#sorry i was a bit late answering ehehehe

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pssst PSSST hey hey guess what?

noa is the type of dad who would say “i love you” in front of your friends and classmates when dropping u off at school, with like the most deadpan face ever but it’s still filled with love <3

(like miles’ dad from into the spiderverse ehehehe)

and maybe when he’s feeling a bit playful he’ll say it louder and won’t leave until u say it back :))))

ok mwuah byeeee

I watched Across the Spiderverse (for a second time) today so I think it's a good moment to answer this <3 But. Let me add the other Chris, Lavinho and Snuffy as well!

How your dad says "I love you" when he brings you to school

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Tags: gn!reader, dad!character, reader is a teenager, not proofread

Noa doesn't even realize he's embarrassing you. He drops you off at school every day and with the usual cold expression on his face he says "I love you" and will not let you leave until you said "I love you too." Most of the time, that happens in the car. But sometimes, when you're in a hurry you forget about it because your mind is focused on grabbing your backpack and running to your friend group so you can get to class. That's when your father opens the car window and yells after you, repeating "I love you!" still with the same expression while you're running towards your friends. You have no other choice than to yell it back, which your friends love to tease you about.

Whenever Chris drives you to school, he lets you out on the parking lot and actually walks to the school building with you. Saying goodbye always takes at least five minutes and you've arrived too late for your class a handful of times because sometimes, your dad just can't let you go. He repeats how much he loves you over and over and hugs you so tight you barely get air to breathe. He doesn't care if your friends see and hear it either. If you tell him it makes you feel embarrassed, Chris insists there's no reason to feel that way. He's your dad and he wants to be as open about how much he loves you as he wants, and that's nothing you should be embarrassed of. Although, he tends to get overly emotional, considering you're just going to school and it won't even be long until he sees you again.

Lavinho embarrasses you in front of your friends fully on purpose. When he drops you off at school, he always gets out of the car as well to give you a goodbye hug. If he sees only one of your friends around, he starts embarrassing you by calling you cringy nicknames and repeating how much he loves you loud enough for everyone to hear. He loves to tease you in front of everyone as well. Don't even think about telling him to back down because he definitely won't. Actually, he'd become even worse if you told him to stop. He thinks that as your dad, it's part of his job to be at least a bit embarrassing sometimes. A lot of times, actually. Teasing is his main love language, okay?

Snuffy keeps the goodbyes and "I love you"s in the car when he drives you to school. He prefers to keep that between you and him, just sometimes he forgets about it and because he would hate to let you go without saying it, he quickly opens his window to yell it after you. Only when you turn around he realizes that it embarrassed you because everyone could hear. He feels sorry afterwards whenever that happens and apologizes as soon as he picks you up from school. And still, he can't help but do it, again and again, each time he forgets to say "I love you" when you're still in the car.

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hi! 5, 6, & 8 for the fandom ask game!

These are long ass answers so... under the cut they go!!

Fandom/fanfic asks

5. Favorite platonic pairing?

Okay so this might be just a thing between me and my friend, but we have this AU where Emet-selch hid away Ryne/"Minfilia" to keep her away from Hydaelyn's influence, but then he still dies as normal and Zenos is the one to find her alone and rescue her? 🥺 And long story short she's now his little sister who is single-handedly saving him from himself and all the trauma his father had inflicted upon him while trying to give her the childhood he never had. I…… am SO emotional about it!! 😭😭😭 They are THE found family siblings, I just get so soft thinking about them 🥺 Genuinely…!!!

I think the only other one that comes to mind, which idk how much this counts since one half of it is my OC, but I'm thinking very much all the time lately about the friendship between my OC Mal and Sebastian!! If you've been reading my fic you might say, "what friendship? Sebastian is a total dickhead to him!" But!! Trust me!!! It's gonna get there eventually!!!!! They are gonna be talking about their feelings and watching frogs together in no time (it will actually be. A long time. But you'll see!!) I haven't really talked about it much because I don't want someone to be like "ehehehe and maybe they are into each other? 👀" but they are strictly just friends and it is going to stay that way!! 😤 One day I'm gonna cave and draw something cute with them hanging out, just wait and see lol

6. Favorite headcanon?

I think the one I've been lingering on most lately is the one you brought up recently, of Zenos being autistic! It makes so much sense, and I already subscribed to it before but I've been thinking about it more since you brought it up! Thinking about him laying in the wol's lap in the royal menagerie, and they're counting the petals on the flowers together to calm him down. :3 Idk, little things like this!

8. Fandom you're a part of that's the most obscure?

Mmm here's where I wanna split hairs on terminology sorry haha okay so to me "fandom" is like, a community, a place of active participation with other fans: whether that's sharing fan works, looking at/reading fan works, or discussing the canon material. That to me is fandom!

So like, to me I would say something like utapri feels obscure, because I'm very passionate about it and don't really have people to talk to about it in much detail, I'm picking up little crumbs about it from pixiv or tumblr, but it feels so tiny to me. But I know it is a big series in Japan! It was popular in western spaces for a time too, like a decade ago-- is that obscure? I don't know, I don't think so, but it feels obscure in the sense of like, I don't feel as if there is all that much community for me to connect with about it.

There's also games like Omori, where the fandom is largely minors so I haven't wanted to interact with the larger fandom space and thus it feels small-- or games that I am deeply fascinated with like Dead Plate that I have no clue if there's any fandom at all and am a bit scared to look for one because it's a very small indie game and thus feels like any fandom would feel too intimate, somehow-- or games that are so old and obscure that I would love to draw art for (and even have in the past!) but finding anyone who has played them is like a needle in a haystack, like my favorite game of all time, Arcanum!

Is a fandom just "things I like that I like"? Or "things I make fanworks for"? Or "a community where I interact with others about this shared interest"? What's obscure in one of those definitions wouldn't be in another definition! Sorry this is a total non-answer but I can't find a way to answer the question in a satisfying way because the question varies based on how you would define fandom!!

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What Waits Off the Coast of Santa Barbara

Chapter 5: Give and Take, Ask and Answer

Notes: so uhm- eheheh, funny story…

I have added an indeterminable amount of new chapters — chapters I don’t know the amount of because I haven’t even drafted them :’) but if I had to guess, it’d be around upwards of ten extra chapters

*screaming and crying* SOMEBODY FUCKING SEDATE ME-

Sorry for the super late update 

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The car ride was silent. A bit awkward, if Shawn was being honest. He fiddled with the uncomfortable seat belt, then his hands, trying to ignore the side-eyes ‘Carlton Lassiter’ was giving him. He wasn’t sure what his deal was with him. Then again, he’d also be suspicious if he was with a weird guy that was previously a weird mermaid. Even so, there was quite a few quick glances.

Shawn hated silence. Even the ocean had the odd whale call every now and then. And besides, sound traveled a lot better through water than it did on land. Without the constant pressure of sea water pushing on his ears, everything felt so much more quiet. All that he could hear right now was the rumble of the car engine and wind whistling outside.

He’d be filling the empty void right now with flirting and witty banter (all of it aimed at the man behind the steering wheel, of course). But he was still working on getting his mouth and tongue to cooperate with him. He’d barely been able to say his name earlier, and the other quips he’d made before that had been just as much a struggle.

He reached out to fiddle with the radio fixed to the dash, the tarp wrapped around him making a swishing sound as he did so. Someone had to substitute the silence for noise, and if Shawn couldn’t fill it with speaking he might as well have something else do it for him.

“-I wanna see you out that door, baby bye bye bye (bye bye!)”

Not even two seconds had passed and it was immediately shut off once more by Carlton. His hand was a blur as it reached towards the dash and pressed the power button. 

Silence reigned once more. 

Shawn hummed a tune under his breath, parts of a whale song he’d heard a few days ago broken with the odd line from the chorus of ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ by Tears for Fears. It mixed horribly, but the only one that was there to judge his humming skills were him and Carlton. 

Fingers drummed against his thighs in tempo, plastic fabric rustling with every tap, head nodding along subconsciously. 

The air was tense, despite Shawn’s best efforts. 

Until Carlton cleared his throat. “So… you uh- you’re…”

“Real?” Shawn finished for him. He mentally patted himself on the back for not fucking up the pronunciation. Even though it was fairly simple. Still, small victories and all that. 

“No- I mean… you’re sitting in my car, I think that’s enough evidence that you’re real.” He took a deep breath. “I was going to say that- that you’re a siren.” 

Hold up, what? This guy thought he was a siren? He had to be joking, pulling his leg. But no, his face, whilst still staring at the road, was dead serious.

Shawn couldn’t help laughing, a sound that was a mix of human laughter along with dolphin chirps and whistles. “Siren? You- thought- those ugly half-vulture ladies? Hell no!” 

Saying it out loud made him laugh harder. At least that was one thing he could still do without struggle. Simply speaking that broken sentence was a battle. But it was one that was slowly getting more and more easy to overcome. 

The car slowed down as they came to a red-light, albeit a bit jerkily. Shawn barely noticed, too busy laughing his ass off, cheeks growing hot. Of all the things he could’ve been called, ‘siren’ wasn’t on the list of things he’d thought of. 

“It’s a valid conclusion, alright?” Carlton’s face went bright red in embarrassment. It was cute, Shawn found, the way his lips pursed as he practically became a tomato. 

He continued, and asked interrogatively, “How else did you make me help you?” 

Shawn’s laughs died down to a couple giggles. “Make you… what?” 

What did that mean? Then Shawn realized that Carlton thought he’d done some kind of voodoo seduction spell and forced him to help get out of the net. 

He let out an involuntary snort, and giggled more. “I can’t do that. That’d be really cool though.” 

But the sight of Carlton’s still serious expression made him come to a full stop. He wasn’t kidding. Oh man, he didn’t really think that, did he? That Shawn could just full-on take over someone and make them do his bidding? That that was why Carlton had helped him in the first place? 

Yeah, getting people to do stuff you wanted them to do could be cool. In theory. But… just the thought of it didn’t really sit right with him. Full control? Probably a little invasive. Definitely a little invasive. 

The light turned green again, and Carlton pressed the gas pedal a little too aggressively. The engine revved as they shot past the traffic light. There wasn’t really anyone around to notice, however. Except for a lone car sitting at the exit of a small parking lot, waiting for the Crown Vic to drive past so it could pull out. 

“Dude, even if I was a siren, I couldn’t make you do anything. They just… sing about what you want most. Draw you towards them, that stuff.” 

Shawn remembered his first — and last — encounter with the nasty creatures. He was grateful he’d paid some attention to the Greek mythology section of eighth grade history. Otherwise he’d have seen that rocky island full of bird women and not thought twice about swimming over and investigating. Of course, he knew what was up the moment he saw the big vultures with human heads surrounded by torn clothing and shredded steel beams. 

Eyes never leaving the road, Carlton drummed his fingers against the wheel. “So, you’re not… in my head? You’re not influencing my judgment?”

“Nope. Not a little bit.” 

He nodded, donning a thoughtful expression. 

And then it was quiet. 

Two minutes passed before Shawn became antsy. 

What to do, what to do, what to do… 

He thought back to when Carlton had opened up his glove compartment earlier to grab the bottle of ibuprofen. Along with the medicine, he’d seen the standard car manual, with a gun sitting comfortably on top. 

Shawn took another quick scan of the car and found a radio in the cup-holder. A closer look at the man behind the wheel told him there was a badge and a pair of handcuffs stuffed in his pockets. 

It was easy enough to piece together that this guy worked with the police. Child’s play, really. He was probably a detective, the setup reminding Shawn of when his own father had made the transition from officer to detective. 

“It’s been a while, but I’m pretty sure that even if you’re a detective it’s still illegal to drive when you’re drunk.” 

The last part was also easy to deduce, the faint scent of alcohol permeating Carlton’s breath. Faint, most likely faded enough to leave him sober. But still there. 

A beat passed. 

“What gave it away?” 

“Well, the radio was a big hint.” He gestured to the aforementioned object still sitting in the cupholder. “Handcuffs sticking out of the back pocket were a dead give away. But I almost missed it. That ass is so distracting. And third: your badge? There’s a perfect outline of it in your other pocket.” 

Shawn could see the look of impression that Carlton was trying to tamp down. “How did you figure I’m a detective, not just a cop?” 

“Let’s just say I… knew someone. Yeah.” He wasn’t ready to really open up about his dad. Not yet. Not to a stranger. Maybe Gus, when he saw him. Besides, he’d rather not have someone who most likely knew Henry professionally be privy to the fact that Shawn was his son. “The setup was a lot like yours.”

It was quiet again, save for the humming engine and the small taps Shawn’s fingernails made against the hard plastic door handle. 

Carlton flicked on his turn signal, pulling into the left turn lane. “What’s with the… just a while ago, on the beach, why were you so…”

So big. The unspoken words reverberated through the car. 

Truth be told, Shawn never really wondered why his human form and his mer form had such a large difference in size. Evolution, maybe? The ‘why’ never bothered him, just grateful for the advantage over all other ocean life. Nothing bothered him when he was that size. 

The only thing bigger than Shawn were whales, who simply allowed him to travel alongside as he pleased, not sensing any danger from him. 

“Not sure. But it’s useful. Easy to hunt, get food.” Shawn stated matter-of-factly.  

Again, Carlton nodded in agreement. “I would assume so.”

Buildings flew by as the car trundled on. The sky had significantly lightened up by now, a small sliver of the sun peeking over the horizon. Outside, Shawn could hear seagulls cawing and birds chirping. It had been a while since he’d heard those. 

“How long?” 

This time, it was Shawn’s turn to look confused. He turned away from the window to look at Carlton, who still had not taken his eyes away from the road. “What?” 

“How long were you underwater, away from land?” 

Shawn’s mouth opened and closed, not unlike a fish out of water (which was technically what he was). 

Noticing his silence, he began to elaborate. “The way you talk, like you used to but haven’t in a long time. That’s how I know.” Carlton pulled onto a smaller road, houses lining both sides of the street. “You figured out I’m a detective, I’m a little surprised you thought I was incompetent. There’s a reason I have this job, and it’s not because I sat on my ass and asked for it.” 

Shawn sighed. He was right about that. Still, it was kind of embarrassing to have it pointed out to him. “What year is it?” 

“2006.” 

“About a decade, then. Give or take a few months.” An idea struck Shawn. “Speaking of which, what’d I miss while I was gone? Did they renew the Breakfast Club? Any new movies with Val Kilmer? Any world changing events like that?” 

Shawn hadn’t expected the flurry of emotions coming from Carlton. When he did speak, his voice was just barely raised a pitch. “Uhm, well, there sure were- but that’s a conversation for later.” 

It was perfect timing. Carlton pulled the Crown Vic in the driveway of an immaculate house. The lawn was neatly trimmed, the home a clean shade of green and void of any dirt or grime. If Shawn didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed whoever lived there was someone who was boring and worked a nine to five office job. 

But a quick glance inside told him the opposite, as Shawn exited the car, tarp still swishing around him. Sharper than average eyes let him see that there was some kind of corkboard with mugshots pinned in some kind of order, with what were most likely descriptions of the people printed underneath. 

Lassiter dug through his pockets and fished out a set of keys, unlocking the door. “Go on ahead to the bathroom, it’s down the hall second door on the left. I need to find the first aid kit.” 

Inside, Shawn got a better look at the board he’d seen from outside. Now that he was closer, he could actually read the descriptions. It was a wall full of convicted criminals, each one more rough than the last. Save for the one in the top left corner, who appeared to be a dapper gentleman. 

He walked down the hallway, and noticed a room, door wide open so there was no need to do it himself, right across from where he’d been instructed the bathroom was. A desk sat beside the bed, covered in papers and a singular empty file. 

Shawn knew he didn’t have time to really examine them, so from the door he quickly scanned the closest papers to the best of his ability. 

Something something dead astronomer something planetarium…

“Wow, he really puts the ‘home’ in homework.” Shawn muttered under his breath before retreating into the bathroom where he’d been told to go. 

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I know you're a major Daisuke/Wallace shipper, but may I ask which other ships with Daisuke you like too, if any? (^・ω・^ )

(in my case i multiship him with a ton of characters... Lately more into TakeDai thanks to Shiha lol)

Ahhh, sorry it took so long for me to answer this!!

Oh, Ni. NI. Do you really want to open up the floodgates of shipping with me?? (bless you)

So, I developed the habit of just not talking about Digimon ships on the Internet many years ago, despite it being the primary thing that was fueling my creative output for a significant period of time (like… 2007-2014, probably??). But yeah, for most of my time on Tumblr, there was no way I was gonna talk directly about Digimon ships, because I’m always scared about the potential backlash such posts may receive (trying to get over that, though!). A few ships have breached brain-containment: Wallsuke and Taijyou, obviously, Taishiro and Nishihime maybe less-obviously (these days). But I feel more comfortable talking about those since they’re (mostly) rarepairs, the haters are minimal/nonexistent, fans of those pairs are chill and awesome, and I guess they just feel “safer” than some of the rest of the Adventure/02/tri/Kizuna shipping minefield XD

I would LOVE to make a chart like the one @reliablejoukido did showing my OTP thru NOTP feelings though! Back in 2012 I know I made a numerical matrix-type thingy for my preferences, but I never published it anywhere and I’m guessing they’ve changed a bit ^^; If I ever found time to make my own template in this day and age, I’d do it, but alas, time makes fools of us all! 🥲

All that is to say, I’m also a multishipper, and I absolutely have other Daisuke ships!! I have ended up on kind of a personal crusade to put more Wallsuke out in the world these past few years, which is why it kind of accidentally ended up being my primary Daisuke ship (oops). It doesn’t mean all those other ships are gone and forgotten, though!

I’m generally using REALLY OLD American English Fandom ship names in this post, only because that’s how I refer to them in my own head. Please don’t think too hard about the spelling/order/capitalization/punctuation of them, because I’m not! I assure you these designations don’t mean anything in this context other than “the relationship between these characters in some platonic or romantic way, explanation to follow.” TL;DR for everyone reading this: don’t be rude about shipping on this post, and don’t nitpick my terminology, please! I’m old, and so, so tired of fandom drama.

And now, without further ado, and in no particular order… DAISUKE SHIPS! ᕕ(ᐛ) ᕗ

Daiyako (Miyako/Daisuke)

I love them as friends hanging out or casually dating. They’re so!!! Well, they’re pretty similar in how strong their convictions are and how open they are about their feelings, which means they agree on a lot of things but also have the potential to clash a lot, which is a dynamic I REALLY enjoy for them. In a romantic scenario, I can definitely see them as going from arguing about something inconsequential to making out in about 3 seconds flat (maybe with a side of “how did we end up here??” ehehehe). IDK, they both give off disaster bisexual vibes to me, and I’m 100% here for that!

Daiken (Ken/Daisuke)

Really great, obviously, either romantic or platonic. They were Jogress partners (cue chorus of “oh my god, they were Jogress partners…”). I actually um. Don’t have a lot to say about this ship, but I do enjoy seeing it on my dash! Daisuke and Ken’s Christmas Carol and the entirety of Revenge of Diaboromon are all-time classics in my mind and I do secretly like one-sided Kaiser/Daisuke or mutual Kaiser/Daisuke Kaiser… shhhh

Daikari (Hikari/Daisuke)

Like, honestly yes. Daisuke, I am rooting for you! I mostly enjoy them as a friendship or in a “falling in love once they grow up and mellow out a bit” context. This is also how I feel about Junpei/Izumi from Frontier, by-the-by. Both pairs give off similar vibes (to me), but I’m more likely to gravitate to thinking about Junzumi because I just. Junpei does NOT get enough love, respect, or attention in general, and I would LOVE to see more portrayals of fat-positive romance for him, specifically.

Daikeru (Takeru/Daisuke)

So, I’ll admit I have a really hard time writing Takeru, which means I don’t do a very good job of imagining him in Situations(tm), but I have read/seen a fair bit of this pair romantically and I like it, I just also don’t have a lot to say about it (I’m sensing a theme!). Once again though, I will happily read what others put out there. Please, fic writers, help me understand how Takeru thinks! He’s such a mystery to me.

