#I COULDVE ADDED '[LAUGHTER]'

[genderqueer-karma]

i actually made more gifs believe it or not

mana and ryux are so good at jenga guys

what i listened to (and had a fit over in the library)

[heartsleybyul]

⌕ TOGETHER IN THE KITCHEN

— w masuki satou, kou minamoto, floyd leech

› content : dangerously waving around a knife, gn reader, swearing, kou's part is kinda sucky, small injuries

› summary : you try to cook with/for them! Except that your a horrible cook...

› a/n : i dont know shit abt cooking so these may be wrong 💀

↻ MASUKI SATOU (my wife), raise a suilen.

It was another successful show, they all gave their best and you were proud of them. Especially for Masuki. Lately, you've been seeing her fully devoted to her drumming.

Even though you suggest that she should take breaks, it seems like she's doing quite the opposite.

Now that their show was a success, you wanted to cook her some ramen for her hard work.

The problem was, you had no knowledge or experience how to.

You consulted Reona and Rei to help you, which they happily agreed. Now you three were at the penthouse's kitchen, with Chiyu's permission of course.

You were browsing on the internet for a ramen recipe, until you found a pretty easy one. Miso Ramen, apparently you have all the ingredients in the kitchen which is a big help. Though it makes you question if Chiyu even cooks here.

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After prepping up your broths, it was time to add the noodles. You do so and continue with the recipe together with the guidance of Rei and Reona. But due to band stuff they both had to leave. You were getting the hang of it, right?

You remembered to add some salt and pepper. You grab the salt shaker from the counter when, the lid popped off and a shit-ton of salt went into the pot. Including the lid.

Well, you fucked up big time. You had already used all your ingredients and it'd be a waste to just throw it away.. I mean, no one would think too much of the salt would they?

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After adding the final topping, your ramen looks absolutely delectable! Except for the fact that it has an unusual amount of salt in it.

You invite Masuki over to the kitchen to gift her the Ramen. She sat on the counter seat while you slid her the bowl, she inspected it a bit then took a spoonful in her mouth.

You could only stand there with your lips sealed shut watching the suprised look on her face, you knew exactly why.

Masuki wanted to spit out the salty Ramen but.. you made it so, she was really stuck with swallowing it.

The blonde could just sit there staring blankly at the Ramen. She's stuck with two choices, either she tells you its tastes awful or she endures the horrid taste.

You, not being able to bear the awkwardness admit your mistake whilst you were cooking.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came out of her. "Ahahaha! [name] ya' couldve just told me y'know!" She says with such a giant smile on her face making you blush.

"Here, I'll teach you!"

↻ KOU MINAMOTO, an exorcist.

The quiet halls of Kamome, there was no spirit to be exorcised so Kou got tired from all the looking around. Heading to the Girl's bathroom to see what Hanako and Nene were up to, he saw you in the Home Ed class making, something?

He couldn't make up what you were cooking so he took a closer look through the door, whereas you noticed him and waved with a knife in your hand. Which immediately alerted him since its a hazard! "[name] don't wave that around!" He ran up to you almost immediately.

You put the knife down before some casualties could occur. Kou saw what you were baking?! You were baking! It seemed like you just finished baking brownies and was in the middle of cutting them.

Intrigued, Kou asked to taste one of the cut slices. It looked pretty good, there wasn't anything for him to be suspicious of.

crunch!

Crunchy?! And bitter?! The smell certainly deceived him. It tasted burnt.

You were suprised by his reaction a bit, was there something wrong with them?

"Uh, [name] these are burnt.." Kou shyfully said, your lips formed an 'o' it seemed like the recipe was wrong? Or maybe it was just your carelessness since you do remember leaving it to cook for way too long..

"Ahah, sorry Kou.." you apologized, there was some silence between you both when you picked up the trey and headed to the trash bin when he stopped you. "A- wait!" The boy shouted

Startled by the sudden outburst, you stop was you were doing and looked at him immediately. "I can have that.-! I mean, just to prank my friends or something..!"

You gave him the trey and giggled, you wondered how they'd react.

"Hehe, Thanks!"

