of its butt to help me up."

And indeed, his wheelchair suddenly appeared without him even noticing. "Oh, well what do you know."

The red energy connecting Medical Mechanica to the birdcage suddenly ceased just as Haruko finally made her way back up top. "Come on, I'm right here!" the Vespa Woman cackled victoriously. Gwen tried to punch the older woman in the face, but Haruko quickly dodged. "Thank you once again Pines family!" Haruko thanked mockingly. "The time has finally come. Come to me Atomsk!"

Instead, the birdcage began to be slowly absorbed into the Pirate King's glowing plumage. "OH WHAT IS GOING ON NOW!?" Dipper screamed. "I can definitely agree! IT'S SO BIG!" Haruko shouted in reply as the birdcage rocketed upwards into Atomsk's body, along with the Medical Machines and Stan trying to return to the others on his wheelchair. "Hey guys, what did I mi-AAAAAAHHHH!"

The giant iron began spiraling out of control firing mochi everywhere that consumed the citizens. Juan and Jorge manned Jinyu's Bel-Air while driving like mad trying to escape. "Someone, help me!" Sammy Determined begged before he was petrified by the dangerous sweets. "This is not how I wanted to go out." Tarot Turner groaned in exasperation as he joined the other people in becoming one with the mochi.

"This is bad, we have to get out of here captain!" one of Tonkichi's subordinates suggested in a panic. "No, we can't!" Tonkichi shouted defiantly. "Gather round men, listen to me! You young'uns are the ones who will fuel space!" he exclaimed revealing that his eyes have begun to glow a bright yellow. "I am never going to give up on you-" Before the theme park owner could finish, he accidentally stepped on some mochi and was instantly petrified.

"Hey, are you okay?" Masurao asked Eyepatch while struggling to free himself from the remains of his house. "The champ's alright with the champ's destructive punch!" Eyepatch answered deliriously. "It's not a-" Before Masurao could finish, Aiko finally returned to him. "Aiko. You actually came back for me." he muttered with hope while the mochi slowly consumed him. "Unfortunately, it's a bit too late now. Medical Mechanica is somehow planning to capture that monster with his own mochi. But I don't think it's possible without the potted plant. Aiko, you were going to be our last hope. Who would've guessed that when it came time, I couldn't bring myself to use my own daughter?"

Reaching back, Masurao then pulled out the same jack-o-lantern his daughter had kept in the closet. "Just take this and get outta here!" he urged Aiko, who simply let out a sharp exhale. "I don't want it."

"Just take it young lady! I know why you were saving all this money, to buy your freedom!" the capped male panicked, while the mochi continued to rain down. "You may as well take it, consider it prize money." Eyepatch added with his face covered in mochi. "There's been a knockout and the 10 count has already begun!"

"Go Aiko, you're finally free!" Masurao stuttered one last time and as soon as Aiko took the pumpkin, her father and Eyepatch were finally turned to dango. "What should I do?" Aiko pondered despondently when her phone rang, displaying multiple missed calls from Juan. "The potted plant." she realized deciding to answer one of those calls. "The trigger."

In another dimension located inside Atomsk, Gwen's head burst out from beneath the rubble, followed by her family, friends and Haruko. "Is this Atomsk's insides?" Mabel asked gazing in awe at the destroyed city surrounding them. "Kind of expected them to be more gross."

"Where the hell did my bat go?" Haruko wondered looking around when she discovered Older Man McGucket chatting with a familiar television set on a table. "Wassa motto with you little guy?" the hillbilly asked. "You were all hale and hearty just moments ago."

"Fiddleford?!" Ford exclaimed at the sight of his old friend. "Canti!?" Haruko, Dipper and Mabel added in unison. "Oh great, he's here too? If the others were with us, it'd be one big family reunion!" Stan snarked.

"Maybe it was something ya ate little guy." Fiddleford guessed continuing to fiddle with Canti's head in an attempt to bring him back.

"Is this a real date?!" Juan squealed adorably while Aiko took the driver's seat of Jinyu's car. "If you shut up, it might!" When more mochi came flying down upon the group in the hotrod, Juan romantically took the wheel from his girlfriend with a goofy giggle. "So this must be that prostitute of a girlfriend of yours." Ezra stated adjusting his glasses making the younger boy go from lovestruck to angry at his brother. "HOW MANY PEOPLE DID YOU TELL YOU DICK?!"

"Just gonna be honest. All of them." Jorge replied lowering his sunglasses. "All of them!?" Juan garbled in shock. "So all we gotta do is find some plant? Okay, but where could we find it?" Wendy asked. "I got it! It's gotta be at Arnie's place!" Juan deduced. "Think he took it home after the whole Haruko voring Jinyu thing."

Upon swerving through the piles of mochi, they arrived at a small villa that Mabel, Pacifica and Arnold called home. "Here Planty the Potted Plant, come out wherever you are!" Soos called out for the plant. "Hey Wendy, I want you to be honest with me from one mother to another." Pacifica said to Wendy. "Do you really think I'm way too overprotective of Arnold?"

Wendy tried her hardest to not dance over the issue, but she finally decided to be honest. "Yeah, you pretty much are. Maybe that's why he's such a nervous wreck all the time." she answered sheepishly. "You gotta just, I dunno, let him be a kid for just a little while longer. Heck, mine are fighting for their lives up there and they're A-OK!"