Daichi (Taichi/Daisuke)

The admiration Daisuke shows his senpai in canon is very endearing, even if it can seem a bit lopsided (though maybe, by the time Revenge of Dioboromon concludes, the admiration IS quite mutual??). I do like thinking about them as a mentor/mentee pair though, or equals/brothers-in-arms, learning from each other as they compare notes on leadership and decisionmaking.

Daimi (Mimi/Daisuke)

I loooooove their friendship!! IDK, between the NY segment of the World Tour Arc and the Door Into Summer audio drama, it’s there, right? Anyway, I still say these two are the Treat Yo’ Self squad for the Adventure kids, and I love picturing that dynamic for them.

I think me answering this ask is a bit of a stealth request for (short) fic recs that feature these relationships, lmao. I used to casually browse fanfiction a lot more than I do now, I guess I’m too picky or something (plus I have a HUGE backlog of mutuals’ fanfics to read, augh sorry!). And I didn’t mention it, but romantic thruples are good too! I would be interested in reading… oh, I don’t know, pretty much any combination of the older 02 characters in a polyamory situation (Dai/Ken/Miyako, Hikari/Takeru/Dai, Ken/Dai/Takeru, Dai/Miya/Wallace, etc).

So yeah. Shipping!! I love it. Does this mean the floodgates are finally open? IDK, but you could try sending me another Digimon character to see if I’d talk about the ship(s) I have for them!

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Osorezan Revoir (Gojo Satoru X Reader/OC)

This is not in the wrong fandom 😂 is what I want to say first. Well, I don't need to say what kind of song we should listen to while reading this😂 For readers who don't know, the title of the song is Osorezan Revoir, a song from Shaman King. I was inspired when watching the Shaman King 2021 anime that was left forgotten since I was planning to binge watch it.

For now, it will be a one-shot. I am not sure if I will be continuing this as series or not. I still haven't finished Fortune Teller series in Ao3😂

“I am sorry, but I have to purify you.” I threw the yellow papers of talisman in my hand. They spread out and stuck into the grotesque terrifying blackish-green monsters in front of me, the talisman papers send out an electric shock and they disintegrate after falling down with a loud thump.

“Fuuka-sama!”

“Oh, Head of Sugawara household. How are you doing?” I smiled as I waved at them.

“Fuuka-sama. Are you alright?” The head of Sugawara household, a family of jujutsu sorcerers asked politely.

“Why yes, of course. As you can see, I am fine.” I answered, but with my fox mask worn on my face, they couldn’t see my expression.

“I am relieved to hear that, Fuuka-sama. So, can you tell me why are you strolling in the night alone without your bodyguard?” Sugawara no Michizane smiled with an irk mark on his cheek.

‘Ah, busted.’ I sweatdropped. ‘Now, I only have one thing to do.’

“Well then, Michizane, I am going back now.” I gave him a bow and ran away from the seething old grandpa, using my shikigami, in the form of Kirin. His sermon is no joke, I will be forced to listen for 4 hours straight in seiza. Nuh-uh, no way I am enduring that again.

“Wait a minute! Fuuka-sama!!!!” I heard Michizane’s ear-piercing shriek as I soared in the air, back into my room in Asakura grand mansion.

I am Asakura Fuuka, the descendant of the Great Onmyouji, Asakura Hao. Like my great great great Grandpa, I have mastered Onmyodo, abilities to have full control of five elements and divination powers and also a curse reversal. Any curse that is directed to me will be automatically sent back to its caster.

“Fuu-sama, you will receive Sugawara-sama’s sermon tomorrow, definitely.” My shikigami, a pair of children, Shiro and Kuro sighed.

“I forgot it was his turn to patrol. Ehehehe…” I laughed scratching the back of my head. “No worries, I know what to do tomorrow.” ~”~

When the sun rises from the east, Michizane is already bragging into Asakura mansion and to my place and starts his sermon. Fortunately, we have a screen between us, a screen divider that was used when meeting someone with a higher status or meeting the opposite gender.

“Fuuka-sama, how many times I have told you not to stroll alone in the dark?! You know how dangerous it is. Especially as of late, the cursed spirits are increasing and the citizens are uneasy… blah blah blah…”

“…How many hours has he gone on his tirade?” I whispered to Shiro.

“It’s only 1 hour, Fuu-sama.” My faithful shikigami answered.

“Eeeehhh…”

“It’s your fault for being found out, Fuu-sama.” Kuro rolled his eyes.

“But… the cursed spirits won’t let me walk away. What can I do?” I pouted.

“Are you listening to me, Fuuka-sama?”

“Ah, yes. I am listening.” I answered.

“Good answer, Fuuka-sama. Now then, I will present you my grandson, Satoru as your bodyguard.”

“Ah?” I blanked for a moment. “No wait. What are you talking about, Michizane?”

“So you weren’t listening to me at all, Fuuka-sama.” I can see an imaginary flame surrounding him.

“I don’t need a bodyguard.” I sighed. “Nobody will dare to oppose me openly or secretly. The most they can do is badmouthing me behind my back.”

“With Fuuka-sama tendency to wanderlust, it’s a nigh time to place a strict bodyguard to stick beside you.” Michizane bit back.

“…But your grandson seems to be agreeing with me.” My lips curled into a smirk.

“Wha!?”

“Rather than babysit a kid, I’d rather train my cursed technique, he said.” I giggled.

“Satoru!!!” Michizane roared while I laughed at their antics. This is enough to deter him from being my bodyguard. It should be…

“Why are you here again?” I looked at my ‘bodyguard’ who was sitting just outside the screen divider.

“That should be my line, you damn brat.” My bodyguard, Satoru growled.

“Are you angry that I read your mind without your permission?” I laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. That ability is not a thing that I can control.” I apologized.

“…you…”

“Besides, I don’t need a bodyguard anyway.” I sighed. “I have my shikigamis with me. With how much spiritual power I hold, even stupid people know to stay far away from me… But well… I still have to make it up for you.” I giggled as I raised the screen.

“You!” The man jumped a few feet away from me.

“Don’t worry.” I showed him my half-masked face. “I won’t read your mind.” I giggled. “My mask was inscribed with a spell to contain my mind-reading ability. But sometimes it also failed to contain it, like the accident a few days ago.”

“…your face…”

“My face? Ah!” He must be referring to the marking on my cheeks. “I wrote a stronger spell on my face instead of a mask, since half mask has no enough space for me to inscribe. Let’s go. I will take you out of the mansion. I have to make it up for you after all.” I grinned.

So, Satoru and I went outside to the market. We buy and eat a lot of things. It’s my way to apologize. I hope it works.

“As expected, nothing beat the food.” I stretched my hands up. The sun is setting, it’s my time to go home before more nagging from Michizane and Asakura Yohken. That grandpa is also a competitor of Michizane in preaching sermons. I was fortunate that Grandpa Yohken was out until today, so he won’t know my little night strolling. I pray Michizane won’t tell him though.

“Ah, when you got back home, just told Michizane that I was too much for you to handle. You can add a lot more nasty things so he will give up pushing you as my bodyguards.” I told Satoru.

“…Are you fine with that?” He frowned.

“Fine with what?” I tilted my head. “Not having a bodyguard? I told you I would be fine. You also don’t like me that much. Not to mention I can read minds. I am not stupid enough to think that people will like me.” I giggled. “Everyone is…afraid of me…”

“My Grandpa likes you though. Hell, he even treats you better than me, his own biological grandson.”

“Michizane is… 1 in a million of odd people. He is in the same odd league as my Grandpa.” I smiled. “I am grateful that he is not afraid of me.” I giggled lightly. “Even though he sometimes is annoying.”

“I don’t dislike you.” Satoru sighed. “Sure I was surprised and upset that you read my mind like that and also at the fact that my damn grandpa is pushing me as your babysitter. But I don’t dislike you.”

“…” I blinked owlishly.

“What? If you have something to say, just say it already.”

“Hahaha!” I laughed out loud. “You are so strange.”

“You are the strange one!” Satoru retorted back.

That is the day when our strange friendship begins. Satoru sometimes, meaning more often than not comes to Asakura household to spend time with me. The two of us then pulled a lot of pranks on the officials, especially on my grandpa, Asakura Yohken and Sugawara no Michizane. The result, the two of us will suffer together for their sermons for hours. But it’s worth it though. ~”~

Right now, the two of us are grounded after our latest prank on our grandpas. I used my shapeshifting shikigamis to switch their hat with them. The two grandpas paraded the shikigamis instead of their court hats in front of the emperor. So, yep, you all can guess why we are grounded now.

“So, what are you doing now, Satoru?” I looked at the older and taller male. I see he is writing something in a talisman.

“Trying to make a talisman.” He groaned.

“Can jujutsu sorcerer even make it?” I tilted my head. Despite being the same in doing exorcising job. The origin of the energy that we use is different. I, as an Onmyouji use spiritual energy, the positive Yang energy, while jujutsu sorcerer uses cursed energy, the negative Yin energy. In a sense, onmyouji neutralizes the cursed spirit’s Yin energy with Yang energy, while jujutsu sorcerer overwhelms cursed spirit with their Yin energy.

“We can use simple shikigami. So, we should be able to use talisman.”

“…A talisman made using Yin energy will bring nothing but negative energy and misfortune.”

“Yeah, so I can just paste this talisman into those old fossils’ houses and let them experience misfortune.”

“…” I looked at him for a good 10 seconds before a smile broke on my lips, “I like it.” I beamed.

“I know you will like it.” Satoru cackled.

“And I can pretend to be a wonderer onmyouji and ask for compensation in exchange for exorcising the talisman.” Our strange friendship has evolved into this kind of let’s become scammers together.

“Nyaaa…” An orange Tabby cat meowed to get our attention as it came closer to us.

“Come here, Tora.” I cooed.

Tora is the cat I picked up on my nightly stroll. I remember it was raining and I saw this kitten lying down on the side street, to hungry and cold to move. So, I brought it back with me on impulse. I was the one who saved it and treated it well, but this little thing liked Satoru more than me. it took a few days for it to warm up with me, but it quickly meowed cutely the moment it saw Satoru.

“Nyaa.” The kitten crawled to Satoru’s leg and rubbed its cheek. My jaw dropped at the sight.

“Heh. It likes me more.” Satoru said smugly in triumphant.

“Not fair.” I cried. “I was the one who saved it.” I pouted.

“It might be thinking you are a fox. Why don’t you take off your mask?” Satoru suggested.

“…That’s a little…”

“Will the spell stop working if you take off the mask?” He frowned.

“No… I wrote the spell on my face, remember?” I smiled wryly. “I have been wearing a mask for as long as I remember. Not many people find my face pleasant because my eyes look like they are looking at their souls. So, I’d rather not have my friend say I look unpleasant…” I muttered.

“Do you think I am shallow like that?” Satoru pinched my cheeks.

“It hurts. Hurts. Hurts. Hai am shory (I am sorry).”

“No matter what you look like, you are not unpleasant. Just ignore those people who said so.”

“…You… really won’t suddenly disappear, right?” I asked timidly.

“Of course not.” Satoru rolled his eyes.

“…Okay…” Slowly, I undid the strings that hold the mask together. “It’s been a while since I take it off in front of people. The only people who saw my face were Grandpa and Michizane… and now you I guess.” I smiled.

“…” (Satoru’s eyes widen as he takes a sharp breath and is secretly glad nobody ever sees your face or he might need to pull some strings behind your back to dispose some trash)

“Satoru?” I tilted my head when I neither saw nor heard any response from him. I smile a little, feeling a little sad or disappointed or maybe both from the lack of response and slowly put back my mask on.

“No!” Satoru grabs my hand, and the mask clatters on the wooden floor. “You… you are not unpleasant, so you don’t wear your mask.” He mumbles with pinkish ears.

“O…oh…” I can feel my face warming up too. “I…I thought my spell marking and face made you uncomfortable.” I mumbled.

“Nyaaa…” I feel something brushing against my leg. We look down and see the cat rubbing its cheek to my leg.

“It came to me!” I exclaimed excitedly. “Satoru, it likes me!” I picked up the cat and showed it to him.

“…yeah…” Satoru’s eyes soften as he smiles.

“Hehehe, I like you too.” I rubbed my cheek to it. “From now on, your name will be Tora.”

“Nyaaa…”

“Please take care of me, Tora.”

“What are those?” Satoru looked at the thing Tora brought with it.

“Oh, this is a tarot deck.” I showed him the deck. Each card has its own unique illustration and words on the bottom of the cards.

“Tarot deck?”

“It’s a tool of divination from West. A foreign merchant brought it to us as a gift since Asakura is profound in divination. He also taught me simple vocabularies of his country.”

“Hee… You sure it’s a real thing?”

“Yeah. This is a real thing.” I nodded. “There was a trace of energy of whoever used them. I have cleansed it and charged it with my own. Should I try reading yours?” I offered.

“I don’t mind. But…”

“But?”

“I thought we agreed on 'no mask' when it’s only the two of us.” He frowned.

“Umm…” I averted my head to the side. ‘How can I tell him it’s embarrassing to let him see my face. Even now, my face is getting hot when he looks at me. I am glad I am wearing a mask or I can’t even look at him.’

“Fuu~” Satoru looms over me, making me squeak in a little too high voice. “Let’s take it off, shall we?” He beamed as he made a quick work on the cord and soon, my mask was already in his hand. “Yep, this is better.”

“~~~~” I covered my face with my hands.

“…Why are you getting shy now, hm?” Oh, it’s that teasing lilt again.

“Be…Be quiet. I am just not used to people looking at my face.” I grumbled.

“You better get used to it, because I am going to see it every single day from now on.”

“Eh?”

“You heard me. No mask when it’s only us, or I will take it off.” He grinned, using my mask to fan himself.

“…meanie…” I puffed my cheeks.

“…You shouldn’t do that or I will attack you.” He mumbled softly.

“Attack?” I blinked. “You know a curse won’t affect me. It will be reflected back to you.”

“…I don’t mean that attack.” He sighed.

“Then? What kind of attack?” I crawl closer to him, now it’s his turn to avert his face. “Satoru?” I am literally all over him now.

“If someone is to enter this room right now, they will find out their master is harassing her guest.”

“I am not!” I huffed. “Why are you lying like that.” I humphed and pulled back. “I won’t read for you now, stupid Satoru,” I grumbled while picking up Tora. “I will just play with Tora instead.”

“Let’s ignore that beanpole, okay Tora?” I smiled sweetly at the cat.

“Nya.”

“That’s it. Good boy.” I started humming a tune. A familiar tune that has been ingrained in my brain ever since I was born.

“…What kind of song is that? I never heard of it.” Satoru suddenly asks.

“…I don’t know…” I shook my head softly and put Tora in my lap.

“You don’t know?”

“You must at least have heard a rumour about me,” I mumbled.

“I don’t trust rumour.” He rolled his eyes.

“Hehehe.” I giggled. “I was abandoned in Osorezan when I was a baby.”

“Osorezan? That Osorezan?”

“Yeah. That Osorezan.” I nodded.

Osorezan, it’s a desolate place, cloaked in steam and sulfurous fumes that stream from volcanic fumaroles. Nearby, a hushed silence hangs over a caldera like a beach with the colour of old bones. People saw death in these under-worldly landscapes that were neither heaven nor hell. They called it Osorezan. It became a place for a living to mourn over the dead. Ghosts with nowhere else to go end up there. the mountain is a bridge between this world and the next.

“I don’t know how or why I wound up there, I was put in a basket with a fox mask, inscribed with a spell, placed upon my face. I don’t even know how I survived until Michizane found me. The people residing near Osorezan are talking about a singing ghost girl, a.k.a me, and Michizane was asked to investigate. That’s how I was found.” I recounted my old tale.

“As for how they know I was an Asakura is because, every descendant born with Asakura blood will have a Seven Star Tree birthmark, the symbol of Asakura family somewhere on the body. Mine was found on the back of my neck and Michizane and Grandpa also said that I look alike to my ancestor Asakura Hao. Thus, I was brought in and raised as Asakura. And then I showed talent as Onmyouji at an early age, cementing the fact.”

“I also found out about my mind-reading ability after meeting Michizane. Since I was living alone in the mountains with no other people, I didn’t know I had this kind of ability. The song I often hum is my sole solace in that lonely mountain. I don’t know where I picked it up though. Might be because my mother often sang it when I was in her womb?” I giggled at my own thought.

“Fuu…”

“It’s okay, I don’t really feel sad anymore. Because I meet Grandpa, Michizane, Tora and most importantly, you. I am content with my life now. I don’t feel any attachment to my parents, since I don’t know or remember them. Well then, I am going to sing it once for you. Better be grateful since I don’t do this often.” I beamed at him.

Omae-san wo matsu sono hito wa kitto

Sabishii omoi nazo sase wa shinai

Sukunaku tomo sukunaku tomo

Omae-san no au sono hito wa kitto

Sabishii omoi nazo sase wa shinai

Sukunaku tomo sukunaku tomo

Rojou ni sutekusare yarusenasa

Tojou ni futekusare yaruki nashi

Ai wa deai wakare suketa nunokire

Osorezan ru vowaaru

“Fuu, I am going to awaken my inherited ability soon.” One day Satoru told me such. It was few months after I told him about my old tale.

“Oh, that renowned Six Eyes?”

“Yep. It’s a technique that will be passed on to next head of the clan.”

“Ah, come to think of it, it’s almost two years since we met each other.” I smiled.

“We were 16 and 18 at the time.”

“Yep, you called me a brat.”

“Shut up.” Satoru rolled his eyes while I laughed. “When I become a clan head, I will tell you something…”

“Something?” I tilted my head.

“Yeah, a super important thing.” Satoru grinned.

“How important?”

“Super important.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” Satoru nodded.

“Then, after you become a clan head, I will also tell you the title of the song.” I smiled.

“That song you sang?”

“Yep. I am searching for a fitting title right now.”

“Okay, it’s a promise then.” We linked our pinkies together and laughed.

“Oh, I have one more secret I want to tell you.”

“Right now?” Satoru blinked.

“Yep, come over here.” I motioned him to come closer and whisper it into his ear.

Kuroi senbaduru sono hito wa jitto

Sabishii omoi nazo kakae yoru

Orenaku tomo orenaku tomo

Kuroi senbaduru sono hito wa jitto

Sabishii omoi nazo kakae hiru

Orenaku tomo orenaku tomo

Kijou ni furumae do hokoronde

Mushou ni buromaido hoshikunari

Ai wa deai wakare suketa nunokire

Osorezan ru vowaaru

“Fuuka!” Grandpa suddenly burst through my room. My eyes widen at the news he just said and the next thing I know, I am already out of the Asakura household with Kirin, soaring at high speed to Sugawara household.

“Satoru!” I called out his name as I barged through to Sugawara household. A lump of black-greenish mud is in the middle of an array, with only two red flashes indicating its eyes.

“Fuuka-sama!”

“Michizane! Where is Satoru?! Let me see him!”

“You can’t, Fuuka-sama! It’s not Satoru anymore…”

“He is! He is still there! I can still see him! I will bring him back… Please, Michizane, let me through. Satoru is in pain.”

“Fuuka-sama…”

“I have mastered Onmyoudo. If I don’t use this to save people important to me. Then, what’s the use of it!”

“But Fuuka-sama.”

“If you don’t want to let me through… I will use force.” I condensed my spiritual power. The pressure alone is enough to blow them away. “Move, Michizane.”

“I can’t, Fuuka-sama. You are the last direct descendant of Asakura Hao-sama. If something were to happen to you…”

“I don’t care about that! Move!” Yellow papers of talisman flew out to four corners around me, making a barrier that pushed people away.

Yowai senyonen shousei wa yatto

Sabishii omoi kara hanaremasu

Hakanaku tomo hakanaku tomo

Yowai kono kokoro shousei wa yatto

Sabishii omoi kara hagaremasu

Hakanaku tomo hakanaku tomo

“Grrrrrr….” Satoru growled.

“It’s me, Satoru. I won’t harm you. Calm down.” I take a step closer and Satoru takes a step back. But the array is sending an electric current to him, making him roar in pain and rampaging more.

“Satoru! Look at me!” I throw my mask away. “It’s me, Fuu. I am not wearing my mask anymore. you should be able to recognize me.”

