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adachicuto · 3 years

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day by day

a/n: sort of struggled with the ending but hope it’s okay

pairing: hui x reader (gender neutral)

rating: angst and fluff

word count: 1,421

warnings: food and wine mention.

To be hardworking means being able to get tasks done once they were started. Unfortunately, sometimes one can become too focused on a task that they forget to take care of themselves or events.

That was the case for Hui.

There was so much that needed to be done, deadlines to be met and tracks to be sampled. Honestly, it was too much at times but Hui tried his best to push the tiredness away and continue to work hard. He knew that all of the late nights and early mornings were worth it.

Most days you would wake up to see his side of the bed empty but some days you were lucky enough to catch him before he crossed the threshold. You groggily wiped the sleep from your eyes as you walked to the bathroom. Once you were done with your morning routine, you quickly made your way to the kitchen where you found Hui.

His back was to you as he poured himself a cup of coffee. When you figured he was done, you walked towards him and placed a kiss on his cheek. A chuckle escaped Hui as he pulled you into his arms.

“Good morning,” he gently cupped one side of your face.

Your eyes closed for a second at his touch, “Morning. Headed to the studio?”

Hui hummed, “Yeah, there’s so much that needs to be done before next week,” he frowned but a smile quickly took its place, “I’ll try to get home early, okay?”

You nodded. Sleep was still in his eyes as he sipped his coffee. For a moment, you took in his current state. Bags were forming under his eyes and his shoulders seemed tense. A sigh left your lips as you soothingly rubbed his back, trying to somehow melt away his worries and give him enough energy to get through the time he was going to spend at the studio.

Hui checked the time on his phone and his eyes grew wide.

He hurriedly pulled on a sweater and kissed you, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

****

Morning melted into the afternoon and the once cloudy sky became clear. You spent the rest of the day tidying up around your shared apartment and got a bit of work done. Dinner was nearly done when you heard a few knocks on the door. You quickly stirred the pot before you opened the door.

You were met with a laughing group of boys. Wooseok and Shinwon were laughing at something on Hyunggu’s phone while Yuto only shook his head, remnants of a smile on his face. Once they all calmed down, they greeted you and you invited them in. All of you filed into your, sort of, tiny kitchen, and complete silence settled over all of you.

You looked at the boys questioningly as they all avoided your gaze.

“C’mon, what’s wrong? You were all laughing just a few minutes ago?”

Shinwon exhaled, “We think Hui forgot about your anniversary.”

With furrowed brows, you continued to cook. Hui couldn’t have forgotten but the more you thought about you concluded that he forgot. You looked at the time and your phone and it was half-past eight. Slowly, you put down the spoon you were holding and faced the boys.

“He did but it’s okay.”

It only took a minute before you rushed around the kitchen in search of a reusable container to put food in. When you finally found a container you realized it was too high up and Wooseok helped you get it. You thanked him and told all of them to help themselves to the food while you tugged on sneakers and a hoodie.

“Please lock the door behind you if I’m not back soon,” you hurriedly filled a container with food, “I’m gonna check on Hui, okay?”

The boys barely heard you as they helped themselves to the food. With a smile and a shake of your head, you left.

****

Within about thirty minutes, you arrived at the studio. On the way, you were met with a little rain and managed to wait it out under the awning of an Italian restaurant which is where you able to score a bottle of wine and dessert. That was enough to make your smile grow.

The smile on your face never wavered during your walk. Yes, Hui may have forgotten your fourth anniversary but it wasn’t the end of the world. You knew that he was so focused on meeting deadlines so, it was understandable that he forgot. It didn’t change anything between you.

As you took the elevator up you received a text from Hyunggu and the others. The text included a picture of an empty pot and you could only shake your head. The elevator dinged and before you knew it, you were stood outside the door of the boys’ studio.

Quietly, you entered and were met with a focused Hui with headphones on that you bought him a few birthdays ago. The studio was clean aside from an empty takeout box, from lunch you assumed, and a few disposable coffee cups.

Careful not to disturb him, you threw away the trash and crept up behind and rested your hands on his shoulders. Hui jumped slightly and you placed a hand on your mouth to muffle your laughter. Once the initial shock wore off, he took off the headphones, hair all over his head, and turned in his chair to face you.

“You scared me,” he let out a breathy laugh, “what are you doing here?”

You fixed his hair and he leaned into your touch, gaze stuck on you. Hui stifled a yawn and you slowly pulled your hand away to place it on his cheek.

“Just thought I’d bring you dinner,” you sat the containers down, “it’s our favorite.”

Hui grinned at the food and his brows narrowed in confusion at the wine.

“I could definitely use a glass,” he gestured towards the bottle, “but what are we celebrating?”

Hui searched his brain for something that he forgot and at first, he came up short but then he remembered the date. It almost felt like his heart had dropped and it rendered him speechless. His hands rubbed at his face before he rested his face in his hands. How he was able to forget such an important date was beyond him and he couldn’t help but beat himself up.

It only took him a few strides across the room to reach you and pull you into a hug. For a moment, there was only silence until you heard, and felt, a sob shake through Hui. As gently as you could, you untangled yourself from him a bit and watched the tears fall.

“Hui, it’s okay.”

He sniffled and tried to compose himself, “No. It’s not. I shouldn’t have forgotten. I wanted it to be perfect.”

You could slowly feel a pang in your chest. Everyone forgets things, which you voiced, but you didn’t want him to be so hard on himself about it. Sure, it was your anniversary but it wasn’t a big deal that he forgot because you knew that he had a lot on his plate. There was still time for both of you to celebrate.

“Hey, it’s fine. We can still have dinner,” you used your thumb to wipe away a few tears, “please don’t feel bad about this.”

Hui nodded, “I just wanted this to be special, you know,” he fished around in his pocket and pulled out a little velvet box.

“And it is,” you kissed him softly, “whether or not you planned something, my answer would always be the same, Hui.”

Hui opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring. He looked from the box to you with a questioning gaze on his face and all it took was a nod from you for the brightest of smiles to form on his face. Once the ring was placed on your finger, Hui drew you into the sweetest kiss.

Hui pulled away to saying something but was interrupted by cheers from the door. The two of you both turned to see what was going on and were met with the rest of the boys.

You laughed and rested your head on Hui’s shoulder before you looked up at him. He didn’t look so tense anymore and you were thankful for that. Yes, there were different scenarios of how things could have turned out but neither of you would have changed anything.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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EZEKIEL ‘EZ’ REYES W/ DAUGHTER ⨟ HEADCANON

@wrcn9fvlcver asked: Hello hello! First of all i loveeee your writing and i was wondering if u would be up for some daddy ez I absolutely love the idea of ez with a little girl and maybe some tio angel action?

Word Count: 1.1k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 💖

Author comments: Sorry it took me soooo long ✨ I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Ez loves to spend the whole day with your daughter. He loves Lola more than anything in this world.

Every time you tell him that he has to pick her up from school, he falls into the ‘sweetest daddy mood’. He wears one of Lola's favorites shirt of the collection he has. He also sprays some of that Hugo Boss cologne you bought for him, that EZ uses only in special occasions.

He usually rides to school ten minutes before her classes are done, enough time to buy her some flowers. He's a charming prince.

“God, your dad is fucking hot”.

Sometimes you can't understand how a thirteen year old girl can talk like that. Your daughter raised an eyebrow somewhat confused, looking at her friends because of the comment. You never warn Lola when EZ is going to pick her up, because your husband loves to surprise your little girl. The youngest Reyes is sitting sideways on his black Harley, cross-armed, holding the half-dozen of white roses and that smile that can burn down the world just in a second because of the over cuteness.

“Gid, yir did is fickin' hit”. She replies somewhat upset with a singing voice, rolling her eyes.

Grabbing her bag with a hand in the handle, she runs fast to her dad who is already walking towards her when their eyes finally meet again. EZ hugs her tightly with an arm, leaving some kisses on her cheek, before taking the bag to give her daughter the roses.

“Did you have a good day, pequeña?”

“Sí, papá. Solo… un poco largo”. (Yes, dad, just a little bit long). She says shrugging her shoulders, holding his free hand with her own to reach the motorbike.

“Ok, we're going to the clubhouse. Chucky is cooking quesadillas for you”. EZ helps her to put on the helmet, before keeping the bag in one of the leather's one at a side of the bike. “The crew is already waiting”.

“Leti is there too? I wanna show her something”. Lola asks sitting by his father back, holding somewhat better her flowers. She's a good rider, it's in her veins, and she doesn't need to wrap EZ's waist when he turns the motorcycle on.

Coco and Angel usually fight on who gets to hug her first. Both are her tíos. Lola spend a lot of time at Coco's house, because Leti usually helps her with homework. But Angel is her original tío. He understands that his brother is her father, he respect that. But he is extremely jealous with other guys. Even with women. Vicki can't hug her, because Angel is already doing it. Lola is his most precious thing in world. He took care of her since she was born, turning himself into a fucking mix of pitbull, doberman and rottweiler whenever EZ or you aren't close. His niece is a baby he must protect at all fucking cost. No matter if she was fifty years old. A. Baby. He. Must. Protect. At. All. Fucking. Cost. You understand it?

“DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER, MAN”.

Angel is holding your daughter between his strong arms, while she's laughing so hard she almost drowns herself with her own saliva, turning over his feet to avoid everybody presence close of them. Creeper and Gilly are trying to play with her, but your brother-in-law is needy of showing Lola how precious she is. Like a fucking diamond surrounded by trash.

“IT'S MY FUCKING TURN.”

“C'MON! YOU'RE HOGGING HER, BROTHER!” Coco complains too, so furious he wants to punch Angel's face.

“WELL, SHE'S LOLA REYES. NOT LOLA CRUZ. NOT LOLA VARGAS. NOT LOLA LOPEZ. REYES. YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME? LOLA FUCKIN' REYES. GO FIND YOUR FUCKIN' OWN NIECE”.

“Tío Angel!”

“'Amma fuckin' wrong, beautiful and precious baby, love of my life, my one and only, my princess, luz de mi vida?”

“EH, SHE'S MY DAUGHTER. BLOW ME, BITCH!”

EZ comes from nowhere, taking his daughter as if she actually is a baby. For god's sake. But she's having a lot of fun seeing how her father always wins every single battle.

Bishop only ask your husband for help when Lola is doing something with the guys, so he can be with his daughter all the time possible.

Everybody is totally in love with her. But what EZ feels for her escapes the limits of understanding. His daughter. His family. A piece of himself and a piece of the love of his life, all in one. You've been together for almost fourteen years, and she wasn't something planned: but the best gift you two could ever have.

His favorite thing to do together is lie down on the sofa, after having some delicious homemade dinner, to read her Federico Garcia Lorca's poetry. EZ has been doing it since the first time she slept at home, so small, so cute, so tiny. He has never read her fairy tales, but spanish poems. As Felipe does when they're together.

“... Se dejó el balcón abierto, y el alba por el balcón desembocó todo el cielo. ¡Ay, que vestida con mantos negros”.

EZ has a hand caressing her back, with the small book raised on air in the other one, reciting each poem with passion.

“Dad.”

“Ah?”

“When I leave to the university, I'll call you every night so you can read me another poem.”

“Ok, mi amor, I promise.” He replies kissing her head before continuing.

Your husband also taught her spanish as soon as she started to talk, and you couldn't feel more proud of his daddy skills since ever, as if he had a lot of children before Lola.

He wants his little girl to run the world.

Lola knows how to fight and defend herself. She speaks english, spanish, apache (because Taza said it would be amazing) and italian. She's the smartest girl you ever knew. She's polite, gentle, loving, responsible… And you know why? Because of your husband. Yeah, you do your ‘mom work’ pretty well. But, let's be sincere, every time you see EZ being the best dad ever, you fall more for him.

EZ cries when he listens your daughter telling you how much she loves him, or asking you once and again how you two met, or comparing her dad with their friends', without knowing he's hearing her. And he also does it when you reply how much you love him, how lucky you're for finding him in life, and how much you get melted every time you find them sleeping together in the sofa after a long day waiting for you to come from the hospital.

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kaetastic · 4 years

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How Do You Do This?

pairing: Papa!Luca Changretta x Mama!Reader

summary: Luca remains at home while his wife rests in bed, exhausted and visibly sick. However, he didn’t know it would be this difficult to take care of the house and a child. [requested: @imaginesbymk]

warning: fluff (wow why am i like this) & bitsy angst if you squintttt

word count: 2.8k

note: i feel like i haven’t done well in encapturing luca as a father and as a whole character (such an excuse to rewatch season 4) thank you so much for this request!! all of these fluff requests makin me turn to a fluffy lady oops- also, hope ya’ll don’t mind me naming the daughter :D just wanted something italian.

Eyelashes fluttering open before intermittently blinking shut due to the single blaring sunlight that slipped through the cracks of the blinds, Luca let out a noise that was in the middle of a groan and a hum. In any other words, it was a sound of him agreeing to the usual morning. Something he found pleasant. Usual mornings may be disliked by some because of how monotonous and irritatingly dull it was. Luca believed otherwise.

Usual- common and repetitive mornings was a sign of a normal day without anything peculiar out of the ordinary. People who weren’t used to having guns pointed at them wouldn’t mind something out of the ordinary once in a while. Not Luca. The mafioso would be called mental if he had hoped for something random to be yanked out of a box for an approaching day. In his line of work, it was better to pray for the same day on repeat, rather than countless pop-ups of issues from another group. Or worse, to wave off to men who had been ardent to their job and loyal to their work in coffins.

His shoulders were pulled taut as he stretched out the muscles that had been slumbering well through the night. All thanks to his well-payed and efficient timetable of the work he needed to be done with. Running down his fingers down his face, he couldn’t help but cheer a slight joy at the remembrance that it was finally Friday. Last day of work for the week.

If there weren’t any emergencies calls that would take up the whole day. The Italian couldn’t help but notice that the recent short emergency calls had taken up nearly both of his weekdays. Barely had time to spend with Maria. The corners of his lips curled up even more.

It had been roughly three years since his little girl had stumbled upon the world. And ever since then, the Italian believed that his world beamed brighter. Well, he was already riding clouds when he had met the woman who managed to enrapture his heart with her impressive magical abilities. But after the cheeky little girl had been born into the world, Luca was sure he was flying through the clouds. There were no other feelings that matched that of having a child. A girl- to add on that. Once again- usual, repetitive mornings of replaying past memories.

Even though he thought without a doubt that he would die and rot to end his own branch, he was wrong. The times he had repeated the words to himself and to his mother that there would be no women who would be there for him when he would appear to their house drowned in rivers of blood; that there would be no one who would understand the world he had been born into was countless. He knew it was not a choice to birth into the criminalizing life. It was never a choice. Even if he had chosen to leave, he would trudge through sludge as a permanent trail for him to end up as a corpse. Luca was wrong, once again.

His mother who grasped onto the rope of hope which had smeared lines of red in her ageing palm had also whipped it onto the back of his head as a reminder that there was someone out there. Someone who would see him as him. Audrey Changretta was right. The woman strayed at the edge when her son was nearing the age of thirty without a woman by his side. Well, a woman that would stay permanently and was there to be with him. A miracle had hit them.

“Luca?” A raspy voice called out his name, almost as if their throat had been scrapped dry. More like rubbing two grainy sandpapers against one another. The Italian pushed himself from the bed, the mattress dipping down as he sat.

“Yeah?” His fingers weaved through the locks of his hair that lingered a smear of the excessive gel he would slick through his hair nearly every single day. It coated the cracks of his fingers in a greasy plaster. A disgusted wince seeped through his teeth. Mussing his hair that had strands of hair poke at different angles while he watched the head of his wife peered into their bedroom, his whole body froze. A usual day would promote the activity of him peppering kisses all over his wife’s face (sometimes, if they were lucky to not be interrupted; if they were fast to finish- they could get the deed done). It doesn’t seem today would be a usual day… at all. Y/N’s face was tinted green, no different than that of a freshly plucked out cabbage.

“I think I’m sick.” As soon as the words brushed against her lips, the man sprung out of bed, not minding the chilly shivers of the air bite into his bare chest. Within four steps, he was already at the door where his wife looked like the living evidence of her theory.

“You look sick,” Luca mumbled as his hands cupped her cheeks. Her skin sizzled onto the palm of his hands. Just like that time he had accidentally slammed his hands onto a heated pan, thinking the gas was not on. “You’re burning, amore.”

The woman sported a pout at the fact that she won’t be able to carry out the chores of the house, “I’ll just call Dona. We talked during a party, and she told me she takes care of kids.”

Her shoulders were curled down, slouched in disappointment and irritation from the inconvenient time for her to feel sluggish. There were so many things on the list she would have to do, but now- she would have to spend a day or how long the feeling manifested her muscles in bed. The phone sat on the counter of the kitchen. It stared its wide-opened eyes onto the figure that took a step towards itself.

Even though it would take at least a couple of steps to reach the phone, it suddenly felt as if it had been placed further. Lights curtained the sides of her peripherals in blankets of haziness. Her toes slammed into the back of feet, the strings in her knees begun to slack. Wobbling in intermittent quivers, she barely had time to wrap her head around the idea of meeting the floor.

“Hey, hey,” Luca was quick to jump onto his feet. Arms wrapping around her shoulders, he nudged her heated body to face him. “Come on, let’s get you tucked in bed. Maybe then you can finally understand the meaning of relaxation.”

An exhausted chuckle fell off her lips, although, it sounded more like a grated wheeze. The Italian was referring to her dedication to staying sane in the house. Her husband had, of course, allowed her to step outside the warm walls; however, the only reason she would do so was if her thoughts had been off the rails or it was a family dinner. And lingering inside the house with a three-year-old left a scribbled list that seemed quite hefty. Just looking at it led to an overwhelmingly heavy emotion of exhaustion. There was always something to brush over, there was always something to sweep into the trash can.

The man helped her into her side of the bed. Luca, the man who played the strings in the mafia; who had been rumoured to doing abominable in his youth, was gazing into the exasperated eyes of his wife with nothing but concern, “I already took out the flour, sugar, and butter. Make sure you tell Dona-”

“I’m not calling Dona,” Luca cut her off, his fingers brushed over the bumps of her scorching knuckles. “I’ll just stay home. I’ll take care of Maria. It’ll be okay.”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the slight quirk of his wife’s eyebrows. Even when she looked like she had seen death, she had the ability to amuse him. There were doubts in her head, bouncing off the walls as she beamed at him, almost sceptical at the sound of his list. However, hers’ had been mild and more tamed compared to the Italian.

Inside his chest, he was roaring in frustration at the task he had assigned to himself. In his head, he was slamming every possible angle of his brain into his skull. The man had never taken care of Maria- alone. There was a major, very prominent difference when his wife or someone with experience of handling a child, was present by his side to take care of the infant.