↻ FLOYD LEECH, octavinelle.

Recently, you've been working around Mostro Lounge as a side job to make money. All would have been fine if you weren't in debt to Azul.

Your serving wasn't enough to pay the debt in a few weeks, it would take you months. But, there was a spot that can pay for your debt easily. Working as a chef there.

You would've taken this spot a long time ago if you knew juts how to cook.

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Its been a few weeks of you working there and the urge to just change your position to chef was strong but you can't cook. All this think got you spaced out, which caught a certain eel's attention.

"Ah~! Shrimpy!" Floyd approached you with his lazy smile. Which stopped youe thoughts. "Ah, Floyd. Need anything?" You offered. But Floyd just dragged you out of the Lounge.

"Eh-! Where are you dragging me Floyd!" You shouted but he just looked at you with such a giddy smile.

After a bit, you two winded up on the beach of Octavinelle. There was a nearby bench so Floyd gestured for you to sit with him. "Anything botherin' ya shrimpy?" He questioned with a smile on his face and his head was adjusted to your eye level.

"Um, y'know about the new Chef position? I've been wanting to apply for it but I don't know how to cook.. Its the easiest way for me to pay my debt." You answered. Floyd just let out a string of laughs after your statement. What was so funny?

"Ahahaha! So that's what bothering you?" You were angered by his statement. "Huh?! What's so funny about it?" "I mean, ya could've just told me!" With that he dragged you once again back to Mostro Lounge.

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You two were now in the kitchen, without Azul's permission. You tried to convince Floyd to ask permission since this could make your debt go deeper but alas, he wouldn't listen. "Don't worry shrimpy! I regularly cook here without his permission and never gets mad!" you could just reply with a tired sigh.

"So, what are we gonna make?" You questioned. "Takoyaki ofcourse!" The boy answered

"Ok, do we have the ingredients?" The smile on Floyd's face suddenly dissapeared, "Eh~ we can substitute right?"

This was going to go very wrong.

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After your attempt to 'cook' with Floyd, you ended up in the infirmary. You ended up inujred by his antics. The nurse was absent in the room so it was up to the eel to heal your slight burn and cut on your hands.

"Eh, I cant find anything." Floyd said while looking around the cabinets and drawers. "Not even some band aids?" You added on. Floyd answered you with a 'nah' continuing his search while you sat on one of the beds with your fingers stretched out.

Finally, Floyd found some adhesive bandage tape and some cotton balls. "C'mon! Lets go wash your hands first!" The eel dragged you by the arm, being cautious of your injured hand.

He offered to do everything for you, washing your hands thoroughly, and bandaging it up. While you two were now on one of the beds while he was applying some betadine to the cotton, you noticed how Floyd softened so much with you. You cherished it. Finally Floyd finished with the bandage.

"There, how ya' feeling~?"

[arlecchno]

oh good lord , h i hope you know what youve gotten yourself into by asking for the fic … [insert evil laughter here] okay okay now actually , the fic series doesnt focus on serial killers it was just that one fic in the series , but the serial killer fic is Blind Mirror (linked) by StrangeDiamond on Ao3 !!!! i have the print copies of the series (behold my collection) i think i also have to mention that its not an xreader fic lol

songs of resistance isnt part of the series but yaknow whatever . the ragnvindr brothers are a passion of mine and theyre my favorites i love them so much SHIDJSKDKD AND WHILE WERE ON THE TOPIC OF FIC RECS if you just so happen to have my horrid taste in men (/hj ?????) and like alhaitham , heres another one of my absolute favorite fics , i just call it Summers Fic (i hope these links are working properly lmao) and its got our favorites !!! murder / crimes , slowburn , (kinda) enemies to lovers (i fucking love the banter the author writes between mc and haitham) , + forensics stuff !! which is totally my jam because im a stupid little science gremlin .