Seeing me without my mask is working. Satoru is calming down. “There there. I will soon exorcise the Yin energy and you will be fine again.” I smiled and took steps closer and closer and closer until I finally reached him.

Satoru has calmed down somewhat and even let me touch him. It’s a good sign since my body is full of Yang energy, it’s melting the lump of Yin energy on Satoru’s body.

“There there. You will be fine now.” I smiled as I chanted a spell. A pentagram is glowing underneath me and starting to purify Satoru.

“Kill the monster!” It happens so fast. Arrows are raining down on us, catching us by surprise. Satoru starts to rampage again in retaliation.

A sickening sound of flesh and bone being torn echoes in my ears.

“Fuuka-sama!!!!”

Shujou ni nagarae do setsunakute

Gashou ni deaetara ureshikute

Ai wa deai wakare suketa nunokire

Osorezan ru vowaaru

“*cough* *cough*”

“I…I am fine…” I ignored the hand that pierced my abdomen and multiple arrows were stuck in my back as I moved closer to Satoru.

“…F…uu…” Tears streamed down from Satoru’s eyes.

“No worries… It doesn’t…hurt...” I smiled. “I…am an Asakura… I will quickly… purify you…” The dimmed pentagram is starting to glow again, brighter than ever. “And everything…will be alright…again…”

“That monster is absorbing Fuuka-sama’s power. Quick! Use fire arrows!”

“Stop them! Don’t let them near Fuuka-sama and Satoru!!!!”

I release all my spiritual power to purify the Yin energy in one go. “Satoru… I finally found the fitting title…”

“Don’t talk…” Satoru has been purified and I can sense Yin energy from his eyes.

“So… this is Six Eyes…” I cupped his cheek with my weak hand. “They are pretty… they really… match with your… white hair…” I smiled.

I can feel a lot of malicious thoughts begin to intrude my mind. ‘How strange. It disappeared a year after my meeting with Satoru… But it came back again…’

“Please, Fuu… hold on. I will quickly take you back to Asakura.” His voice trembled.

“Ah… the song title is… Ughh…”

‘Monsters.’

‘They are monsters.’

‘Emperor was right, Asakura and Sugawara are monsters in human skin…’

‘Stop it! Don’t come inside my mind!’

“Fuu, shut up. I will listen to you after you are treated. Please don’t do this to me.”

Numerous will-o-wisps are now visible to the naked eye and even combining with each other. The more will-o-wisps come out, the more my strength is being sucked out. Hate, anger, greed, lust, possessive, obsession. All of those negative thoughts are tainting my mind.

‘Not yet… let me… Just let me tell him the song’s name…’

“The title is… Osorezan…Revoir… Farewell…Mount Osore…” I can’t hold on anymore. My strength is leaving my body with terrifying speed. At least I was able to tell him the song's name. It’s a shame that I can’t tell him how I feel about him though. ‘I love you, Satoru.’ I smile for the last time.

Fushou no mi naredo mo kono tabi wa

Shijou no yorokobi to chirinuru wo

Hijou ni omoware do ki ni wa senu

Bishou no hitotsu demo kuryaryanse

The combined will-o-wisps turn into the Great Oni. It let out a loud, screeching roar and started to rampage, to feast on more negative emotion. The Emperor’s soldiers are running for their lives now, while Sugawaras are trying to exorcise the Great Oni.

“Fuu… no… no no no… Fuu… wake up…” Satoru cradled the limp body and tried to wake her up. But no matter what he does, there is no more reaction from the limp body in his arms.

“Satoru! Quick! Take Fuuka-sama away! We must treat her fast!” Michizane howled at his grandson to move.

“Yeah… I am going to take her away…” Satoru mumbled. “After I finish them off.” He growls, eyes turning fierce as they glow. “Cursed Technique Lapse – Maximum Cursed Energy Output: Blue.” A big blue orb, made from condensed of a large amount of cursed energy is acting like a magnet, pulling everything into it, be it people, Great Oni, smaller Onis or rubbles.

What Fuu did was not only purify the cursed energy that latched onto him. She also integrated those terrifying amounts of cursed energy into his body. Right now, Satoru can finally use the full potential of his innate cursed technique, Limitless.

“Cursed Technique Reversal – Maximum Cursed Energy Output: Red.” This time a red orb came out from the tip of his finger and became bigger as it rushed straight to the blue orb. “Imaginary Technique, Hollow Purple.” The blue and red orb fused, turning into a purple orb. And that very same purple orb kills all those people on the former blue orb, not even leaving ashes.

“Satoru…”

“I promised I still have something important to tell you.” Satoru, with tears streaming down his face, murmured softly. “There are too many people here. Let’s go to where we can be alone… Just the two of us…”

“Satoru, take Fuuka-sama away from here,” Michizane said. Even though Satoru managed to exorcise Great Oni and those small Onis, casualties had been made. This no doubt will make the Emperor mad enough to prosecute them. He had always been wary of the big influence that Sugawara and Asakura held. This is a perfect chance for him to dispose them altogether, with convincing evidence too.

“Leave and don’t come back anymore. Throw away Sugawara and Asakura’s name. Those names will go down in history as criminals. Let me and Old man Asakura handle this. All you need to do is save Fuuka-sama.” Michizane finished his piece.

Satoru doesn’t reply to Michizane, either he doesn’t listen or doesn't even bother to listen. But it’s alright, Michizane knew Satoru would choose Fuuka over anything.

Satoru then uses teleportation to move them far away from prying eyes. That day, Asakura and Sugawara were branded as criminals trying to harm the Emperor with a curse and all of them were executed on the spot. But No matter how The Emperor searched, he couldn’t find Asakura Fuuka and Sugawara no Satoru, not their corpses, much less any traces of them. It’s as if they have disappeared from Earth.

Bojou ni mo naranu kono uta mo

Ijou mo chimashite owarimasu

Zujou ni kagayaku wa dono kuni zo

Jizou-sama owasu asoko ka na

Ai wa deai wakare suketa nunokire

Osorezan ru vowaaru

Spring is here, the Sakura trees are in full bloom. It’s a perfect time to take a nap on the biggest branch of Sakura tree. Uncle said from now on I will be studying here in Jujutsu High as a freshman. Our family, Mutsuki family is a rather small clan of jujutsu sorcerers in the jujutsu circle. The unique thing about Mutsuki family is, that they used Yang energy to exorcise cursed spirits rather than Yin energy or cursed energy.

The Yang energy is easier to apply in healing than the latter, making the despite the small size of the clan, nobody dares to do anything brazenly. That’s how precious healers are in jujutsu circle. But me, I can’t do large-scale healing like my clan members, the most I can do is slowly heal myself using Yang energy. I excel in Onmyoudo. I have mastered the five elements and can do simple divination. I can even apply five element properties to cursed spirits’ cursed energy and counter it with its weakness

“Satoru, you sure this is a good idea?” A male voice said.

“What do you mean? Of course it’s a good idea.” Another male replied with a snort.

“I don’t think pranking your kouhai on her first day is a good idea.” This time it’s a female voice sighing.

‘…Pranking new kouhai? Are they talking about me?’ I shifted into a sitting position to see my so-called senpais more clearly. I can see three figures walking closer to me, well, to the Sakura tree where I climbed. ‘White, black and brown.’ I looked at their hair colour.

“Then, when she opens the door, the bucket will fall down and hit her head.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Satoru.” The black hair sighed. “Her clan is a healer clan. They are pretty prized in our line of work. Angering her is not a good idea. What if they refused to heal your clansmen after this?”

“We have Shoko. She is special grade.” White hair who I assumed as Satoru snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Ehh… too much work.” The girl, clearly named Shoko protested flatly.

“Besides I heard she can’t heal people at all. She is the black sheep of the clan. Nobody will want to help her vent.”

“…Contrary to everyone's expectations, my clansmen really dote on me. I am basically their golden child. My Onmyoudo is a rare ability amongst my healer clansmen.” I said.

“Ha! As if…” The three of them snapped their heads up to me.

“Kon’nichiwa, senpais. I am Mutsuki Fuuka, a first year. I will be enrolling on this school starting today. Please take care of me.” I smiled and jumped down.

The white-haired senpai quickly extends his long arms as if trying to catch me. But I have already used a wind spell to slowly descend me. I blink as I descend safely in his arms.

“It hurts…” I felt my cheeks being pinched.

“What’s with this fox mask?” The white head senpai grumbled. “Are you ugly or something? Are you really a high school student? Aren’t you too short?”

I know I am a little shorter compared to my peers, and I only measure up to this senpai’s mid torso, but this is also because he is so tall like a beanpole. “I just like the mask.” I pouted as I rubbed my now sore cheeks. “And I know I am short. There’s no need to jab where it hurts.” I grumbled.

“So the mask is not a ritual in Mutsuki family?” The brown-haired female senpai, Shoko-senpai questioned.

“It does look more peculiar than other fox masks.” Black-haired senpai, Suguru-senpai commented on my mask. Well, instead of red paint, it use light blue paint to draw the line instead and two tassels with the same color dangle on the either sides of the mask.

“It’s not. I just personally like this mask.” I untie the string so they can see my face beneath the mask.

*Slap* But the white head senpai slaps my mask back to my face. “It hurts!” I cried out.

“Don’t just show your face to anyone, shortie.”

“Satoru, don’t tease her too much. There’s nothing wrong with her face.” Black-haired senpai, Suguru senpai frowned at his best friend's antics.

“Shut up.” Satoru-senpai grunted. “Listen well, shortie. I heard there is a tradition in Mutsuki clan that you have to marry the first people who saw your face. You better not show your face or you will attract creeps.”

“…Is that so?” I tilted my head to the side. “This is the first time I heard about it.” I blinked.

“How do you even know about that, Satoru? Aren’t you just making it up?” Suguru-senpai sighed.

“Then…” A mischievous grin graced my lips. Since Satoru-senpai is standing in front of me, he is sort of blocking me from the other two. “Satoru-senpai.”

“Ha?” The moment Satoru-senpai turns to me, I lift the mask and let him see my face.

“Since you have seen my face then you have to marry me.” I laughed.

“Bahahaha!” The other two senpais laughed at him. “She got you good.”

“Remember to invite us to the wedding.” Suguru-senpai snickered.

“Yeah, tell us the date. We will bring you a big gift.” Shoko-senpai added. Satoru-senpai is looking between either wanting to scowl or being embarrassed.

“Just kidding.” I giggled. “There’s no tradition like that in Mutsuki family.”

“Brat.” Satoru-senpai scowled as he pinched my cheeks again.

“Hai ham shory (I am sorry)”

“Hmph! We’ll see who gets the last laugh.” Satoru-senpai harrumphed.

Osorezan oo ru vowaaru

[praisetheaxolotl]

Hey, I just recently saw your blog and i love it! My question is, how do you think Bill's personality would be of he were human? I'm writing a fic about that and wanted to hear your input if you could.

Hi!! I'm glad you like my blog!

As for a human Bill, I actually have an OC who's pretty much just an expy of Bill haha- he's the main character of a podcast I co-host! But nevermind that, it's on hiatus anyway and going thru a reboot....

Anyway! Bill as a human!

He'd definitely be... weird. In a highschool setting, he'd be the weird kid that inexplicably has a fair amount of friends that follow him around, but he'd also be the kid deemed most likely to shoot up the place. Wether or not that assumption is accurate comes down to personal characterization- but that would be what people think, I think.

Bill in canon doesn't seem to have much empathy and tends to see other people as more means to an end rather than actual companions (see: the henchmaniacs.) He'd enjoy their company but on a surface level. And a human Bill would absolutely keep those traits- he'd struggle with empathy and respecting people as people. But that doesn't make him a bad person on its own- its how he responds to it. Is he the protagonist of your fic, or the antagonist? If he's the protagonist, part of his arc could include figuring out cognitive empathy and getting closer to people on a more personal level.

(I also suggest looking up the different types of empathy- someone can have very very low emotional empathy (the kind where you feel how people feel) but learn cognitive empathy (empathising via hashing out how people feel, rather than it coming naturally.) I have very low emotional empathy, but over the years I got very good at cognitive empathy!)

A human Bill would definitely be masking some kind of unhappiness, even a depression, with his strange behavior and manipulative tendencies. How deep the depression goes is up to you ^^ But I think his grandioseness and sort of "bad" tendencies aren't a farce- just because he's depressed, doesn't mean he's actually super caring and a softie deep down. He is depressed, he is unhappy, he's chronically bored... and therefore he sees people as a means to an end, as entertainment factor, and doesn't get any closer than that.

This is just me, but since he's a human he can have menchal illnesses, and I'd peg him as a comorbidity of ASPD and NPD. It's a combination that sucks major ass for everyone, including the poor sod with it. The blog "your-aspd-dad" has a lot of info on cluster B stuff, but I beg of you please please please PLEASE DO NOT canonize this in your fic unless you really know what you're doing. You can learn from the info on that blog but pleasepleaseplease don't say he has it unless you're absolutely sure you know what you're doing. Both these disorders have a lot of stigma attached to them, to the point a mangled portrayal of them could be disasterous. I do welcome any more questions if you have them, though! My DMs are always open, even if I take a while to reply :)

But those are kind of my thoughts, yeah! Outgoing, loud, weird guy, that sees his friends as less "lifelong deep companions" and more "fun people that make me feel good because they like me and are entertaining," who prods people to get a reaction, and all of this behavior is because of deep seeded insecurity (about what? You decide!) and chronic boredom leading to depression that may be mild, OR it could be severe.

Also he's almost definitely set shit on fire. The man has a criminal record, probably assault/battery charges and some acts of arson.

Anyway have fun with your fic!! Drop a link or @ me in a post about it if you want, and I'll check it out!

[officialscaramouche]

Hellooo!!! Maybe a part 2 for the traitor fic? Thank you!!!!

Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Yes of course!!!!!!! I liked writing this one now that I have little mister kazuha in my clutches ehehehe

pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader / kazuha x gn!reader

tw: the usual “fuck” here and there

wc: 1,534

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“Why did you ask me to be your girlfriend, then?”

The question hit him like a truck. It was one he had been avoiding for the longest time, but since it was finally asked, he had to find an answer. To him, the term “girlfriend” was very loosely described. Is it someone who you spend everyday with? Or someone that you sleep with? Or someone that you kiss, and love, and cherish? Then at least everyone in his life fit the bill for “girlfriend,” or “boyfriend.”

He spends everyday with his coworkers in the Fatui, but they’re not his partners. He’s fucked many other women before her, so were they also girlfriends? And what a joke, there’s nobody he loves or cherishes outside of himself. The question was stupid.

He chose not to answer and continue to give his undivided attention to the report in front of him. “Hello?! I’m talking to you!” She pushed everything off the desk. The paperwork, the ink pot, the flowers, everything.

Scaramouche pushed his chair back and stood, holding his arms out to look at the ink staining his clothes. “I honestly don’t know, because you’re the biggest bitch I’ve ever met!”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” She yelled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to her.

He pushed her arms off of him and shoved her aside into the bookshelf. “Don’t put your fucking hands on me. Just because I allow you to spend your time with me doesn’t mean you can run your bitchy little mouth.” She looked at him in disbelief, the throbbing pain in the back of her head sending stars around her head. “All that mouth is good for is sucking my dick, so shut the fuck up.”

“It’s cold outside,” your boyfriend called out to you, running over and slipping your arms through the jacket.

“Thank you, honey,” you said, pursing your lips to welcome a kiss.

He smiles and kisses you, cupping your face. He leans into the kiss until your back finds the wall, his hand running down your face, to your neck, and to your waist. He squeezes the skin there and pulls your pelvis to him, pressing his back into yours.

You feel his tongue slide into your mouth, the kiss turning wetter and sloppier. “Kazuha!” You whine in his mouth, pushing him off of you. “We’re gonna be late!”

He desperately pulls you back in, unable to control his desire, and finds purchase back on your lips. “I’m sorry, you just look so good,” he pouts, reaching behind to grab a handful of your ass.

“Yeah well, I’m hungry!”

It was your one year anniversary with Kazuha and he got the two of you private seating at Third-Round Knockout. You had been wanting to go for a while, but Scaramouche never took you. “It’s a waste of money,” he’d say as he turned down the suggestion. So when you told Kazuha, he was more than willing to go.

It was his favorite restaurant seeing as he and Beidou went all the time. Except this time he wouldn’t be dragging anyone out of drunk fights and single handedly pack up everyone’s dishes. He especially liked their desserts, and promised he’d buy you one, even if you said you didn’t want it.

Kazuha was immediately so different from your ex. He was kinder, gentler, more respectful, and most of all he loved you. It was weird dating your ex’s best friend and you felt bad about it, especially since you ruined their long-time friendship. But from the day he met you, Kazuha was enamored. Every day that went by, he thought about you. He wanted to take you out, show you off, love you, make love to you, and for you to call him yours. He wanted to make you proud to have him, wanted you to love him the way he loved you. And when it came down to it, he was right there beside you to comfort you when Scaramouche finally said goodbye.

He knew his best friend like the back of his hand. Scaramouche got tired of things very quickly, and he never had a problem finding something new to entertain him. For someone with a terrible attitude and a vulgar mouth, Scaramouche was always breaking hearts.

Kazuha didn’t have many partners. In his experience, women were greedy and petty. Men were controlling and abrasive. Overtime he had come to give up on finding love. But then he met you— you were so kindhearted and patient. You always said yes to Scaramouche and you would defend him until you passed out (figuratively.) Kazuha felt that his best friend didn’t appreciate you. He didn’t see your worth. But Kazuha did. And now that he had you he wasn’t going to let you go.

Kazuha watched as you clapped excitedly as the waitress brought your cake dessert. “Be careful,” he chuckled, his heart warm with love. “It’s not a sweet cake.”

“What kind of cake isn’t sweet?” You joke, swiping cake onto your spoon and funneling it into your mouth. The bitterness hit your tongue after a delay. You open your mouth and spit it out, making a grossed out face.

Laughing, Kazuha takes a napkin to your cheek. “I told you it was bitter, silly.”

“No!” You whined, pushing the plate away. “You said it wasn’t sweet!”

“Oh, I’m sorry honey,” he snickered, pulling the plate to him and taking a bite. “Mmm!”

Scaramouche sat at his private table with a scowl on his face. He didn’t want to be here, and he definitely didn’t want Mona to come. “Can you at least try to look happy for him?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she clapped in celebration.

Up at the front with a medal on his shawl, Tartaglia gave a thank you speech for the Tsaritsa and his fellow harbingers. This event was a celebration for Tartaglia and Singora’s success in retrieving Morax’s gnosis. It was funny seeing him up there as he had no clue of his role in the ploy.

Scaramouche was never one for shindigs and he especially wasn’t one for the eleventh harbinger. He was too friendly, he’d say if you asked. “People who are too friendly are hiding something.”

One thing he didn’t like about the harbinger was how kind and loving he was to you while you were together. He saw it as a ploy to get you, take you from him. He thought he was going to be the one there for you when he left, but the harbinger was nowhere to be found. Instead, he saw his best friend stab him in the back.

He watched the young harbinger walk from the front to hug and chat with people. What a load of bullshit, he thought. “If I take a gnosis, kill me before they throw a party, okay?”

Mona rested her elbows on the table, leaning into it and looking around awkwardly. “Don’t worry, I’ll kill you before you can even take a gnosis.”

He watched on at Tartaglia’s seemingly genuine cheer as he excused himself from the people he was stuck with, practically running over to more people to stroke his ego. “Hey,” Mona sort of laughed. “Isn’t that…”

Tartaglia ran up to two very familiar people. “[Y/N],” he breathed, slamming his hands on the table and standing to his feet. What the hell were you doing here? You were no longer tied to the Fatui, you shouldn’t have even been let inside! But there you were, embracing the harbinger and pulling him closer to you to look at the medal. And right beside you, smiling and shaking his hand, was none other than his best friend, and your new boyfriend, Kazuha.

Scaramouche took off, stalking over to the three of you looking for answers. Kazuha noticed first, raising his hands to reassure that he wasn’t there to insult your ex. Tartaglia noticed next, after your boyfriend’s sudden stance of defense. You only picked up on it when suddenly nobody was listening to you. Kazuha forced a smile and greeted the harbinger. “Hello, Scaram—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he bit, pushing the samurai aside. “What the hell are you doing here?” He asked, shoving a finger into your chest.