The longest he had been with his own daughter- alone, was when she was an infant age of one when his cousins had come over to drop something off. To which his wife had what felt like a stretched out conversation. It was for half an hour. He just had to make sure the baby was sound asleep (she didn’t move a muscle).

Luca’s only memory and experience of taking care of Maria alone were for half an hour. The promise he had just made bounced out of his lips as if it was a mere reassurance to throwing out a dog’s shit. It was not. Even though her chest prickled worries and concern for the very new idea, there was nothing stored in her muscles for her to oppose.

Wavering through an overwhelmingly large amount of feelings sitting on her chest was a patent emotion of guilt. Y/N falling sick had been the reason Luca won’t be going to work. Luca glanced at the eyes he had stumbled upon countless times, “Don’t worry. You stay here and rest.”

His warm lips pressed onto her sizzling forehead before he yanked a random dress shirt from his closet. The corners of his lips curled up at the sight of the clearly exhausted woman tucked in the warmth of their bed, her back facing him. Creaking the door close to leave a minuscule gap between it and its frame, Luca was more than determined. With a tug on his buttoned shirt, his eyes brushed over the house. There was roaring ambition for him to seize the day, and succeed in the promise he had made. If he was going to do this, he will do this right. Oh, the call first.

The man stifled a cough as white powder sprung into the air to tickle his nose. He squinted his eyes to gaze through the misty haze concocted by the flour as if a blocking waterfall. Was it enough? Fingers running over his shirt, he barely spent time to bat an eye at the painting he had smeared all over his white dress shirt. A faint scraping noise echoed while his index fingers traced over the printed words on the book. Luca lost count of how many cups he had thrown into the bowl.

While he had a midlife crisis in hopes of figuring out how many cups of flour he had just hurled, a sob trickled into the quiet house. Nudging the underlying sound of cars zooming past their house, and the irritating hum of the lightbulb aside, no noise had interrupted the Italian’s extreme focus on the noted recipe.

He was trying to be as precise as he could be. Well, that was until the little person had woken up from their deep slumber. With a huff, he brushed the excess flour from his palm onto his pants.

“Good morning,” The man announced, startling the baby even though she had narrowed her eyes at the wide-open door for the expected lady. The string of tears balanced on her eyelid quivered to drain down her cheeks at the sight of the Italian man. Slightly panicked, his hands that were clamouring dry from the flour smeared all over his palm were quick to pull the awakened baby out of the low crib. “Shh shh, come on, è solo papà.” (it’s just daddy)

There was no doubt that the Italian had every muscle in his body spike up from the sudden obstacle he would have to face. A hefty one at that. Bouncing on his feet, his mussed morning hair that he had tried to tame (to which he failed) smacked onto her forehead. Maria, the three-year-old who had her father’s dark eyes that shimmered gold under warm light, and his sombre locks, stared at the man who held her. Luca, on a usual day, would be out before she would awaken from her slumber. No wonder the baby had been startled to see the man who spent his whole day in the walls of his office.

Strings of cries from the infant called for her mother, hands wiggling towards the open door; her feet prodding into the Italian’s stomach, in hopes of getting away, “Mamma is sick, so, it’s just you and me,” Maria halted to stare deep into his eyes as if she had understood his words.

The corners of his lips curled up at the sweet sound of silence before it swirled back down at the familiar noise of crying. Not wanting the sick woman to wake up, he rapidly dashed to the window. Nudging the curtains to rest on the back of his head, he pointed at the puffy sky, “Look. A bird.”

Maria’s eyes beamed at the pigeons that flew to rest on a branch before it trailed back to her father’s face, “It’s papà. I’m sorry if I scared you,” With a heartbeat set at a normal pace, the baby finally digested the figure who practically stomped into her room. “Come on, I’m making breakfast.”

After settling down Maria who now blabbered on and on about her toys, the Italian mafioso didn’t waste time to get on with the pancakes. Cracking the egg (just as the book said), he peered onto the next line of instruction. While he proceeded to make sure that everything was in the bowl, and he had whisked, Luca couldn’t help but throw a glance towards the giggling child. In Maria’s hands were the stuffed dolls she had grown up with. She wiggled a teddy in front of a quite butchered female doll.

From the distance, he could only hear indistinct mumbling as she created a conversation between the toys. Luca couldn’t help but crack a smile. The years of him believing that having a family in such an organization was impeccably dangerous had been thrown out of the window. It might’ve been dangerous, but he would always be there.

The man had already cranked up the gas and prepared the first pancake. It did not look appetizing at all. The sides were frayed, plastered with blotches of black colouring. Not poisoning my child today. With a flip, the crunching sound of the failure meeting with the trash bag crinkled into the air. Pouring the batter, the pan sizzled at the cooling sensation, “Papa. Full.”

Maria pointed. Luca’s face fell. The one thing he had dreaded, he would have to face. It was sooner or later. Even though he had discarded the pancake, and he had paced towards the infant with a very fake smile in hopes of comforting her, there was nothing but sobbing in his head. He had seen his wife do it multiple times. Luca could do it.

It’s true, Luca could do it (even he impressed himself). Anyone could. But, could everyone successfully insert the pin to secure the cotton diapers? No. Luca did it, but he had no courage in him to attempt once more. He could still feel the shivering of his finger as the skin of his thumb wrapped around the cooling metal of the pin. Maria had been somewhat cooperable.

The three-year-old had only little patience while she watched her father pierce the pin through the first layer of her diapers. However, the energetic child had sprinted off, bare for anyone to see, to scurry around the house. Luca had spent some time in chasing and coaxing the baby in wearing the diapers first.

Munching on the pale pancakes, Maria’s eyes twinkled before tearing off a bigger portion. An exasperated sigh left his lips. The familiar kiss of coldness bit into his skin. Luca glanced down in exhaustion. His neck might’ve felt like it would collapse in his work hours while he jotted away on papers, he couldn’t help but feel his muscles plead for a merciful, brief death. The sight of his shirt glued onto his skin where the water splashed out of the bath, added a block of the feeling ‘drained’.

While the infant gingerly bit into the slices to get the full taste, Luca slithered into his bedroom. The man practically melted into the floor at the sight of his gazing wife, “How do you do this?”

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rjhpandapaws · 3 years

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A Hand in the Matter

Ch7: Adventures in Interior Decorating

Tina eyed Gavin suspiciously as she leaned on the bar. Normally they would be doing this on a Friday rather than a Wednesday, but for once Gavin had plans for the weekend. So it was either move the "gays night out" as Tina called it up a bit, or not have one this week. Tina was not exactly pleased with the change of plans since she was working early the next day. Setting her beer glass down she spoke.

"So let me get this straight," she started and leaned into Gavin, not even laughing at what would normally be a joke between them. "You moved our night out up two fucking nights into the work week because you're going to spend the weekend with some guy named Richard. Helping him remodel his apartment or whatever, but you're not sleeping with him."

"Tina, my answer isn't going to have changed from the last three fucking times you asked me," Gavin replied with an exasperated sigh. "We aren't sleeping together. He's just a friend."

"So was Allen. Until he wasnt," she said sitting back like she had made some kind of point.

Gavin rolled his eyes, "Richard is different, its not like that with him. I see him a bit like I see you."

"That's a lie. You've never adjusted your schedule to help me remodel."

"Tina, you haven't remodeled anything." Gavin pointed out, "I think you've had enough for the night, let's settle the tab and call it."

Tina seemed like she was going to argue for a moment before she nodded. She stood, needing a moment to regain her footing before walking to the end of the bar to pay. Gavin followed suit.

When they were outside the bar waiting on their respective rides. Tina for her girlfriend and Gavin for his Uber.

Tina took a deep steadying breath before speaking, "just... be careful okay? I know I don't know him, but I just don't want to risk seeing you back in a place like you were after Allen."

"I know T." Gavin said straightening up off the wall, "you're just looking out for me. I respect that."

She nodded as a familiar car pulled up to the curb and she lifted a hand to wave at him, "Good night Gav."

"Yeah, you too." He returned the wave and watched her go.

She had always been that way, looking out for him and at least trying to protect him. He understood the warning. The no feelings involved arrangement with Allen had collapsed in on itself when Gavin went ahead and caught feelings, and Allen hadn't. The fight that happened after ended their friendship and left Gavin in a bad way for quite a while. Tina had been left to pick up the pieces and be damage control. Her suspicion of Richard, although misplaced in Gavin's opinion, came from a well meaning place.

The weekend crept up on Gavin, and it was Friday afternoon before he knew it. He was running around his apartment like a madman, packing all of the things he might need for a weekend at Richard's place. It would be his first time there since Richard's panic attack as well as his first time there as an invited guest. Tina would come by twice a day to check on Frankie. The cat in mention was watching him from her cat tower. He reached up to pet the mildly overweight black feline.

"I'll be back in a couple days," he said in a voice one might use for children, "be good for your aunt Tina okay?"

She leaned into his hand before he pulled away and picked up the duffle bag. He made sure he had his keys and his phone before heading down to the parking lot. This weekend was kind of a big deal for Richard as well. He'd never had anyone stay over at his apartment before, and on top of that they would be remodeling it. Trying to make it into a place that Richard could feel at home in rather than trapped. When Gavin arrived at his bike he sent Richard a text.

Gavin: Getting ready to head your way. Need me to pick anything up on my way over?

Tall Phcker from Psych: No. Not that I can think of.

Gavin: Alright, see you soon.

He strapped his bag to his bike, with it situated safely he put his helmet on and got on the bike himself. He left the complex and made his way to Richard's. He was looking forward to the weekend, hanging out with Richard was always a good time. Something that was as important to Richard as this was bound to be the same. Gavin parked as close to the building as he could. He still had to go up the stairs to get to Nines's apartment, he was not packing his bag across a fucking parking lot on top of all that.

Gavin got off the bike, took his helmet off and unclipped the duffle bag. He slung it over his shoulder and headed for the stairs. He sent another text before heading up.

Gavin: on my way up to you

Tall Phcker from Psych: ok. The door is unlocked.

Gavin tucked his phone away and began his treck up the stairs. It probably would have been smarter to use the elevator, but Gavin only knew how to find the apartment from the stairs. It was the fifth unit from the end on the left from this direction, and he didn't know how many from the elevator it was. Like last time, Gavin was fighting for his breath when he got to the top.

Gavin opened the door and took his shoes off, putting them on the bottom shelf of the slate grey shoe rack Richard had bought online. It was the first personal touch he'd added to the place, and the thing that had started all of this. Straightening up he smiled at Richard.

"Where do you want this?" He asked gesturing to the bag on his shoulder.

Richard looked up from where he was getting something out of the fridge and pointed to the couch. Gavin made his way to the couch and set the bag down, he stretched before squatting down and digging through it. He made a sound of victory when he came away what he was looking for, he smiled and hid the small box behind his back as he walked back toward the kitchen. On the counter were two glass bottles of old fashioned soda, the same kind that Gavin usually had at his place.

"Thanks." Gavin said accepting the bottle that was slid across the island toward him, "I got you something, a bit of a housewarming gift."

Gavin set the hastily wrapped gift on the island and slid it toward Richard. He grabbed the bottle and popped the cap off with practiced ease. Richard was careful as he unwrapped his gift, looking like he was trying to avoid tearing the wrapping paper. He got to the nondescript box and looked at it for a long moment before opening it just as carefully. He took out the white porcelain mug, turning it over in his hands until he got to the text. 'Silence is Golden' was printed in light blue cursive script. He set the mug down carefully, looking at him with one of the biggest smiles Gavin had ever seen on him.

'Thank You.' He signed, 'I Love It.'

"I'm glad," Gavin took a drink from the cool soda, finding refreshing after his trip up the stairs. "I saw it in the campus bookstore and thought you might like it."

Richard took a drink from his own bottle while Gavin picked up the trash from the counter trying to minimize the clutter. He left the mug alone, Richard could decided what he wanted to do with it.

"What's the plan for tonight?" Gavin asked heading for the livingroom figuring Richard would follow him to the couch, "online shopping, actual shopping, relaxing, or getting started on changing around the place?"

Richard sat beside him on the couch in his usual proper posture, stiff and rigid in comparison to Gavin who looked like he'd been poured onto it. Richard tapped his fingers along the bottle in his hands as he thought about it. This whole thing was a big decision for him. Gavin would give him as much time as he needed for his choice.

Eventually Richard set his bottle down and began signing, stopping then restarting several times before letting out an annoyed sigh. He picked up his phone choosing to type out his thoughts instead. Gavin's signing was slowly getting better, but he wasn't fluent and his understanding was hit and miss still.

Tall Phcker from Psych: could we stay in tonight? Relax and maybe look at things online?

Tall Phcker from Psych: I don't think I'm ready to do much else yet.

"That's perfectly fine." He turned on the TV switching it over to something they didn't have to invest much attention in, "we'll only do what you're comfortable with."

That was how they spent the afternoon, scrolling through online furniture stores. Richard made a list of what he wanted to get and colors he hoped to find them in. It was hours later when they were pulled from the moment by Gavin's empty stomach growling out its discontent.

'Food?' Richard signed with an amused shine to his eyes.

"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea." Gavin said with a chuckle of his own, one hand pressed firmly over his abdomen to muffle any further noises, "you in the mood to cook or is it a take out kind of night?"

Richard answered by pulling up a deliver app on his phone. He picked an Italian place, put in his order before handing the phone off to Gavin. He looked over the menu ordering food for himself and passing the phone back to Richard so he could add something else if he wanted before placing the order.

They took a break when the food arrived, setting it up on the coffee table. It was nice and comfortable, like the evenings they sometimes spent at Gavin's place. This was a nice feeling. They stayed like that well into the night. Passing notes like little kids until it was late enough in the that Gavin felt like he was going to collapse into the coffee table from his place on the floor. He yawned so widely that his jaw cracked and spoke aloud for the first time in hours.

"So how are we doing this Nines?" He rubbed at his face to try and wake up more, considering as conversations tended to require more brain power than he currently possessed.

'You Take Couch. I Take Bed.' Came the reply before Richard began cleaning up the coffee table. Right, they still had to move that.

Gavin helped as well, throwing out the garbage while Richard packed up and put away the left over food. Despite it being Richard's livingroom rather than Gavin's, they still moved as a unit to clear the living room for the pull out bed. When that was done, Richard stepped back observing the room, this was another change for him, but from what Gavin could see he was taking it well.

They took turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed. When Gavin finally got to bed he pulled put his phone to check his messages. He had a few from Tina.

Pocket Police: we could be out drinking now but you have other friends apparently

Pocket Police: don't do anything we wouldn't do

Pocket Police: Frankie misses you

Gavin: we'll have the normal schedule back soon. You know I still love you

Gavin: we won't. I miss Frankie too

Gavin: good night T

Pocket Police: night Gav

He set his phone on the armrest and rolled onto his side. The excitement of the day had drained him and sleep was quick to pull him under. Gavin slept soundly and well into the morning. Waking only when he heard movement from the kitchen. Whoever was there was trying to keep quiet.

It took Gavin's slowly waking brain a long moment to recognize he wasn't in his own apartment. He sat up and stretched, after rubbing the sleep from his eyes he made his way into the kitchen. Slowly being coaxed to life by the smell of coffee. A good way to start a busy weekend, or, any weekend really.

"Good morning Richard," Gavin mumbled around a yawn. "How did you sleep?"

'Good Morning,' he signed back. 'I Slept Fine.'

They were pleasantly quiet after that. Gavin wasn't exactly much of a talker or much of a functioning human before his first cup of coffee. He wasn't grumpy, he just wasn't talkative because it was too much effort. Last night they had come up with a plan of attack for the weekend. Today was a shopping day, and tomorrow they would get things set up.

When the coffee finished brewing Richard reached up into the cabinet grabbing a mug for Gavin, and took the one Gavin had brought him yesterday for himself. Gavin was happy to see him use it. Richard poured Gavin's first, sliding it to him and then pointing to the fridge. Gavin nodded his thanks and stepped that way, setting his mig down on the counter beside it. He opened the door doing a bit of digging around before he came away with what he was looking for: Carmel flavored coffee creamer. He was being silently judged by Richard as he added what his counterpart referred to as a criminal amount of cream to his coffee before returning the bottle to the fridge. He took a long drink as he turned to face Richard.

"That's some good coffee," Gavin joked, grinning when he saw Richard wrinkle his nose in disgust.

'You Monster,' was signed back at him, though there was no heat to it.

The easy silence settled over them again as they drank their coffee. Richard was looking out the livingroom window, and Gavin was looking over what he could see of the apartment from his place by the fridge. Having the pull out bed open helped the place look more lived in. It felt more alive, the way a home should.

When they were ready to go they met in the entry way, grabbing what they would need before heading out. They would be taking Richard's car because heavy shopping and motorcycles didn't mix well. Gavin in all honesty was pretty excited. He'd never gotten to see Richard in an environment that one if not both of them had some control over. This would be a learning experience for the both of them.

Richard's car was a light grey Toyota model that Gavin didn't recognize. The inside, as he expected, was spotless. Richard played music from his phone as they drive toward the shopping district. Richard had a system in place, specific stores he wanted to look at. Gavin was coming along to translate as needed and for moral support. Even though he was more or less just along for the ride, he was still looking forward to it. They arrived at the first store on the list and Richard found a place to park turning off the car.

'Ready?' Richard signed at him.

"Yeah," Gavin unbuckled and got out of the car, "are you?"

Richard nodded and got out as well. They walked into the store, it had a relatively open floor plan. One half was furniture and the other half was trinkets and decorations meant for livening up they came to call home. Richard wandered through the store to satisfy his curiosity. He picked things out as he went, some from the list, some not. Gavin grabbed a few things as well, for his place and Richard's. Every stop they made went in similar fashion, Richard roaming for curiosities sake and picking things up as he went. There was one more place they wanted to stop at, to see if it had the specific set of shelves that had been alluding them all day. Richard had picked out two similar ones for the office, but wanted this specific one for his room. They had it bookmarked online in case they couldn't find it while they were out.

The building was massive. Gavin would be surprised if they didn't have what Richard was after. They wandered around, not quite aimlessly, but it didn't seem like they would find what they were after here either unfortunately. Gavin was about to voice as much and suggest they call it a day, when someone spoke up from the other side of Richard. It scared them both, though Gavin was the only one to jump.

"Can I help you and your..." the sales clerk paused, searching for her words as she looked between Gavin and Richard, "partner find anything specific?"

Richard froze for a long while, seeming like he was trying to compose himself. Genuinely confused. He picked his hands up to sign, restarting a number of times before giving up altogether and shooting Gavin a desperate pleading look.

"Oh, uh. No. We're alright thanks." Gavin stumbled over his words in his flustered rush to get them out. It seemed to do the trick though since the sales clerk retreated and they were once again left on their own.

They just stared at each other for a long while. Gavin cracked first, smiling and then breaking into laughter when the awkwardness passed leaving only amused embarrassment in its wake. Richard was smiling, amusement shining in his eyes. What a fucking day.