"Found it." Aiko announced holding the rediscovered pot in her hands. "Well, that was scarily quick." Ezra commended.

"Come on now little guy, rise and shine!" McGucket exclaimed hitting Canti's head and making it fly to Gwen's feet. The head turned on and changed to green static, which coincided with Aiko's eyes changing to the same pattern. "Wow, what's going on?" Soos shouted in awe before the leaves on her head and become an antenna to transmit a signal from Gravity Falls all the way to inside Atomsk.

"Hey, what's up?" Wendy asked grabbing onto Aiko. "Are you okay there?!" Coincidentally, Canti's head began to display her on its screen catching Gwen and Tyrone's attention. "Mommy?" Gwen gasped. "Hi mom, we're inside a giant space bird!" Tyrone added cheerfully. "Is that you guys? Oh thank God you're okay!" Wendy exclaimed joyously. "Listen Gwen, I've been worried sick about you!"

"So now you decide to show some concern?" Gwen coldly interrupted her mother. "You literally decided that we should move to Portland for literally no reason. You're only thinking about yourself now."

"That's not true honey! All those parenting books by Dr. Lipschitz said that maybe it would be beneficial for one's child to find somewhere new to live or something like that." Wendy assured her daughter. "Though I'm pretty sure they're just as shitty as his name implies. I only want to do what's best for you and your brother, but you're both growing up. You'll find jobs, your own homes, a husband or wife."

"Wait, Portland? I think I was offscreen when Mom said that." Tyrone interjected. "Then we'll do what's best for all of us, Dad included." Gwen suggested. "Let's go on more adventures together, work at the Mystery Shack and just be a closer family. Is that okay?"

"I was stupid." Wendy answered. "I thought that as long I was at least near you guys, we would be together. But it seems that's not enough. Maybe it really is time I become a real mother to you." She brought Aiko in for a hug as if her own children were right in front of her. "I'll see you dudes soon." At the same time, Gwen & Tyrone hugged Canti's head and the message cut off. Back at the Pines-Northwest villa, everybody else surrounding Wendy & Aiko just burst into tears following the heartwarming apology. "Wait for us." the twins declared boldly.

"Sorry Pinkie Pie, but it's not here." McGucket gave Haruko the bad news over some tea and orange slices. Haruko dejectedly gulped one down her mouth before resting her head on the table. "Well that's a problem." she remarked. "Or maybe it won't." Fiddleford responded. "I think you might be onto something Fidds!" Ford agreed. "Perhaps he came back to take back something that belonged to him."

In the distance, Haruko's own Mustang floated in a bubble in the distance. "High-strung, but doesn't look the part." the woman stated. "If you're lookin' for yer bat, then it's right ovah there." McGucket pointed towards the Rickenbacker stuck in some rubble.

"Haruko, we need to talk." Gwen determinedly stated. "That's my girl!" Stanley cheered for his great-greatniece. "All this power I've gained, I'm going to use it for the good of myself and the people I love!"

"Good for you squirt. Who would've guessed a kid would be so brave and selfless?" Raharu commended the Pines sister. "We're all getting out of here, and taking Arnold with us too." Gwen declared. "Good for you too." Haruhara added nervously. "That said, not knowing what could come next is still what makes you a kid. If you take that off Gwennie, you won't be able to stay human. Guess you're all alone."

"You keep that snake's tongue away from her!" Tyrone exclaimed coming to his big sister's side as she tried to take off her beanie. "Do you still wanna do it, nya?"

When Gwen began to lose her grip on her hat, a giant colorful worm creature suddenly burrowed out of the bone white ground tossing its claws around. Haruko confidently called her old blue bass back to her side and came charging towards the worm ready for a fight. She continuously slammed the red head while the blue middle section turned its gaze to the Pines, using one of its claws to try and snatch Gwen away just as Canti, now with a full body, came in to save them.

"H-hey, aren't you?" Gwen stuttered. "Canti?!" Haruko shouted in addition at the sight of the Medical Machine now whole once more. Canti quickly tore the claw hand away and tossed it at the worm without any effort before returning to the Pines. The machine tried its best to speak to the group, but all that it could make was random garbled noises and hand signals.

"What's he trying to say?" Ian asked coming out of hiding along with Leia and Kanda. "Don't worry gang, I've learned how to speak robot from all the old sci-fi movies I watched!" Leia boldly declared beginning to attempt a conversation with Canti through random beeps and screeches. "Think he's asking us if we know the Muffin Man."

"The Muffin Man?!" Ford exclaimed getting invested in the exchange much to Canti's chagrin. "The Muffin Man." Leia answered. "Yes, I've met the Muffin Man once." Ford continued. "He lives on Drury Lane!"

"Of course. She's married to the Muffin Man." Leia continued her attempted translation. "The Muffin Man?!" Ford shouted getting even more into it. "The Muffin Man!" the teenage girl squealed. "She's married to the Muffin Man." the great-great uncle muttered in complete awe, but Canti just facepalmed at it. "Guys, that's not what he's saying. In fact, I'd recognize that panicky body language anywhere!" Dipper deduced. "That's gotta be Arnold!"

Canti gave its former Takkun a thumbs up in reply before it began to remove Gwen's beanie. Even with the robot's struggling and the rising tension, the hat simply broke to pieces as if it were made of a harder material and energy beams spewed from the girl's forehead.