“I invited them,” Tartaglia cut in, putting an arm between you and Scaramouche, removing his hand from your chest. “And I purposely reserved a table for them far away from you. Besides, where’s your girl, huh? Just leave her behind?”

Scaramouche clicked his tongue in annoyance and eyed you up and down. You looked…nice tonight. It wouldn’t have been the outfit he would’ve chosen, but you wore it well nonetheless. Kazuha placed his hand on Scaramouche’s shoulder, turning him around to face him. “Not even going to say hello to your friend?”

“We aren’t friends,” he hissed, pushing him away once more before stomping off to his table.

“Ah, geez, sorry guys!” Tartaglia groaned, shaking Kazuha’s hand once more. “I was hoping he wouldn’t be an ass tonight. Anyway, it was very nice to meet you Mr. Kadehara. We should all hang out sometime! I gotta go find a bathroom, so I’ll see you later!”

[anothertimdrakestan]

Sweater Weather (Damian Wayne x Reader)

words: 1.4k

req from a lovely anon: “Could maybe please write a songfic for Damian and the reader? The song being Sweater Weather? It could be sfw or nsfw, whatever you're comfortable with. However, if you're not comfortable with this request, that's ok! I LOVE your writing and respect you as the author. Anywayssss, have a great day! 💞💞”

hi love!!! thank you for the req! i’m not very practiced at songfics but i tried and i stole all the inspiration for this story from my real life eheheh so here’s some insight to my messy love life lmao. also! for my songfics at least i don’t include lyrics because for me they pull me out of the story but if you know the song you’ll notice a lot of dialogue/descriptions are pulled straight from the song hehe! i hope you enjoy!

“I’ve got the taser, kick them in the balls if they try me, and scream” you repeated in your head as you made your way down the streets of Gotham, was it quite late to be going out for a bite to eat? Yes. But you’d been studying and felt that a midnight snack was well deserved. 

Bag of food in hand you were headed back, taking a familiar shortcut you used to get to downtown all the time. Unfortunately, you failed to remember that the alleyway on fifth was never safe after sunset, but your mind auto-piloted you that way and now you were about 85% sure you were about to have to beat some ass to defend your food in a few minutes. 

“C’mere princess gimme a smile” a deep voice slurred as you continued past, other deep growls of agreement and hoots echoed around the alley. “C’mon babe I don’t see anyone with ya! pretty gal like you’z should be snatched up” you cringed at his wording hoping there was no double meaning as you hurried past. “Tt, she’s with me” a voice hissed as a cloaked vigilante dropped in front of you. “Hey Rob” you smiled sheepishly, knowing he had probably been watching you for a couple minutes. “Y/n, come, let’s go” Damian’s slightly fake Robin voice always made you roll your eyes but you knew there was no chance in hell he was letting you walk away, so you let him loop his left hand around your waist and pull you out of the alleyway towards your favorite rooftop. 

Before your feet touched the rooftop you were getting lectured. “Y/n you know I’m a call away when you want to go out like this! It’s not safe here you know this!” you looked at him with a bored expression. “Dames I’m not a baby plus you trained the crap out of me I could’ve easily protected myself and you know it. So why the heroism tonight?” you asked, cocking your head to the side while Damian did his favorite move besides pulling out a sword: changing the subject. “It’s too cold, look, you’re shivering. Here.” he grumbled, pulling off his cloak and draping it around your neck as you clasped it, grateful for the warmth but angered from the lack of answers. 

You didn’t need to bug him, just give him a knowing look and he was soon sitting with you on the rooftop staring out at the skyline. And you just sat like that, in silence, for a little bit. Not that you minded- there wasn’t much for you to say while Damian clearly was deep in his own thoughts.

“I wanted to save you” he broke the silence. You turned to him, “you’ve been saving me since we were kids man it just hasn’t been a recent thing. What aren’t you saying?” you cut off your thought to see if he’d give you more. 

“Trust my y/n there’s nothing I wouldn’t want to tell you about” his whispered before standing up with his grappling hook. “You don’t want your food to get cold” he mumbled as you silently agreed, moving to take off the cloak. “It’ll be cold, leave it on” were the last words before he whisked you home, helping you sneak through your window like always. “Bye Dami” you whispered, meeting his domino mask covered eyes that just stared at you for a couple seconds, but with a little nod he was off. 

With a stretch you decided to leave the cloak on, it was surprisingly warm and you didn’t want to lose it as it was probably quite expensive. You got out your food, just a couple bites in when you heard a knock on your window. Getting up was Damian, this time without his mask on, sat with unreadable eyes that were searching frantically until they met yours. 

Sliding the window open you stepped back to let him in when he pulled you out of the window and onto the roof of your home. With a small yelp you stared at him, waiting for an explanation. 

Damian took a deep breath. “I didn’t finish answering your question” he said gruffly as you cocked your head to the side. “Okay?" you replied.

“I wanted to save you,” his eyes cast down and his tone quieted as he said “because I couldn’t imagine my life without you y/n” You felt your chest tighten, all the nights you spent wondering if Damian would ever feel the same way you did, the nights you spent writing Y/n Wayne on papers then erasing it with a giggle, and all the moments where you considered how difficult it would be to go from best friends to something else- all started flooding to the front of your brain. “Play it cool y/n” you chided. 

“Aw Dames you know I couldn’t either!” you nodded, giving him a soft smile which got wiped off your face when he shook his head. “No, not like that- god I am so bad at explaining this” he groaned, looking like he was going to give up. But he continued, “what I want is different, different from what we’ve got. I want a future, a person who wants me, a love, I want love.” his voice was strained as he paused to look at you. 

“You want those, with me?” you gulped. 

He nodded. “Yeah, i-is that bad?” you could tell he was holding his breath.

“Not bad, definitely the opposite. Good, very very good” you mumbled, watching his eyes fall down to your lips. 

“So if that’s what I want, what do you want?” he whispered, toying with the material of his cloak that you were still wearing. 

“I want you Dami” his eyes snapped to yours, like he was processing everything hitting him all at once. 

His hands had made it higher up the cloak now, and you felt him tentatively tug you forward, his eyes meeting yours one last time to confirm that everything he’d been dreaming about for months was really about to happen. 

And then he kissed you.

It was soft, and tentative, and careful. But it was also warm and overflowing with love. His hands moved to cup your cheek while you linked your arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss. 

Pulling apart Damian’s lips were upturned into the tiniest smile, but it said more than a million words to you. 

“So you gonna ask me out orrrrrr” you teased with a wink while Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, was the moonlit kiss not good enough for you ms. l/n” he scrunched his nose while you laughed. “No I just wish I could’ve filmed your whole ‘I want love’ speech. It was very un-“i-was-trained-as-a-baby-assassin-with-no-emotions” of you! I’m quite proud wanna give it another go so I can show Bruce?” you laughed as Damian glared at you. “Don’t make me resend my offer, I could change my want’s at anytime you know” he said very matter-of-factly while you couldn’t help but snort. 

“Puh-leez you’d give the speech again if it meant you could steal another kiss” you tapped his chest knowingly when his hand shot out to grab yours. He laced his fingers in between yours saying, “from my knowledge you were the one of said you wanted me, and since I’m yours and you’re mine, I pretty much get a kiss whenever I want, it’s hardly stealing” he finished by pulling your lips onto his as he smirked into the kiss. “Hm whatever you say lovebird”

“You cannot call me that”

“I’m pretty sure I get to call you whatever I want lover boy” 

“Absolutely not”

“Love bird, lover boy, softie, cutie, baby bird, wow there’s like infinite nicknames here” you gasped with laughter.

“What have I gotten myself into” he chuckled as you grinned, diving in for a quick peck before you decided it was enough loving for one night, the cloak was warm but it was nothing compared to the sweater you’d stolen from Dami a couple weeks past. You’d been outside more tonight than in the last month and desperately needed something to warm you up. It was finally sweater weather after all.

[inkykeiji]

hi clariiii! just popping in to say i loooove your touya-nii universe (and all others lol)! 🥺 i have read all your works, and i think your writing is both so raw and beautiful at the same time…and just captures the needy/desperate?? and all-consuming relationships your characters have. the imagery you use to describe a feeling too…its just 😌…

like the way you utilize touya’s “blue flames” from the actual show/manga and use it has a descriptor & just in general the use of fire/smoke/heat to describe his feelings towards y/n. also another moment i liked was when he licked y/n tears and you described how he swallows them to be protected by his heart and “cage of bone”…just like asfsedf i loved that bit of writing…! your writing is just sooo unique on here and one of my favorites 💕!

reading your latest piece really reminded me of a song im also obsessed with atm! not sure if you listen to keshi, but his latest song touch realllyyy just vibes with it i feel like! i recommend a listen! keshi also just had a way with words and melodies that are so smooth/soft and heartbreaking (but like heartbreaking in that good way if ya know what i mean?! lolol) at the same time that just feel like…i could hear playing in my head while i read your writing.

your writing also single-handedly made me want touya when i had never before lolol. honestly all my fave characters now, i love because a creator on here got me to love them haha.

anywhos! i am rambling... thank you for your writing and gifting it with us all <3 i hope you were able to get some rest after workin so hard to get that our for us! you genuinely are such a sweet person & i appreciate you and your writing ✨ - rin

hello!!! <3

first off, i want to apologize for taking a few days to get to this. because it was so thoughtful and thorough, i wanted to make sure i gave my answer the same attention and effort as you gave your ask, because you deserve that (and also to fully listen to the song!). i want you to know that your support honest to god means the entire world to me and for you to take the time to write out such a beautiful response means more to me than my words could ever tell you <33333 thank you so much for this, i'm sorry i'm responding a little late. i appreciate you so much!!

secondly, wow!!!!!!!!! thank you thank you thank you from the very bottom of my heart for such incredible feedback!!! 'raw and beautiful is SUCH a fantastic compliment!! it makes me so insanely happy to hear that the obsessive, rabid relationships i write come across so clearly; all-consuming is absolutely the most perfect word for it, because that's exactly what they are. such a 'love' devours each characters soul from the inside out until they've fused together, constantly reliant on each other to survive.

aaaah hehehe honestly i just really love fire and water/ice. they're interesting elements to me and i like the way they look hahaha. but i also find them to just be fantastic to describe the physical FEELING of specific emotions, and i'm literally beyond happy that you've picked up on my tendency to do that in my work!!! i also just really love rib cages HAHAHA i think they're super cool and just like,,, intriguing??? because they're supposed to protect all of your vital organs right? idk i won't ramble on about that hahaha but WOW that means a lot to me, thank you <333

i have never listened to him before, but i can totally see what you're talking about 100%!!! i gave it a listen and i loved it so so so much!!!! just the whole vibe in general is perfect for that piece, i wish i knew about it while i was editing because it really would've been perfect to listen to!!! i'm in love with the can't talk with your tongue in my mouth lyric hehehe <333 this is absolutely going on my touya-nii playlist, thank you so much for recommending it!!!

OH MY GOSH HEHEHE REALLY!? omg i love that HAHAHA i feel so accomplished!!!!!!! that's so funny ehehehe awwwww i'm glad to hear it!! <3

once again, thank YOU for taking the time to write out such a thoughtful response to my newest piece, i appreciate it (and YOU!) so, so much <333 thank you for reading my work!!!

[rosieroxy117]

Jade Leech x Reader | Unfair part 2 of Envy

Summary - in which (Y/n) thinks of a sort of revenge plan with the one push she needed by a close friend..

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'This is so unfair....'

(Y/n) glared at Kayla who was talking to Jade while staring at a random student with a grin.

'Why did you have to exist?..' (Y/n) bit their lip as they stared at the way Kayla lightly punched Jade who chuckled at her feeble attempt.

"Ehh?~ Koebi-chan? What are you doing here alone??" Floyd asked as looked down at (Y/n) from behind them.

"Where did you come from!?" (Y/n) shrieked as they quickly turned around to look up at Floyd.

"Hey~ answer my question." Floyd shook his head, Floyd doesn't hug (Y/n) to make sure his brother doesn't get mad at him.

".."

"..."

"I'm spying on my sister.."

"Eh? Why though?"

(Y/n) then looked at the two to see them laughing.

"They both have been a bit too close lately.." (Y/n) pointed out.

"Oh! So... You already know?" Floyd asked with a quirked brow.

(Y/n) bit their lip again as they slowly nod making Floyd hum.

"I suggest you break up with him."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened at Floyd's words, they then turned around to face him again.

"B-But I still lo-" "Koebi-Chan, your a lost cause. Just do it, yell at him, tell your sister, do anything that will help you in this situation. Saying nothing and watching won't help."

(Y/n) stared at Floyd with a agape mouth and wide eyes.

"I'll see you later Koebi-Chan! Bye bye now!~" Floyd sung then ran off before (Y/n) could say anything.

‘Now that’s certainly a way....’ (Y/n) grinned at their mischievous plans.

(Y/n) bursted into Kayla’s dorm room, bloody and bruised as their eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

“My Angel!? Are you okay!? What happened!?” Kayla rushed over to (Y/n) and looked at her injuries.

“I-it was Jade!..” (Y/n) cried as they hugged their sister.

Ah, so cruel isn’t it? (Y/n) is turning Kayla against Jade.

What a smart person they are...

“That fucking shit! I’ll kill him!” Kayla growled, she was just about to run out of the room to chase after Jade but was stopped by (Y/n).

“No... I-It’s alright...” (Y/n) said as they hugged Kayla tighter.

“My poor Angel... let’s get you fixed up Kay?..” Kayla cooed as she led (Y/n) to her bathroom to get them fixed up..

“Oh?~ Eheheh!~ They actually did it!” Floyd laughed as he saw the unusually panicking Jade.

“What am I gonna do!? That witch fooled Kayla into thinking that I abused them!” Jade said as he paced back and forth, he then stopped and slowly looked at Floyd who smiled back.

“Yo.... You did this didn’t you!?” Jade glared at Floyd who smiled smugly back, he then started walking towards his brother before...

“JADE LEECH!...” a unusually dark and cold voice yelled out that sent shivers down Jade’s spine, he quickly looked over to see Kayla standing in front of (Y/n) with her arms folded.

Her eyes held a unusual fire of hate and malicious intent. (Y/n) stood behind Kayla with a small smile as they stared at Jade, knowing full well what they caused.

“I didn’t do it! I swear! You have to believe me!” Jade panicked, Kayla then slowly walked towards Jade.

“Their lying to you! You can’t actually believe that I would do that r-“ Jade was cut off by Kayla punching him in the gut making him bend down and hold his stomach.

Kayla roughly grabbed his chin and made him look up at her.

“I fucking warned you... And this is the price your gonna pay..” Kayla grinned at Jade.

She then punched him..

That was the last thing Jade had remembered before he saw the infirmary room..

“Your lucky I stopped her before she actually killed you...” Azul shook his head as he look at Jade who lied on a hospital bed.

“And why did you not help him?” Azul looked at Floyd who shrugged.

“He deserved it for hurting

Koebi-Chan!” Floyd sung happily as Jade glared at him.

“Oh my dear Angel... I’m so sorry for actually trusting him..” Kayla said, her face seemed untouched but her hair and clothes looked quite disheveled.

Ah. Even though (Y/n) didn’t get rid of the object of their jealousy, they were quite happy with how things turned out.

“It’s fine Kayla!..” (Y/n) said, they hugged Jack who looked quite angry.

“At least you got a few punches in for the both of us..” Jack said.

“Yep!” Kayla grinned, she then joined the hug as she snuggled into Jack and (Y/n).

Maybe this is the way things are supposed to be...

‘Family before lovers until I’m older...’ (Y/n) thought with a content smile.

Sorry if this wasn’t the type of ending you were expecting- just wanted to do something that I’ve never seen any other author do-)

[candymeowz]

Hello Sya! Tis me :3

I'm shocked to know you put Jawi in your title 😂😂🤣 But I have fun reading it! Been so long since I've read Jawi tbh :')

How are you? Hope you have a good day!

(and, will MC be okay???? The word 'blood' and 'bones' scares me ㅠㅠ)

-@yukihaie

Hi Han!

Decided to change things up a bit~

I woke up late today -10.a.m.- but so far it's been going great! Also thought about how my family feeds chicken scraps to the neighbours chickens when I was washing(?) raw chickens. How about you? I hope you have a good day as well!

And, uhh, I wanna avoid spoiling anything so Imma just remind you that the genre of the series is angst, not hurt/comfort, not angst and fluff, just... angst... So... Eheheh 😁✌️ but then again the characters in that story have a habit of not following the non-existent plotline...

Sorry for the late reply! I was answering it when ummi called me to go do some chores!

[squashedbananatk]

42 with tony tickling peter! just him being cute and shy and touch starved and self depricating. And tony trying to help.

On it!

Overwhelmed

(I know I suck at titles!)

Peter was exhausted. He has pulled 3 all nighters this week studying for tests, spending the other night out late patrolling and sparring with the team. He has had no time to breath this week. But thats the life of Spiderman right? It was finally Friday and he honestly just wanted to sit on the rooftops and take in the view, so that is exactly what he was doing.

Peter sighed listening to the sounds of the city below when it was interrupted by his phone ringing. Peter pulled off his mask and took his phone out and saw that it was Tony.

He declined the call and flopped down onto the hard concrete roof looking at the stars.

He was just so tired and stressed out. He had a full weekend ahead of him. The science fair was Sunday and his project wasn’t even half done... he had to spar with the team, he had at least four hours of homework from each class and he had another test on Monday! Peter’s head kept racing through all the things he was going to have to do. He just wanted a few minutes to breath...

His phone then rang again. It was Tony again. Peter sighed and declined again. He was too tired and stressed to care that he was ghosting The Tony Stark, if that doesn’t show how exhausted the kid is then nothing does.

Peter continued to lay on the roof with his feet hanging off the building and soon started to feel sleepy and past out.

“Kid? Hey Kid wake up.” Peter heard as he regained conciseness from being shaken lightly.

“Ugh, w-what? Mr Stark? What are you doing here?” Peter asked sleepily seeing Iron Man looming above him.

“You kept declining my calls and your aunt said you hadn’t come home, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Tony said through his Iron Man suit.

Peter groaned.

“What time is it?” Peter asked still trying to wake up.

“I don’t know like 3 am?” Tony guessed as he noticed the deep bags under the kid’s eyes.

“It’s freezing...” Peter said beginning to shiver as he sat up and wrapped his arms around himself.

“Come on, lets get you warmed up.” Tony said and picked the teen up which Peter surprisingly didn’t protest against. Peter sighed in contentment as he felt the warmth from Tony’s suit and soon he was asleep again in Tony’s arms. Tony sighed at the kid and began to fly back to the compound.

As they flew through the sky Tony couldn’t help but wonder what the kid was doing out here... And why was he asleep on the concrete? He had some questions for the kid when he woke up. His hands tensed a bit as his mind began to travel off into worry.

Once they got to the compound Tony took the kid into his room as he assumed the kid needed it more then him and put the kid on the bed and pulled the blanket on him up to his chin. He then left the kid to sleep. Tony slept on the couch for the night. The next morning Peter in a place he did not recognize...

“Ugh, where am I?” Peter asked rubbing sleep away from his eyes, he looked around the room before noticing he was still in his Spidey suite.

“What happened?” Peter asked himself as he got up and exited the room. Peter soon recognized the building he was in and quickly found his way into the living room/kitchen.

“Hey you’re up.” Tony said turning around from the kitchen.

Peter blushed a little, what even happened? He hardly remembers anything from last night.

“Uh, g-good morning.” Peter said

“Afternoon.” Tony smirked.

“What happened?” Peter asked rubbing his head.

“Not sure myself, I found you asleep up on a rooftop late last night so I brought you back here.” Tony said.

“O-Oh... I Uh...” Peter blushed again, this cannot be happening.

“You obviously needed the rest though, you probably slept for like about 10 hours...” Tony said.

“I’m sorry Mr Stark...” Peter apologized.

“No worries kid, but I do want to ask you something.” Tony said as he sat down on the couch patting on the spot beside him inviting Peter to sit.

“What is it?” Peter asked hesitantly going to sit down on the couch.