"Let's head back." Gavin suggested when he had enough control over his air intake to talk again, "we can pick up some food on the way back. Then order the shelves when we get back to your place."

Despite the laugh they'd had about it earlier, Gavin found himself paying more attention to his proximity to Richard the rest of the day. They had a good laugh about it again over dinner, Richard delighting in it now that the initial awkwardness had passed. Gavin did as well, it was funny looking back. That was how the evening went. The two of them talking and having a good time until they were too tired to keep up right.

'Okay,' Richard signed as he stood. 'Bed Time.'

They had been smart enough to clean uo their dinner mess beforehand this time. After Gavin finished his nightly routine he laid down and pulled out his phone to check in with Tina.

Gavin: you'll never guess what happened today!

Pocket Police: something funny i take it

Gavin: Richard and I got mistaken for a couple today

Pocket Police: how did that go

Gavin: we've been having a good laugh about it

Gavin: just thought I'd let you know

Gavin: night T

Pocket Police: sleep well

Once again Gavin woke up to Richard in the kitchen and roused with less confusion than the day before. He stretched and made his way to the kitchen, following the smell off coffee. The same mugs as yesterday were out on the counter, clean and ready to be used.

"Morning." Gavin mumbled, just this side of coherent as he leaned against the counter, "today's the day. Are you excited?"

'Morning,' Richard parroted with a smile. Ever the fucking morning person. He nodded in answer to Gavin's question knowing that this would be the extent of the conversation until he got coffee into his system.

They didn't have as solid of a plan of attack for today, no lists to follow, just the general goal of getting the place into a state Richard was comfortable living in. Gavin's first order of business after he'd gotten coffee into his system was to clean up the livingroom since it had been his home the past couple of days. After that he would go wherever Richard needed him.

The coffee finished and like yesterday Richard poured both mugs then slid Gavin's toward him. Gavin added cream to it and then took a drink letting out a content hum. Richard let out an amused sound and rolled his eyes lifting his mug in a mock toast.

"Look. One of us can't function before eleven in the morning." Gavin complained between drinks of coffee, "its not my fault you can't wake up at a normal time."

'Waking Up Afternoon Not Normal.' Richard signed, and then had the nerve to fucking wink. God damn morning person.

"Richard. Its the weekend." Gavin remarked, gesturing with his free hand, "its practically against the law to wake up early on the weekend."

'Yet Here You Are,' he signed like he was making a point. 'Awake Early Sunday Morning.'

"Okay, no need to be so damn smug," Gavin said with a tired laugh, "you've made your point."

'Have I?' He signed with a faint smile along with a raised eyebrow.

Gavin flipped him off for lack of a better argument. Richard rolled his eyes again, but they were alight with amusement, and Gavin had a smile of his own to match. After he finished his coffee he cleaned his cup out and set it on the dish mat to dry.

"Alright, I'm going to start by cleaning up my shit from the livingroom," Gavin gestured in the direction of the couch. "Then where do you want me?"

'My Room.' Richard responded, finishing his own coffee and going through the same motions as Gavin.

Gavin made his way to the livingroom, packing up his mess and putting his things back into his duffle bag. Next he took the sheets and blanket off the pull out and stepped into the bathroom with the bundle of fabric. He set it down and opened the washing machine, he untangled the mass of blankets and loaded them into the machine. With that done he went back out to the livingroom and set about putting away the pull out bed. Doing it by himself wasn't a pleasant experience, but Richard was busy and Gavin didn't want to bother him. With the bed finally tucked away and the couch cushions back in place, the last thing that needed to be replaced was the coffee table which he handled with ease.

Having finished in the livingroom he turned and headed down the hall, stopping in the bathroom to check the laundry he had set to run. Making his way to Richard's he knocked on the doorframe before stepping inside.

"What," Gavin started from a few feet into the room, "are you doing?"

Gavin felt that it was an appropriate question since he'd come in to find one of Richard's closet doors halfway disconnected from the frame with said man sitting on the floor presumably trying to finish the job. Richard looked over his shoulder at Gavin and seemed quite proud of himself. He freed a hand from whatever he was doing to the bottom of the door and gestured to the whole of it like that somehow explained everything.

"Okay," Gavin continued, acting as though he understood this impromptu round of charades, "and you're taking the door off its hinges because why exactly?"

Richard let out a sigh that was just this side of annoyed. He moved so that he was facing Gavin, 'I Do Not Like Noise They Make. Help Me.' He emphasized the last bit by pointing at Gavin and then to the remaining door.

"You have a plan of what you're gonna do once they're off?" Gavin asked moving to the other door, he leaned against it and looked at his companion.

'No,' he paused to consider something, 'Do Not Want Them Here.'

"We'll figure it out I guess," he straightened up, "you got anything to make this easier or are we just gonna brute force it."

Richard reached back behind himself and came away with a screwdriver that he held out to Gavin. He took it with a nod of thanks, and turned to get to get to work assuming Richard was doing the same. He'd figured they'd get to this eventually, but if he had known they'd be doing this today he would have asked Tina if he could borrow her truck instead of bringing his bike over. But it was what it was, he could always ask her later.

The doors took a bit of time to get off the frame, and with no way to remove them from the apartment they settled for putting them away in the bathroom closet for the time being. While he was in there Gavin switched the laundry over. The shelves they had ordered wouldn't arrive for another week or so but they got everything else for Richard's room set up.

The room came away with a color palette of bright light blue and a dark matte grey. Gavin liked how it came out, it suited Nines pretty well in his opinion. They moved on to the office next, adding the shelf sets that Richard had picked out. One became designated for books and paperwork, and the other for office supplies and a couple of decorative trinkets. One of those being a porcelain statue of Lucky Cat that Gavin had picked out.

He let Richard do the bathroom himself. The livingroom came next and was by far the most fun. They'd bought some decorative pillows for the couch but apparently decided that a pillow fight would make better use of them. Which was how Gavin found himself backed against the wall with Richard throwing pillows at him with a surprising amount of strength.

"Okay! Okay!" Gavin called in surrender between bouts of laughter, "I'm sorry for smacking you with that pillow, even if you deserved it."

Richard finally relented, accepting Gavin's albeit shitty apology. Gavin began picking up the pillows on the floor around him placing them on the couch. Adding the one he had bought that had "fuck off" stitched into it in cursive purple thread to a spot where it could easily be seen as a finishing touch.

"There, its perfect." Gavin said looking over at Richard with a satisfied smile, "home sweet home."

Richard was wearing his equivalent of Gavin's smile, just smaller but no less genuine, 'Home Sweet Home.'

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Mini Fanfic #652: A Bit of an Unexpected Introductions (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

12:50 p.m. at the Sidewalks of Smash Town......

Kyoko: (Sitting Next to her Girlfriend and Boyfriend While Looking Up at the Blue Sky) You guys ever thought about what kind of cloud you want to be?

Misako: (Turns to Kyoko With a Confused Look on her Face) The hell kind of question is that?

Kyoko: Just a bit of curiosity is all. For instance, I would like to be a pink, puffy cloud.....(Eyes Suddenly Starts to Glitter in Joy) Filled with Cotton Candy~

Dark Pit: Bright and sweet....(Smirks Playfully at Kyoko) It's perfectly describe you already.

Misako: (Nodded in Agreement) Yep.

Kyoko: (Starts Blushing While Giggling Softly) D'awww~ Thanks, you guys~ Now it's your turn, Misako. What's cloud you wanna be like?

Misako: ('Psh') I dunno. I guess....Mines would be.... purple and junk?

Dark Pit: (Chuckles Lightly) Real original, babe.

Misako: (Pouts at Dark Pit) Well, what about you, Mr. Smartass? What would your cloud would be if mines are sooooooo original?

Dark Pit: Simple. Mines would black and dark, which could shoot out killer lighting storms and everything.

Misako: Dark a.d fierce.....Yeeeup. That's definitely you in a nutshell.

Dark Pit: (Nodded Proudly) ('Hmph') Damn right.

Kyoko: That maybe true, buuuuuuut there is one feature of that cloud of yours that is missing.

Dark Pit: Which is......

Kyoko: (Smiles Brightly) It's cuteness~ (Gives Dark Pit a Big Kiss on the Cheek) ('Mmwaaah')

Dark Pit: (Gives Kyoko a Deadpinned Look on his Face While Blushing) Seriously?

Kyoko: Yes, seriously! You are our adorable edgy angel boi after all~

Misako: (Starts to Smirk Playfully) I gotta agree with our girl on this one, babe. (Begins to Pull on Dark Pit's Cheek) Cuteness is an important factor for your "Black and Dark" style of a cloud~

Dark Pit: H-Hey! Knock that shit off already!

Misako: Not a chance, angel boi-

?????: Pitto-san?

The trio couple stops what they were doing, look up, and see it was none other than Ren and Makoto staring down at them in a bit of a surprise manner.

Ren: Is that you?

Dark Pit: (Crap.) In the flesh.

Makoto: Who are those two girls you are sitting with?

Kyoko: You know those two, Pitto-Kins?

Dark Pit: (Sighs as He Gets up From the Bench) Didn't think I would do this so soon, but...(Turns to the Girls and have his Hand Pointed at the Couple Behind Him) Girls, I wanna Introduce you to my older brother, Ren, and his girlfriend, Makoto.

Ren: (Wave his Hand Up at Misako and Kyoko) Hey.

Makoto: (Bows at the Girls) Please to meet the both of you.

Dark Pit: (Turns to the Couple) And guys, I like you two meet Misako and Kyoko...(Takes a Bit of a Deep Breath) My girlfriends.

Ren/Makoto: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprised) (Girlfriends!?)

Misako: (Got Up from the Bench with Kyoko and Wave) 'Sup.

Kyoko: (Happily Waves at Ren and Makoto) Hello!~ (Turns to Ren) So you're really Pitto-Kins big brother?

Ren: (Tries His Hardest Not to Burst Out Laughing at the Nickname with a Straight Face) Adopted Big Brother. But we're still family nonetheless. (Puts out a Playful Smirk at the Trio) So I take it you two girls are responsible for sweeping Pitto-Kins here off his two feet of love, am I right?~

Kyoko: (Happily Nodded) Yep!~ He's our precious edgy angel boi after all~

Makoto: (Already Intrigued) Oh really?~ (Begins to Smirk Playfully as Well) Well, if it's no problem, would you two mind telling us when and how the both of you met our "edgy angel boi" here?~

Dark Pit: (Glares and Silently Growls at Ren and Makoto, Hoping they Would Get the Message to Shut Up Already)

Misako: Well, if you must know, the three of us first met in Oct-

Kyoko: ('GASPS') MISAKO!!

Misako: (Turns to Kyoko) What?

Kyoko: It's already five minutes close to one!!

Misako: (Takes a Look at her Phone at Eyes Widened Once She Sees the Time on the Screen) Holy shit. You're right. (Turns to Rest of the Gang Behind Her) As much as we would love to stay and chat, we gotta get back home fast.

Kyoko: Young & The Restless is about to start at any minute! We can't be late!!

Dark Pit: (Rolled his Eyes) You guys still watch that low tier trash?

Kyoko: (Glares at Dark Pit Intense While Grabbing Him By the Collar) HEY! Don't you DARE insult that romantic masterpiece, mister!! YOU GOT THAT!?

Dark Pit: Okay! Okay! I won't insult it anymore! I promise!!

Kyoko: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Letting Go of Dark Pit's Collar and Smiles Brightly) I'm glad we have an understanding Pitto-Kins!~ (Kiss Dark Pit on the Cheeks Again)

Dark Pit: (Starts Blushing) Y-Yeah...No problem...

Misako: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright. We're about to head off. Be sure to text us when you get back home, 'kay?~

Dark Pit: Will do. Be safe out there.

Misako: You too, babe. (Kisses Dark Pit on the Lips Before Sprinting Away with Kyoko) See ya.

Kyoko: (Wave Goodbye to her Boyfriend While Sprinting) We Loooooove Youuuu!~

Dark Pit: (Waves Back at the Girls) Love you idiots too!~ (Turns to Ren and Makoto, Who Are Still Smirking at Him) ('Sigh') Alright. Get all your dumb questions out of your systems now....

Makoto: Pitto-san! Why didn't you tell us you got yourself two girlfriends?~

Ren: Let alone dating at all?~

Dark Pit: (Rolled his Eyes) I was planning on telling you guys about them sooner, but apparently the universe has other plans....

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) And it definitely shows.

Makoto: So how exactly did you three met?

Dark Pit: We met two in a half months ago. I was walking by, minding my own business, when the girls was getting rallied up by a bunch of jocks and preppy guys. So I decided to help them out.

Makoto: (Being Hopefully) By having a calm and nonviolence conversation among each other?

Dark Pit: By kicking all of their sorry asses to the group.

Makoto: Oh. Figure you would say something like that.....

Dark Pit: Yeah, well, they started first, sis. So afterwards, we decided to hangout, get to each other a lot more than I thought we would at the time and then eventually, we....(Starts Blushing a Little) Decided to start a three way relationship with one another.

Ren: That's sweet and all, but...How exactly did you ended dating two of them at the same time?

Dark Pit: Well, during our time together, they both told me that had feelings for me and want me to choose between the both of them. And honestly, that was pretty much the most hardest decision I've gotten myself into in my entire life.

Makoto: Seriously?

Dark Pit: Yep. I mean...On the one hand, you got Misako, who's tough, witty, can kick ass on her own, and is pretty cool to hangout with, despite her smartass remarks. And on the other hand, you got Kyoko, who's overall cuteness could literally rival that to Kirby's. I'm not even kidding on that statement. So, instead of choosing, I made up a third option and told them that I want to date the both of them. And....to my surprise, they.... actually agree to it. But not like....right away. It was after they confessed their feelings to one another first, since they're best friends since kindergarten and everything. And after all of that, we all became a couple.

Makoto: Awww~ That's actually really sweet, Pitto-san. We're glad it worked out for you three in the end.

Dark Pit: So.....Does this mean that you approved in our relationship?

Ren: (Smiles Softly) Yeah. I mean, we have been since the moment you introduce us to them. (Chuckles Lightly) We could already tell that those two are perfect matches for you.

Makoto: (Smiles Brightly) And all it really matters to the both of us is that you three are happy with another. But, if you like, Ren-Ren and I could give you some pointers of being in a relationship.

Ren: You know, since we're a power couple and all.

Dark Pit: You mean like an old married couple?

Makoto: (Blushes Herself) S-Somthing like that.....

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Smiling a Little) Well, either way, I'm.... kinda thankful for you guys.

Ren: No thanks are necessary....(Smirks Starts Forming on his Face) Pitto-Kins.

Dark Pit: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock Once He Heard that Nickname) What did you just call me?

Ren: Oh nothing. Just your nickname. What was it again?.....Ah. I know. Pitto-Kins.

Dark Pit: No...(Slowly Starts Glaring at Ren) No. No. Nono. No. No! We are NOT doing this right now, Ren!

Ren: Doing what? Giving you a taste of your own medicine? Need I remind you all of the times you called me "Ren-Ren"?

Dark Pit: What the hell are you.... EVERYONE CALLS YOU THAT!?

Ren: Yeah, but more or less, they have privileges to do so. You, on the other, kept calling me that out of spite.

Dark Pit: ('Groans im Annoyance') Whatever. All i know is that you, are NOT allow to call me that! Only Kyoko and sometimes Misako can do so!

Ren: You say that. But when I tell the whole gang about it at the mansion, you're gonna wish you kept it a secret sooner.

Dark Pit: (Got up Into Ren's Face) You wanna go right now, Joker Boy?

Ren: I like to see you try, you little Edgelord-

Makoto: That's enough! (Pulls her Boys Away from One Another) Both of you, no fighting on my watch, understand?

Ren/Dark Pit: (Points at One Another) But hr started it-

Makoto: (Immediately Gives the Duo the Cold, Old Fashion Niijima Glare) Boys.....

Ren/Dark Pit: (Sweating Bullets in Fear Before Sighing in Defeat) Yes, ma'am.... We're sorry.....

Makoto: (Smiles Brightly While Placing Both of her Around Ren and Dark Pit's Backs) Good. Now, how about we head back home already? I'm pretty sure everyone is wondering where we are right now.

Ren: (Shrugged) Fine by me. (Turns to Dark Pit) What do think, kid?

Dark Pit: (Shrugged) Eh. Let's go home already.

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#super smash ultimate #river city girls #dark pit #misako #kyoko #ren amimaya #makoto nijima #lots and lots of fluff here #cute romance #dark pit x misako x kyoko #ren x makoto #shumako #have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that

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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Part 1 - Eisuke Ichinomiya Route (up to Proposal Epilogue)

This is my next guilty pleasure game lolol. Honestly, the premise of the heroine getting sold in an auction and being bought/saved by one of the dodgy rich guys makes it a dubious premise, but I love this kinda "trash"🤣 Eisuke seems like one of the most popular Voltage guys so I do want to see him in sequels haha, and yes, I already played the main story since it was free on the app, but I've kinda forgotten it, so I'll refresh my memory by playing it on the Switch again haha. I also bought My Forged Wedding and Our Two Bedroom Story so yay, more to come~ hahaha. I hope to also buy Scandal in the Spotlight and Kings of Paradise (when it comes out and goes on sale XD) when I'm done with others so yep, lots of Voltage stuff coming I guess hahaha.

I always feel sorry for the heroine that Eisuke makes her run to him within 5 minutes when he calls her, like dudeee, that's ridiculous. Anyway, it's nice that he's teaching her stuff so she's not just his toy to use. I remember finding it hilarious how Eisuke planned to use Soryu as the next "sacrifice" from the beginning and have Carolina fall in love with him instead🤣 She's very tame and silly for an Italian mafia boss' daughter but I guess we should feel blessed about that lol. Even though a lot of the things Eisuke does is questionable, it's nice to know that his reason for being involved in all this underground stuff is because he's searching for his little sister that he got separated from when their parents passed away and they were adopted by different families. It's interesting to think that Eisuke wasn't born a rich boy and actually worked very hard to get where he is now in repayment to the Ichinomiya family but also because I'm sure all this power helps him get more connections to hopefully find his sister one day. I think it's really cute how much he's opening up to the heroine now, but I kinda feel sorry for her in a sense that when Takahiro (her boss) and her finally have a nice thing going on, she's falling for Eisuke.