Gwen smiled softly as the beams disintegrated what was left of the beanie and gathered the rubble around her, becoming a sleek white machine with a pink BC Rich Bich. Meanwhile, Haruko continued whaling on the worm with her Rickenbacker when Gwen appeared to utterly destroy it. "Heh, pretty awesome." Haruko scoffed proudly. "So, shall we find a way out of this place and this story?"

"I was just gonna say the same thing buckaroo." Fiddleford stated beginning to part ways with his old friends. "Lotta garbage found its way here, so y'all be careful." With that, McGucket closed a door to the exit that confused everyone. "So we could've gotten out anytime we wanted?" a wide-eyed Tsukata asked before all the robots they fought in the past appeared for one last show.

Back on Earth, Pacifica drove the Bel-Air to the Medical Mechanica plant while struggling to deal with the combined weight of everyone in the backseat. "This is it everyone, the climax!" she declared finally reaching the iron when the car finally broke down. "And this has got to be the place." Juan announced when Aiko turned back to her boyfriend with a smile before she made her way to the plant. "Talk about a weird little girl." Wendy commented, making Juan embarrassed. "I think she's unique!"

Aiko quietly dropped the plant to the ground and broke the pot containing it, making her eyes glow green as the petals on her head sprouted into a full weed that overtook the iron. As she became one with the bark that began covering the factory, Aiko put on one last cute smile, satisfied that she had done what she needed to do.

"That's what you call unique?!" Melody stuttered in shock. "You wanted to make out with a plant little dude." Soos added just as astonished. "But then again, still less weird then how I met your mother while a psycho dating sim character was on the loose."

Haruko and Canti began chasing Gwen through the wormhole with everyone else once again on Stan's wheelchair following them behind. "OUTTA MY WAY!" Haruko screamed shoving all the robots away, leaving Ian & Leia to finally put their respective fencing and kickboxing skills to good use on the machines. "How come we didn't use them beforehand?" Leia asked her older brother kicking the automaton from chapter 3 away. "I have no idea either." Ian replied jabbing the one from chapter 1 with a makeshift epee. "Hey, there's a portal!"

"There it is!" Haruko shouted gazing upon the portal that Ian had just pointed out. "I, CAN, MAKE IT!" she screamed trying to go past it first, but it unfortunately closed on the party. "I was supposed to make it, that's what happens in the movies!" Haruko whined when she found another one. "There's another one!" she gasped continuing her chase.

Canti tossed the space storage unit containing McGucket through the vortex and proceeded to hold it open for everyone to get through. "TV-bot, no!" Stan shouted as the Medical Machine seemingly sacrificed itself for the others.

At the light at the end of the tunnel, the storage unit began hovering above Gravity Falls with everyone standing on top of it; and inside it in Fiddleford's case, safe and sound. "Now where is it off to?" Stan asked when they all found a bright red star shining above them the town, generated by Canti overflowing with Atomsk's power.

"Jackpot." Haruko smirked before Atomsk's trademark symbol transformed into the Northwest symbol. "Arnold!" Gwen called out for her cousin. "I knew it!" Dipper added. The two girls tried beckoning for the robot to come to them, but it instead opened its arms for a hug. "I see, I gotta take it!" Haruko realized. "That's right." Gwen replied. "If you want it, then take it!"

The two guitarists began clashing their basses while Atomsk watched silently. "I'll take this!" Haruko hissed like a cat as the duel went on. When she knocked Gwen down with a kick to her robot form's screen and leaped towards Atomsk while puckering up, the other girl just flied alongside her. "Oh go away Gwennie, quit being a cockblocker!"

The only answer she got was a punch in the face and a lost tooth. She then retaliated by smashing Gwen's screen in with her Rickenbacker and continued making her way to Atomsk, but Gwen's human arm burst out and grabbed her ankle. She kicked Haruko in the face while racing for the Pirate King herself to try and win back her cousin, angering the Vespa Woman. "DAMMIT!"

At long last, the war was won with both Haruko and Gwen kissing Atomsk, who made a heartbeat sound before they fell to the ground. McGucket had some soft things prepared to help Gwen have a safe landing while Canti was returned to normal, and Haruhara finally obtained the Pirate King's awesome might for herself.

Haruko began laughing evilly as she began feeling one with the giant bird while everyone watched in horror, but she suddenly began rejecting it while Canti got up. The Vespa Woman tried desperately to keep the energy down, but she instead violently barfed it out along with the Medical Machine ejecting some black substance from its monitor. "Morning sickness, am I right?" Stan quipped while feeling something funny in his stomach. "Uh oh."

The black ooze suddenly reformed into Arnold as Haruko's space vomit began taking shape as a humanoid form for Atomsk. "Okay, you better not run away." Haruha glowered while her bracelet began tingling one last time. "You became mine. Didn't you Atomsk?!" She reached out to the Pirate King and chains emerged from her bracelet to try and capture him, but to no avail. "Why, why? WHY THE HELL WON'T YOU?!"

"It's like I keep telling you Haruko, you can't-" Dipper attempted to urge Haruko into giving up her journey, but he was quickly interrupted by Kanda grasping his shoulder and shaking his head.

"It's been so long. So long since I turned on Rick to be with you, and even longer since you destroyed my planet." Haruko panted running up to Atomsk and fruitlessly punching him. "I've chased you forever, so why do you constantly refuse to be mine?!" She began crying as her punches also began to cease. "You are mine I'm telling you! You're mine! You're mine! You are!"