“What in the hell were you doing out there?” Tony asked.

Peter sighed. Should he tell Tony? He asked himself But he shouldn’t bother him with his dumb problems.

“Uh, I think I just fell asleep up there heh...” Pete lied.

Tony raised a brow. Peter could tell he wasn’t buying it.

“I was just stressed... I needed to get away from it all I guess...” Peter mumbled.

“What were you so stressed about?” Tony asked.

“I-It doesn’t matter, I don’t want to bother you with it.” Peter sighed.

“Hey, you know me well enough to know that I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care about what the answer was.” Tony reassures.

“Well, it wouldn’t be above you to lie...” Peter said. Tony raised his eyebrows. Did the kid really think he didn’t care?

Peter sighed

“I just have a lot on my mind... but it’s nothing compared to what you deal with.” Peter downgraded.

“Bullshit, now spit it out.” Tony smirked poking Peter’s rib playfully making him squirm away a little.

“I just feel like I don’t have enough time to get everything done... Between being Spiderman and being Peter Parker Hell... I barely had enough time just as Peter... and now adding Spiderman into the mix, it’s just too much sometimes...”

Tony nodded to show he had his full attention

“Like, I’ve already pulled three all nighters this week, I’ve had hours of homework each night, I’ve had to do training with you, do patrolling, save people, deal with bullies, finish a science prototype for a science fair tomorrow and I- Oh god! I gotta go Mr Stark! I have to finish” Peter yelped standing up remembering all his responsibilities but Tony grabbed his wrist.

“Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere mister! From what I can tell you have been working yourself to the bone and further! I will not let you keep doing that. You are not turning into me in that way!” Tony said.

“But I have to! I can’t let anyone down! I have to make people proud! I can’t screw everything up!” Peter began to panic slightly.

“Hey, trust me kid, if you keep doing this you will crumble under the amount of pressure you’re putting on yourself.” Tony said putting his hands on his shoulders. Peter dipped his head down.

“I just feel guilty for taking any kind of a break...” Peter mumbled.

“Tell you what, how about I help you finish your science project? Get it all ready for tomorrow.” Tony said as he sat back down on the couch.

“I don’t wanna be a bother....” Peter said

“Please! Compared to all your pop culture references this is not a bother at all!” Tony joked punching the kid in the shoulder playfully.

Peter giggled at that punching his shoulder back.

“Heh... I’ve heard that kids can fall asleep anywhere but, on a concrete rooftop in the middle of May?” Tony laughed.

“I was tired!” Peter defended.

“I could tell! While I was flying us back here you fell asleep in my arms, like I little baby.” Tony teased squeezing Peter tight and rocked them back and forth joking as the teenager groaned.

“Stohop, you know I don’t like being teased!” Peter said blushing.

“But it’s funny when you get all shy.” Tony smirked making Peter’s cheeks grow darker as he lightly pushed at the millionaire’s shoulder only to have Tony grab him again.

“No it’s nohot...” Peter giggled as he began to escape his mentor’s grip.

“Yes. It. Is!” Tony smirked and grabbed at Peter playfully trying to pin him in a hug but as Tony was grabbing at him he grabbed Pete’s side, Peter squeaked and fell back into Tony’s lap.

“Hey! Dohon’t!” Peter giggled.

Tony smirked at the teen in a way that made Peter rather nervous and pinned Peter’s back to his chest.

“Now what do we have here?” Tony asked poking Peter’s rib again.

“Nohothing! It’s nohohothing!” Peter reassures pushing on his chest.

“Well, it definitely looks like something.” Tony pushed on poking into the young hero’s ribs.

“Nahaha! Oh my Gohohod!” Peter laughed out as he squirmed frantically.

“Heh, I haven’t heard you laugh like this in a while kid, It’s nice.” Tony said with a smirk.

“Mr Stahark plehease! I-I’m reheheally tihicklish!” Peter said through his squeaky giggles as his fingers scribbled on his tummy.

“Mr Stahahark! Nahahahaha! Nohohot thehehere!!” Peter screeched and fell limp almost immediately.

“Not where? Here?” Tony asked pinching and squeezing the kid’s tummy.

“StAHAHAP! STOHOHOP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE!” Peter screeched out.

“Why?” Tony asked tickling a certain spot just below his ribs which made Peter’s squirming far more frantic.

“Mr Stark! PLEHEHEASE! Ihhihit tihihickles!” Peter screeched.

Tony started laughing along with the teen, his laugh was adorably contagious.

Tony’s hand then travled down Peter’s side and squeezed his hips and flank causing Peter to throw his head back as he laughed along with the occasional snort here and there making Tony laugh even more and make Peter blush darker.

“Man, you sure are thin kid, you eating enough?” Tony teased rubbing his fin hers up and down his ribs like a piano.

“I’hI’m eheheheating FIHIHINE! Gehehet ohohoff mehehe!” Peter screeched managing to escape Tony’s grip but Tony pushed Peter down onto the couch

Tony grabbed the young hero’s wrists and held them in one of his own. Peter’s face grew redder as he giggled and squirmed before Tony even touched him.

“You find this funny huh?” Tony asked poking the teen’s side repeatedly.

“N-No!” Peter quickly replied his cheeks getting even more red.

“Then why are you laughing? I’m not even touching you.” Tony asked smirking wiggling his fingers just above the teen’s underarm.

“I’m nohot!” Peter giggled.

Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Why are you laughing Peter?” Tony asked.

“IhI’m nohot!” Peter yelped.

“You aren’t?...” Tony smirked. Poking Peter’s underarm

“Cuhut it ohout!” Peter giggles trying to pull his hands free.

“You know what? I don’t think I will! This is far too intriguing!” Tony said smirking down at him evilly.

“Mr Stahark! Dohon’t lohook at me lihike thahat!” Peter screeched turning his head away.

“Why?” Tony asked just barely wiggling his fingers on the kid’s underarm.

“Eeeee!Heehehe! Ihihit mahahakes ihit wohorse!” Peter squeaked out.

“It does huh?” Tony asked finally drilling his thumbs into the poor kid’s underarms.

“Peter full on screamed before falling into a squeaky laughing fit.

“NOHOHOHO! THIHIHS IHIHIS THEHEHE WOHOHORST AHAHAHAHA!” Peter cackled tossing his head back and forth.

“Come on Pete, it can’t be that bad...” Tony teased.

“IHIHIHIT SUHUHUCKS!!!” Peer screamed rolling on his side. Obly to have tony drill his fingers into his ribs again.

“NOHOHOHO!” The teen exclaimed putting his arms out in defence.

“You just made a huge mistake kid!” Tony said and shoved his hands under Pete’s arms again making him fall back into silent laughter.

Once Tony tickled Pete for a few mor seconds he decided to let up. He didn’t want the kid to die.

“I- I hahate yohou!” Peter giggled curling into a ball on the couch.

“No you don’t. Now come on, lets get your project done.” Tony said ruffling the kid’s hair as he stood from the couch.

Fin~

[wonderland-in-bloom]

if only

[malleus draconia x reader]

@geodraconia asked: Hey there ! Love your writing ~❤ Can you write a piece for Malleus and a s/o who dies protecting him? They both loved each other but never confessed it and were always struggling.

good angsty fics for a good rainy day. also i wrote the whole fic on paper cuz i didn’t feel like typing it out on my laptop. it just gives me different vibes lolol~

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THE grueling memories ate at him. it clawed at him. it hurt him, demanding to be felt. he would spend the cold, lonely nights leaned against the fence of the ramshackle dorm. the place where he and the love of his life first met. he reminisced on the bitter yet sweet memories of him and his love. why did he even go back to that broken down dorm even when he knew it was no longer abandoned? why did he even go back every night to meet the human who would soon steal his heart? why did he even help them when they were in need? why did he even fall in love..? his love’s soothing voice still rung in his ears. “malleus...” how his name would gracefully escape their lips and be heard as a blissful melody to his hears.

you were his world. and he was yours. he would give anything and everything he had to be able to have you be beside him once more. after all, he never got to say the three words to come out of his mouth. those three word beings a declaration of admiration and affection, “i love you”. tonight however, was different. tonight had been a night of dread. a night where he got reminded who’s fault it truly was that you were now gone. 

“malleus please listen to me! it’s all too suspicious! do you not see?” you pleaded him to stay. malleus had received a letter from an anonymous sender. the letter consisted of an invitation for him to meet this anonymous sender at 5 pm in an unknown location to malleus.  “(y/n), please. there’s a possibility it might be something important.” he replied. you didn’t agree with decision. you knew he practically had a target painted on his back. you knew the many enemies he had as it came with his infamous title. “it’s worrying! the letter told you not to take lilia, silver, or sebek with you! please! how does this not sound suspicious at all to you?!” you grabbed his hand, trying to pull him back and hopefully just make him listen to more of your words. he thrashed his hand and pulled it away from you.

“(y/n) why do you even bother?” although he didn’t raise his voice, you were able to tell from his tone that it was cold and menacing even. because i care about you, those words almost slipped out. “well...it’s because...” you really couldn’t answer. you really didn’t know what to answer. “if you don’t even have an answer then why should you bother?” malleus hissed as he left the room. tears pricked the corner of your eyes. your suspicions still stood and you took it upon yourself to run as fast as your feet could take you and chase after malleus. malleus stood there in an unfamiliar are which was a clearing surrounded by trees and a dark forest. he examined his surroundings while waiting for the anonymous sender to show up.

“draconia.” a hooded figure stepped out from the shadows and presented himself in front of malleus. he recognized him. of course he did. he would recognize that face anywhere. it was his fated enemy, a student from royal sword academy. “i want nothing to do with you.” he started to turn away before the figure cleared their throat. “this rivalry has to end.” malleus stopped in his tracks. “excuse me?” his rival stepped forward towards malleus. “this has gone on for far too long!” you popped your head out from the trees to be able to witness the scene unravel in front of your very eyes. “i propose peace. i want this rivalry to end. what good has this rivalry brought onto us? it has brought both our sides nothing but disaster. i want that to stop today. please. i don’t want to see anyone suffer.” 

the first thing that came up in malleus’s mind was you. he could imagine the smile on your face when he’d tell you how the rivalry had stopped. how happy you would be. now he felt guilty for treating you the way he did earlier. “so, what do you say? allies?” malleus hesitated. no matter how much he hated him, he wanted to do this for you. his precious (y/n). oh how you’ve made his heart gone soft. he turned around to gaze into his rival’s eyes. you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. finally, the day arrived the stupid rivalry between the two of them was about to stop. while lost in your own thoughts, you could hear a click coming from a nearby distance to where you were standing. you were aghast to see the sight of many students from royal sword academy wielding crossbows with a red liquid coating the sharp edge of the arrow. you learnt well enough from professor crewel’s alchemy class, that the red liquid was one of the deadliest poisons which was able to kill anything, no matter how strong they were. an agonizing, painful death. 

your breath hitched as your body was filled with the rush of adrenaline. you realized that the signal was going to be when malleus and his rival would shake hands..! malleus had already extended his hand to shake hands. you took off running in their direction as fast as you can. however it was too late. the arrows were released and you didn’t have enough time to warn him. “malleus..!” you stepped behind him, shielding him from the incoming arrows. your back faced the tree-line as you slowly started to feel a sharp, hot, piercing sensation on your back. he failed to comprehend what was going on as when he turned around, your back was covered with arrows, piercing through your skin and coated you in a layer of dark red. “(y/n)!” he caught you in his arms. blood trickled from your mouth but alas you kept a smile. “b-before...i do ha..have an answer....for you.” it was hard for you to breathe, let alone talk. 

“i bo...bother...because...i...i care...about you, m..malleus!” it pained him to hear your words as you struggled to engulf large amounts of air as you could. it pained him to hear your usual sweet, alluring voice become so hoarse and lifeless. it pained him to hear you like this. a lump formed on the back of his throat, suffocating him. “no..no..! (y/n)! stay with me! please...” you felt yourself getting weaker and weaker, slipping away from life’s grasp by the second. “malleus...” with your weak, blood stained hands, you reached out to touch his face, for the last time. “i...i...i lo--” your eyes were struck with lifelessness as your hand grew limp, falling out of malleus’s reach and onto the ground. your final breath left your pale lips. you were gone. physically there but in all other aspects, missing. malleus had just witnessed his whole world crumble. tears streamed down his face. this couldn’t be real! this must be a nightmare! malleus held you close to his chest, sobs erupting from him. 

all those who wielded the crossbows retreated, afraid what would happen to them. malleus growled as his eyes glowed a dangerous green laced with malicious intent. “some alliance..!” green flames erupted and burnt everything around him, getting rid of his rival and al his goons in the process. there was no end to this flame, there was no end to this pain. there was no end to this grief. there was no pain to this guilt. lilia, sebek, and silver arrived moments too late as the three saw his suffering figure which cradled your dead body in his arms. if only he had just listened. if only he didn’t let himself but so full of himself. if only he was able to admit to you and himself that he truly cared about you. it’s all my fault. if i just listened to you, none of this would have happened. (y/n)...i’m so sorry my love. 

you were always ravishing in his eyes. both in life and in death. your body was encased in a glass coffin adorned with an array of flowers. malleus had cast a spell to prevent your body from ever decaying. even in your state, you still had a smile visible on your face. that was the same smile which you had when you parted with your love. malleus stood in front of your coffin placed in the middle of a secret garden he built just for you. in the past, he hoped that one day the two of you would spend time with each other in this secret garden of his, but now the circumstances were different. now one was lost in the depths of death while the other was roaming the living world however not feeling alive. “(y/n) my love...i’m so so so sorry.” he placed a blood red rose on top of your glass coffin. he bent down and kissed the coffin. “i’m so sorry. if only i wasn’t so dense. so stupid. so full of myself.”

“if only i realized sooner....things would’ve been different. if only i was able to tell you how much i love you. if only...”

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ok that was a tad bit angsty ehehehe. all that aside, i miss the comfort of writing in a proper notebook lol. i’ll make the drafts for all these fics in my book first i guess eheh

love, a♕

[skelebonecentral]

Hothouse Rose chapter 6

Gotta get that last Fell boy into shape!

(words under cut) And remember, the pictures for the Lust boys are all six up on my main undertale blog.

Whip stared at his brother.

“AND TELL ME AGAIN WHY YOU’RE IN MY ROOM, GLARING LIKE I MELTED YOUR WHOLE SHOP?”

“cause ya ain’t actin’ like part of the family anymore and I wanna know why.” Spice was leaning back against Whip’s door, blocking all exit. “ever since baby doll came, you’ve been sulkin’ and hidin’ from’em and I don’t appreciate it. I know ya ain’t a coward, so what is it?”

Whip’s skull began to color in anger, standing to his full height, “BECAUSE THAT HUMAN IS NOT GOING TO LAST. I’VE SEEN THE HUMANS AROUND HERE, AND NONE OF THEM WOULD ACCEPT US IF THEY KNEW THE FULL EXTENT OF WHO AND WHAT WE ARE. THEIR URGES ARE TAMPED DOWN WITH IRON RODS AND CLOSED OFF EXCEPT FOR THE MOST TABOO AND PRIVATE MOMENTS. OR IN OPEN DISPLAYS IN THE SEEDY UNDERBELLY OF THEIR WORLD AND THOSE WHO PARTICIPATE OFTEN END UP DEAD.”

“I know that.” Spice was unmoved by this aggressive display. He was not afraid of his baby brother. “I’ve done my research on what gettin’ my shop going up here would entail, an’ it wasn’t pretty. but bro, just cause it’s private for them don’t mean they ain’t capable of openin’ up. just gotta work harder for it.”

Whip’s hands were gripped into fists, and even though he was looking down, Spice noticed his gaze was on the floor next to him, not on himself, “AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF THOSE FRIVOLOUS OTHERS FALLS FOR THEM? OR GETS THE INTEREST FOR A ROMP, HM? WHAT THEN?”

“apparently that already happened today. Boa. Baby doll got embarrassed but they’re still pals.”

Whip flinched hearing that, his glare getting more intense, “SO YOU’RE SAYING THEY AREN’T GOING TO TURN ON US? THAT I’M BEING RIDICULOUS?”

“no, I’m sayin’ you don’t need to try an’ protect yourself so hard.” Spice sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, “bro, you usually aren’t closed off like this with people you don’t trust. You’re good at making them think you like’em so they slip up. why are ya actin’ like a frightened cat? All puffed up and angry?”

Whip’s sockets were filling with red magic, “BECAUSE AT LEAST IF I KEEP THEM AWAY IT WON’T HURT HAVING TO LEAVE.”

“there’s the issue,” Spice walked over to where Whip was shaking in place, quickly putting his arms around him, “ya do like ‘em, then?”

“YES.” The answer was wet and miserable, “THEY’RE EVERYTHING PAPYRUS SAID, AND EVEN WITH SUGAR BEING CAUTIOUS, I CAN’T FIND A REASON NOT TO. SANS…” Whip slowly collapsed to his knees and held Spice tight, “I’ve…I’ve never been so close to someone who actually met my standards. They’re kind, and they care about our alternates, and they’re smart, and funny and beautiful and…Sans, I’m so scared to let myself go because we’re going to lose them.”

Spice rubbed his back gently, “I know, bro. but that’s why we gotta try an’ enjoy it, right? when we’re back in that shithole, we gotta have memories to get us through. Cause what good is it pushin’ away good things just cause they won’t last? Just means you spend more time bein’ sad than ya had ta.”

“I don’t know if my soul can take it, though,” Whip whined, hiding his sockets against Spice’s shoulder. “You know how lonesome it was at home and finding someone like y/n here…it’s not fair. It’s not fair that I found an angel and have to give them up.”

“y’know I understand that, probably better than most,” Spice gave his back a pat, making him let loose so he could sit down, “bro, I get it, but like I said, enjoy it while we can. cause once it’s gone, we ain’t gettin’ another chance.”

Whip sat next to him on the bed and leaned over, head on his shoulder, “You’re right, as usual, brother. I just…I’m used to causing pain, not feeling it. It’s difficult to manage.”

“yeah. but you can do it. I know ya can. cause I’ll be right with ya the whole time.”

After a while, just the slow hum of Whip’s computer and the breeze outside, Whip asked, “What did it feel like when you got to hold them, Sans?”

“real nice,” Spice purred a bit, “their whole body is soft, bro. hair, skin, hands, all pillows. Ehehe, they’d be mad if I said that to’em, though. they’re workin’ with their buddies and pap to get in shape. Spend half an hour outside every afternoon with’em in their leggings and sport top. Nice ta watch.”

Whip nodded, “And do they mind flirtations too much?”

“they’re gettin’ better about it, but you still have ta be careful how far ya go. don’t get all out explicit, but suggestive is fine. They actually shot one back at Sugar yesterday, even if it was kinda weak.”

“Good.” He took a deep breath and sighed as he let it out, “I’m going to try to amend my mistake of avoiding them, but it’ll take some time. Please keep me from making an ass of myself anymore.”

“I’ll try, but I dunno much about donkeys,” Spice quipped, only to get pushed onto the bed as Whip got up in irritation. “ehehehe, sorry, bro, but you walked inta that one.”

“I DID AND I HATE IT.”

--

You were in the kitchen, eating breakfast after waking up late on a rare Friday holiday when Whip walked in. Normally, he’d instantly walk back out looking frustrated, but today he stayed.

It was weird, and you watched as he walked to the fridge, got a bottle of a chocolate protein drink, and sat down near you.

“HUMAN, I….HMGH,” he started, picking at the wrapper on the outside of his drink till he could get the lit loose, “Y/N. I’VE BEEN…COLD TO YOU, TO SAY THE LEAST.”

“Yes.” Where is he going with this?

“I THOUGHT…WELL, I SHOULD EXPLAIN WHY. OR AT LEAST APOLOGIZE FOR IT.” He grimaced while he searched for the words, “I SIMPLY WAS AFRAID OF GETTING HURT WHEN OR IF WE SHOULD EVER PART WAYS. BECAUSE I HONESTLY…I’VE WANTED TO MEET SOMEONE LIKE YOU FOR A VERY LONG TIME AND IT MADE ME FEEL PANICKED. LIKE…FINALLY GETTING TO MEET YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY BUT AS YOU NEAR THE STAGE DOOR YOU BOLT. YOU’RE AFRAID THE REALITY WON’T LIVE UP TO THE DREAM AND IF IT DOES THEN YOU FEAR THE PAIN OF THE MEETING BEING OVER.”