To be honest, their "love" is rather questionable considering how it's mostly just the heroine listening to everything he says, caring about him, whilst he uses her for what he needs to do and then kinda warms up to the idea of her staying with him and enjoys it. I mean, he barely let her go out and always called her back for trivial things lol. So yeah, even though he's "nice", I find it difficult to accept him, but I guess hopefully the sequels might change that since there's so many haha. I appreciate him trying to protect her though, it's nice to see those rare moments he shows how much he cares about her. I have to say though, that dramatic ending where the heroine picks between Takahiro and Eisuke is so... weird lol, kinda cringy loll. Anyway, let's see His PoV! Honestly, His PoV was nice but doesn't really add that much to what we already knew tbh, like I guess you can see his thought process for the important events, but yeah doesn't really feel like I read anything haha. The epilogue was nice mainly because he FINALLY got rid of all his groupies, like geez, took him a while considering his intolerance for such women who follow him around all the time lol, but the highlight was definitely the heroine getting him to honestly tell her that he loves her. I think it really helps how she always voices to Eisuke what is important to her, and he in turn understands that it's important to her so he listens and reciprocates, it's pretty sweet.

I'm glad Eisuke found his sister in the Season 1 Sequel. Yukari is so cute. I thought it was really nice how the heroine understood how much Eisuke cherished the possibility of meeting his sister again, so if he's rejecting meeting her then there must be a good reason for it. It's pretty dramatic how Eisuke ended up having to save Yukari's husband's father and their wedding in order to have the father have a better opinion of him lol. I'm just happy that Eisuke doesn't have to force himself and lie about his feelings towards finding his sister again and stuff tbh, but it was kinda sad how Eisuke really didn't look for the heroine for days when she "left" him due to not being able to understand his attitude towards Yukari before everything was resolved. I have to agree with the heroine though, Eisuke is just really stubborn about not showing his feelings, but I guess he's getting better at it with the heroine so it's all good lol. I kinda find it cute how Baba was the one to tell the heroine how much Eisuke cares for her, I guess all the guys will get a chance to cheer her up and tell her different sides of him?🥲 It was cute how they visited Yukari's new home and thought about marriage~ Lmao at Eisuke just building a hotel in Dubai because her dart fell on it.

Ooh so, S2 revolves around Dubai~ Gotta feel sorry for the heroine that she nearly got killed for trespassing when it wasn't even her fault. But now she's forced to work at the Dubai hotel as a sort of "punishment" and to let her go from her crime lol. Gotta love how Eisuke just bought an island to live on here lol. Aww, it took a long time, but it's actually really cute how soft Eisuke is with the heroine. I also really like how he's pretty open with their relationship to the others. Do a lot of Japanese people really hate green peas?? I find it so funny that a lot of characters hate green peas, but I guess it's more seen as a "childish" thing haha. So yeah, seeing Eisuke try to say he hates green peas in a prideful way was adorable to say the least. Anyway, Hishikura is quiteeee dodgy and weird lol, why does he want to be an auction manager though, does that help him become the future prime minister?🤔 And I found it so silly the way the heroine "won" Hishikura and left him, like shouldn't the first thing Eisuke and them thought of was the fact that this was an illegitimate auction bid when the product (heroine) was obviously not the dancing girl that was supposed to be sold?? Why did we have to waste so much time on something so simply solved just like that?? Honestly though, I'm sure Hishikura could have made some other excuse though, but still, could they have not resolved it better and had a better reason to allow Hishikura be a part of the gang? Lol.

Sometimes I think I underestimate how much Eisuke likes the heroine, because wow, to protect her, he's willing to let people think he's "running away" from Dubai and all the troubles there, and I guess last time with Hishikura, he made it pretty obvious how important she was to him. Like, Kishi and Soryu being bodyguards for the heroine are understandable (but honestly a waste of their time lol) but I'm not sure if Hishikura, Ota and Baba are very good lol. Anyway, trust Eisuke to propose in such an unromantic way loll. Full just gave her the papers and told her to sign it loll. Anyway, I'm surprised they never had a hotel branch in London, but it doesn't matter since Eisuke can build wherever he likes lol. Wow, like I know Eisuke is selfish and the heroine is very accommodating, but I'm surprised she wasn't mad or even annoyed at all that Eisuke just took back the "proposal" and said nah, not getting married anymore since it's unnecessary. Like excuse me??? And the way the heroine knows he loves her is always just through sex lol, like c'mon heroine, sure he shows his love in many ways, but his attitude still annoys me a lot lol, it really is as if marriage is nothing to him and the heroine hasn't even told him that it's special to her because she'll become his wife. Honestly, he probably said it so she wouldn't feel pressured about it anymore (since she was undecided) but still.

Well, I was going to say Frank and his butler are kinda cute but dang lol, getting revenge for something that happened in middle school that was your own fault is pretty petty of Frank. I'll admit that Eisuke being up for auction and the heroine being auctioneer was pretty fun and interesting haha. Especially when she just started revealing everything about him to the crowd lol, but I guess that way she was able to show how deep her feelings were for him and how much she wanted them to be family instead of him just distancing himself from others and her. I'm so happy Eisuke finally proposed properly and said she'll be his family~~ Anyway, I'm disappointed that they didn't allude anything about Eisuke and London (aside from this Frank guy) when I think it would have been fun to see more about Eisuke's life back in the day instead of a random villain. For once, it was nice to see Eisuke's PoV to the marriage thing. So he suggested marriage to the heroine because he wanted to give her financial security just in case anything happened to him, and he wanted to do it in a way where she wouldn't be scrutinised by the public eye, and that's why he wanted her to be his wife so that everything would "look proper" to others. I guess I can see why he was so shocked and sad when she didn't immediately accept him haha. It was nice seeing Eisuke realise his mistake in saying he wanted to the marry the heroine but in the same breath say he didn't need a family, and understand that this was why the heroine was so hesitant. It was really nice to see Eisuke grow and straightforwardly ask Akira (his dad) why did he adopt him and whether he only cares about him because he has a talent for business. Seeing Eisuke face things he usually avoids because of the heroine's support and love makes me happy for him.

Okay, the DLCs (Scattered Cards onwards) on the Switch are too expensive so I'm not going to buy them right now hahaha😅 Overall, I'm not a fan of Eisuke tbh. He definitely got much better over the course of the seasons, but from the heroine's perspective alone, he is a bit frustrating lol, but at the same time, I'd say the same for the heroine for how silly she is lol so I guess they fit well. I think what I'm most disappointed in though is that the premise itself is really just the premise and nothing really "evolves" from it, because the following stories are really just the guys expanding the hotel and dealing with people trying to wreck that rather than stuff about auctions and bidding? I did enjoy Eisuke reuniting with his sister and learning more about how he views family, and then having the heroine make him realise that he does crave family warmth and other things, he just tries to hide it with his bad attitude lol. But yeah, otherwise Eisuke is not bad, just not my type lol, and the stories are rather cliche and bad at some points so yeah, I'd say the plot suffers more than his attitude does for me.

#kissed by the baddest bidder

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LMAO YOU ACTUALLY PUT THE TW VIOLENCE HAHAGDSHS

so the better university is in germany.. you already live in germany.. but germans aren't good as good at english lol and lemme get this straight- UNIVERSITY IN GERMANY IS- wait shit Imaooo i read that wrong, I THOUGHT IT WAS 75¢ HDJSHS like 3 quarters😭 but that's still less expensive compared to the US, 75€ is about 90$ here... i just googled it and (apparently) college is typically around $27,000 in my state (22,588€ i think lol) but wowee gee whiz. i think waiting till you’re physically there is the best decision though, just really seeing how it is, how you like it and stuff. BUT WAIT Imao i'm rereading what you said as i'm responding, but the university sounds good!! hopefully your professor isn't the one writing the english on the website Imaoo. your english is fine hdhsjsh & why are you up at 3am😭

i'm literally jumping around udhsj but no that did absolutely make sense hahah i just really enjoy talking to you & wanted to tell you what's up lol but yay we're around the same age hdhagajs

+ yes i have !!! thank you LMAO I BET YOURE NOT THAT BAD JHDJS that whole paragraph actually made me laugh. dude i could neverrr write a script where people have to act it out? lmao it would not be pretty (though i need to work on that) well if you’re not good at acting, you’re hella good at writing (I FINISHED THE ENTIRETY OF UR PETER MASTERLIST AND I AM EMPTY & I AM SCREAMING- i’ll send in another ask on my favorites and all my replies bc WAH they had such an affect on me.......... it’s not ok. like affectttt)

HAHHAA “trash garbage” yea... she was helpful in helping me get my first lead on stage but yea that school as a whole was pretty 💩 but honestly thank youuu <3 my new favorite thing? “thump them in the eye with a sharp metal rod” i think i have one in the basement LMAO

that was a joke...... i think this will also need a tw..... but all my asks are messy lmaoo- not me missing the heritage thing in the tags: that’s so cool!! i’m guessing you’ve been the england since your mom is british? knowing two languages sounds so cool😔 and you speak really good english btw (is that rude-) OOHH so you’re german bc you were born in germany but none of your blood family is german & ur mom is british? bRO that’s so cool like literally 😎 i wanna travel so bad and the UK is first on the list (probably in two years.. i do really wanna study abroad or be a foreign exchange student or something) then Jamaica (bc that’s where my mom is from and i’ve never been) and then all the pretty countries lol

have a good day/night idk lol it took me really long to write this + idk why jdhsjshsj

- lovely anon 🥰

OKAY HI OMG (I was about to say giiirrrl but i never asked for your pronouns or anything so let me know if it’s okay if i say giiiiirl in the future lol)

I saw this at 3 am and got so excited lol but my sleeping schedule has been so awful lately that I forced myself to sleep instead of replying to this 😔

Okay so... if you put it like THAT then yes, the university in germany sounds a lot better lol. But yeah like you said I won’t fully decide until I’ve actually been to university (well, it’s online but ykwim) and that starts in april and honestly i can’t wait sksjshh but yeah i’m like 90% sure that i’ll be staying here already. And yes let’s pray that it’s not one of my professors who writes the shit on the website sishshg😭

also what you said about wanting to be a foreign exchange student or studying abroad... i felt that. but even if i end up studying in germany, with my degree, you have to either do an 8week programme (program? idk) where you go to an english speaking country,,, or you do a whole semester studying abroad so i’ll probably go to england one way or another lol and i can always do my masters in the uk (if i do a masters degree i haven’t even figured out what i’m doing this year let alone in three years loll)

Also I really have to stop saying lol so often lol

Also I have to stop saying also at the beginning of every sentence lol

Also (😔) i enjoy talking to you too 👉🏼👈🏼 you don’t know how happy i get whenever i see that you sent me an askd sjsjhshshs

And yupp i used to go to england like three times a year but because of cov*d i haven’t seen any of my english relatives since 2019🥺🥲 BUT the uk is so so so nice i love London but I also love the country side and esp the north of england 🥰🥰🥰 (that’s where most of my relatives are) and yes you deffffff need to visit one day!!!!!!!

Also (also is such a good word tho sksjsh) likeee i definitely don’t think it’s rude when people say my english is good dkdhsg so thank you 😌 but if you heard me speak english irl, i don’t have a german accent or anything and i’m 100% fluent but writing like this is different because it’s like... it’s not an essay so obviously not every sentence has to be 100% grammatically correct but i always worry that, because people know english isn’t my first language (only because i’ve told them), people think my english is bad and that i’m making mistakes when really it’s normal to just.. not use 100% grammatically correct word constructions all the time if that makes sense...? (I don’t think it does 👁👄👁 this was the worst paragraph i’ve written in my life i’m SORRY ksjshs, usually i’d delete this but i feel comfortable talking to you so even if it doesn’t make sense i’m not deleting my rantssjshsh)

And yup, speaking multiple languages is (in my opinion) one of the coolest things ever, i’m fluent in english and german, i had latin from year 7-12 so even though it’s not a language that people speak anymore, learning latin was one of the coolest experiences of my life (which sounds so lame dkshshs) because obviously in all the roman languages soo many words come from latin, so sometimes when i hear/read words in languages that i don’t even speak i can tell what it means thanks to latin. I can also kindaaaaaaaa speak/understand italian (where like 90% of words are the same as in latin or even some english and german words so i never had to study the vocabulary in school skshsh) and a liiiiiiittle tiny bit of french and serbian. I know quite a few people who speak 3+ languages because a lot of my friends are the same as me and have parents who aren’t german so they speak their dad’s language, their mum’s language AND german and it’s like the most fascinating thing in the world for me

I HAVE TO STOP TALKING NOW I’M SO SORRY WHATDKSKSJSNSMHDS

And ooohhhh my mum’s best friend is from Jamaica and my mum has allllll these beautiful pictures from when they went to jamaica together when they were younger (goals)🥺🥺🥺 so i really hope you can visit one day✨✨✨ (i wanna go to jamaica too one day sksjs but i think it’s even cooler if you’re like actually jamaican obviously and it’s linked to your heritage)

OKAY THIS IS LONGER THAN SOME OF MY FICS I AM SO SO SO SORRY SKSHSBAKSKSHSJAHAHABA but i enjoy talking to you so i shouldn’t really apologise but still like what was the point of all my rambling? Nothing basically dksjsh also I feel like i keep talking about myself but idk what to say and likeee i don’t even know, so how has your life been since covid? (That’s My attempt to ask about YOU lmao tell me whatever you want about yourself sksjsh)

Okay byeee 💖💖💖💖💖

Edit: i realised i haven’t said anything about you finishing/reading everything on my peter masterlist AHSJSKKSBSBSSBSB thank you thank you thank you, sooo i can’t promise anything but i will most likely post a new fic this weekend... but idk if it’s going to be good? I randomly started writing it last night and i definitely like the plot but i’m always so insecure about my actual writing and wording but yeah... ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#lovely anon #<3 #tw violence #who even needs to put a tw for violence on a last like this 😭😭#*post #lmaodnsjshsh i love us #okay it felt so weird when i kept writing ‘mum’ bc obv i’m british and have a british accent and everything but i don’t actually call my mum #mum #i call her mama bc it’s german (and probably sounds so weird if you’re english/american)#so i’m tempted to say mom #but really i would say neither mom nor mum so... sksjsjsjhshs #oh god i’m so sorry that you have to put up with me ahahaha ily #why am i nervous ab posting this dkdksmshs #sorry there are probably 16 sentences in this post that dont even make sense

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ultraclops · 4 years

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Semi-live Blogging: Return of the Mao Mao Episodes

Before we start, is it just me or is the animation like 10x smoother than it usually is? Also like I said with Nakey, there’s a lot more good expressions too!

Lucky Ducky Mug

Adorabat drinks from sippy cup like baby

"What, Mao Mao's ridiculous mug?" says Badgerclops, holding a cheap plastic big gulp cup he probably got from the grocery store.

How did Adorabat not notice the Lucky Ducky sticker on the Aerocycle

"Don't touch it" (Badgerclops proceeds to slam the table to move it) Ah Badgerclops, ever the contrarian

I'M SORRY DID MAO MAO BLOW THE ROOF OFF OF HQ BY SCREAMING

I love the way Mao says "PROFESSIONAAAL SILENCEEE"

Badgerclops trying to make his mouth disappear and failing made me scream with laughter

Are they seriously reducing Ratarang to 'the funny lil Italian guy'? C’mon guys you’re better than this

Wait why do they think Kevin is Adorabat?? They've seen Adorabat multiple times?? "But they're both blue!" You FOOL Kevin is TEAL there's a difference

Everybody gangsta til Mao Mao's ears start speaking morse code

They're doing surprisingly good silent but it's probably not gonna be that way very long.

Thank you, Lucky Ducky Mug, for catering to my niche interest in characters with neon outlines on black backgrounds.

Mao Mao thinking: Normal thoughts

Badgerclops thinking: Musical-esque singing

Adorabat thinking: Literally just heavy metal

The Sweetypies seriously think they're just playing a really intense game of charades huh,,,

(Mao jabs BC in the stomach with the fire net) HAHA GET REKT

The scene with Badgerclops trying to give Mao Mao Penny's mug is the funniest shit in the world I couldn't stop laughing...or maybe I'm just sleep-deprived

So the Sky Pirates are so similar compared to the Sheriff's Dept. that they can think perfectly in sync? That's cool

SKY PIRATES SONG SKY PIRATES SONG

Why is Snugglemagne throwing a random tea party & why did he only invite the Sheriff's Dept.

Yep there goes the plan. Both of their plans.

Am I going crazy or did the skin on Mao Mao's mouth tear apart like it was sewn shut?! Also yay they're talking again

"It's not gonna stop charging, so I'm just gonna let it explooode..." Mood

"What about the mega laser tube made by mega Losers?" Fsfhkfh

Hey, everyone learned something new from this experience! Are the Sky Pirates gonna try that Hive Mind tactic from now on?

Awww, they fixed his mug with gold - GOD DAMN IT I KNEW THERE WAS A CATCH!!

Lonely Kid

(Sighs) ...I said (SIGHS)

"I literally can't relate to that problem at all." says Badgerclops, who joined a gang because he wanted people to like him.

Shin just dropped off Mao Mao at a summer camp and expected him to make friends? Why does this feel like the plot of Camp Camp

I'm sorry the Mao clan has a freaking PARTY AERO-BUS??

NOO GERALDINE

That BGM is DEFINITELY an extended version of "I Love You, Mao Mao" and I want the lyrics NOW

So Bao was literally just a stray that Mao took home?? Would make sense as to why he wasn't trained

I have a feeling the Flimborg is some sort of sacred being the townspeople worship for some reason

How in the hell did Mao tie that guy up and why didn't he bother to untie him

HOW'D HE SET THE ROCKS ON FIRE USING PAINT

"And then you become frien-" "BEES. IN THE EYES."

"Everyone knows bees are our friends!" "Uh, actually, they were wasps." "Friends to no-one!" Usually I'd agree with BC, but I read an article about someone befriending a wasp and her babies so.

So the Mao clan's just known as the "Golden Cat Family Up The Hill?" Huh. I thought they’d have more recognition, especially since Shin says he went to that same summer camp at the beginning.

Man those kids are jackasses

"Say hi to your mommy!" "I would if she was here..." Excuse me wHAT

Noo don't cry baby boi - tHEN BAO JUST TACKLES HIM ASFHDKDL

"Go away! I don't feel like laughing right now!"

Look. You can see the EXACT point Mao developed his adult personality

I know Mao Mao means well but that is gonna go terribly wrong.

"I AM A HERO! I WILL BE LOVED!!" Okay first of all OUCH, second of all THAT IS PAIN

This monster empty, YEET

Awww it was just a sweet little puppy-ish monster...and it was his BIRTHDAY

"Hi, Aunt Gloria!" (Pulls out pitchfork) BETRAYAL

He didn't feel bad about ruining the festival because he made a friend doing it I 💞💞💝💝💗💗

Thanks for that 'different times' comment cuz I don't want kids thinking being beat is normal.

"Just like you found me...and I'm your best friend!" Tbh I thought she was gonna say 'Me and Badgerclops' & that would make a lot more sense

Why are they fighting over who's his best friend they're obviously BOTH his best friends

I'm sorry did Badgerclops just call Adorabat a "little mutant"?? ARE THE SWEETYPIES MUTANTS??