At the last punch, the normally brazen and brash Vespa Woman fully burst into tears over Atomsk seemingly rejecting her again. "Why won't you just look at me?" she asked beneath her blubbering. "Can't you see my body is overflowing?" The Pirate King answered by simply giving her a hug as comfort and she hugged back, even kissing him. Wings began sprouting out of Atomsk's back and he began to fly away, leaving behind a alive and well Jinyu in his place.

"All beautiful things eventually fade away." Arnold remembered Jinyu's speech about fireworks while the three kids gazed upon Atomsk's departure. When Haruko opened her eyes, she stared at her lover flying away and then at her other half Jinyu, who gave her a warm comforting smile. "I thought this time just this once, I thought I was gonna get what I was fighting for." Haruha sniffed accepting a hug from Jinyu. "See Haruko. You can't-" Dipper began while patting her on the back. "Yeah yeah you baka. Can't force someone to love you."

The Medical Mechanica factory began to collapse once more, only this time there would be no rebuilding it. "So an all-out attack didn't work, huh?" Tonkichi mused having already ate his way out of his mochi-covered vulture costume. He pulled a switch on his controller that caused the castle to open up and allow Imelda to see the light again. "Okay lass, you can go home now!"

"What was the point of all this?!" Imelda shouted completely in the dark about what had happened. "No reason little one. That thing probably didn't come for any reason either." the theme park owner answered seeing the Pirate King off.

Juan mourned his girlfriend's sacrifice while his present relatives offered him some comfort in these trying times. However, Wendy made him spot a sprout growing out of where the factory once was, and Aiko bloomed from it with only the pumpkin covering her. Juan managed to catch her fall and she just laughed. "Oh my tummy!" Aiko giggled and Juan soon joined in on the laughter.

Suddenly, the Department of Interstellar Immigration's storage unit crashed onto the ground next to them and the other important to semi-important characters falling off of it. "Yes, we're all alive!" Mabel cheered while she and Arnold were reunited with Pacifica. "Mommy!" Tyrone exclaimed racing to his mother's arms.

Amidst all the happy families being reunited, Haruko, Jinyu, Stan and Ford just watched peacefully. "Guess all's well that ends well." Stan declared with serenity. "And we all learned something today too. Just gotta-AUGH! AUGH!

"Are you okay Mr. Pines? You were just going to give a cliché moral!" Jinyu asked Stan. "What did I tell you all, killer stomachache." Ford declared, angering his brother. "I'M DYING YOU IDIOT!"

"D-d-dying?!" Dipper panicked racing to his grunkle's side in his final moments. "Please don't die on us Stan! You still got a few years left!" he began crying, but Stan shushed him by rubbing his cheek. "Just cut it out Dipper. This was inevitable, but I didn't think I would go so soon." the dying con-artist declared. "Before I go, I just have some final words for everyone. Dipper, keep on following your head but don't forget to follow your heart."

He handed Dipper a small piece of paper before turning to a devastated Mabel. "Mabel pumpkin, don't ever stop smiling no matter what." Then he gazed at an already depressed Ford who turned away to hide his tears. "Ford, you were the best brother a knucklehead like me could ever have." Stan moved onto Soos and Wendy. "Soos, Wendy, thank you for sticking by me as my employees."

"Please, this can't be. I don't want you to go." Soos began bursting into tears for his dying father figure. "Gwen, Tyrone, I'm so happy to have seen you grow up so much." Stan told the twins. "Arnold, you don't have to be super macho to be cool. Just be you. Jinyu, thanks for being a stellar maid. Haruko, I'm sorry for taking our feud so far. And to everyone else, it was great having you in my life."

"Just rest Stan. Just rest." Dipper began crying while firmly grasping his grunkle's hand as it got colder.

"So...this is what it feels like." Those were the last words that came out of the mouth of Stanley Danley Pines, beloved great-uncle, brother, boss, great-great uncle, friend and town hero before he silently passed on surrounded by his loved ones.

"Extra extra, read all about it! Stan Pines dead, this time for real!" Sammy Determined announced tossing newspapers around documenting the con-artist's passing. "STANLEY PINES DEAD" the headlines announced. Only this time, instead of faking his death while going incognito as his brother, Stan was officially deceased.

"Today, we gather here to honor someone near and dear to the hearts of many, bound together by the sorrow of loss." Ford announced at his younger brother's funeral. The entire town had assembled to pay their respects, from his surviving family, his old enemies, various townsfolk free from the mochi, Senator Gideon & President Kitaki, Tarot Turner, the various mystical creatures of Gravity Falls to even Ezra's inexplicable raccoon companion Bawuu. A memorial to Stan was erected to honor him with a gold nameplate at the base. "He had touched all of us in his rather bizarre fashion, through his silver tongue, showmanship and inane parlor tricks. To many he was a cheapskate, but to some he was...I can't take it anymore!"

Ford's overwhelming sadness cut him off and he ran off crying. Everyone was so dejected that they didn't make any effort to get him back while Jinyu took Ford's place. "Although I haven't known Stanley long, I have learned through word of mouth that underneath his hardened greedy shell was a caring man who would do anything for the people he loved." she finished for the scientist. "Rest easy Mr. Pines. Every time a purchase is made from the Mystery Shack, it will be in your name."