That was not what you expected as his reasoning. Pride, specist thoughts, a general dislike of new people, something like that, but not…this. “I do understand your reference, but I’m still kind of shocked you’re even talking to me at all right now.”

“I UNDERSTAND.” He sighed, taking a long drink from his bottle. “I JUST WANTED TO…WELL, TO TRY AND FIX THINGS. I HAD TO ADMIT WHAT I WAS THINKING TO MY BROTHER AND THAT FINALLY GOT ME THINKING ABOUT…HOW UNFAIR IT WAS TO BE ANGRY WITH YOU FOR BEING YOURSELF. I HAD NO RIGHT, AND IT’S KIND OF STUPID NOW THAT I PUT IT IN WORDS. GOOD GRIEF.”

“How about,” you hold out your hand, smiling, “we start over? Hi, my name is Y/n. I’m Sans and Papyrus’ datemate and I’d like to stay in the house for the foreseeable future.”

He looked at your hand, then his shoulders relaxed and his sharp smile turned soft, “MY NAME IS WHIP, IT’S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU AT LAST.” He shook your hand, “I’D BE HAPPY TO HAVE SOMEONE SO BELOVED BY MY COUSINS STAY WITH US.”

A pool of warmth dropped into your chest at the relief you knew was a mutual experience. You no longer had an enemy in your home, and the comfortable silence as you both enjoyed your respective sustenance was very rewarding.

--

“Sugar, please,” Charm rubbed his sockets, “I’m trying to plan a fun night out for us all, and your pessimism is ruining it.”

“no, I’m seriously worried. Have you not felt the energy change? Somebody’s doing something and it’s none of us.”

“I felt it and I know exactly what happened, but I’m not telling you because it’s none of your business.” Charm kept clicking from one page to another, looking at options.

“what?”

“You heard me. You do realize there is a loving trio in this house, yes? That it’s not just us and the others from similar universes?” Charm swiveled his chair and looked fully at his brother, “Sans, sometimes your anxiety makes you act like a prick.”

Sugar winced, deflating. “oh. yeah. guess I overstepped again.”

“Yes, you did.” Charm pushed his chair over and poked Sugar in the chest, “but I will remind you again. I love you. I want what is best for everyone here. And I am not some babybones who is naïve about the complexities of relationships. It’s just things are tilted differently here, and yes, that was hard to get used to, but it can be done. And besides,” He smiled, “We’re all going out for Halloween. I need to make sure we go somewhere fun since it’s Y/n’s favorite holiday and Papyrus’ birthday.”

Sugar sighed, “okay. okay, maybe you’re right. and sansy’s been trying to get me to lighten up too, so…” He sat on the floor before laying out like a star, “if sweet-pea can trust them enough to cuddle again, I guess I can try to, too.”

“Bully for you!” Charm smiled, going back to his computer. “And Sweet-pea will be here at the house with our candy bowl, so he will get a costume as well.”

“he’s actually going to greet the trick or treaters?”

“Yes! He’s been doing very well since he started opening up more.” Charm double clicked something and absently scanned the text that popped up, “He’s started sitting on the deck with us while we do our yoga and Sansy is seeing if he can set up video chat conferences with a therapist for him. Apparently, humans get this kind of anxiety too. It’s called agoraphobia.”

Sugar nodded, kind of surprised. Sweet-pea was going outside? Willingly? That was definitely a good thing, no arguing that, and…well, he was getting tired of being jumpy about the human all the time, if he was being honest.

--

You were a little shy about it, but Boa and Sweet-pea were both bustling around you in Sweet-pea’s room. They were re-taking your measurements to make sure they were accurate for your costume. You hadn’t had a good idea for a costume, but Papyrus had proposed it being a surprise that they chose for you. Sweet-pea had volunteered to make the design, and you’d been excited to see what he’d do. So far, he’d made you a nightgown that made you feel very ethereal any time you wore it, but he’d been too busy with commissions and orders to do anything else till now.

“I take a break every October,” he told you, sketching away, “it lets me have down time to recover and do whatever things I’d like otherwise.”

Boa was very fast with the measuring tape, barely touching it to your body as you stood in a shirt and shorts.

You felt the goosebumps going over your scalp as they worked, just like at the doctor’s office, and felt that strange far away feeling that went with them.

“Pumpkin,” Boa spoke, standing with his tape, “have you ever been fitted properly for your foundations?” He seemed puzzled as he looked you over. “I just want to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be. Bad support can cause back pain, you know.”

You hadn’t known. “No, I haven’t. What would you have to do?”

Sweet-pea looked up, “just measure around your chest do some more close measurements of your pelvis area. It doesn’t take long. Last time he fitted someone it only took him two and a half minutes. But…uh… you will have to undress. Dunno if you’re up to that or not.”

Boa blushed, but nodded, looking away. “It’s up to you. You’re going to look ravishing either way, but it’s just been bugging me since we went shopping that first day. You deserve to be comfortable…”

It took a moment, as you thought it out. Two and a half minutes, hm? And you trusted them both, at least as much as you trusted the classmates you’d changed in the bathrooms with at choir competitions in high school. Quite a bit more, now that you’re thinking about it, “I think we can do it. It would be nice to know for my next shopping trip.”

Both of them perked up, and you steeled yourself as you undressed down to nothing. Boa’s eye lights shone bright and wide, and you saw the glow start at his throat, but he shook his head and smiled, “I’ll be quick. Thank you for letting me help you!”

True to his word, Boa went fast, around your chest, from your collar to your nipple, and around the area under your breasts. “That’s that, thirty-four triple d, Sweet-pea.”

“thought so.” The younger brother wrote it down somewhere on his sketch pad, but he was still going, “I know someone who would kill for that size for her bleach cosplays.”

You tilted your head and he smiled, “Somebody I know at home. She’s almost as bad as Alphys about anime, but likes JUMP stuff more.”

“Ah, okay.” You were focusing on anything other than Boa being between your legs with his tape, going quickly over your thighs, around your butt, and gently pressing the end of the tape to your core and going up a ways before snapping back and listing off his findings. “Well, that was fast.”

“three minutes. A little slower, but we’ve never measured a human before.”

Boa nodded and handed you your things, “We have everything we need to make you the best costume and find the best things on our shopping trips now.” There was blush on his cheekbones, and his smile was very soft, making your own cheeks heat more.

“Thank you for being fast with it. I’m not exactly used to being naked in front of other people.” You hurry to get your clothes back on, even as you hear something in an almost electronic voice. “Huh?”

Boa blushed, “Um, sorry. I slipped into Wingdings for a moment. I ah…I was saying we were lucky to get a glimpse at such a rare treasure as your body.”

Sweet-pea snorted and giggled, “that’s what he said literally, but wingdings is a monster language, so you don’t get any of the cute undertones and intents that went with it in English. you do look nice, though.”

“You boys are going to be the death of me. I’m going to die of flattery,” You had scrunched up your face from how hot it got, and huffed as you pulled your shirt back on, “and then Papy and Sans will be widowers.”

“You’d have to marry them for that,” Boa smirked a bit.

“smartaleck” you stuck your tongue out at him and walked to the door, “You’re both lucky I love you.”

“we love you, too, y/n.” Sweet-pea poked Boa, who just waved at you.

You shake your head and leave.

As soon as the door shut, Boa’s whole skull exploded in color and he jerked his scarf off as the jewel below burst into brilliant light. “Oh my stars, I’m going to keel over! Humans smell so different and it’s GOOD and they’re so amazing already and then just! Naked right in front of me! ack!”

Sweet-pea chuckled, blushing a bit, “they were lovely. And those hips….gosh, I know kids aren’t the end all be all up here but they look like they could carry so well…”

“I know!” Boa groaned, rubbing the heels of his hands into his closed sockets, “How does Papyrus just have them as his datemate and not keep them in the bedroom all day?”

“He’s just not turned like us, bro,” Sweet-pea sighed, “but I’m glad they’re at least happy with each other. You could smell him on them as soon as the layers came off.”

Boa finally seemed to calm down as the glow in his gem dimmed, “That was reassuring. Now we’re sure they’re not hurting themselves with repression or anything.”

“pretty sure it’s only us that need that regular release for health,” Sweet-pea mumbled. “humans don’t get heats, much less be in one all the time.”

“That still is amazing to me. And there’s so many of them even so! But then again, they are mammals that care for their young a long time. it’s only natural most of their offspring live.”

Sweet-pea laughed, “you should never have dropped out of zoology, bro. you’d have been a great professor.”

“I’ll be a better guardsman slash radio host!” Boa shot back, getting up. “Now, as soon as you have the design ready, bring it to me. We’re going to make the others drop their jaws to the floor.”

“and all in a human-friendly fashion. Gonna be fun,” Sweet-pea waved his brother off, and got down to work. He was going to make the rest of the world see exactly what Y/n was to their household.

--

Whip was uncomfortable. Not because he didn’t participate in the pillow cuddling normally, because he had before the human had come. No, it was because said human had chosen to sit beside him in the pile. He was still jumpy around them, even if he knew they were on much better terms after his apology.

It didn’t help that Spice was on their other side and snoring so loud he could hardly hear.

“MAY I PLEASE WAKE HIM UP TO STOP THAT RACKET?”

“No, Whip, don’t wake him. He’s actually not trying to fluster me when he’s sleeping,” says the human, looking fondly at Spice. Well, they did have a point. “Here, let me try shifting him a bit.”

Interested, he watched as you gently shifted Spice’s head back, and his brother’s raucous snores quieted to gentle, soft vibrations.

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

“Snoring in humans is caused by some weird blockages in the throat. I figured, if he’s snoring because of his ecto always being on, maybe doing what helps a human would help him.” You continue to intrigue him in the most unexpected ways.

--

Boa had been almost giddy in his sexy nurse costume when he handed you a bundle on Halloween at noon, “Here, Pumpkin, it’s your costume. Go put it on, hurry!”

Sweet-pea was behind him, a very normal looking scarecrow costume decorating his form, beaming in pride, “if you need help, just holler.”

Curious, you went to back into your room (you’d been leaving it to ask about just this) and opened the bundle. A beautiful Grecian dress, creamy white with golden clasps, lay in a cloud of feathers with a set of very soft, cottony underwear. The ease with which those went on surprised you, and the lifting of the weight of your chest from your back made your eyes widen. “Oh.” Boa had been incredibly accurate in that the wrong underthings could make you hurt.

The dress slipped on, as did a pair of delicate sheer white hose, and some golden sandals. The feathers, you realize, are wings that loop onto the clasps on your shoulders and attach to the golden rope around your waist. You actually get them on yourself, and when you pick up the little harp and halo that were hidden underneath, you grin. “An angel, huh?”

Everything fit like a glove, comfortable but flattering as you exited and came down the stairs. Charm saw you first and gasped, “Oh! Sweetheart, that’s gorgeous, but here, come with me.” He had that sneaky look when he was going to try and goad you or Sans and Papyrus into doing something romantic, but instead of taking you to them, he took you to a room under the stairs that you’d never bothered to investigate. It was like a dressing room in a theater, with lights and make up and wigs of all kinds.

“Welcome to my studio! On of the things I learned from my bestie underground is that half of an outfit is made by your make-up. Let me take you from a ten to an eleven.” He sat you down and gently removed the golden circlet of your halo, setting it down on the vanity. “Now, monster make-up is a lot different than human in that it doesn’t take five hours to do! So, I’m going to turn you around, and in thirty minutes you’ll be the belle of the Halloween ball.”

You only had a brief glimpse of your reflection (thankfully) before the chair was turned and Charm got to work. Smooth, cool creams were dabbed onto your face by his clearly practiced hands, having taken of his gloves to do this. It was kind of hard to keep from laughing, as he’d already made himself up and was wearing a rainbow afro and a red nose on top of his pure white face, blue eye circles, and big red mouth decorations. He was a very colorful clown, and the first clown you’d ever been happy to see.

Charm had his tongue stuck out while he worked, and you just couldn’t help yourself. You reached up and poked it with your finger. “Boop.”

He squinted his sockets and made a short noise that sounded like laughter, then gently told you off, “Don’t boop the beautician, sweet thing. It’s not polite.”

“But you’re my bestie first,” you point out, and his smile grows.

“I know.” He brushes his teeth against your forehead gently, “Now let me work my magic, quite literally.”

You giggle quietly, and he hums, using a puff to place powder over the creams.

He then goes around you and gently begins coming through your hair, adding some things to it as well, “When this is done, sweetie, it’s going to just be you with some polish. You’re always this lovely to us, it’ll just be enough magic to let others and you see what we see every day.”

“Are you sure?” Yes, you’d been pleased with the little bit of change you’d seen in your clothes since starting your daily yoga, but you still felt…gross.

“Oh, I’d put my soul on it.” He squeezed your shoulder gently before returning to his work on your hair, “Papyrus and Sans think you hung the moon, Y/n. And I’d put money on Boa thinking the same. Sweet-pea trusts you more than he’s trusted anyone outside the family, ever. Whip even let his pride go and started to get to know you. That means something.”

“And you and Sugar? Spice?”

“Oh Y/n, I can’t even put into words what you mean to me.” His voice was so soft and full of love, you couldn’t even imagine what his expression was, “and my brother is slowly letting go of his fears. He’ll understand your magnificence when he does. “ A snort of wry laughter, “And Spice would have you be his own private teddy bear if it was up to him.”

You giggle thinking about that. Since he’d gotten over your mutual miscommunication, Spice had been the ultimate cuddlebug when he felt he could be. Which was most of the time. Not that you minded, he was warm, and the thick ecto he always wore was soft and comfy. Plus, you liked his voice. It was different than the others, like Whip’s in that it was gravelly, but smoother underneath, carrying a sweetness you liked.

“Let me paint your nails, and then we’ll be done.” Charm squatted in front of you and took a bottle of what looked like clear nail polish out. He thought for a moment, then nodded, a zap of pink magic infusing the bottle and turning the polish inside gold. “That should be the right color. A touch of Midas, hm?” He beamed at his reference, and you nodded.

You used the time to talk about a movie you saw once, of people trying to gain an item related to King Midas, and Charm suggested you find it online and the family could watch it next weekend. After all, after your group returned from the Halloween carnival, you all would be watching Halloween themed cartoons and family movies (because Papyrus, Sweet-pea, and Boa preferred not to watch horror films) while eating whatever candy remained after the trick-or-treaters.

Looking at your fingernails, not only were they shimmering as if they were covered in liquid gold, but they were perfectly shaped and the cuticles that were normally rough were smoothed down. “Wow! How did you do that with just polish?”

“It’s the magic in the polish.” Charm finished your toes and returned the brush to the bottle, “The polish is just there to change color according to my intent. I needed it gold, and I wanted your nails to be healthy and beautiful, so the magic did the rest. Even after we take the polish off, you’ll still keep the healthy nails underneath. Also, it’s instant dry, too.”

He looked you over one last time and nodded, “Alright, are you ready?”

When you said yes, he placed the halo back on your head and turned you around. You almost burst into tears right there. Your hair was laying around your face in elegant waves, framing it perfectly and without frizz for the first time in your life. And your face, it was exactly what Charm had said. It was you, but your skin was evenly colored instead of blotchy, the texture was smooth and uniform, every pore was clean and tiny. Your eyelashes and brows were present instead of faded out like they usually were, and all signs of the flaky dermatitis that had plagued you since your teenage years was gone from them.

“I’m…..Charm, you did…” you just looked over at him, the water dripping out of your eyes without you even blinking to free it. “It’s wonderful.”

“Just a little MTT Beauty Butter and the intent to clean and heal. The rest is all how your body naturally wants to be. It loves you, just as we do, and wants you to be happy and healthy. It just needed a little boost, now and again, is all.” He helps you to your feet, taking a nearby box of tissues and using them to gently dry your tears. “Now you can see yourself as the angel we know you are.”

You just hug him, far beyond words.

He strokes your head gently, waiting for you to recover before saying, “Now, we should get to the living room to meet up with the others and head for the carnival.”

You felt like you were walking on air as he led you out of the make up room and down the hall to the living room.

The banter had started already, “SANS, WHY DO YOU INSIST ON LAZINESS? IT’S OUR FIRST HALLOWEEN WITH Y/N IN THE HOUSE AND YOU JUST….THAT?!”

Entering, you saw Papyrus dressed as Superman, cape and spandex in red, blue, and yellow, and Sans was wearing a black, cat-ear headband taped to his skull, with black whiskers drawn on his cheekbones sloppily, all with his normal clothes.

Sugar, as a sexy witch, is standing with his broom in a corner, laughing behind his hand next to pirate-captain Spice, long coat sweeping his brown boots and black hat sporting a big maroon feather. Whip was dressed as a classic Devil, though he’d exchanged the red onesie for a bright red business suit. Boa and Sweet-pea were on the couch, chatting.

Charm cleared his throat and that got everyone’s attention, and you were feeling quite small as they all looked at you.

Whip’s eye lights went out, and you noticed a bright glow in the left leg of his pants. Oh no…oh no you’d made him uncomfortable. “I-I didn’t pick this out but…I’m sorry.”

Spice came over, taking your hands in his (where did he find all those rings?), “don’t apologize, baby doll. You’re beautiful. Sweet-pea an’ Boa done good. you too, charm, cause I know baby doll don’t do make-up like that.”

“Bu-but-“

“no buts,” Sans shortcutted next to you and beamed, “you look perfect. We’re going to be the envy of everybody. Though, as an angel, you probably don’t like that, do you?” He winked and you smiled. You couldn’t help yourself if Sans was making jokes.

Papyrus strode over and knelt in front of you, making everyone step aside for him, “AS A SUPERHERO, I WILL WORK VERY HARD TO DO GOOD, SO THAT I MAY GET VISITS FROM THIS UNEARTHLY VISION OF LOVELINESS AGAIN!” He was sparkling -literally-, cheeks flushed orange, as he looked up at you.

“Papyrus, you can see me anytime.”

“I KNOW, BUT YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE A MESSENGER FROM HEAVEN RIGHT NOW! THE PICTURE OF THE DELTARUNE’S PREDICTED SAVIOR!” He frowned and got up, “THOUGH, THAT ACTUALLY TURNED OUT TO BE FRISK, SO YOU’RE THEIR COUSIN. BUT STILL!”

Sugar flounced over in the short skirt and tights that were wrapped around his bones, “ooh, our little y/n has graduated from pretty to gorgeous.”

Charm rolled his eye lights, but Boa and Sweet-pea rushed over before he could fire back at his brother.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s absolutely perfect. I was worried about the top of the dress but it’s laying fabulously,” Boa cooed, proud of his work.

“you look just like I thought you would,” Sweet-pea gave a small laugh, “though, turns out real life is better than imagination in this case. Thanks, charm, for finishing off the look.”

“Oh it was my pleasure, believe me,” Charm actually honked his nose, revealing it to be a prop horn, “I might be a clown tonight, but I am a chivalrous guard first and helping our dear Y/n shine their brightest is the least I could do.”

You were blushing so hard, but Papyrus gently scooped you out of the crowd, “NOW LET’S GET GOING TO THE CARNIVAL. I WANT EVERYONE TO ADMIRE OUR ANGEL BEFORE THEY GET TOO FLUSTERED AND MUSS THEIR MAKE-UP!”

There was a murmur of agreement, and as you left the house, you waved goodbye to Sweet-pea, who was beaming as he closed the door.

[harleenfleck]

“Don’t forget me” (Part. 2)

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader fic

Summary: you’re one of the few female clowns who working in Ha-ha’s, you felted attracted by Arthur, but you never had the courage to confess your feelings to him. The things get complicated when he gets fired of the job and you knew nothing about him until the death of his mother. Being convinced by Randall and Gary, you three going to visit Arthur.