Awww his friends love him sm...and he feels so loved too...💓💓💗💗💕💕

Try Hard

No one gives a shit about Pinky being kidnapped lol

"K for Copyright Infringement"

"You'll never be like me!" Oof a little harsh maybe?

"You've gotta learn to be your own kind of hero, in your own special way!" So THAT'S where it's from

"You just gotta...try hard." Hey, title drop!

Ngl the moment Mao Mao said "Badgerclops take the shot" I immediately thought of The Confession 3 by TomSka

"Up in a tree, little old me, about to do something...UGLY..." 7-year-old me sniping people on Halo 3 like

Why is he shooting them with gelatin tho? ...oh. Oh THAT'S why.

Tbh if I didn't have subtitles on I would've thought BC was saying "beep boop"

This badger and cat empty, YEET

Adorabat walking into the Skyship with only a walkie-talkie is giving me some sort of vibes...OH, Silent Hill! Or Tattletail

WHOOP HIS ASS SWEETIE

"Mao Mao would hide the body!" Very unsubtle there, wonder how it got past censors

"Ratarang, say something!" "Pasketti?" "THAT'S THE BRAT!"

Wait a sec, they can just use Badgerclops' arm to power the ship? Why didn't they try that in CapturedClops?

"Good thing my head is in here cuz I'm a-scared of heights!" Ramaraffe. Whose whole schtick is making herself taller. Is acrophobic?

"Because she's Sheriff's Department, that's how! >:3" "Also y'all tend to be pretty incompetent >X/"

Why does she keep trying to use the elevator when she can fly? Nvm she climbed up Badgerclops' arm

"Ooooh I'm also hereeee"

"JERK BUTT"

Why is the Omega Field just a bunch of broken glass? And why doesn't she just step around it?

"I can fly!" "She can fly!" "SHE FORGOT?!" Ooh that's why

"You're the best thing to ever happen to a bat like me." 💝💝💕💕💓💓

Wait she's talking through the walkie-talkie and her molts are there but she isn't there where is she?

Oh she was freeing the other two from the gelatin. No wonder Mao Mao almost threw up, it was bug flavored.

GET HIS ASS, HONEY!! ADORASLAP!!

I hope that 'Nah' means Adorabat's realized she needs to be herself instead of her just rejecting her individuality like I think it is.

Scared Of Puppets

Oh, so this takes place after Sleeper Sofa! Praying it's a fix-it episode...

"DISCARD ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T BRING YOU JOY!!" Fuckin Marie Kondo up in here

Oh no PTSD flashbacks. He's scared of them cuz one's head landed on his lap as a kid? Understandable have a nice day.

Who tf collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor then leaps back up and insists they're fine? Mao Mao, apparently.

Hairless ape? Is that what they call humans or are they something different in general?

"TAKE ALL MY MONEY!!" What did BC want an antique puppet for if he had no idea Mao was scared of them...

Mr. Din Dandalib!

"I...(eye twitch) love him too..."

IM SORRY DID HE FUCKING THROW UP OUT OF FEAR...holy SHIT

If I scared my friend and they threw up I would simply never do that again. RIP to Badgerclops but I'm different

(Badgerclops makes concrete blocks around the pothole) "Why didn't you just fill in the pothole??" "I AM TRYING MY BEST!!"

"I SIGNED YOUR DUMB CAST, NOW LEAVE!!"

...Illegal house plants? ...like marijua-

That was literally just that one video where a guy knocked out another guy in a mask jumping out of a trash can...

So it's a CPR class...AND a hair-styling class? How

I stg the moment Badgerclops walked in the door I knew he was carrying Mr. Din Danalin I SWEAR

"You're 10." "BUT I'M 6??" JFC Shin doesn't know his own son's age AND is partially responsible for his pupaphobia. And I called it on Mao Mao being six in the flashbacks

OH WIG

Can someone take the footage of the Annex exploding and add the ReviewTechUSA intro over it please

"How many Adult Learning Annexes have to be destroyed before you admit you're scared of puppets?!" is extremely funny without context

(Mao punches the wall cuz hes mad at himself for being scared) Kinkinkinkinki

How does one forget to drink milk

Oh shit the scene from the promo...

Yay he's starting to feel less scared - wait NVM it JUST STARTED TALKING??

OG SGUTVKC FGCJ OG SHKR OF DJCN JKKKKK

Oh it was just a dream - er, nightmare. FIRST NIGHTMARE SEQUENCE OF THE SERIES!

"I just gotta get my socks on...wait, I wear socks, right?" Dud e you wear NOTHING BUT A BELT...

"I KNEW SELLING THOSE HAIRLESS APE DOLLS WOULD ATTRACT DARK FORCES"

"There’s a lot of pu-" "PUBLIC DANGER"

Those puppets are alive I stg

"I'M A BIG BOI..."

Awwww she said what he told her at the beginning of the episode!

"I'M AFRAID OF PUPPETS" TITLE DROP YET AGAIN

Adorabat takes after Badgerclops sometimes I swear

Oooh shit sequel hook - oh NVM it was Badgerclops voice acting - NVM Mao Mao passed out. Dang

The Perfect Couple

Watermelon time babyyy

TRANSFORMATION TIME BABYYYY

Ah so he wanted to perfectly cut a watermelon in half, that's why he got so many?

"I need (counts on fingers) 600 more watermelons!" glad to see I'm not the only one who counts on my fingers

Why would Penny and Benny need 600 watermelons for their wedding? Also I called it on Penny & Benny being the couple

Mao Mao has to officiate the wedding? I thought priests did that

Please don’t throw up again Mao Mao

"I WILL BUY YOU A BAG TO HOLD YOUR STUFF..."

"A nondescript sack!!" Dude he just taking out the trash...

Nvm its just laundry

"I WILL TURN THIS BUSH AROUND"

Oh so THAT'S what Ramaraffe thought Kevin was Adorabat

"Why don't you buy me cake and do my laundry?" Are you implying you wanna marry Mao Mao, Badgerclops 👀

I lov Mao Mao's faces in this scene he legit looks like a bishouen anime protagonist

Nvm no transformation it's just his wedding outfit

Why did they invite Orangusnake and Boss Hosstritch to the wedding tho? What about when they hid in their moving truck and used their electricity - wait Badgerclops technically did that last one, nvm

Wait THEY DIDN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER BEFORE THE WEDDING?? What a perfect couple huh

Is Mao Mao having hallucinations just gonna be a regular thing now....

IS PENNY SERIOUSLY GONNA MARRY ORANGUSNAKE OUT OF SPITE ASFSDGFUK

Why did Mao Mao say "melons" in a Spanish accent I'm scared

"They're both terrible, so what does it matter if they get hitched or not?" They're definitely gonna change their minds now

"She lied because she wanted to protect his feelings! And he lied because he couldn't bear to hurt her!" Isn't that just the plot of The Truth Stinks?

OH SHIT HE CUT ORANGUSNAKE IN HALF HOLY FUCK

He made Orangusnake officiate the wedding as punishment lol

Why are they,,,stepping on the watermelons?? Damn right Badgerclops I'd cry over that too

"What's, uh, your credit score like?" "850. Why, is that good?" "It's perfect..." HE WANTS TO MARRY MAO MAO NOW ASDFHKL

#semi live blogging #semi-live blogging #//long post #// long post

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jardin-de-l-imagination · 4 years

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#1/?

I'm kinda planning of writing a Percy Jackson fic? So excuse my rant here of what I have planned I just kinda wanna have it written out and given some feedback hopefully before I really start. Some stuff might be triggering for some people. Including drugs, alcohol, rape, abuse, and self hate so far. Percy isn't a go happy guy, and hasn't been for awhile in the books. Btw REALLY LONG OMG.

Percy is gonna be a bit younger because I for some reason wanna have it cross over with marvel. Sorry. And ship him with Peter. Also sorry but not really.

The first changes is gonna be with Sally and a little bit of how she raised Percy. She teaches him of mythology and languages because she also knows many and knows it'll do him good because they're in the same area of where Greek is commonly used. Italian, Crotian, and Romanian, her family went around and had good taste. I wanna have Sally be a Roman legacy but I'm not sure of who just yet.

The second chapter would be his early preteens and his love/addiction of blue food. Kinda innocent and his relation of blue foods and his love for his Ma. As he grows older and Gabe gets in the picture his addiction of blue foods changes to drugs and alcohol from Gabe threatening them. He wants them to depend on them and him. The rape starts from the beginning of Gabe's relationship/marriage with Sally to be honest. Maternity rape is real and I doubt she always meant yes but would say it so he wouldn't hurt her more. He definitely would threaten the other (Sally / Percy) of harm of the other (Percy / Sally) if they were to misbehave. He'll eventually get himself out of it and help Sally recover while they're still stuck with Gabe. He goes back to loving blue food and uses it as a replacement whenever he has a craving.

The third would be his experience with school. Dyslexia and ADHD shows up right when he starts and some teachers reach out to Sally on ways to "fix him". She doesn't wanna have him depend on medication, definitely happy with that when Gabe happens, so he suffers with explaining " yes I have ADHD and dyslexia, no I'm not making it up to not pay attention" to everyone in every school he ever goes to. Some schools he has good teachers that believe him and wanna help him find ways to learn with his different types of dyslexia because of course he'll have more than what's common in a demigod. Sometimes he wouldn't get expelled from school but would have to deal with a suspension and have to find a way to hide it from Sally and Gabe. He learns better with facial reading and lying throughout these years. He'll have good relations with history, language, tech, and music teachers. Also the lunch and security and front desk people. He got along better with people older then him than people in his class.

The next might just be various moments with Gabe and his friends with either Sally saving him, one of Gabe's okay friends helping him, him turning things for the worse before he learns "the system*1", or with Gabe winning. Includes him learning how to apply makeup to hide bruises, lying about marks and cuts, how to heal stuff quicker, getting rid of smells, sewing, packing clothes tightly, and emergency numbers and places. Thoughts of running away and making things better for his Ma. Self hate and doubt of his reasons for living any longer. Decides running away would be better but he can't bring himself because he loves, is loyal to, her. That's brings MONEY MAKING. I grew up with people making money selling anything in school so he will too and will market off of this for any emergency because Gabe always takes his and Sally's money. Selling simple things like pencils and gum, later cool erasers that teachers confescated that he stole in return. Eventually he had to stop and find new ways to make money, and what's one quick way in New York? Drugs. NO!!.

*1 the system is based on what I learned growing up. If I had a good morning then I'll have a terrible night, Terrible morning then a good night. But sometimes you had to look for signs when it might just be a bad day overall. Conversations, how the person is acting (agitated, short temper, not patient), moody with everything from; lights, sounds, smells, how things are organized, nothing is good enough, privacy. The slightest thing that was good meant nothing when that person had more control of how your day would go. Of course this is my experience personally and I'ma add this in this fic.

He goes about using his talents with music to make some money. He can't risk Gabe, his friends, or even sally recognizing him so he always hides himself and would freestyle on the violin or guitar that he is able to keep at school because he's part of band. It keeps his away from home till Sally is out of work. He got into music because it was always calming to him and helps him concentrate. Sally was able to get him a chance to learn some before Gabe stopped them. Sometimes if there's a piano he'll play that too. Once he's makes money he carefully and reluctantly uses some for better equipment such as speakers and a microphone. His friendship with Peter is helpful with making it easy to bring around or stash at his place once he drops out of band or doesn't even joins his new schools band.*2. They would sometimes go out and just be dumb boys and fool around, Peter for fun and Percy for future possible survival and fun. Who can I connect with that will give me a discount? Who is less attentive of their stock? Where does the best wallets come from? Who accepts homeless and when? Libraries?

*2 this goes with my headcannon of Percy having more power, specifically pertaining to Sirens. Overall his voice is pleasing to listen to. When he's young it's nothing exceptional and are expecting someone to try and make him famous but as he grows up and sings more and gets more comfortable his voice is more smooth and silky. The mood of the songs can also affect people listening and draws people's attention and usually leads to him having people crowd around him whenever he's performing. He sometimes works with Peter with him dancing. He doesn't typically do pop songs since he likes rock music more so he'll change songs to him mood and tempo more fitting to what he enjoys.

He meets Peter when he and Sally are recovering. To disguise their time using money for drugs they'll go around walking or making up for lost time. She treats Percy as a silent thank you to a trip to the aquarium in Queens. There he meets Peter who is recovering from his traumatic friendship with Skip. They make quick friends and Sally and May and Ben make plans because they haven't seen their kid be this happy in a long time.

He becomes insomniac pretty early on even before the horrors of being a demigod. Someone once broke in their apartment and Gabe took it out on them so now he's even more sensetive to any sounds he hears at night. Either from his Ma crying, Gabe and his friends, or nightmares keeping him up. He usually sleeps under his bed because of Gabe putting his stuff on his bed and trashing his room. He'll wake up and go under the blankets when he hears Sally's footsteps coming to his room to not worry her.

Going to school is a blessing and a curse because that means no Gabe but that also means no Sally sadly. He constantly has to make a choice be happy for now? Or prepare for when that happiness goes away later. Meaning, do I hang out with Peter or do I go and make money street performing. Do I go to a school far from home so that I don't have to see Gabe but not see Sally, but that means she won't have to worry.

Once he finds out he's a demigod imagine all the self hate he gets. Any possible talents he thought he had. Anything that made him him, his love of blue, the sea, his features ( sure Sally would say he looks like his father he hoped he still had something that was from her, something that was just him ). But nope it all connects to Poseidon. Everything he likes and was confident about came from him. He wasn't anything special. He was just made to be used for their wars and fights and prophecy since they can't be involved but they don't wanna die from at the same time.

He knows of mythology with the help of his small closest group of friends and family, not what's taught at camp. He treats Medusa kinder and begs her to understand why he needs to continue and relates to her pain and apologies for what his birth father did to her. She allows him to kill her for a way to get rid of his pain Gabe. At camp he puts on a different kind of mask because he has no idea who he is at the beginning. A demigod? What the fuck?? What does that mean for him then? He's lost so he dumbs himself down. He has street smarts so he needs to get a layout of the place and the people. What's the stereotypes of groups. Who's the outliers. Where can I be me and with who. With Clarisse he hides what experience he has with fighting to seem weaker, the talk of prophecy can't be good and he didn't want anything with it. And with the talk of prophecy from the girl with blonde princess curls, and he feels used throughout their journey for a bit because this is what she wanted isn't it? To go out in the world and use her brain for better things. He's worried that she'll be like this onwards that this friendship is temporary just for her gain. Thankfully she stays. Watching his mother "die" from the Minotaur hurts him terribly because of course it's gonna be his fault that she dies. When he falls from his fight against Ecihdina and Chimera it pushes him to embracing the water side of him more and look tried gettingcontrol of it. Although the trap set by Hephaestus is rigged it doesn't push for Aphrodite to ship Percy with Annabeth. She can see he has doubt of even friendship and she stays respectful of that. Not everyone can cope with grief with romance. He meets Nico and Bianca at the casino but isn't able to pull them out. He doesn't make the connection till the next time he meets them. His loyalty brings him to the underworld wanting his mother back and his growing loyalty to the camp with the date drawing near for the solstice. He knew Hades couldn't be at fault and explaining so to him and Persephone builds his future relationship with them. His fight against Ares is helped by Posedion but also his growing anger of him wanting to endanger his friends. Luke still betrays everyone and everyone knows. He returns to his mom and Peter and life goes on.

Okay this a part one for a planning rant I'm going to sleep now

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #peter parker #percy x peter #marvel #triggers #up coming fanfic #possibly #highly likely #anyone interested?#spider man

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xhudgenssistersconfessions · 4 years

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I’m from Italy and I’m gonna share a few things since I’m reading on and hearing things that sometimes are soo wrong or fake about our situation with corona virus.

Mass graves? No. This is not happening. Right now here funerals are banned so this is how it works only close relatives can be at the cemetery for the last benediction and a pray. Sadly if the relatives live in another city they can’t even be there for the funeral so yes, people are passing away alone in hospitals and their families can’t even say goodbye. Right now there are cities in Italy that are facing too many daily deaths, the funeral home are working constantly, but as they’ve said and as some priests confirmed it takes around 30 minutes for every dead, this creates a long queue. But everyone goes in their own place in the cemetery. You can give a look to this video, only 25 seconds that even if it can be hard to watch people should see because it can make you understand how this isn’t ‘just a flu’, from Bergamo where since they didn’t know anymore where to put all the coffins that were waiting to reach the cemetery they’ve put some of them in a church www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFy9j1vtJ-4

Yes, the big blow up of cases should arrive between the end of this week and the beginning of the next one and right now some hospitals are already full, they are near to collapse, in the main hopsital in Bergamo they don’t have any more space, beds, in intensive care. Nurses and doctors and everybody else who works in hospitals are making eternal shift around 13 hours daily with basically no break. You can’t really imagine it untill it’s in your face. Right now Italy is counting over 31000 cases (and more than 16000 only in Lombardy). This is the main problem with corona virus, cases are growing too fast in a little time untill you reach a moment in which you don’t have any more security systems like face masks (sold out everywhere and the new ones that are arriving are going first to these that need them the most, to these people that are working in contact with sick people), glasses, gloves, etc beds for sick people, no more machines to keep them alive and it’s all a run against time.

People with no symptoms but positive to the test? Lost count of how many we’ve had. This is another big problem of this virus you can’t see it, and you can’t see it in some cases for days! So you can go around without knowing to have it and spread it everywhere! I mean think with how many people you can get in touch in more than 2 weeks!

Not only old people take it, in Italy there have been younger people also in their 20s, 30s that took it and sadly also children and newborns so don’t believe this big lie of only old people can get it (and also if it would be so, don’t you have a grandma or grandpa? Don’t you love them? Shouldn’t you do something to protect them from this?). And sadly some of these people that were young were/are in critical conditions. Also not only old people are in a situation of high risk, but aslo youger people who have diabet, who had to deal with cancer and the list goes on. Recently a man who was 47 passed away for the virus and he was healthy, no other conditions like diabets or cancer, nothing, still he didn’t make it, so don’t think to be safe from this virus just because of your age.