A small orchestra began playing "We'll Meet Again" while Stan's casket was lowered into the ground underneath his statue. Dipper, Mabel, Haruko and Jinyu began searching for the grieving Ford around the Mystery Shack when they found him all alone at the remains of the portal to other worlds beneath the tourist trap.

"Uh, hey Sixer." Haruko greeted the scientist. "Go away Raharu." Stanford coldly rejected the biker. "Now don't go all being a dick just because you blame me for your brother being dead!" the Vespa Woman argued back. "I'm just as torn up about it as you are! We were partners in crime back in the day!"

"What she's trying to say Stanford, is that deep down she is sorry for your loss." Jinyu translated for her other half. "Would you like to see his grave one last time?"

"Fine. Pretty sure Gwen, Tyrone & Arnold are still there too." Ford accepted the offer and he returned outside with the other four to the place where Stan was buried, at the former site of Diamond Brandy's tomb where his own memorial now resides. "Hi kids. How are you doing?" Dipper asked his children and nephew while they gazed upon Stan's statue. "Is this what losing someone for real is like?" Gwen pondered. "Like, no chance of them coming back?"

Canti suddenly appeared alongside them to mourn Stan's demise and gave Ford a gentle pat on the back. "Thank you very much Canti." he thanked the Medical Machine. "But it seems like we'll eventually have to move on."

"Move on from what you guys?" a strangely familiar voice called out and its owner materialized before them, the ghost of the late Grunkle Stan. "Yeah, it's me! Kept you guessing I was gone for good, huh?"

"Stan!" Dipper, Mabel and Ford screamed in joy racing up to hug Stan, only to pass right through his current spectral form. "BAHAHAHA! Really gonna enjoy seeing that!" the deceased great-uncle cackled loudly. "So anyway, why y'all looking so down in the-oh. Did you at least make the plaque under my statue say what I wanted it to be?"

"Yes, yes I did." Dipper answered wiping a tear. "So this is what death is actually like, huh? Kind of expected more mahogany desks and maybe a good place to rest in peace in." Stan murmured musing over his current state. "But anyways, at least I can literally be with you guys in spirit."

"You'll never let your loved ones go Stan, kinda like how I'll never let Atomsk go." Haruko stated, much to everyone's chagrin. "You pretty much didn't listen to any of the morals, didn't you?" Gwen groaned in disgust. "I kid you guys, I kid!" the Vespa Woman cackled raucously. "As a matter of fact, I think I'm gonna take a little break from the big guy and stop Medical Mechanica across the galaxy," she announced gazing at Jinyu. "with my new partner in crime!"

"You mean me?" Jinyu asked pointing at herself. "Yeah, a certain someone keeps telling me that I can't force someone to love me. But maybe I should instead force someone I already love to do what I want." Haruko replied. "And no, I only sort of love you now. Still hate how much of a buzzkill you are."

"Hey look, some actual growth from you! Good job Haruko!" Dipper celebrated Haruko's development. "Yes yes, hooray for me." the guitarist responded taking a bow. "Well Fezhead, guess this is it." she began saying her farewell to Stan. "The fact that you can't catch it just makes you wanna catch him even more. I get it now. See ya 'round Pinky." her old friend grinned and once again faded away, satisfied that the two had made peace with each other at last.

The mood was suddenly disrupted when Dipper's phone rang with a call from Soos. "One sec please." he told the others turning to speak with his fat friend on the phone. "Hey Soos, anything the matter?"

"DUDES, HOSPITAL, MELODY GIVING BIRTH, NOW!" the former handyman shouted from the other end of the line. "Well, you still have one plotline left dangling to wrap up. Me, my new buddy and I are just gonna stop Double-M and then get back to Atomsk." Haruko proclaimed hopping in Jinyu's Bel-Air with her Vespa & Rickenbacker in the backseat. "Vespa Twins, out!"

"Vespa Twins. Nice ring to it." Ford mused watching the pair fly off into the sunset. "Well what're we waiting for? We got a birth to attend!"

As the Pines and Canti raced off to the hospital, Stan materialized ontop of his memorial to watch as Haruko & Jinyu flew away from Earth. "Ride on shooting star, keep planting those spiky seeds to the stars overhead."

Upon bursting into the waiting room, Dipper, Mabel, Ford, Canti and the kids found the Ramirez siblings, Wendy, Pacifica, Candy & Ezra and Aiko watching as Soos panicked with mountains of empty coffee cups piling up in the trash. "Everything good Soos?" Ford asked the gopher-like manchild. "I'm so sorry dudes, it's just that this is our seventh kid and we're done!" Soos hollered nervously. "We'll have one to love each day of the week, but I'm so nervous I can't stand to actually be there for the big moment!"

"Hey, you're that guy from Little Asia!" Dipper exclaimed to Masurao. "Wait, those eyebrows." He took off the other man's cap, revealing that his brows were so tiny they were almost nonexistent. "So who was lucky enough to be your mother?"

"Can you please take him to see his wife already? We're at an all-time low on coffee for panicking parents." the elderly receptionist grumbled. Canti simply nodded its head and put on some maid gear to carry everyone into the hospital room where Melody was giving birth to her seventh child, just as she finished making the baby pop out of her you-know-what.

"It's a boy." Jinyu announced dressed as a doctor while Haruko put on her old nurse outfit and the two presented the new baby to Soos. "Mazel tov." the pair congratulated. The current Mr. Mystery gently cradled his newborn son in his arms with a smile. "One day little dude, you're gonna take my place."