Warnings: Description of violence, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and a little bit of sexual themes cause why not ehehehe but not smut (Not yet)

Words: 6.2k

Part one here <3

A/N: There is, there is! The second part of this story, in the end I think it was good idea of Tumblr part to divide this story into 3 parts, although originally the third part was not going to exist and this part was going to be the last. But my heart said “NO, DON’T DO IT” And weeeeeeell, I just followed what my heart says. But I have a little fight with tumblr right now, first, they don’t leave me post this fic with a beauty gif I make it of Artie :( and second, Tumblr said the file it’s heavy. AAAAA a big frustation, I hope this upload well :C. I’m sorry if I make some grammatical, spelling or writing mistakes, English is not my native language. Enjoy this second part! :3 I hope you like it!

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The days after Arthur was fired from Ha-ha's they were so long for you. You didn't know what he was doing, if he'd be okay, he'd be looking for a job, he’d enough money for him and his mother for eat. You knew absolutely nothing about Arthur.

You wanted to call him back, and you did it a couple of times, hoping he'd be calmer about his recent situation.

Nothing.

You waited for seconds and you'd get to the answering machine. You left one or two messages. Then you scolded yourself, maybe he just wanted space, and maybe you were being too invasive. You didn't mean to disturb him. You decided to respect his decision that he'll call you.

Even if it looked like that call was never going to come.

Many nights you slept late, you questioned if you'd done anything wrong in the past with him. You searched through your memories shared with him, even in the happiest memories of the two of you together. Your eyes were getting tired of crying so much, you would sometimes wake up with your eyes swollen and with dark circles too, so much that you were looking for some home remedy and non-clown make-up to hide the traces of your sorrow. You had to sleep well, but you just couldn't.

You couldn't with the fact that Arthur had taken you out of his life without explanation.

You couldn't even with the fact that maybe Arthur had already forgotten you.

Night Mime missed Carnival too. When you dress up, you wore the makeup that Arthur had created especially for you. Of course, rarely did the people of Gotham call work for events, different protests where everyone wore clown masks started in the city, and those protests overshadowed the clown agency.

Sometimes the police would come to work to ask a couple of questions, and every time they asked, Randall looked more and more nervous. Maybe he was the killer clown everyone was talking about, and if he was, you hope he was imprisoned soon.

One day, you got to work, there was a few of staff, and you didn't really care.

Just him was in your mind.

When you took your card for the time clock, you observed Arthur's was still there. It was like he was a ghost, stalking you and your feelings. What could you do now with all those feelings?

“Hello Y/N” You crouched your gaze to meet Gary's, smiled at him.

"Hi Gary, how about today?"

“Well, try to surviving, as you know, it’s a hard time for clowns”

Gary climbed the small staircase installed especially for him. He took his letter and also, he realized the same thing as you.

"Speaking of difficult times for clowns, how is Arthur? He did get a new gig?”

You didn't know what to answer, but your disappointing face must have led you away. Gary feared he had asked something he shouldn't have asked “Oh Y/N, Arthur is fine?

“Well, I don’t know how to say this…” You said it in a very low voice, as if you were going to tell him a little secret. “I don’t know nothing of Arthur…”

“What?”

You bit your lower lip, trying to stand the urge to cry, and even smiled at Gary, trying to look like you were okay.

Of course, you talked about it, but after work. The two were sitting on a park bench outside a Park in Gotham.

"…He said he was going to call me back, but he sounded very irritated, he seemed to sound annoyed with me. I know he said he would, but it had happened a few days, I just wanted to know if he was okay. I called him a few times, but always answered the answering machine. I left him some messages, but I never got one back... I haven't heard from him for more than... three weeks, or four?... I don't know anything..."

You had a little while talking, but you had said a lot to Gary, as he was a good counselor. It was good to have someone to share your concerns, Gary was a good friend of yours after all.

"Y/N, calm down. As you mentioned to me, Arthur went through many things: An unjustified dismissal, an accuse of something that was surely not to blame. Hoyt mentioned that Arthur said the gun was a prop, maybe he was right, but you know Hoyt had a long time wanting to get Arthur out of Ha-ha's, he had the perfect pretext to do it."

"That’s unfair for Arthur"

“It is, but I told you, calm Y/N, maybe Arthur had never drive with a lot of stress, maybe he needed to drop all that against something or someone and unfortunately that someone was you. Maybe he hasn't called you or answered the messages because he's embarrassed to treat you badly.”

Gary's words sounded so logical, full of sense. He could be right; it could be that what he said was true. But if only he'd been in your shoes, if he'd listened that tone of Arthur's voice and the way he addressed you. Your eyes became wet just remembering it. You were just moving your head along with your hair, in a try to strike your feelings and make them faint for a while.

"I'm afraid he forgot me..."

"No Y/N, don’t be so dramatical, just don't worry Y/N" Gary addressed you kindly again "If I hear anything about Arthur, I'll tell you. But I'm sure if I hear anything about him, it'll be by your side, because he'll talk to you again, trust me”

Gary's words gave you a little encouragement, maybe he was right, you expected Gary's words to come true.

"Thank you, Gary, thank you so much for listening to me"

Rarely did you talk to someone about your concerns, that someone usually occupied you by your best friend. However, you didn't tell Gary all your concerns, you didn't tell him how you really felt about Arthur, because you didn't know what to do with those feelings, which seemed to get heavier with each day.

You didn't know if one day that’d become so heavy you couldn't carry again.

…

Sadly, Gary found something about Arthur, not from you. And it wasn't a good thing.

You got to Ha-ha's again, you took your card for the time clock again, you noticed that Hoyt had already disposed of Arthur's card.

I should have taken it when I had the chance.

You thought, your lips curved to the opposite of a smile, feeling sick of sadness.

"Hey Y/N" You heard Gary's voice, and you mind remembered you that conversation in the park "Could you come for a second please?" You looked at him, he was at the table, along with Randall.

Fucking idiot, if it wasn't for him, Arthur would still be working. You approached both of them kindly and sat down in one of the chairs.

You saw they both had a serious face, even Randall had it too.

“It’s everything okay Gary?”

“We heard something sad Y/N, it’s about Arthur”

You trembled when you heard that name. You didn't know anything about Arthur in weeks, and you be concerned more when they told you it was sad.

“Arthur it’s okay? Please tell me Gary, He’s fine?”

“I don’t know Y/N, I don’t know if he is fine or not. His mother is dead”

“Oh my god! ...”

A huge hole in your stomach you felted at the same time you carried your hands to your mouth and your eyes were tearing. You couldn't believe it.

Arthur was going through too much things, too much shit in his life, or at least you knew that before he was fired. If he was having a hard time, how would he be handling with something like that? Arthur should be so depressed at that moment. His mother, his only family, had died. Arthur was alone, alone in the world.

You didn't want Arthur to be alone.

There was silence between the three of us, until...

"Yeah, and we thought about, you know, going to his house to cheer him up a little bit, I bought a bottle of liquor, I hope that makes him happy"

…Randall opened his mouth again, and it was enough for you.

"Do you really plan going to visit him, Randall? After for your fault he was fired?!”

"Hey, it's no time for another of your silly lawsuits Y/N, we don’t-"

"Shut the fuck up! You're so cynical and really fuck up! You're a big son of a bitch, that's what you fucking are!”

You were so angry, you told him that out loud that other workers turned confused. You were breathing hard, trying to keep your composure.

"Y/N, calm down Y/N please! try to think this is about Arthur!" Gary said that and it was true, it wasn't time for more fights with Randall, you had to conduct yourself, only for Arthur “We want you to go with us Y/N. Arthur appreciates you very much, and maybe it would mean a lot to him if you went. What do you say?"

You looked at Randall in a raging way, you really hoped he'd behave that day, or you could swear you'd kill him, no matter what.  

"Ok Gary, I'm coming with you…”

…

The next day, you waited for Gary and Randall at the subway stop. Your stomach was shaking a lot. You'd finally see Arthur after all this time! But not for the best reasons.

A subway passed in front you, you looked through the reflections of the windows your clothes, a blouse, skirt, socks and black shoes.

The color of mourning.

Would he be really fine? Would he cope well with his mother's death? You had so much to ask Arthur, you wanted to comfort him, to tell him that he was never going to be alone, that you'd always be with him.

“Well, I’m here” You looked back and it was Randall "We're going?"

"Where's Gary?"

"Gary called me on the phone, woke up sick to his stomach, he sends greetings and condolences to Arthur for his part"

Oh, no. You'd be alone with Randall for a long while. Damn, it was going to be worse than torture. Both entered the subway and went to Arthur's house.

In all this time, a huge concern began to nest in your mind, and if it was a Randall's trap? If he'd take advantage of the situation and get revenge at you? You hadn't thought of it that way. Randall was a cruel man, he had disrespected you so many times, and you had returned to him every one of the insults he had dedicated to you.

You are so scared in the subway, in the street when you two were walking, you trying to walk on the side of the sidewalk where the cars were, away from the alleys, planned thousands of escapes in your head, how you were going to shout "Fire!" instead of "Help!" in case Randall attacked you, only then would people go to help you.

Hopping nothing bad happened.

You went to the Arthur’s building; you wanted to use the stairs but Randall insisted with the elevator. You prayed that Randall didn't punch you in the elevator, you got scared when he stopped suddenly, you almost cried. Fortunately, the elevator continued to the eighth floor.

Finally arrived at Arthur's apartment, at that moment, you gave yourself the luxury of breathing and reassuring you. Randall don’t punch you, and finally, you would see Arthur.

Randall rang the bell twice, you heard a "Coming!" that altered your heart, and then, he opened the door.

Arthur was there. Shirtless, with wet and green hair? his face painted of white and cigarette in his hand.

You were delighted with him. You finally saw Arthur, your Arthur, your best friend, the boy who you love, after all this time.

Randall don’t say nothing, so, you decide to talk.

“Hello Arthur, how are you?”

“Hi guys” Arthur greeting you two with joy “Come on in”.

You entered in his apartment first, with a silly smile in your face.

“Did you get a new job Arthur? I’m wonder it for the paint in your face”

“Nah” He smoked again with that indifferent voice, you felted the rejection again, but you’re really good cover your emotions.

“Oh, you must be going down to that rally at City Hall, I hear it’s gonna be nuts” Randall said that so quickly, so robotic, and little ashamed.  Like he tried to like Arthur after the shit he was with him.

“Oh, is that today?”

This left Randall confused, which was not explained because Arthur had his face painted. You didn't really care, you just cared if Arthur was okay.

“Yeah… What’s with the makeup then?”

Arthur rested on the wall and put one of his hand on his pants. He was always ashamed to show himself shirtless in front of everyone, especially in front of you, but not this time. And this time, you didn't to avoid seeing his body, how thin he was, his arms, his chest, his collarbones.

And for the first time you had thoughts about Arthur beyond all the love you had of him, something you hadn't thought of him before. You love him, yes, but you hadn't imagined that way of loving him before. Suddenly, you wanted Randall to go to hell in that instant, get closer to Arthur, run your fingers through his thin skin, your hands over his chest, and kiss him deeply.

You blushed at the thought of it, of wanting to have Arthur that way, that he’ll love you that way. You looked at the couch, that couch looked good enough to made love to Arthur for the first time.

“My mom is died, I’m celebrating”

You blinked; how could you think of something like that at a time like that? Arthur was in mourning; you were so ashamed instantly.

Although it struck you that Arthur used the word "Celebrating".

“Right, we heard, that’s why we came by, we figured, you know, you could use some cheering up” Randall shook the bottle of liquor in front of Arthur, animated.

"Gary was going to come with us, actually he made me the invitation, but he got sick and couldn't come" You made the comment to Arthur, as if you had to explain to him why are you accompany Randall, hoping he understood.

“Aw, that’s sweet, but no, I feel good”

Arthur feels good? Feels good despite his mother's death?

And if Arthur feel good, that’s mean he’s not sad, that’s mean he don’t need somebody for help him, that’s mean he don’t need you?

“Yeah, I stopped taking my medication, I feel a lot better now”

That’s made you confused. He stopped to take his medication? But he had seven different medication, he had a lot of problems and conditions, why he stopped to take it? Miraculously all his illnesses were cured? That couldn't be possible.

“What? Your medication? You don’t use more medication Arthur?” You asked him in that tone of voice of concern that he knew, but his look at you was not at all kind.

“No…” He answered you so cutting. Why he treated you like that?

Embarrassed again, you took a few steps back. Maybe it was a bad idea to accompany Randall and Gary, even he’s not with you. Maybe he was upset that you were there without him asking you.

“Oh, okay, good for you”

Randall congratulated him, if that could be called a "congratulation". Suddenly, Randall changed the subject of the conversation, and you discovered the real reason what Randall wanted to go with Arthur from the beginning.

Randall didn't want to offer his condolences to Arthur for his mother's death, he had other intentions.

“So, hey, listen, I don’t know if your heard, but the cops have been coming around the shop, talking to all the guys…” While Randall pathetically exposed his request, Arthur began to draw a happy face with his cigarette in the wall.

Arthur wasn't well, something bad was going on with him.

“…And um…”

“They didn’t talk to me” You interrupted Randall on purpose, or maybe not, because it was true, the cops hadn't called with you.

“That’s because the suspect it’s a man, a real man does this kind of thing, do you really think a woman can do something like that? If it had been a woman, she would possibly be the dead one, not the three rich”

He’s seriously? Made one of his fucking and horrible jokes in a moment like that? You want to punch his face so hard.

But you heard a bizarre laugh, it was from Arthur.

Arthur looked you, his gaze was no longer shy, he wasn't the Arthur you met, who occasionally you invited to dinner after work, the man who always hugged you when the road suddenly got cold and their sweaters both weren't enough against the freezing wind. The one who told you his worries, but at the same time his little dreams and goals.

But he’s not that Arthur, no more.

“Anyway, um…”

Arthur stopped watching you, lowered his head, beginning to tremble again, rather irritated.

“Hoyt said that they talked to you, and now they’re looking for me…”

It could have been wrong, but you felt good hearing that the police thought Randall was the killer clown. He probably was.

“And I just wanna know what you said, make sure our stories line up…”

You were about to interfere, tell Randall to fuck off, and not get Arthur into his fucking trouble.

“Seeing as how, you’re my boy”

“Yeah, that’s important”

But you never imagined what was about to happen.

“You know what I meant?”

“That makes a lot of sense… Thank you Randall, thank you so much”

“I just wanna-“

Arthur took out a pair of scissors from his pocket so quickly and attacked Randall, sticking in his neck, and seconds later, in his eye.

You screamed like you've never screamed in your life, ran away backwards, tripped and fell to the ground, and even lying on the ground, you crawled away from the scene.

“ARTHUR!”

Arthur led Randall against a wall right in front of your sight.

“NO! ARTHUR NO! DON’T ARTHUR! PLEASE!”

You yelled at Arthur hysterically, begging that he'll stop. Arthur began to hit Randall's head against the wall, and you could see his head disfigure with every blow.

“ARTHUR!”

You can’t see anymore, you put your hands in your eyes, which were already wet with tears.

You stopped hearing blows, now you heard a louder blow, and Arthur's euphoric breathing. You didn't want to see where that ended, you didn't want to see Randall's body, you didn't want to see Arthur's eyes after committing murder.

Sobbing, you still cried. Now what was going to happen? You were going to be next one? Hours earlier you were so afraid Randall would dare hurt you, now you were so sure Arthur was going to hurt you. You were so sure you weren't going to be alive that day.

“Hey… Hey Y/N…” You heard Arthur’s voice, you were so afraid to see him “Y/N, please, open your eyes… Look at me…”

Doubting, you gradually pulled your trembling fingers out of your eyes, opening them. You looked at Arthur sitting on the floor, his face and torso stained with blood, like the wall, and next to him, Randall's lifeless body.

“A-Arthur?” You asked fearful.

“It’s okay Y/N, you should to smile”

“W-W-W-What?” Your lips trembled from what he said.

He smiled and look at you with that smile.

“You won Y/N, you won the war”

“W-W-W-what t-the fuck, w-what war Arthur?”

"The one you and Randall had; do you see Y/N? you finally beat Randall. I'm so glad I helped you to win"

You started to cry again. You remembered how you said some like that to Arthur before, when you and Randall had discussions.

Why did Arthur have to become something as horrible as a murder? Why did your best friend have to get infected by the poison of this rotten city?

You can’t see him anymore. You were just waiting for the moment when Arthur would get up and end with your life, you hoped your death wasn't as violent as Randall's.

“I’m not gonna hurt you Y/N if that you think…”

You trembled again, and you could hear that voice you knew from him. Arthur got up off the ground and came to you “Come here, you've got to go” he offered help you getting up offering his hand. But it was his blood-filled hand.

It was too much for you, and when Arthur realized his mistake and changed hands, you had already fainted.

…

You didn't know how much time you fainted. When you woke up, you weren't on the cold wooden floor, looking at that horrible scene, you were on a comfortable bed with old sheets.

Everything in your mind was cloudy, as was your eyesight. Was that real? You didn't remember sleeping in that bed before.

"For a moment I thought you were never going to wake up."

You looked at the origin of the voice. There was Arthur, but different, again. His green hair dried up, wearing a clown makeup similar and at the same time different from carnival. He was wearing a red suit, a yellow vest (Was Carnival west?) and a turquoise shirt.

Smoking, he was standing in a corner of the room, looking at you.

“Arthur?” You asked nervously, you were so weak to get out of bed.

“Yes, Y/N?”

Your mind reminded that bloody image before you fainted, and you felt the need to clarify something.

“Arthur…That… That was a nightmare Arthur, right? That was no real, right? Please, tell me that was a nightmare”

Arthur looked at you worried, left the cigarette and went where you were, sitting next to you while you were still lying down.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, you shouldn't have seen that…” Arthur apologized, worried about you, at last you could recognize him “He lied to Hoyt, saying I wanted to buy him a gun, when he actually gave me that gun"

“Arthur, you should to tell me that…” You said it in a lamenting voice. Arthur just shrugged.

"I know. Randall said not to, because you wouldn't understand... Fuck…”

Arthur started caressing your hair and head. Gradually, you didn't know if it was because you were still a little afraid of him or because you had gone too long without seeing him, you were back to trust with him.

"I'm sorry you've become this" You told him honestly. You knew Arthur could sometimes lose control when everything in his life got out of hand, but you never imagined he'd be able to do something like murder.

“Y/N, but this is the real me”

“What?”

“This is the real me, I discovered it a couple of weeks ago, it was painful, but in the end, I feel good, I feel really good"

He looked so lost, it hurt so much to see Arthur like this. When he said he had discovered his "true self" a few weeks ago, you began to suspect how he did it. But you were so afraid to confirm it.

"How did you find out this is the real you?"

“I can tell you a secret, Y/N?”

“Yeah”

And your suspicions came true.

“I am who killed that three rich guys in the subway. I’m am the clown who everybody talks”

The tears almost came out instantly again, but this time in silence. You closed your eyes, you didn't know what to think, what to do, what to tell him

You could only ask one thing.

“… Why?...”

Arthur crouched down his gaze, remembering that shadowy moment. He saw you cry again, he owed you an explanation, he had to give it to you.

“… They didn’t stop to beat me. It was like the assault of the alley, but worse. If I hadn’t killed them, maybe I was dead”

You could see how he started shaking, it seemed that Arthur felt so bad just to remember that terrible experience. How the hell could he have survived to all this?

“Arthur… Oh my god Arthur…” So many things to process in your head again, you could only say one thing “You don’t deserve this shit”

Arthur began to wipe your tear-soaked cheeks, and passed his finger through your watery eyes.

“But I have it”

You didn't know what else you could tell Arthur. You're speechless. However, he had a lot to tell you, starting with something Arthur carried from the beginning of that terrible cruise.

“I'm sorry if I was mean to you these weeks… I didn't want to get you involved in this… This is all so dark for you, I wanted you to be away from me” You could see how he wanted to avoid his look at you "I didn't want you to be placed in this, I didn't want you to be injured by these bad decisions I made" He took your hand, you let him do it.

You sat on the bed, with your free hand, you took his cheek, making he see you.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, how many times I went to bed before sleep wondering if I'd done anything wrong with you”

However strange it will sound, at least you hadn't ruined anything, at least your Friendship was still intact. And knowing that made you cry again, you didn't know if happiness because in the end Arthur didn't hate you, or sad to just remember that last call.

Arthur saw you start crying and immediately wrapped you in a hug.