you saying my board looks cool is so funny to me because like its a literal stock image , and while i couldve gone without it , low quality stock images just make me giggle for no reason so .. its also a little surprising you think its detailed because when i was making it i felt like i had to condense so much information for textbox space😭😭

i actually do a handful of things in the arts department , ive written my own little short stories and poems , and every once in a blue moon (when i have enough motivation) i make games ! granted theyre not very good , because im pretty sure im jackshit at characterization LOL heres a silly authors note i put in one of my short story docs just cuz why not honestly

also , YES I AM A DAIN LOVER IM ACTUALLY HIS BOYFRIEND (REAL) /j . all the khaenriah boys in general are my little sillies (i say as if they arent older than me) SO IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT DAIN WITH MY MESSAGES ARE OPEN (and i am more than willing to spout theorist nonsense about him and the other khaenriahn boys as well)

also you absolutely do not have to worry about your wording of anything , none of it came off negatively at all ! i think youre very nice lmao

heres a little question to end off because im running out of creative ways to signoff , do you kin anyone from genshin ?

hoping the images dont glitch out ,

- jellyfish

OHHH WAIT i think i've heard of that kaeya and diluc novel thingy??? i'm pretty sure i've seen them around twitter or tiktok some time ago and omg i should check them out then!!! those covers look so good maybe i'll actually get around with the whole series now that you've mentioned it

and omg that summers fic you just linked is already so amazing. you've captured my taste in genshin men perfectly (i say as i drool over alhaitham). i just finished with the first chapter and the author have really captured my heart with the bits of forensics and crime, adding on with the tinge of arab culture too!!! i'm gonna go ahead and read them when i have the time hehe

you do short stories... poems... AND GAMES???? hello am i seeing this right

(p/s: i low-key do those kinds of a/n in my google docs draft for ma too... but they just never made it to the finalized version 😔)

and actually dain is in bed with me rn idk what you're talking about 🙄🙄🙄 /j

me personally i am very interested in khaenriah lore but i really haven't gotten to it (tbh the overall lore of the game is a lot to take in) but i probably will someday,, if i am not lazy /hj

and honestly... i don't exactly know who i kin in genshin tbh. so i have decided to take this VERY extensive genshin kin quiz (as per what they've named their site) and surprisingly i got... collei?

though when i read this, it made me realize that, maybe i do kin her. whoops

okay i'm heading to bed now it's 1 am and i'm busy tomorrow 😔 it was nice talking with you again jellyfish !!! have a nice day 🫶

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Strangers (Pt.1)

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"Virgiiiiiiillll,"

"Mmnnn-"

"Virgiiiiillll, wake uuuuuupppp,"

"I dont wannaaaaaaaa,"

"I've got foooooooodddd,"

Virgil was out of his bed in minutes, stuffing his face with as much food as it could possibly fit.

"Hungry huh baby?" Roman said as he sat down in the seat next to Virgil.

"No of course not, what gave you that idea?" Virgil said with a delighted grin.

"You send very mixed signals sometimes dear," Roman responded with a laugh as he began eating his own meal.

"Being confusing is the one thing I'm good at," said Virgil.

"Now baby you know that's not true, you're good at a lot of things!" Roman said, throwing a scandalized look in Virgil's direction.

"I didnt mean it like that," Virgil said apologetically.

"Good, I expect you to keep it that way," Roman replied, ruffling Virgil's hair slightly.

"Do you have to go to work today?" Virgil pouted as he looked over at the clock, twenty minutes left.

"I have to go to work four days a week baby, that's how it is," Roman replied, pulling Virgil close and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Fine. . ." Virgil grumbled.

"Aaawww, are you gonna miss me baby?" Roman said, burying his face in the crook of Virgil's neck, eliciting a laugh from the smaller man.

"Of course I'm gonna miss you you big dork," Virgil said with a grin.

"Poor baby, stuck in this huge house all by yourself with no one to give you all the kisses and cuddles you deserve, whatever are you going to do?" Roman replied.

"Probably cry," Virgil said, adding the slightest hint of a whine at the back of his throat.

"Oh you poor thing," Roman said, laughing slightly. He got up from the table and let Virgil slide back into his chair before walking away.

"Dont you worry, I'll be back soon enough," Roman said, pressing a kiss to Virgil's forehead.