"HEY! That's what you said to me when I was born you fatass!" Ian screamed feeling jealous that the new baby had just taken his birthright. "And me!" Leia added just as furious. "No, he said that to me!" Juan & Jorge responded in unison before the four siblings duked it out. "Older siblings." Imelda snarked. "Best to watch out for them, uh...what name do you choose Daddy?"

"How about," Soos suggested putting his fez on his new son's head. "Stan Jr."

Thirteen years go by and the Pines & Ramirez children have now succeeded in following the paths they have chosen overtime.

Gwen became inspired by her experiences with Haruko and took up guitar lessons, eventually releasing her own one-woman indie album titled Wasp in the Pine Tree. However from time to time, she would rejoin her family in Gravity Falls to solve mysteries together like the old days.

Tyrone would grow up to become an abstract artist, putting his childish energy and optimism to good use by literally splattering paint everywhere just because he could. Much like his sister, Tyrone would rejoin his parents back home to have fun.

Arnold inherited his grandfather's company, and sought to right the wrongs of the Northwests before him. He would also inherit the journals written by Ford when he eventually passed on.

Ian & Leia became world-renowned film directors famous for their co-produced flick also inspired by their experiences with Haruko titled Phoenix and the Shooting Stars. Although it received poor returns at the box office because more people were interested in their childhoods being rehashed, it was a smash hit with critics and became a cult classic. Leia's new husband Ezra was a frequent collaborator, often providing additional SFX and writing ideas.

Juan & Jorge would create & star in the reality series Manly Eye for the Wimpy Guy, where they along with Juan's fiancee Aiko and a group of macho life coaches would help inspire better self-confidence in down on their luck men & reshape their lives.

Imelda continued living in Gravity Falls helping to run the Mystery Shack as usual while working a part-time job as a lifeguard, finally experiencing all the years she missed out on having fun.

"Goodbye mom, we'll see you in a bit!" a thirteen-year old boy with short brown hair called to his mother before leaving their tourist trap home with his seventeen-year old sister with longer brown hair wearing a white blouse, blue skirt and black boots. "C'mon, I wanna see him again!"

"Okay little guy, hold your horses." his older sister tried to calm him down. "You're awful excited to see a dead guy on your birthday." Every year on the boy's birthday of July 16th, the two of them would visit the grave of his namesake deep within the woods of Gravity Falls.

The two finally reached a memorial to Stanley Pines with a plaque saying "I'll definitely be missed, but your aim will get better." Nearby was a large tombstone dedicated to Stanford Pines that was only slightly smaller than the statue, and it read "Stay curious, stay weird, stay kind, and don't let anyone ever tell you you are not smart or brave or worthy enough."

"Happy birthday Stan Jr." Abby smiled giving her baby brother a hug. "Thanks Abby." Stan Jr. replied and the two gazed up at the sky, where a single red star shined above the remains of the Medical Mechanica factory.

AAAAND scene! After nearly half a year in the works, Fooly Falls 2 is done once and for all. Thanks to all my loyal readers for sticking by my side through thick & thin and special thanks to that one guy who left this story its only review so far. I sure hope we can ride on once more but until then, stay gold.

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[Steven’s house is a small stone cottage on the outskirts of town that overlooks the sea. There is a very large open shelter built onto the side in the lee of the building with a large sand bed. A bastiodon, cradily and armaldo are resting in it while a skarmory perches on the roof. There is a garden near the house with plants sprouting in it. Steven sends out the rest of his pokemon as they approach and Ren follows suit. Tulpi and Liaoning land on either side of Damascus on the roof and the Eon Guardians join them. Tungsten slithers over and curls around Pavise who shifts a little to settle against her but does not open his eyes. Gilchrist lumbers over to join them while Escutcheon and Ptilometra get up to make room and greet Pohaku. Alwyn and Komatsu take Kōtai over to see the garden and Ao tags along. Escutcheon and Ptilometra start down a path to the shore, inviting Pohaku to follow. He looks back at Ren and she nods. He wiggles and goes after them followed shortly by Tāraki and Tarahau. Kata and Bessemer sit on the edge of the cliff and talk.