About the message that italians are the one that made the virus go all over Italy just let me tell you this little fact: Italy has been dealing with corona virus for about 3 weeks, day more day less, if I don’t rember wrong the first italian case was around the 20th february, since the very beginning we’ve been open and honest with numbers with the whole world, we never lied about how many cases, death and all. Saturday 7th March,when Italy had already some red zone and over 5000 cases, so at least 15 days after the first case in Italy, the State decide to close down all ski slopes (they should have done that before according to a lot of people) that were full of italians and people from all over europe that had arrived only a few days before so when the virus was already here and it was more than clear to the rest of the world, then on march 9th, when in the middle of the night Conte said that from the next day the red zone would have been the whole country and started talking about the whole lock down thing, all these people run off. So these people came her knowing about the virus and then went back, as fast as they could, to their country without caring about the fact that maybe at that point they were the first who helped the virus go everywhere, without even putting themself in a quarantine. Don’t blame only italians but all these people that can’t respect a few rules like don’t go out! I think we can see it everywhere now, I don’t know if people really don’t use a brain or if panic is taking all over them but in Italy when part of north Italy was announced to be in a red zone some idiots took the train from Milan in the middle of the night to go to some places in South Italy, in France people did the same and run off from Paris, in the States people run to buy eveyrthing and some videos went viral like people almost hitting each other for the last pack of toilet paper without caring about some simple rules like keep at least 1 m from everyone else, and in all this examples, just to name a few, corona virus was throwing a party! So don’t blame a person because is living in a country with the virus, blame those that can’t respect rules and don’t care about others no matter in which country they live or are from. I think it’s simple if they tell you don’t go out then stay in, if the rule is when you are out for grocery shopping or to go to work or on a bus or wherever you want stay at least 1 m from everyone else you do so.

About Vanessa’s live I honestly think that what she said was wrong, but not because she is a celebrity, but because yes everybody has to die before or later, but better later than now. Plus if you are dealing with something and your immune system it’s a mess and this virus has high chances to kill you or if someone you love like a friend, a parent or your child is the one who is in this situation hearing this, well you don’t want to. And right now passing away with corona virus means be alone untill the very end, next to you only a nurse or a doctor that still is a stranger for you. I think she simply shouldn’t have said that but this doesn’t make me hate her or wish for her career to end or anything like that. I’ll keep on supporting her as a fan as I’ve always done. Everyone has their own opinion and the fact that she is the first one that is not going out right now maybe, but just maybe, means that she isn’t underestimating the situation. To be honest I’ve seen and heard worst in the past few weeks, I mean half of our politicians here in Italy laugh off at the virus at the beginning “It’s just a flu, it won’t arrive here” and then not only they were sooooo wrong but they were the first one to be positive… I’ve seen celebrities acting like it’s all a nothing without caring, I mean the basketball player that touched all the microphones on purpose, he could have avoided it, and then was positive. But they weren’t all trashed like Vanessa, I think the fact that she, like before Kendall Jenner, were pointed out by Chiara Ferragni made people notice it more, I mean if you only search Ferragni on google now here in Italy all that comes out is Vanessa’s words. I mean she isn’t the first person on this world that said something like that so if people didn’t care about all the others they should drop down this whole thing now. Sadly since people have to stay in and they don’t know what to do, they like to hate on her more that usually, they have more time to do it. Plus people should also remember that Vanessa, just like any other celebrity, is a human and guess what a human does? Mistakes, so she did it, yes, but she also apologised so move on.

Untill July for The States? I think it’s more than possible. In Italy we’ve started around the 20th february, almost a month later we are still waiting for the highest number of cases that should be by next week according to some, by the middle of April according to others. We are on a lock down untill the 3rd of April but more than half Italy is waiting for that day for a new message that the lock down will have to go on longer because of the situation. Some doctors are talking about starting to get out of this situation not before may and for hospitals to go back to how it was all before only around july. So for The States that are just at the beginning now it could be possible. But as some doctors and researchers said it’s impossible to predict a day for several reasons, starting also from how we all act, I think we will all find it out in a few months.

All I can say to everyone is that this virus it’s not a joke,to stay safe and respect all the rules, if they ask you to stay in your own house don’t go out. If schools are closed this doesn’t mean that kids and teens can go out and meet up somewhere else, it’s easy to understand you have to stay in. Here in Italy the State had to go with total lock down because some old people weren’t getting the part of “stay in” as a caution for them, some other were taking the no schools, no works as a holiday things and wanted to go to the seaside or to ski and then teenagers, they acted like ignorant and selfish people, they were like we can only get it with some line of fever nothing more, we won’t die for it and so they were going out! Zero brain! In a few words since some people weren’t following a few rules the lock down arrived and now if you don’t respect it, don’t respect the law, you pay for your actions. Sorry Maria for the long,long,long,long text! Stay safe.

It’s all good! Hope you stay safe too as well as all of your loved ones!

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kawaiikichi · 5 years

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Caught You by Surprise, Didn’t I? (Day 2: Anniversary)

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Here is my one-shot for day two of Oumasai Week 2019!

So, today’s prompt is anniversary and I went with the obvious: them celebrating their anniversary. But, that doesn’t happen until it gets closer to the end because there ends up being some...conflict. It’s not a major conflict, though, so there’s no need to panic or anything.

I hope you guys like it! :)

Title: Caught You by Surprise, Didn’t I?

Prompt: Anniversary

Summary: Today is their four year anniversary! However, Shuichi feels that Kokichi has forgotten that their anniversary is today. Is this another one of his pranks or did he actually forget?

Warning: Cigarette usage (I don’t think it’s that big of a warning, but I’m still adding it just in case)

Continue reading under the cut!

“Wait, he forgot your four year anniversary is today?!”

Kaede nearly dropped her cup of coffee as she stared at Shuichi with wide eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what it seems like...” Shuichi trailed off.

“No wonder you didn’t want to bring it up in front of Kaito and Maki...who knows what those two would do if they heard that...” she trailed off.

She took a sip from her cup as Shuichi spoke.

“I started thinking that’s what it is when I got up this morning...” he said, proceeding to tell her what happened earlier that morning.

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“So...about today...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Hm? What about today?” Kokichi answered.

“Well...you know...are we going to do anything today?” Shuichi asked.

“Today?” Kokichi tapped a finger against his chin. “Well, I would love to, but I have to go into work today.” he said.

“Huh?! Work?!” Shuichi shot up from bed, watching his boyfriend in surprise. “I thought you had today off!” he exclaimed.

“I thought so, too. But then I got a call from my boss, saying that they’re short on staff today and need me to come in.” Kokichi explained.

He began to button up his shirt as Shuichi spoke.

“But...today is...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Today is...?” Kokichi questioned.

“Today is our—“

That was when Kokichi’s phone began to ring from on the nightstand.

“Ah, that must my boss. One second, okay?” Kokichi said as he reached to grab his phone.

Shuichi frowned as he watched Kokichi answer the phone and proceed to talk with the person on the other end.

“Alright, I’m heading out now. Mmmkay, bye.” Kokichi said as he hung up.

He slipped his phone into his pants pocket and turned to face Shuichi.

“Well, I’ve gotta go now.” he walked over to Shuichi and ran his fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you later.” he said.

“Wait—“ Before Shuichi could finish his sentence, Kokichi was already gone.

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“Huh.” Kaede commented.

“I just find it strange that he forgot. I mean, he’s always the first one to say happy anniversary whenever it comes around. Kokichi is not the forgetful type.” Shuichi explained.

“I was just about to say that! It certainly does sound weird.” she said.

Shuichi released a sigh as he dug through his coat pocket.

“Light me one.” he said, pulling out a box of cigarettes.

Kaede eyed the box quizzically.

“I thought you quit.” she commented as he pulled one out of the box.

“I did. I just do it when something is really bothering me.” he side eyed her. “I know you still carry your lighter around, so take it out and light me one.” he said.

Kaede sighed.

“Fine, fine.” she said, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a pink lighter.

She lit his cigarette and watched as Shuichi took a draw from it. She withdrew her thumb from the button on the lighter, the flame going out as she spoke.

“Well...did you ask him about it, at least?” she asked.

Shuichi removed the cigarette from between his lips and blew, the smoke leaving his lips.

“I didn’t get to. He rushed out the door before I could.” he replied.

Kaede sighed.

“Goodness, I swear that your communication with one another sucks sometimes...” she felt Shuichi’s glare on her. “Well, maybe it’s another one of his pranks?” she suggested. “You think so?” Shuichi asked.

“I mean, it might be. You know how Ouma-kun can be sometimes.” she said.

Shuichi tapped the ashes off of the cigarette, watching it fall onto the sidewalk as he brought it to his lips and took another draw.

“I guess.” he said, removing the cigarette from his lips once more and releasing the smoke in small wisps.

Kaede glanced down at her watch.

“Ah, break’s over.” she eyed his cigarette. “You better put that out. I’ll give you some mints to put in your mouth.” she suggested.

Shuichi nodded as they stood from the bench in the garden they were in and he followed her to the nearby trash bin, where he put the cigarette out in the ashtray above and tossed it in the trash.

As Kaede placed three mints into his hand and he popped them in his mouth, he tried to convince himself that maybe it really was just another one of Kokichi’s pranks.

💜💜💜💜 Shuichi walked down the hall to their apartment, digging through his pants pocket for his keys.

According to the text he sent me, he won’t be back until later tonight, he thought to himself.

He released a sigh.

“I guess I’ll be celebrating our anniversary alone...” he stopped in front of their apartment door and he took out his keys. “And it seems like he really did forget what today is, as well...” he muttered.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside. Toeing off his shoes and closing the door behind him, the first thing he noticed was that the lights in the apartment were considerably dimmed. It was dark, but not so dark that Shuichi couldn’t see anything.

He then smelled marinara sauce and mozzarella cheese. Looking over, he saw that the dining table was set with two sets of dishes and cutlery on it along with two champagne glasses and was covered with a pure white cloth. He then spotted Kokichi, who was trying to open a champagne bottle.

“Kokichi?” he questioned in surprise.

“Ah, Shuichi! You’re home!” he popped the cork off the bottle and he proceeded to pour some champagne into the glasses. “You’re just in time. I finished setting the table not too long ago.” he said.

Shuichi could only blink as he watched Kokichi set the champagne bottle down and put the cork back on it.

“Kokichi...just what in the...” he trailed off.

Kokichi looked over at him and giggled.

“Did I surprise you, perhaps?” he asked.

“Of course you did! Just what exactly is all this?” Shuichi asked.

“Dinner, of course!” Kokichi chirped in response as he began to make his way over to him.

“Yeah, but...why?” Shuichi asked.

Kokichi grinned.

“Well,” he moved behind Shuichi and began to help him out of his coat, “today is a very special day for the both of us, isn’t it?” he asked.

Shuichi’s eyes widened.

Wait...did he actually, he didn’t get to finish his thought as Kokichi took off his coat and came back in front of him, coat slung over his arm.

“Happy anniversary, my love.” he whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Shuichi could only watch his boyfriend in bewilderment as he pulled away and he went to lay the coat across the arm of the couch in the living room.

“Wait, you...actually remembered?” he asked.

“Huh? What do you mean, I actually remembered? I knew that today’s our anniversary all this time, you know! There’s no way I would forget such an important day!” Kokichi stated.

“So, then why...?” Shuichi asked.

“Oh, I was pulling a prank with you.” Kokichi said.

“A prank?!” Shuichi exclaimed.

So Kaede was right, he thought to himself.

“Nishishi~! I caught you by surprise, didn’t I?” Kokichi guessed.

“W-Well, of course you did! I really thought you forgot!” he said.

“No, no! Like I said, there is absolutely no way I would forget our anniversary. I just felt like pranking you because it’s fun to do and also, you’re damn easy to prank.” Kokichi explained.

Shuichi pouted.

“Don’t you even dare think of doing it again...” he mumbled.

“Yes, yes, I hear you, my beloved.” Kokichi replied.

Shuichi then looked around at the dimmed lights and the prepared table.

“How long did it take you to do all this?” he asked.

“Mmmm, not too long. I begged my boss to let me leave early and as soon as I came back, I started preparing everything.” Kokichi explained.

“So, that text you sent me saying that you would be gone until later tonight...” Shuichi trailed off.

“Oh, that was also part of the prank. And also, I didn’t want you walking in on me as I was pouring my heart and soul into all of this!” Kokichi said.

“Okay...I think I understand now.” Shuichi said.

“Good! Now that you understand,” Kokichi gestured to the dining table, “let’s eat before the food gets cold. It’s your favorite, baked ziti.” Kokichi said.

A smile danced across Shuichi’s lips.

“Sounds good.” he said as he followed Kokichi over to the table.

They sat down and clinked glasses before eating their food. Shuichi put a forkful of the ziti into his mouth and he let the taste of the zesty marinara sauce and gooey cheese take over his taste buds.

“Mmmm, this is seriously good.” he said.

“I’m glad you like it because I ordered it from that Italian restaurant you took me to on our first date.” Kokichi said.

“You didn’t make this?” Shuichi asked.

“Of course not! Haven’t you forgotten the last time I attempted cooking?” Kokichi asked.

“Ah yes. We had to redo the entire kitchen because of it.”

“You see? I didn’t want to ruin our anniversary with my god awful cooking skills, so I just ordered that.”

“Is that so...”

They continued to eat in relative peace, discussing how their day went on work. Shuichi brought the champagne glass to his lips as he looked at Kokichi.

“You have some sauce by your lip.” he said.

“I do?” Kokichi set his fork down. “Where by my lip is it?” he asked.

“Ah, let me get it for you.” Shuichi offered, setting his glass down.

He reached for his napkin and stood, making his way over to him. He reached down and wiped it off with the napkin. As he did, he could feel Kokichi’s soft lips through the napkin. His breath was warm, the sensation of it hitting his thumb through the napkin sending shivers through him.

He stilled, noting the way that Kokichi stared up at him. His eyes sparkled with an emotion he knew all too well, cheeks taking on a light shade of pink. He swallowed as he lowered his hand.

“Kokichi—“

That was when Kokichi stood and he grabbed Shuichi by his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. Shuichi nearly stumbled forward, but managed to make himself stable by placing his hands on either side of Kokichi on the table. Trapping him there, he kissed back.

He could feel Kokichi sigh against his lips as they kissed. He pulled away soon after, staring down at Kokichi.

“Kokichi...what was that for?” he asked.

“You looked like you wanted to kiss me. So, I did.” he replied.

“Did I really?”

“Yes, you did. I know when you want something, Shuichi, especially when it’s physical contact.”

Shuichi sighed as Kokichi placed his hands on his shoulders.

“Should we...take this somewhere else?” Kokichi asked.

“Huh? But, shouldn’t we pack up everything first—“

“Don’t try and ruin the mood now, babe.” Kokichi pressed his finger to Shuichi’s lips, silencing him. “We can deal with it later.” he said.

Shuichi furrowed his brows, staring at the food and then at Kokichi. As much as he wanted to deal with the food first, he knew he couldn’t resist Kokichi.

He sighed.

“Fine...we can deal with it later.” he said.

“Yay! Now, let’s move elsewhere and make out some more!” Kokichi chirped.

Shuichi chuckled at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“Alright, then.” Shuichi said as he let Kokichi pull him in the direction of their bedroom.

#oumasaiweek2k19 #danganronpa v3 #oumasai #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kaede akamtasu #kaito and maki are mentioned #day 2 #anniversary #relatively fluffy #shuichi worries too much istg #tw: smoking #yes i made shuichi smoke #he only does it when something is seriously bothering him #so it's not like he's a heavy smoker or anything #kokichi likes pranking him too much #this boy needs to chill for one sec XD #kawaiikichi

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canaryatlaw · 5 years

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okay, again super sleepy, I need to be better with writing these right after I take the meds. today was a lot of fun though. alarm went off at 8:30, got ready and headed to Jess’ at like 9, we stopped at mcdonalds to grab breakfast and then went on to the con where we met our other friend (I can’t remember if she has a tumblr or not and I don’t like using names for people not on tumblr so I’m gonna leave it like that for now). Headed into the con center and went straight to Matt Ryan’s line lol, which had plenty of fun antics going on. He’s such an awesome guy to meet and I really appreciate him. After that we headed to the “Arrowverse” panel which was kind of a joke because since Katrina cancelled, it was just Matt Ryan, Teddy Sears (Zoom from the flash), and Kelly Hu, who played Chyna White on Arrow for a few episodes?? lol, so not very much Arrowverse there. the panel was fun though, Kelly kind of took over for the host because he wasn’t doing very well and she was just awesome and hilarious. I decided to ask Matt a question about what was coming over the next season between Constantine and Astra, and he was basically like “well we just filmed the answer to that but I can’t tell you” lol but then said some other stuff about it. after that Jess and friend went to grab their photo op with Matt while I hung out for a few and then we ended up back in Matt’s line because we didn’t have anything else to do lol, so we got some signatures from him for people who had asked to get autos picked up. after that we had a gap in time before getting to do anything else so we just sat and chilled for a bit before getting in line for Melissa Joan Hart for friend to get a selfie. she ended up showing up early so we finished with that and basically had nothing else to do, so we left at that point and went to the restaurant across the street we usually go to. I tried to pick something that wouldn’t set off my acid reflux and make me nauseous wound up with a cheeseburger which did pretty well in that department. Good meal. From there we said goodbye to friend and headed back to Jess’ and I walked the rest of the way home from there. I got to my apartment and grabbed a few amazon packages I had waiting for me, including my new “soccer shoes” that aren’t quite cleats, they’re made for playing on turf fields and don’t really have a traditional cleat pattern on the bottom but more like shorter dots that are supposed to be better for turf. the issue over the summer with the normal cleats I had, every time I touched the ball, and sometimes when I didn’t even touch the ball, I wound up on the ground lol, so that obviously was not working. I then went on my laptop for a bit and decided to try to work for an hour from 6-7. I had been emailing with my contact the dv clinic (that’s now called something different but you know) and was going to have a phone call with her at 7, so when it rolled around I gave her a call. The email said she wanted to discuss the position, so that sounded pretty positive to me, but I didn’t want to get my hopes all the way up, but once we were on the phone she very quickly said they were offering me the position, and then talked about salary and benefits and all that stuff and I was just like yes I accept haha it’s all fine. so that was good. we discussed starting date and I said next Tuesday would probably work right after I get home from Dragon Con, so that should work perfectly. I got off the phone with her and called my parents to let them know, and they were very happy. I of course no longer had to do the work I had previously been doing lol so I turned on netflix (after discovering our remote no longer worked despite me changing the batteries, but we just needed that one to turn the tv on) and watched more of the chef’s line show, which was amusing because when they got to Turkish cuisine the racial dynamic switched, the “home cooks” were mostly white hipsterish people who just really liked the cooking style, and the restaurant chefs were all actual Turkish people. And guess what? The chefs one every. single. challenge. it was hilarious. I started the one on Italian food but didn’t get all the way through that before showering and starting to get ready for bed. I also had to write my quitting email and send it to my boss, which I feel super awkward and somewhat anxious about because I feel really bad about leaving them like this, but I mean, it’s not like I was actively job-hunting, this pretty literally fell into my lap and I mean it’s pretty much exactly what I want to do with my life so I can’t really pass that up. Hopefully they’ll understand, though I’ll still probably feel bad about it. oh well. the good part is no longer having to get the work hours in my week got a whole lot less busy, which means I can devote the next two days to actually cleaning the terrible mess that is my apartment right now, between my bedroom which is pretty much a disaster zone at the moment to the overflowing trash can and dirty dishes in the sink lol. So I’m happy with that. And yeah, started getting ready for bed and now I’m here and I am still tired, so I am going to go to bed now. Goodnight lovelies. Hope your Monday doesn’t suck.