“I was a fucking idiot with you, Y/N. Please, forgive me” You hugged him too, putting your hands on his back and your head on his chest. You could hear his heart's fast-paced beats” You were never mean to me Y/N, you were the only one who was nice to me”

He took your hand to his mouth and left a little kiss, took your cheeks and left another kiss on your forehead, and one more timidly on your cheek. You smiled shyly at that, feeling those same butterflies when you saw him coming to Ha-ha's or when you saw him eat some doughnuts from that restaurant he loved to go to.

“Don’t forget Gary”

He smiled so silly, you too.

“You’ve right Y/N”

Arthur and you started to laugh. Finally, you could laugh together. A little break for both of us, a little break in your lives.

Arthur for a moment stopped smiling, but there was no aggression in his face; there was a strange feeling you couldn't decipher.

”Y/N… Can I confess you something?”

“Yeah…” you prayed internally that he wouldn't confess to you another crime or murder. You wouldn't stand something like that again from Arthur.

But it was quite the opposite, what your heart long craved and desired.

“Y/N, I love you…”

And again, you get speechless. And blushed too. You looked into Arthur's eyes. He had just confessed his love to you.

“Arthur…”

And of course, you weren't going to miss your chance.

“I wanted you to know because… You probably won't see m-“

“Arthur, I love you too”

You interrupted him, confessing your feelings too.

“What?

“I love you; I love you too Arthur”

His surprised face said it all. Arthur started shaking and feeling so strange, he could feel his heart beat too hard, and he didn't know if that was happiness. Arthur was able to felted the happiness for a few seconds.

“That’s true, Y/N? You love me?” He asked very hopeful. You couldn't help smile at him. You couldn't believe he felt the same way about you, too.

“Of course it’s true Artie, I love you”

“Oh Y/N… Fuck” He hugged you so tightly again, you just tried to hug him too. You heard a little sob come out of his mouth “Why? Why just did this have to happen to me?"

“W-What you mean Artie?” You asking to him worried.

“Oh Y/N… I confessed my love to you because maybe you never see me back… Well… I wanted you to know. But I Never expect you to feel the same way about me. I never thought anyone would be able to love me”

You ignored the first sentence he said. You only focused on the latter, that he thought no one would love him the way you did.

“Arthur… How could I not fall in love with you?"

Arthur smiled as little tears flowed from his eyes. It didn't matter if those tears would ruin his clown makeup, he'd put it back together later.

However, things couldn't be perfect, you separated from him (But still hugging him) to ask him that question, referring to his first sentence.

“But why you said I’ll never see you again? What you mean with that?”

You were afraid to ask about that, but you did it anyway. That "new" Arthur was like a new unread book, and you discovered it little by little.

“Oh… Well…” Arthur didn't know what to tell you, how could Arthur explain to you what he planned to do just when you had just confessed your love to him? Even if you didn't love him, if you just love him as a friend, he couldn't find a way to explain what he was going to do that night “You remembered The Murray Franklin Show? When together we watch the show?”

“Yeah, I do Art” Smiled shyly to the memory.

“I’m be gonna be on tonight”

You were surprised, you didn't even doubt whether or not was true Arthur was telling you, you could only feel good about him.

“R-Really Arthur? That’s… Amazing…” You smiled to him so honestly. Wow, one of his dreams was about to come true.

“But I don’t want you watch the show”

And the smile disappears.

“Why not Arthur?”

He stopped hugging you to look at your face one more time. Stroking it with his fingers, he passed two fingers on your lips. The feeling was hypnotic, caressing you that way, just as he had done only in his dreams. You were so beautiful for him.

And he realized you were going through a lot because of him.

“... I hurt you a lot Y/N, first being mean to you and then with what I did with... With Randall... I don't want to hurt you again, Y/N, you don't deserve that"

He prayed for you understand him, he prayed that you didn't ask more questions, because if you did, he wouldn't be able to lie to you again, but he wouldn't be able to tell you that he planned to kill himself in the Murray’s Show.  

Just when life gave him another chance to go on living: All the love he felt for you, every gram, was reciprocated

“Oh Arthur… You... You're not going to do anything wrong, right?”

“I hope that”

“Y-you said we probably won't see each other again because... I don’t know, why you think that?"

“Just don’t know Y/N…”

“You’re afraid to the police recognize you or something like that?”

You asked so naively, hoping that would be the answer.

“I wish it was that Y/N, I really wish it…”

With those words, you decided not to question him anymore.

Silence between you two. He kept caressed your face while you kept looking his face under the makeup. Through your gazes, you two wanted to say thousands of things to each other, and you did, but only in one way. Arthur grabbed you by the cheeks and brought your face to yours, along with his lips with yours. He kissed you, and felt like it was heaven.

Both kissed in several times, you didn't care if your lips and around them ended up crimson, Arthur didn't care if he could run out of time to go to the Murray’s Show. It was what had both waited for a long time, you two deserved to enjoy it.

And without you realizing, slowly, besides love, desire began to meddle.

Suddenly, you started to lie in bed again, and Arthur went after you, putting himself on top of you. Arthur's hands started to caress your neck and shoulders. He separated from you only to appreciate the gorgeous girl who loves lying front him. An abominable desire inside Arthur started to burn him. An arduous pain.

And the only cure was loving her in that barbarous way.

He kissed you again with a wet kiss, so hungry of your lips.

His hands go down to your chest, and in his ecstasy, he caressed your breasts. You didn’t expect his touch, but your decided to delight it. You let him do it, while slowly, you started putting your hand under his shirt, touching the ardent skin of his chest, just as you imagined.

Excited, being grateful to yourself from the past to choose a dark skirt to use that day, you opened your legs to him, offering yourself to Arthur.

“Arthur… Please…”

Arthur, seeing you like this, felt like you were something divine, like you were crystal, afraid of breaking you, but he wanted you so badly. He needed to be with you, he needed to be a part of you, and you to be a part of him.

However, despite how emotional and exciting it would be to do that act of love with you, he stopped, separating you from you and clenching his fists.

He closed his eyes, and sadly had to have self-control. He thought coldly the things, if you did, if he made the love to you, you could get too happy and enthusiastic about him, and if he carried out his plan for the Murray’s Show, your heart would break into a thousand pieces, you'd blame yourself for not being able to save him, and you'd be depressed all your life.

He didn't want you have a depressed life like he had.

“No, Y/N…”

It must have been a little funny that your face full of ecstasy will suddenly change to one full of surprise and confusion. But he, despite everything, he wanted to keep protecting you.

“Why not Art?”

“… I can’t…”

He stopped seeing you because he was ashamed not to love you the way you begged him.

You don’t say nothing, but you respect his decision. You took his cheek, looked at him with love and a huge smile, you wanted to make sure everything was okay.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay Artie, I swear” You smiled sincerely at him. At the end of it all, he respected you, and of course, you were going to respect him.

Arthur saw you again, smiling at you.

"You have to go home Y/N" you say yes with your head. Both got out of bed, but when you were about to walk through the door, you remembered that terrible scene. You turned to Arthur scared and hugged him.

“No, Y/N, listen me, I've taken care of that. There's nothing anymore"

“C-Can you take me to the door, please?"

“Sure” Still hugging you, Arthur took you out of the room, you walked through the hallway and as he told you, there was no evidence of murder in the living room but some bloodstains.

You fell back into reality by remembering that. Arthur Fleck had become someone different from the one you knew.

Arthur came to the door and took the knob, open it. You thinking on that. Arthur noticed how serious you suddenly turned and feared.

“Y/N? Are you ok-“

You push the door to closed it with your hand, and carrying your arms to his neck, you kissed him deep. The last kiss with him

Maybe Arthur could change for the worse, maybe it wasn't the same Arthur you knew, the one you'd fallen in love with. But for some strange reason, reason you didn't want to look for logic, you love him, you still love him, and there was nothing in the world that could change your mind.

He clearly told you were likely never to see each other again. You didn't want to believe that, you didn't want to believe that neither he nor you would ever see each other again. You were clinging to that slight hope that they would soon be reunited.

And if destiny decided not to be like that, then you'd only ask Arthur for one thing

“Please, don’t forget me”

You two looked each other in the eye.

You’ll treasured that last moment between the two.

“Never, my love”

You opened the door for him and ran out of his apartment. You felt the door close behind you. You ran down the stairs, battling the feeling of crying.

Arthur looked out the window as you ran away from the building. Letting go of the only chance of his life to be truly happy.

But you were always a little rebellious, and Arthur wasn't going to be the exception. As much as he asked you not to, you'd see The Murray Franklin’s Show that night.

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Digi Sleep over (Digimon...duh. XD)

Ken was blushing and a nervous wreck as he waited on Davis. the former evil overlord and now mostly good guy had been trying for weeks to come off as more kind and friendly, but tonight was the big test, one he'd never tried before he turned evil despite how popular he had been. A sleepover. He's actually tried to invite all of the other digi destined but his own parents weren't comfortable with girls spending the night. Cody was too young according to his grandfather and TK was going off to hang out with his big brother. That left Ken alone with his semi kinda sorta crush Davis. (in fact, the only reason he'd invited as many of them as he had, knowing that Cody didn't trust him, was that he was nervous about being alone with Davis.) as he checked to make sure everything was perfect for the millionth time, the door bell rang and he practically leap over the couch, the foot stool and his parents to answer the door. Breathing slightly harder then normal, and hair all messed up he opened the door and grinned. "Hey Davis! glad you could make it!"

Originally Davis wasn't going to go to the sleepover, due to how many people were going to be there.  It wasn't that he didn't like the the idea of hanging out with all of his friends, or wanted to hog Ken or Kari's attention all to himself, but more it was because of a personal issue that had come up recently. He'd had it all planned out in his head that he'd show up and hang out for awhile, before taking off and not spending the night and claiming it was because of a family thing but then had watched as digi destined after digi destined dropped out of the sleepover and KNEW he couldn't bail and leave ken high and dry. the irony of those words weren't lost on the boy as he was lead into the apartment, smiling and making small talk with Ken before they sat down to start a video game marathon. A few hours of spamming video games, bad TV and junk food later and Ken's mom 'gently suggested' (Read: outright told them)  that they might wanna hit the hay with it being 1 in the morning. They boy's hadn't even realized it was so late, and sheepishly both agreed and went to get ready for bedtime, which was something that Davis had been nervous about all night, though now with him on the crashing end of a sugar rush it didn't seem to big anymore as he went into the bathroom to get ready.

Ken had changed into a pair of light blue PJ bottoms, he rarely wore the shirts as he was vain enough to enjoy how his muscles looked, and waited on Davis to come out of the bathroom. The past few hours had be awesome and he was happier then he had been in a long time, even if he was trying to temper the fact he was having so much fun with Davis with the fact that he was nursing a MASSIVE crush on the goggle boy. 'Guess it's a good thing he wanted to get changed in the bathroom then. though man..the fact i missed out on seeing him in just his undies..' Ken thought and smirked, then caught him. 'No no no, we are NOT going to go all pervert and ruin a friendship!' he mentally scolded himself, willing himself to use the head on his shoulders to think. "heh, sorry that took a bit." Davis said, walking back into the room and smiling, and blushing a little. The goggle boy was wearing a soccer themed inspired pair of bed time shorts and a top, though as Ken looked at the big goof, he couldn't help but notice that Davis's crotch looked oddly a little bulky, and he was walking a little funny. 'Do NOT comment on that! he'll wanna know why your looking there!' Ken warned himself and tried to focus on just how cute Davis looked in his themed outfit. "well you weren't in there that long. I figured you were just answering natures call." he said and gave a warm smile. "heh, welll was that." Davis said and blew a raspberry, then bent down to adjust his sleeping bag on the floor next to Ken bed. And as he bent down the boy's sudden semi bubble butt appearance was given a explanation. the top of the shirt rode up while the shorts rode down and there was a flash of something white and crinkly, and Ken started to blush and smile as he realized what it was. 'Oh. My. God. He's wearing a diaper!!' If there was ONE thing Ken loved more then a goofy boy, it was a goofy diaper boy and he quickly grabbed a pillow and put it over his lap to hide the effects that seeing Davis in padding was having on him. "So uh, don't take this the wrong way..but maybe next time get a air mattress or something for me to sleep on." Davis was chuckling as he got the sleeping bag all in place, wiggling his padded rear as he did so though whether he knew he was doing it or not, Ken wasn't sure. "That or you can just scoot over and share your bed next time."  Davis added with a chuckle. "O-Oh Ok." Ken squeaked. Davis looked over his shoulder, giving Ken a weird a look as he noticed how crimson the other boy was getting. "Youuuu ok?" Davis asked, raising a eyebrow. "Y-yeah! I'm totally diaper. I mean fine!" Ken said and then face palmed. It was davis turn to blush and he reached behind himself and tugged at the shorts. "ehehehe yeahhh Maybe shoulda gone with the long pants huh?" he said and stuck a touage out. "er..well..i was trying not to say anything but..Y-Yeahhh.." ken said and squirmed. "Dude, you look more flustered then me, you ok?" Davis asked, and then noticed ken holding the pillow to his lap. "oh, you need diapers too?" he asked and reached down, yanking the pillow away before ken could stop hi. and then looking at the tent that ken was making in his pants and blanket. "Heh..is that for little old me?" Davis asked, grinning ear to ear and then winking. "NO!!" Ken whined and reached up, snagging the pillow back and whimpering. "Reallly, so if I did something like THIS, it won't affect you?" Davis said in a impish tone and then hooking his thumbs on the waistband of the shorts, he tugged them down while bending over and wiggling his now fully on display diapered ass. Ken let out a gargle of words, then got up and dashed out of the room, having a accident of sorts in his pants as he took off running, Davis's giggles ringing in his ears.

Davis was laughing softly, he hadn't of pegged ken as the type to play for both teams, let alone be interested in diaper boys, but seeing how it put him in control, he wasn't questioning it. He'd been worried about Ken seeing the diapers and laughing at him before, now now that he knew how easy it would be to well, 'set ken off' He figured he could relax and milk this for a whole lotta fun. To that extent he finished taking off his shorts and moved from the sleeping bag on the floor up into the bed, though he hadn't covered up yet, and waited on Ken's return. As Ken came back up, blushing and looking a little huffy, and now in a black pair of shorts that must of been in the hamper in there, he gave Davis a look as the goggle boy stretched out on Ken's bed. "Draw me like one of your french girls~" he said and giggled. "...Your not funny." Ken  huffed. "Awww It's ok Ken. you can always bum a diaper from me if you think you're gonna have anther accident." Davis teased. "No thanks..but uh..Why are you even..I was pretty sure you weren't a bed wetter since you spent the night in the digi world a few times back in the day and well..Yolei doesn't seem the type who'd of kept that to herself." Heh, Yeahhh no way she would of kept her trap shut. Was almost why i didn't come tonight..welll was gonna show up and hang out for a bit but bail before bedtime." Davis laughed, sitting up and patting on the bed for Ken to sit down. It was just so CUTE the flustered look Ken got on his face as he slowly took a seat. "S-Still didn't answer the question.." Ken mumbled. "oh yeah! sooo you know I've been semi benched the last 3 games for my team right?" Davis asked, scooting in a little closer to Ken who was going crimson again. "Y-yeah." the bigger boy squeaked. "Yeahhhh FOUR games ago I took a power shot that was suppose to make the ball go into the net, but made the ball go right into my junk." Davis said, wincing a little as he recalled. "Ouch!" Ken said, wincing a little himself picturing it. "yeah. did NOT tickle. anyways, Needed pull ups for a few days after but totally did a number on my bladder and night time control, and since I'm such a heavy wetter..Mom and dad just got me the biggest diapers they could." Davis said and shrugged. "well you look cute at least." ken said and then put a hand over his mouth, the blush getting worse. "heh awww, you think so? Does big tough Ken love him a diaper butt boy?" Davis teased and giggled. "I-i No?"Ken tried. "oh, well then if you don't, then there's NO issue with me sleeping in your bed with you and cuddling into you tonight right?" Davis asked. Ken made a funny face, and then got up to run to the bathroom again. "..Maybe I better tone down the teasing before he goes though all his laundry.."

Digging though the hamper Ken found anther pair of PJ's, white this time, and while they had a slight smell to them, at least they didn't have a you know what stain on the front as he got changed, again. 'I swear to god, at the rate he's going I'm not gonna make it though the night.' Ken whined in his head. in semi clean pants he splashed some cold water on his face from the sink, then made his way back into the bedroom. Davis was back on his sleeping bag now and looking sheepish. "Ehehehe..Sorry about that man..I really didn't think I'd make you...Ya know..twice in such a short amount of time." "I-It's ok. J-Just uh.. Yeah. guess I might as well as admit it now..I do like cute diaper boys like you." ken said. "Welll I kinda already figured it out what with you running o-" Davis started then paused, blushing now. "Y-You think I'm cute?" ken gave a smile now and chuckled. "no, I always cream my pants over guys i have no interest in." he teased. Sensing a change in the flow of power, It was ken who got in bed and then patted next to him. "you know, you might as well come up here and share a bed with me." Ken said and smirked. "O-Oh..uh..well i didn't wanna make you have anther accident." Davis said, rubbing the back of his head. well tell you what. if i do, I'll take up your earlier offer, and who knows, maybe YOU'LL be the one having a 'accident' seeing ME wiggling my butt." Ken chuckled. Davis's eyes went wide as he got a mental picture of that, and then squirmed around, lots. "Heh, Did somebody just start to like diaper boys?" Ken teased. "M-maybe!' Squeaked out Davis, who cleared his throat. "Maybe." he said again in his normal tone. "it's ok, you can pretend I'm Kari if you want." Ken laughed as Davis crawled up into the bed and laid next to him. "ehehehe well actually.. Kinda semi getting over her for the most part." Davis said. "really? I've seen the way you've been all , heh, pardon the phase, goo goo gaga over her." "heh. Wellll kinda caught her and TK making out soooo don't really think I'ma have a shot anytime soon. Like Interested but not about to go out of my way to break them up." Davis said, snuggling into the pillow and letting Ken cover them both up with his blanket and turn off the light by clapping. "well -I- think you could land anyone you wanted.And Kari would be lucky to snag you." ken said and pulled Davis in for a light hug. "ehehehe..Thanks. Though I don't think most people shopping around for a boyfriend want one who can't go the night without flooding his pants. "Heh, you'd be surprised." ken chuckled. As Ken went to pull back from the hug, he was semi shocked, though pleased as Davis scooted in and nuzzled into him. "heh. somebodies feeling all cuddly." "heh..Yeahhh i kinda..normally cuddle Veemon or a stuffie at night..and he's with the other digimon and I didn't wanna look like a total baby." Davis giggled and blew a raspberry. "Diapers aside you mean." Ken teased playfully. "You really wanna tease me and make me pull back, or just enjoy you got a diaper boy snuggling into your chest?" Davis asked. "...Shutting up."

Davis drifted off fairly quick after that, snuggling into Ken and coo'ing softly as he went under and then gentle streams of baby babble coming out of his mouth once he was under. Ken for his part was tired enough, for obvious reason, but wanted to stay awake as long as he could to enjoy this, not sure if he'd EVER get anther chance to have this little cutie padded up and cuddling him. 'I wonder if I could convince him to wear full time? and be my little stinker?' Ken thought, day dreaming about a droopy diaper Davis whimpering and holding out a clean diaper, lisping for a bum change. 'You might wanna actually ask him out first before trying to get him to be your 24/7 baby butt.' his common sense rang in, making Ken frown. Leave it to common sense to break up a cute idea! Still there was some logic to it, if he was gonna whine for Davis to wear and use his diapers ALL the time he should at least officially ask him out, take him out on a few dates and the like. Still it couldn't hurt to THINK about it, and shutting his eyes he went back to thinking about Davis in short-all's and a massive diaper butt, running around the playground. He almost drifted off to sleep thinking about it, then he felt a sudden warmth on the leg that against the front of Davis's diaper. 'Holy cow..it's not that i thought he was fibbing, but he really IS a helpless bed wetter!!' Ken gushed mentally and then gushed not so mentally for the third time tonight. '..next sleep over I'm wearing one of the diapies too.' was his last thought as he snuggled into the little cutie.