Steven opens the front door and flips on the hall light. He and Ren take off their shoes and Steven has several pair of house shoes by the door, a custom he probably picked up from his time in Kanto. A carbink dressed in a frilly pink apron comes floating out of the kitchen just past the laundry room on their right. Steven introduces her to Ren as ‘Anthy’ and they follow her back into the kitchen where she has already started cooking. The kitchen is quite large and professional looking. There is a huge six burner stove and oven, a farmhouse sink, a smaller sink and a big two-door refrigerator. The room also features a wrap around countertop, generous cabinetry and a small table with two chairs. Anthy goes back to using telekinesis to chop up celery with a knife while Ren goes to the sink to wash her hands. Steven takes off his jacket and ascot and drapes them over one of the chairs before rolling up his sleeves and getting a crystal pattern apron off a hook by the door. Anthy has Ren shuck peas into a bowl while Steven puts a saucepan on the stove. Anthy gets some broth and butter out of the fridge and Steven puts a ton of butter in and it sizzles as it melts. Next, Anthy hands him a container of flour and he sprinkles that in and stirs the mixture with a spatula. Ren smiles as she listens to him explain what he is doing to his carbink while she shucks peas into a bowl behind them. Soon Anthy seems confident enough to take over and Steven starts making dough on the counter next to Ren. His bare arms flex as he kneads the dough in a practiced motion. Ren steals glances at him and tries not to smile the dopey way her face seems to want to. Anthy has Ren set the pods aside for Pavise and chop some mushrooms and other vegetables. The two sandslashes and excadrill come in with a basket of root vegetables and an earthenware jar. Komatsu gets out a lasagna pan out of a cabinet and puts it on the floor while Alwyn picks up a potato. Komatsu puts a bowl down next to her. Alwyn carefully balances the potato on one claw and spins it like a top. She runs the edge of her other claw up it length and peels it into the bowl in one fluid motion. She smiles at Kōtai who is watching her with wide eyes. She tosses the peeled potato up and cubes it in midair. The pieces land in the pan. Kōtai compliments her on the trick and picks up a carrot to peel while she continues with the potatoes. Komatsu fetches some berries out of the fridge using a step stool. Meanwhile Steven is rolling out the dough into four large circles. Ren continues to steal furtive glances at his face and arms between each vegetable she dices. Soon she has a little pile of celery, carrots, mushrooms, and potato. Anthy floats them through the air and into a pot. Steven puts two of the crusts in pie dishes and leaves the other two on the cutting board for later. Komatsu pours the contents of the jar, which turns out to be grubs, over the roots and berries and the two sandslash put it in the oven. Ren confers with Anthy and gets some supplies out of her vapor box (rice flour, matcha, and red bean paste). She starts making mochi at the table while Steven gets some lemonade out of the fridge. He pulls two glasses out of the cabinet and holds one down to Alwyn, who frosts it over. Steven joins Ren at the table with the two frosted glasses of lemonade which he has garnished with mint. Ren has him roll out little balls of red bean paste and Ren wraps them in matcha mochi before Steven dusts them in rice flour for the finishing touch. Steven soon gets ahead of Ren and rests his head on his hand with a sigh. He leans over with a mischievous smile and sprinkles some rice flour on her hair. She blows some matcha powder at him in retaliation and he flicks some red bean paste at her and she reaches her hand into the remaining gooey mochi to fling at him, expression gleeful. She raises it high and Steven begs for mercy, but this draws Anthy’s attention and she yells at them for making a mess. They both protest and grovel but Anthy has their sandslashes throw them out. They give each other a sheepish smile as they are pushed out into the hall. Steven snatches the bowl of pea pods as soon as the sandslashes turn their backs and goes outside to take care of his pokemon while Ren goes to take a shower. She reemerges, clean and sweet smelling, in a loose t-shirt and plain pajama bottoms and goes into the living room. Three of the four walls are lined with cases of rocks and Ren goes around admiring them. Steven comes back in and quickly checks on her before going off to take his own shower. Ren is lounging on the enormous couch when he returns with a bowl of cherries and some fresh glasses of lemonade. He has put on silk pajamas that are a beldum print on a pale pink background. Ren can’t help laughing a little at what a dork he is, but he just shrugs. She scooches her feet up to make room and tucks her toes under his thigh once he sits down to keep them warm. They talk for a bit and even laugh while they sip lemonade and eat the cherries from the bowl on Steven’s lap. Ren takes off the stems and holds them in her hand, but Steven pops an entire cherry into his mouth and a minute or two later Steven pushes a knotted cherry stem past his lips and twirls it theatrically, grinning toothily at her. The only reaction he receives is puzzlement and the grin falls off his face. He puts the cherry stem down on the coffee table before spitting the pit out. It lands right in his empty lemonade glass. For some reason, Ren finds that talent far more entertaining and Steven continues to spit his pits into his glass, never missing once even as he ups the difficulty by spitting them high into the air or out of the side of his mouth. Eventually Steven finds himself groping around an almost empty bowl and something occurs to him. He looks at Ren’s glass, but there is still some lemonade and no cherry pits. He looks over at Ren and she grins at him, cheeks bulging. He recoils in horror as she opens her mouth and shows him the thirty-odd pits inside. Ren cackles, though quietly because it is muffled by the pits in her mouth. Steven shoves his glass at her but she makes him put it back so that she can try spitting pits into it. She mostly just gets them all over the table as she has pretty heavily handicapped herself by having her cheeks full. Eventually Steven’s coaching and a lessening of the pits in her mouth leads to success and Ren thrusts her fists in the air in celebration. Tāraki, Kata and Tarahau wander in and Kata joins them in the game. She gets it after just a few tries and Ren accuses her of cheating. Soon the rest of the cherries are gone and Anthy, the Eon Guardians, and the rest of the kitchen crew come in with the dinner and table settings. The three flying types and ocean trio get called in and they all gather around the table to eat. Ren sits in seiza, while Steven sits cross-legged beside her. She looks out over the feast, eyes welling and big smile on her face. In addition to the chicken pot pies she helped with and the