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Green Book

How does a guy who has made such hits as: Dumb and Dumber, There’s Something About Mary, Shallow Hal; go and make something like the Green Book. Decent films, but they’re trash. They’re good trash, but nonetheless, trash. The Green Book was such a profound film, that I’m struggling to come to terms with the fact that Peter Farrelly, who directed this, also directed Movie 43, voted one of the worst films ever made.

Green Book is about the famous black jazz artist, Dom Shirley, who hires Tony Vallelonga an Italian to be his bodyguard/driver whilst Dom tours the deep south of America with his band. Both are very different characters, Dom being reserved and particular, Tony, loud and abrasive, and also not a fan of black people in general, especially when he is bossed around by one. As the film continues, we see how they both help each other to become a more rounded person, and how Tony learns to become a more thoughtful...well he stops being a racist.

I found the film very enjoyable. I thought both Viggo Mortensen as Tony and Mahershala Ali as Dom were brilliant. There chemistry on screen really made the audience connect to the characters, both fantastic. I can’t judge Adam Driver as I never saw BlacKKKlansman, but Ali from the others I have seen should win the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor. Viggo has it tougher, although he was great, I still think Bale in Vice should win Best Actor, he was exceptional. Whilst the two actors drove the story forward and really made it enjoyable, they weren’t the only things. The story was well controlled and the pacing was just right. I’ve heard criticisms of the film saying it wasn’t hard hitting enough. I thought for the 12A rating it was dark enough to give the message without showing too much violence. It obviously easily could’ve done more in that respect, but the film wasn’t showing the effect of racism on a country-wide scale, but on the personal level between the two friends. It done enough to show that, without being too much.

(i know this gif has absolutely nothing to do with Green Book, but man, Viggo, I love you)

I really loved everything about this movie, however it didn’t blow me away. It did feel a little bit too nice. That’s not meant to sound contradicting to my previous point, but I just felt something was missing from this film to make it really special. To give it 5 out of of 5 y’know.

4/5 There were a lot of good things about this movie. The story was powerful and got it’s message about understanding and welcoming without ramming it down your throat. Mortensen and Ali were both fantastic however and all credit should go to them for making this movie as good as it was.

p.s I’ve been contemplating doing this p.s, I still don’t know if I will or not. But I saw this film the day after the Liam Neeson fiasco. And I just wanted to say how important it is to talk and have conversations. This isn’t the best platform, because your point will never come across as you want it to. You can’t explain it as well as you would talking about this, so bear with. What this film done well was show that Viggo had racist ideas, it showed him putting two drinking glasses in a bin because black people drunk from them. We can all agree that’s racist right. By the end of the 2 hour film, and the journey that these two completely opposite men went on, Viggo changed. He wanted more than anything to be with his new friend, a black man. He invites him to dinner, and is torn up with him not being there. He is so happy when he does show up. He’s a different man. He’s not the man now who would put drinking glasses in the bin because a black man drunk from them. He’s changed for the good.

Liam Neeson had racist thoughts. He may not be a racist man now, but he did have racist thoughts 40 years ago. What’s important is that he has changed and is ashamed of his irrational thinking. I think it is so important that these conversations are held. It offers people the chance to be educated and put to right. I’m a white straight guy. I understand racism, but I do not know racism. I don’t know what that feels like. And I’m certainly not here to say that people should forgive Liam Neeson, or hold this against him. I just believe that difficult conversations like race, like sexuality and others need to be freely held to have some understanding, so we can see a different view point. Whenever something like this pops up, which seems to be more frequent, I try to ask my black friends their opinions on the matter. I trust my own moral compass enough to have my own thoughts and feelings, most of the time, they say what I thought, but sometimes they make me see another viewpoint that I hadn’t considered, or even thought about because I, as a white guy do not see, no matter how much I try to understand. And I think that it is incredibly important that conversations like this are held.

I think there is a problem with white people in the respect that they hear a black man they know and respect, John Barnes for example, say ‘Liam Neeson deserves a medal for having the courage to stand up and talk about this’ and then not consider that not every black person will think the same as this ONE black person. They will be annoyed and be like ‘well John is black and thought this, why don’t you?’. John Barnes is entitled to feel that way, and every black person is allowed to agree or disagree with him. It annoys me so much when I hear something like this. For the record, I don’t think Liam Neeson deserves a medal.

I think this goes back to the whole argument about patriotism and about being English. I’m proud to be English, I’ve got my England flags flying outside my window during the World Cup, and I will loudly moan if someone is queuing up stupidly, and I will slap my hands on my knees and say ‘best be off’ when I wanted to leave 2 hours ago. But I understand why people do not like England, or more centrally, the British Empire. The British Empire committed horrific atrocities across the globe, they were murderers, rapists, the worst bunch of twats you could come across. The problem is, we aren’t taught about these things at school. We are only taught about the good things, Churchill winning the war (not the genocide he caused in India), Henry the 8th, and other stuff that is pleasant. It’s only that I took history as a subject that you start learning that Western Civilization were the bad guys, e.g Britain and America. I learned about The Troubles in Ireland, and how the Brits were at fault. I learned about Native Americans, and again how it was the Brits and the Americans who basically caused genocide to their people. But if you have a conversation with someone who doesn’t know, because they haven’t been educated, or haven’t had serious and deep conversations about the failures of a culture we have grown up believing ‘We are the good guys’ then they will think you are a nutjob. Again, education and conversation are crucially important to creating a better society.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBy0FLAAwKQ

That’s a link to Trevor Noah talking about it. A lot funnier and eloquently put than me.

I know this has gone off topic, but I wanted to say this. Did Liam Neeson have racist thoughts. He sure did. Do I think that Liam Neeson is a racist person now? I don’t think it is up to me, a white guy, to determine if someone is or isn’t racist. I don’t think that white people, or anyone for that matter should just always get free passes to make mistakes. I think in 2019 the majority of people know the difference between wrong and right, and possibly only in youth are mistakes made. But I’m not naive enough to know that there are plenty of people old enough who continue to be, dicks. I just hope that we continue to have difficult conversations, I only believe it makes us grow, individually and collectively. And if you want to talk about this, if you think I’ve missed the point, or have something to add that would benefit me, then please, drop me a message. Don’t just call me a c*** like that one guy did when I said that Venom had some scenes that was full of toxic masculinity, that benefits nobody. Or even if you wanna talk about the film, which is what this blog was about, then please do that. Anyhoo, best be off!

#film #Film Review #movies #movie review #cinema #cinema review #new #green book #viggo mortensen #mahershala ali #liam neeson

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Prinxiety at Kings Island - Part Two

Now Roman and Virgil were towards the back of the amusement park. The two of them got into the short line for the Windseeker. It was a tall swing ride that went hundreds of feet up into the air. Virgil found it terrifying every time he rode it because he always imagined himself falling from that height. He somehow always ended up riding it despite his fears.

The Windseeker may be a scary attraction, but cool music always played on the way up and down. It somewhat calmed people’s nerves, but it never helped Virgil. He saw past the fake charade that they were putting up. The park was trying to make it seem less horrifying, and he didn’t find it working.

Once they were back on the ground, Virgil found himself feeling a bit dizzy. Trying to jump out of the seat didn’t help because the bottom of his feet now stung. When he took a step forward, he stumbled a little bit. Roman chuckled as he gently grabbed Virgil’s arm and helped guide him out of the ride and to a bench to sit down.

“Are you alright?” Roman asked.

“I’ll be fine,” Virgil said, “The Windseeker always makes me dizzy. I think it’s because of how high it is. It causes me a lot of anxiety, but I still like to ride it.”

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“Not that much. I can do all of the roller coasters and go to the top floor of tall buildings, but the Windseeker is different. There’s nothing I can do if it breaks and there are cases of some Windseeker rides getting stuck at the top. I could also die if I fell from that height.”

“Yeah, I can understand why you would be nervous.”

Virgil soon got over his dizziness and stood up to signal that he was ready to continue. Roman was glad that Virgil felt better. He had immediately felt worried when he saw Virgil stumble around. He was having a lot of fun and didn’t want it to be ruined for Virgil if he felt sick. He knew that Virgil would feel bad about it, even though he wouldn’t have been able to help it. Smiling, Roman walked alongside Virgil as they went to the next ride.

The Vortex was another roller coaster that they skipped. Neither of them liked it that much since it made them very uncomfortable. It was okay to ride once in a while, but not every trip. Their heads always got banged around on the restraints by their heads, giving them bad headaches sometimes. There were a lot of loops, but they were annoying.

Instead, they made their way to their favorite ride at Kings Island: The Beast. When it opened in 1979, it was the tallest, fastest, and longest wooden roller coaster. While it wasn’t the tallest anymore (having been beat out by Goliath at Six Flags Great America) or the fastest (which was now Lightning Rod at Dollywood), it was still the longest. The Beast was very intense. When they first built it and had it tested by a few people, they were absolutely spooked when going through the end tunnels because there were no breaks used during the swift turns. They added them in and that part of the ride was still the most intense. The coaster zoomed through the woods at a very high speed, and it was the best at night since it seemed to be spookier and faster. It was by far the best thing to happen to the amusement park.

“The Beast really is a beauty,” Virgil commented.

“You could say that the story is wrong, it’s actually called Beauty is the Beast,” Roman joked.

“Shut up.”

Next, they rode the Backlot Stunt Coaster. Before, it was called Italian Job: Stunt Track, but it was obviously renamed. It was a smaller coaster, but it was still fast and exciting. The cars turned rapidly, passing the different road signs and cop cars. In the middle, the cars stopped and waited as helicopter sounds were played and fire lights around them. Then, they were plunged into darkness and then exited the wall to the outside world as if they crashed through it.

Virgil and Roman decided to take a small break from the thrill rides and head towards Kiddie Land. They wanted to ride a few of the more childish attractions, such as Boo Blasters on Boo Hill, Surf Dog, and the Woodstock Express.

“I miss this being Nickelodeon and not Snoopy,” Virgil mentioned. “That was my childhood in this place and, frankly, it was a lot better. I remember being really sad when my mom told me that Cedar Fair had bought out this place. Don’t get me wrong, I love Cedar Fair parks too, but I preferred Kings Island being owned by Paramount.”

“I know!” Roman exclaimed. “Boo Blasters used to be Scooby Doo themed and the Woodstock Express featured the Fairly Odd Parents. The trains were even painted as Cosmo and Wanda! I also loved running through that Spongebob splash pad.”

“Yeah, and that yellow roller coaster over there, I think it’s called Flying Ace Aerial Chase, was the Rugrats and the log ride was the Wild Thornberrys. I also miss the one where you lay on your stomach being Danny Phantom. My favorite one was what Surf Dog used to be, though. It was Avatar the Last Airbender before!”

Obviously they were bitter about Cedar Fair buying Kings Island from Paramount. Who could blame them? Everything was changed to Snoopy this and Snoopy that! There was nothing wrong with The Peanuts, and they still loved Charlie Brown and his lovable dog, but those characters were already used at Cedar Point, which was another amusement park in Ohio. They liked how there was a more variety in characters and themes going on before, but now that was missing.

As they were in Kiddie Land, Virgil ended up beating Roman at the shooting game in Boo Blasters on Boo Hill. Roman claimed that his blaster was broken and that was why he didn’t get at many points, but they both knew that that was not the case. Roman was just really bad at it.

They also rode the other two rides that they had come there for, but nothing significant really happened while they were doing so. They mainly just teased one another the entire time. They did see a few of the kids from Sanders Summer Camp, but most of them were too busy running around and having fun to stop and talk to them.

When they were tired of the lamer rides, they went to ride Mystic Timbers. The line was a tiny bit longer because it was the newest roller coaster in the park, but it still didn’t take much time at all. The crowds had stayed away that day like they hoped, so the lines weren’t too bad.

Mystic Timbers was wooden, but it was not nearly as long as The Beast. There were lots of twists and turns that led to a fun ride, but the ending was pretty weird. The train slowly entered and stopped inside of a shed. A voice recording warned them not to go in, but they did anyway. After a few seconds, some music started playing on its own. Everyone focused on a large screen on the wall in front of them, wondering what would happen. They waited there for what seemed like forever before they started to move forward again. As they did, a giant tree creature popped up on the screen. The monster was supposed to be frightening, but Virgil and Roman thought that it was lame. The tree was one of three things the screen could have showed. The other two could have been snakes or bats, possibly representing the Diamondback and The Bat. The tree represented Mystic Timbers.

The only roller coaster that they hadn’t ridden yet but wanted to was the Diamondback. Since it was after dinner time, they grabbed some chicken tenders and fries from a nearby food stand and ate while waiting in line. When they were in the front, they threw away their trash and got on. The seats were very different than on other roller coasters. Each car on the train had two seats close together in the front and two spread apart on the back. The last pair of seats had a long line, so Virgil and Roman sat in the second to last pair of seats.

Diamondback was a tall coaster that made one’s stomach drop. It smoothly ran over the tracks, moving through a lot of wide turns. At the end, it plummeted towards the water and almost seemed to glide across the water. As the train passed, water shot into the air due to the last car on the train having a piece that went into the water and caused it to spray up.

Finally, once they got off, they found that they only had an hour and a half left. They rode The Beast one more time before settling with walking around some. Roman really wanted to play some games for some reason, so they did just that. Virgil lost the two games he let himself be talked into playing. He was actually a little disappointed because there was a squid hat that he really wanted. He didn’t tell Roman about wanting one, though, especially as he watched Roman win a pink one for himself.

However, he was very surprised when he played the game he won the squid hat at again. He won another time and got another squid hat, this time blue. Virgil felt a little jealous until Roman approached him and placed the hat on his head.

“There!” Roman grinned, “Now we are squid buddies!”

“You didn’t ha-” Virgil started before Roman cut him off.

“Nonsense! I wanted to! I thought that you would look cute in it...and I was right! Besides, I felt bad that you didn’t get a prize too, so of course I needed to win one for you! What type of prince would I be if I didn’t?”

“Well, first of all, you’re not a prince-”

“Hahahaha that’s a funny joke, Panic! At the Everywhere!”

“Okay, whatever...but thanks…”

Roman grinned as he told Virgil that it was no problem. He then proceeded to drag him over to another game. It was one of those games where you had to shoot the water into the target to make a balloon pop. Roman beat a few people who were playing a few times and ended up getting the big prize. He picked out a giant stuffed Pikachu.

“Virgil,” Roman said slyly.

“What?” VIrgil questioned.

“I seem to have won this Pikachu here, but my room at home already has an abundance of stuff animals.”

“Of course it does.”

“I don’t think Pikachu would be very happy in my room. Would you mind keeping him for me?”

“Roman, you just spent a bunch of money playing that game for that prize!” Virgil yelled. “I can not take him because you won him. You’ve already given me this squid hat.”

“But Viiiirgiiiil, I specifically played that game to win Pikachu for yoooou!”

Virgil sighed, a deep blush on his face. “Are you really sure? I don’t want to owe you anything more.”

Roman gasped. “You don’t owe me anything! I really just wanted to win you another prize to make you happy. Please, Virgil, I really like you.”

“You-You do?”

Roman felt his own face turn pink. “Well, yeah. You’re really cute Virgil. I know that I just moved here and that we barely know each other, but I’ve noticed you from the first day of camp. I would love to hang out with you a lot more. This day was really fun and it made me realize how much I want to stay by your side.”

Virgil was shocked, “I-”

“Wait,” Roman interrupted, ruining the moment, “this has to be done in the perfect place. Come with me!”

Roman shoved Pikachu into Virgil’s arms, grabbed the emo’s hand, and pulled him towards the front of the park. They soon ended up in line to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower replica. Only the very top was available, not the lower 50 foot level. The reason for that was because a guy once tried to climb the elevator shaft from the 50 foot level during an after hours graduation party. He ended up falling and getting killed. Since then, the stairs that led to that level had been closed off and nobody was allowed up there. The elevator only went up to the top level.

Anyway, they took the elevator to the top and stood where they could overlook the park. The height didn’t get to Virgil like it did on the Windseeker because there were railings and they weren’t trapped on a seat suspended from a thin pole. It was very peaceful up there, save for the occasional roar of a roller coaster. It was hard to hear the laughter and screams from people riding them since they were so far up.

The night sky was very pretty. The moon was out and there were only a few clouds. The stars could not be seen very well due to light pollution, but they could imagine that they were still there. The different rides littered around Kings Island were lit up with bright, colored lights in order to make everything look beautiful.

“This is wonderful,” Virgil said in awe.

“Yeah, it is,” Roman agreed. Both of them were nervous to continue their conversation from earlier, so Virgil spoke up about a different matter first.

“Thank you for coming with me today. Usually I’d have to hang out with one of the groups of kids since they didn’t want me going off on my own. I knew Patton felt bad, but there was nothing he could do about it. Not even Logan, who the other volunteers are scared off, would force me to hang out with people who hate me. I would have had to skip out on all of these roller coasters and be bored all day.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Roman replied. “I don’t get why the others don’t like you. Virgil, you’re so amazing! I had so much fun today, but it wasn’t just because we were here. No, I had fun because I was with you.”

Virgil turned to face Roman, only to find him already staring at him.

“Did you mean it when you said that you liked me?” Virgil asked.

“Of course I did! You’re beautiful! You’re funny! You like some of the same things that I do! I like everything about you and it drives me crazy! I just want to be with you…”

Virgil was blushing hard now. He wanted to respond, but he didn’t seem to be able to muster up any words. He was afraid that he would say the wrong thing.

“Virgil?” Roman asked.

“Yeah?” Virgil whispered as best as he could.

“Can I kiss you?”

Now Virgil was really shocked. He had not been expecting that at all. He nodded after a moment, not wanting to be silent for too long in fear that Roman would take it negatively.

Roman grinned as he cupped Virgil’s cheek. He leaned in slowly before pressing his lips gently against the other boy’s. It wasn’t very deep or long. Actually, it was rather clumsy, but it was perfect to them.

When they pulled away, Roman dropped his hand from Virgil’s cheek in order to grab his hand instead. Virgil was careful not to drop his Pikachu as he listened to what Roman had to say.

“I hope that you believe me now when I tell you how much I like you. I really want to give us a try, but only if you want to. What do you say, sunshine? Would you be my boyfriend?”

“Of course, you idiot!” Virgil exclaimed as he nodded enthusiastically. “I like you too!”

Virgil was the one to take the initiative this time to kiss Roman. It was more passionate, more emotions coming through. Virgil was really happy because somebody finally wanted to be with him. Somebody finally liked him and not those who bully him. He felt joyful tears run down his cheeks as they pulled away again. Roman just smiled before kissing them away.

“But you can’t call me sunshine,” Virgil ordered.

“No promises, My Chemically Imbalanced Romance,” Roman teased.