roast vegetable thing the sandslashes made, there is a pile of whole, braised fish, a basket of steamed mussels in seaweed, a bowl of fruit salad, and a rack of ribs. A pair of stainless steel chopsticks float out of the kitchen, surrounded by the purple glow of telekinesis. Steven offers them to Ren and she tears up a little as she snatches them out of his hand. Steven serves himself some pie and then puts some on Ren’s plate as she reaches for everything else. Steven watches her as he eats his pie. It kind of fascinating how she can grab anything with her chopsticks, and slice it and shovel it into her mouth, at least for someone who is not accustomed to the utensils. Komatsu and the sandslashes dig into their dish with gusto while the flying types east the fish and ribs. Tarahau, Pohaku and his two new friends eat up the mussels first before helping with the fish. Tāraki and the Eon Guardians mostly eat the fruit while Ao gnaws on the ribs. Like Ren, Kata insists on eating a little of everything and loves it. She especially compliments the pot pie and roasted vegetables. Much to Steven’s horror, this convinces Ren to try some, including one of the fat grubs. She laughs at his expression and goads him until he angrily grabs one of the grubs for himself. He doesn’t hate it and even serves himself some more of the dish so that he can try all of the components together. Ren smiles super wide and his expression softens too as they serve themselves seconds. Soon they finish dinner and everyone helps clear it away. The Eon Guardians are particularly helpful with their telekinetic talents. After dinner, the pokemon get a bunch of cushions from the hall closet and bring them in the living room while Steven goes to his bedroom to get some pillows and a blanket. Ren brings the mochi in from the kitchen after she helps with the dishes a little. She flops back down on the couch and makes herself comfortable with a pillow and the blanket. Steven goes to his liquor cabinet and mixes something, then returns with two champagne flutes of golden liquid. They toast and Ren eyes blow wide at the incredible taste of the concoction. Meanwhile the sandslashes have disappeared and Ren and Steven chuckle about it. That leads to a discussion about the sandslashes and eventually to Ren showing Steven the portraits she had taken in Mauville. After that they talk about the house and where Ren should live now that she is Champion. It doesn’t take long for Ren to tire of that and both of them to finish their drinks and they move onto other topics as Steven gets up to fetch them some alcohol. She teases him and he gets her laughing and by halfway through her second drink, Ren is feeling confident enough to ask him about his tattoo. Steven has to take off his shirt to show her and rather than reaching for the buttons, he grabs the bottom of his shirt, crossing his arms as he does so. He pulls the shirt up and over his head in one fluid movement and throws it down on the couch. Ren watches this with thinly veiled fascination. He raises his eyebrows at her, but she just sips her drink, not at all ashamed of being caught. Steven turns around and sits back down on the couch with his back to her so that she can see the tattoo. It covers most of his upper back and shoulders and is full of color and fine detail. There is a beldum, metang and metagross right between his shoulder blades and the rest of the design radiates out from there. In the circle around them are representations of all the metal ores with a meteorite at the top. The next ring is occupied by the crystal systems and the third by all of the evolutionary stones. Beyond that, unbound by a ring, are his keystone and all of his pokemon’s mega stones, including the steelixite Ren gave him. The rest of the tattoo is occupied by his pokemon, each with their own mineral that represents them in some way. Ren asks a few clarifying questions as he explains and he lets her touch him so that he can tell which parts she is asking about. She runs her fingers over the lunatone cradling the curve of his shoulder. He reaches up and holds his shoulder for a moment. She reluctantly removes her hand he turns to face her. Their eyes meet and she begins to color a little. She reaches for her drink and finishes it off. He watches her thoughtfully for a moment before suggesting they watch a movie. Steven puts his shirt back on and uses his nav to find the Utena movie in his collection and put it on the big screen. Ren grabs the blanket and throws it over herself. She is about to go back to her arm of the couch but hesitates and decides to scooch closer to him instead. She leans up against him and he lifts his arm to make room for her without any hesitation. She snuggles a bit closer and he wraps his arm around her. She offers him some of the blanket and he pulls it over himself with his free arm. They watch quietly in Kantonese so that Steven can practice his listening skills and pretty soon they are both asleep. Steven wakes up a little while after the movie has ended to find his head resting on Ren’s who has her head on his shoulder. Her mouth is slightly open and she has drooled on him a bit. She snores lightly as he picks his head up. He smiles down at her before looking around the room. Most of her pokemon and some of his own are asleep on giant cushions all over the floor. The TV has already turned itself off and it is dark except for a little moonlight coming in the windows and skylight. Steven wakes Ren and she sits up just enough for Steven to wiggle out from under her. Steven crouches and carefully slides a hand under her knees and shoulders. It takes a little effort and isn’t exactly elegant, but he does manage to heave her up and makes for the hall. Ren’s head lulls against his shoulder as he carries her down the hall and into the bedroom. The bed is huge and very plush. There are a ton of pillows and a big fluffy comforter, which Bessemer peels back with telekinesis from wherever they are. Steven lays Ren down and she stretches and sighs, a big smile on her face. He pulls the covers up over her and wishes her goodnight. She snuggles deeper into the bed and Steven can’t help the very warm smile that creeps onto his own face as he looks at her. He turns away and heads out into the hall only to come face to face with Tāraki. The sceptile just stares at him with his big golden eyes. Steven steps aside and gestures to Ren and the bed. Tāraki blinks slowly at him before moving into the bedroom. He goes to the far side of the bed and hops up. He feels out the comforter before settling down next to Ren. She rolls over and strokes the ridges on his head while he thrums happily. Steven smiles one last time before he heads back into the living room. Bessemer smirks at him from the corner, but he either doesn’t notice or pretends not to. He picks up the blanket off the floor and tosses a pillow on the end of the couch. He flops down and throws the blanket over himself and is soon asleep.]

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