“Ugh, whatever Sir Sing-a-Lot.”

“I like that one! Feel free to keep calling me that.”

Virgil just rolled his eyes and decided to shut his new boyfriend up with another kiss.

About 20 minutes before closing, they returned to the ground in order to head back to the bus. They didn’t want to be the ones to keep everyone else waiting. As they walked, their hands were intertwined with one another.

They got back to the bus with 10 minutes to spare. They paused before reaching it fully, turning back around to watch the fireworks that lit up the sky. Kings Island sure knew how to end a night. They looked at each other with smiles on their faces, sharing another small kiss in order to help remember that moment.

They knew that they would have a lot of annoying teenagers to ignore once they got on that bus. They also knew that the summer would be filled with those teens annoying them and making fun of their relationship. However, the most important thing they knew was that as long as they had each other, they could get through all of that and more.

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#sanders sides #fanfiction #prinxiety #prinxiety fanfiction #kings island

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letholojimin · 6 years

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Redamancy (JHS ft. KNJ)

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- reposted because i accidentally deleted the original post dated march 2018

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader ft. Kim Namjoon

Themes: best friend + roommate au

Genre: angst, mild smut!!!

Word Count: 4,115

Summary: With your love life failing at every attempt of yours, you fail to realize that you’ve been looking for it in all the wrong places.

“I will treat you better than anyone else. I will treat you how you deserve to be treated, but all I need is a chance, Y/N…”

SMUT WARNING

Rays of light from the sun shine in from the coffee shop’s glass window beside you and you keep yourself occupied by drinking from the warm beverage you had purchased to keep you company as you wait for Jennie to arrive. She had texted you an hour prior to the present, informing you that she had something she wanted to tell you. Luckily, you had both been in the university during that time and would be free during this time so you wait for her, scrolling through your phone.

It’s winter- the season of loneliness and though that never really bothered you to an extreme extent, you know that you would prefer to stop spending the cold nights alone. You had gone through a certain number of boyfriends and flings- none of which ever lasted. It was always a problem with your schedule that caused your break-ups, all of them complaining that you weren’t as invested in the relationship as they were because you were too busy attending to the things you had to do.

You never kept them around or wanted them back if they said that because if they couldn’t understand that you have other commitments as a university student with a hectic life, then you couldn’t be with them because it would be irrational for them to think that you’d give up your own life just to be with them. Sure, at times you’d cry over some people if you really did like them but sometimes relationships ended just as soon as they would start and you wouldn’t be that attached.

The chime of the coffee shop’s door distracts you from your thoughts and you see the girl you’re waiting for, her brown hair tucked into a beanie and her hands taking her gloves off. Jennie spots you and smiles, pointing to the counter to inform you that she’ll be with you shortly as she’d like to order something first. You nod and wait, nothing else occupying your mind after that.

Jennie takes a seat in front of you taking a long sip of her drink before placing it down on the table in front of you both. “Hey,” you greet. “What’s up?”

“I’m just going to go straight to the point here because I know that you probably have something to get to in at least the next thirty minutes.” She starts and you grin because she knows you too well. Your organization had a meeting twenty minutes from now so you were glad that she knew better than to be slow. “I know this guy, and he’s probably your type.” She continues, telling you that he’s much more mature than any of your previous significant others. He’s a hardworking student just like you and so since both of you understand the pressure of intense schedules, maybe you’ll balance each other more than you’ll clash.

You lean forward and raise an eyebrow, urging her to continue. You haven’t even dated in a while so a date doesn’t exactly sound that bad. Jennie briefs you on his name and tells you that he’s in the same year and that he’s an Engineering major. Jennie knows him because of a mutual friend who informed her that he’s looking to date and when her friend told him all about what he’s like, she thought you might like him.

The quick meet-up ends with Jennie giving you his number and telling you that he already has yours. You should expect a text from him soon.

Jennie’s Recommended Mystery boy - 3:47 pm

Y/N, right?

Y/N Y/L/N - 3:50 pm

That’s me.

Jennie’s Recommended Mystery boy - 3:52 pm

Hey there. My name’s Namjoon.

Y/N Y/L/N - 3:53 pm

Hi :) You’re Jennie’s friend right?

Namjoon - 3:53 pm

Yeah, a friend gave me your number :)

Namjoon - 3:54 pm

I actually know a place that serves really great pasta, maybe you’d like to head there with me sometime?

Y/N Y/L/N - 3:57 pm

Sure, why not?

Namjoon - 3:58 pm

Great! How’s tomorrow night?

Y/N Y/L/N - 4:00 pm

I’m free from seven onwards, so I don’t see why not :)

Namjoon - 4:02 pm

Send me your address, then? I’ll pick you up then. Dress fancy :)

The meeting for the organization passes by quicker than expected and your classes end at five o’ clock, leaving you room to drive home during the rush hour. You live nearby the campus so traffic is the least of your worries but you’re so eager to shower and change into more comfortable clothes. That’s probably a downside of college- you’ve always got to wear something different so since you’ve run out of clothes, you’re facing more uncomfortable fabric.

If there’s one positive thing about being in university, it’s the fact that you get to live with Jung Hoseok- your best friend from high school. He’s a constant beam of light in your life, always taking care of you and helping you however he can.

Both of you live under the same roof in a relatively large apartment funded by both of your parents who tell you to simply focus on being students for the meantime, and so the two of you are always working so hard in university. His course is no joke and with the addition of dance on the side, he’s left mentally and physically tired everyday but he never fails to maintain communication with you and make you smile. Needless to say, with the amount of support your parents give you, both of you are afraid of failure. You and Hoseok are perfectionists, but when everything is too much for each other you’re always there as a support system.

When you get home after all your obligations that night, you and Hoseok share McDonald’s takeout over your kitchen table. It’s tradition to have dinner together at your shared place during the rare times you both get home early enough to have the meal together, so you always make the most out of it. Tonight, greasy fried food is on the menu.

Hoseok tells you about his day briefly, telling you that it’s just the same old- nothing new happened or nothing is interesting enough to be talked about. When it’s your turn to share, you get straight to the point and tell him about your scheduled date tomorrow.

“Do you know anyone named Namjoon?” You inquire. Maybe he’s met him, and if that happens you can hear about what he’s like. To your disappointment, he only shakes his head from side to side and asks why you’re asking then continues eating his meal, utensils clanking on the plate slightly as he cuts through his chicken.

“Well…” You begin, nonchalantly wiping off the salt on your fingers from the fries you’ve been eating as you continue. “Jennie set me up with him, and now I’ve got a date tomorrow night!”

Hoseok’s suddenly more invested in your conversation, eyes looking up to see you beaming- this was your first date in quite a while but instead of happiness for you, there’s a completely different feeling and he knows deep down why he’s not enjoying the news. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You fail to see how he doesn’t exactly want to hear more about this date of yours but he puts up with it, your cheery voice still not enough to distract him from the jeering thoughts and the uncomfortable swirl in his stomach.

Your chatter continues for only so long before your meals are finished and you dispose of your plastic waste quickly, not having to wash anything due to the containers. He’s quick to escape you, disappearing from your sight the moment he’s thrown the trash and you- you are ignorant.

With thoughts of you littering his head, he tries and tries to do anything and everything to get you out of his system. He can’t shake off the fact that he might lose you again for god knows how long, but he tries to think about how maybe you’ll be happier and maybe this boy will treat you better than all those you’ve met before. But Hoseok knows he’s lying to himself, because he can treat you better than anyone else.

That night, Hoseok doesn’t sleep.

You’re clad in a black dress which cinches at the waist and flares down up until your knees- a comfortable piece of clothing to make up for the painful thing on your feet. You endure it, pushing yourself to get through the night and you simply hope that Namjoon is tall, so that your heels won’t make him look shorter than you. You won’t mind if he is, but you also wouldn’t mind if he isn’t.

He texts you when he’s outside and you get up from your seat on the couch when Hoseok exits the kitchen, only looking you up and down before going back upstairs wordlessly. You don’t expect him to say anything so you grab your coat and open the door, coming face-to-face with a blond boy holding a bouquet of roses. Once he sees you, Namjoon quickly greets you politely and offers you the roses. You place the flowers on a table near the door and smile at him, murmuring a sweet ‘thank you’ and walking outside with him right beside you.

The boy sports a dress shirt and black slacks along with leather shoes, you notice. He stops in front of the passenger side of his car- a sleek black automobile- and opens the door for you. You blush lightly at the thoughtful gesture and step in, the smell of air freshener and leather entering your nostrils.

Namjoon rushes over to the driver’s side, lanky frame passing in front of the hood. You wonder just how the night will unfold, considering that so far, he seems to be a gentleman. Maybe this will be different from all your past dates. Hope is something you cling to because it’s the only you can grip and you tell yourself it’s possible for you to get something more than a disaster out of this.

Lips pressed on bare skin and hands are groping each other and you and Namjoon are slowly turning into (if you aren’t already) a sweaty mess of flesh and lust, actions driven by desire. You guys simply hit it off after a night of wine and Italian food at a fancy restaurant and now you were in his apartment, making out with each other.

He leads you to his room and soon enough, you’re lying underneath him naked and begging for more of his touch, for him to pleasure you. Namjoon’s fingers thrust into your heat at an increasing pace, digits slick with your juices.

Arousal drips from your center, and soon he’s getting a condom from his night stand and sliding on his length, turning your body around before placing his tip right by your entrance.

His fingers grip your hips tightly before he slides into you, your nimble fingers gripping his cotton sheets. Namjoon groans when you urge him to move, thrusting in and out of you rhythmically. It’s not long before you slam your hips against his with every movement of his, moaning and whining. You tell him to move faster, harder, and he complies.

Soon, you’re at your peak, body falling into the mattress. If not for his hands holding your sides upright, you would have fully collapsed. He rides out your high and chases his own, slamming against your spot relentlessly. He comes, spilling into the condom and you move away from him from overstimulation.

After disposing of the condom, he collapses beside you, breathing heavily. You don’t meet his eyes though, closing yours and pretending to fall asleep.

Namjoon might be a good fuck, but what you’re looking for is real love.

When your heels click into the living room, you’ll find that Hoseok is still up- he looks like he hasn’t slept at all and though it’s common for you to ask each other how a date has gone after going on one, you didn’t expect him to stay up this late. When you look at the clock, it’s just struck half past three o’clock in the morning and there’s an unsettling feeling of doing the walk of shame, regardless of if you’re facing your closest friend.

“Where have you been?” He asks, standing up from his seat on the couch and placing his mug of hot chocolate on the table in front of him. Hobi looks at you and only then do you realize that there are dark circles under his eyes- ones you fail to notice during the daytime wherein the sun shines too bright that everything else is simply cancelled out. Sometimes, the light is too blinding- and you’re a sucker for being blinded.

“Out. You know I was on a date, Hoseok.” You reply curtly, undoing the straps of your heels and neatly placing them near the door. Though you’d normally place your shoes in your room, you have an unnerving fear of tripping down the stairs wearing heels so you opt to keep them near the entrance. He was the one who suggested you do this, in fear that you’d be your usual clumsy self and that one day he wouldn’t be around to help you. It’s easier that way.

Though your best friend would normally dismiss you, it seems like he’s a bit more persistent this time. He stays, walking closer to you. “Do you know what time it is, Y/N?” His voice raises ever so slightly towards the end of his question and you can’t help but be a little taken aback at the unusual amount of concern he’s displaying. “Do you know how long I waited just for you to get home?”

“You don’t always have to wait for me, Hobi. I appreciate it but you don’t need to stay up for-“

“But I do!” He cuts you off and you’re rendered speechless. You’re in the dark- you have absolutely no idea where this is going and why this is happening in the first place. Hoseok’s voice only grows louder and more angered and though it’s probably a false notion- you’d think it’s pained.

“What…” You whisper under your breath, but you know he heard it. You look up to meet his eyes once more and you notice that he’s very near you now- near enough for you to see the details on his face: the curvature of his jaw, the slant of his eyes and the bridge of his nose. His eyes hold something mysterious, something you aren’t used to because as close friends, he tells you everything, no exceptions.

“Look, it’s late and we should both be getting to bed, don’t you think?” You remove the loose ponytail which your hair was stuck in, a practical style you’d gone for before you left his room tonight. “No, Y/N- I want you to stop going on those fucking dates, alright? None of them ever work for you anyway,”

If it wasn’t for the proximity you wouldn’t be able to hear the last part- but you did. It stung, and you didn’t get it- you don’t understand why he was saying that to you when he knew all too well that your love life is always a complicated mess from the busy schedule your practical life revolves around. You never have times for these kinds of things and now he’s telling you that he wants you to stop going on dates at all? Who does he think he is?

“What the fuck, Hoseok?! Who are you to tell me what to do? This isn’t even like you!” The rage in your voice becomes more and more prevalent with each word but his expression doesn’t falter. There’s a kind of fierceness in his disposition and it’s unnerving because you’ve never exactly seen him like this before about this kind of topic. “Are you telling me it’s a crime to fall in love?!”

“It’s a crime to fall in love if you’re not falling in love with me!”

You’re speechless at the words that escape his mouth, feet planted to the floor. You can’t move, you can barely think and from all the things you’ve ever heard in your entire life, you consider this to be the biggest surprise of them all. Hoseok doesn’t have any regrets- not even when he sees the flabbergasted expression on your face, not even when he sees your eyes growing wide because relief is a feeling that overpowers all of that. After all, he’s very much tired of hiding from you and running away from the truth himself.

“Hoseok, what are you saying?” You find yourself mustering up enough courage to finally say something, anything. “Why?!” His voice is stern, and melancholy is laced within the word. It’s almost like you can’t reach him anymore and you wonder just how fast everything went downhill. “Why do you wear all those ravishing clothes and dress up so well for guys who only want to dress you down?”

You never expected him to say something like that- never even expected him to comment on your dates gone one night stands but it’s different now, and you can tell that this pains him to say just as much as it keeps you at a loss for words. He’s finally burst, and you don’t know what to do or what to say because this has never happened before. “Hobi,” You exhale, treading on dangerous waters.

“I don’t get it, Y/N!” His hand raises to his hair in frustration and for a split second he turns away from you. “Why do you go out on these stupid dates so others will look at you yet you don’t realize that you’re the only girl that I see?! I don’t need that, all I need is for you to give me a chance…” His fierce gaze softens as he continues to speak, finally spilling things he’s been yearning to confess for longer than you could ever know. You can’t believe what you’re hearing, and though your heart would normally flutter at the words, what takes over your thoughts is the person who’s saying them. “You don’t see how I look at you and you don’t understand that you’re fucking exquisite- and I,”

“I will treat you better than anyone else. I will treat you how you deserve to be treated, but all I need is a chance, Y/N…”

Hoseok sees your face. He sees just how confused you are, how unsure you are of what to say and decides that he hates himself. He can’t believe how stupid he was to think that maybe one day, when he would gather up enough courage to tell you about what he feels about you, maybe, just maybe- you’d reciprocate and things would turn out for the better. But he was dumb to even think of that, blinded by his own need to be honest with you and there’s nothing that sounds more appealing to him than just turning around and escaping to the door, grabbing his coat and his keys on his way out.

Just like that, Hoseok walks out on you for the first time in your life. And you have no idea when and if he’ll be coming back.

If he had liked you since before, you don’t know how you could have been blind to all of it. You’ve known the boy since you were fifteen and you didn’t even notice a change in behavior whatsoever? Ridiculous.

Midnight paints your thoughts colorful, drawings pictures of memories and retracing the words he had previously said in the past few days in a desperate attempt to gain something, to look for a sign before everything came crashing down. It’s silent in the household even as you leave your door open- there’s no sleep music faintly playing from his room, no plates clattering in the kitchen for midnight snacks, nothing.

It’s a dark thought leeching at the back of your mind, forcing you to stay awake even when the clock rings to signal a new day for you and when the sun rises up in the horizon, light streaming in through your blinds. You don’t hear anybody in the shower or nor do you hear the sound of the television downstairs and it’s just lonely.

You’re probably overreacting. You’ve been through nights wherein Hoseok doesn’t sleep in his room. Parties, projects, outings- you know what it’s like without him. But what you aren’t used to is the fact that he is not present because of you and the fact that you did not end in good terms.

So you get up after a long night of no slumber, going through the same exact routine you go through every single active day, except today it’s a lot duller.

The next few days, Hoseok doesn’t show up when you’re around. He times his visits to his own house when he knows you won’t be there. He has a copy of your schedule and so you know when he won’t dare to come, and you take this as an advantage. When you hear the jiggling of keys outside, you know you’ve got him.

The sound of the doorknob twisting interrupts the silent atmosphere in the house and he walks in, sighing. He turns to close the door so at first glance, he doesn’t see you in the living room. When he leans on the wood, however, he sees you sitting on the couch and though your relationship with him isn’t in the best place, he shrieks lightly before putting a fist to his chest. “Fucking hell, Y/N,” He breathes out in shock.

You offer him a light smile in response, opening your mouth to speak. “Hobi, we need to talk.”

“About what, Y/N?” He says exasperatedly. It’s a terrible feeling that registers within him, the pain of unrequited love something he can feel within his veins. “You already know how I feel, and I already know what you feel. What else do we have to talk about?”

Hoseok knows that he’s being irrational. Of course you had to talk because you couldn’t ignore each other forever. You lived in the same place and sneaking around when you were at university wasn’t something he could do for the rest of time. You had to speak to each other but it was eating him alive because he knows what you’re going to say. You don’t feel the same way, and he has to accept that sooner or later. He hoped it was the latter.

You urge him to sit down on your couch and he does so, but why is it that though he’s only feet away, he feels so distant? He feels so far away, and you wish everything could just return to normal.

“How do you know how I feel?”

He turns to look at you and his chest aches, yearning for something he knows he can never have. His role in your life was to be your best friend and he was going out of line. He knew that, but he was done hiding behind it. It would be unfair to you if he kept lying about what he really wanted, so he finally told you. Look where exactly that got him. Honest, but still unhappy. “Your silence was the answer.”

You’re at a loss for words. It’s true that you didn’t feel the same way about him, at least not yet, but during that time you were so shocked with how fast everything was happening that you didn’t even have ample time to process everything properly.

“Then will you wait for me?” You ask, the whole point of why you waited for him finally being brought into the conversation.

Hope takes form in his eyes, barely there but present. You take his hand and slowly entangle your warm fingers with his cold ones while you wait for him to reply. “What do you mean?”

“Will you wait for me? Will you stand by my side?”

He breathes in and smiles because at least there’s the smallest glimmer of light for something more, the kind he believed he could never have. He clutches your palm in two of his own before his voice comes out shakily. Even if it doesn’t end up in both of your favors, he’ll know that he had you at some point. He hopes he doesn’t screw up and he swears that he won’t because like he said, all he needs is one chance.

“However long it takes.”

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