Virgil didnt mind being alone in the house of course,it was quiet and he could spend most of his time knitting on the couch and watching old cartoons, but he did miss Roman, Roman was warm and safe and bubbly and happy, a ray of sun in the sea of shadow that flowed through Virgil's mind.

Of course, Virgil could also be louder than his own head, but singing My Chemical Romance songs at the top of your lungs was typically frowned upon when your neighbors were trying to get chores done.

So Virgil always chose his second favorite hobby, knitting. Whether it was gloves, scarves, hats, sweaters, Virgil could make it, and rarely did it get tiring.

"Virgiiiilll! I'm hoooooommmmmeee!" Virgil rushed to set down what he was working on and rush into Roman's arms.

"I have a surpriiiiiiisssseeeee," Roman said, lifting Virgil up in the air, so he had to hold on to his shoulders to keep from falling. Virgil let out a shriek of laughter and buried his face in Roman's chest when he set him down.

"And what might that be?" Virgil asked. Roman fished around in his pockets for a bit before pulling out two slips of paper.

"Theres a carnival in town, and I want to take you," Roman said, smiling.

"Aaaaawwwww, babe!" Virgil stood on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Roman's cheek.

"You've gotta get dressed first though," Roman said with a laugh, gesturing to Virgil's pajama-clad body.

"Aaaaawwwweee- fiiiiinnnnneee," Virgil muttered before rushing off to change.

Soon enough he was dressed in a nice comfortable sweater, beanie, black winter boots and skinny jeans.

"So what's this carnival about anyways?" Virgil asked as he walked to the car.

"You'll see," Roman said.

"Well that doesnt sound ominous at all," Virgil replied with a laugh.

A few minutes later they pulled up to a grass clearing with multi-colored tents and different rides sprinkled throughout. The colors were dull and muted, and the carnival had more of a haunted feel to it than a whimsical one.

"Roman if you wanted to get a divorce you couldve just switched out my meds," Virgil said, looking around at the outlay of the carnival, though there was an unmistakable grin on his face.

"I thought you might like it," Roman said, ruffling his hair.

"Roman oh my gods they have crystal necklaces!" Virgil said, rushing over to a nearby booth.

The woman behind the booth had long black hair that seemed cut at odd angles, the nametag on her uniform read 'Lyssa'.

"See anything you like?" She said, her voice was raspy and quiet.

"Can I get a closer look at those two?" Virgil said, pointing at a spider and a dragon necklace that were placed rather close together.

"Of course, all wares are available for examination," Lyssa said, smiling brightly.

"Roman c'mere-" Virgil called, Roman walked over from where he'd been watching the fire-eaters.

"Oh? You like these huh?" Roman said, picking the dragon necklace up off the table.

"Mhm," Virgil mumbled quietly.

"How much?" Roman said, looking at the woman behind the counter.

"Twenty each," she replied.

"That's not to expensive is it?" Virgil said with a hurried look at Roman.

"If you like it, it's not to expensive," Roman said, placing yet another kiss on Virgil's forehead. He took out his wallet and placed two twenties on the counter before taking up the spider necklace and clasping it around Virgil's neck, doing the same around his own with the dragon necklace.

They spent the rest of the day on rides or eating more food than wouldve been healthy for most people, but Virgil didnt mind, he was with Roman, and that was the important part.

And they were home soon enough, exhausted and clinging to each other on the couch, cheesy romance comedies playing on the tv in front of them.

"Geez I'm glad you didnt propose to me like that- I'd probably have hit you upside the head for scaring me like that," Virgil said with a laugh.

"Ah but I can scare you without sky diving being involved," Roman said with a grin.

"Oh hush." Virgil responded, pressing a kiss to Roman's forehead.

"You ready for bed baby?" Roman said as Virgil let out a yawn and stretched his arms behind him.

"Maybe a little," Virgil replied, burying his face in Roman's chest as he was lifted bridal style off the couch.

"Goodnight baby, I love you," Roman said after turning out the lights.

"I love you to," Virgil responded, before drifting off to sleep.

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[sluttyprincessinarizona]

Taishiro Toyomitsu (FatGum) x shy! reader (fluffies!)

This is my first, o f f i c i a l tumblr fanfic, so woo! I ' m f c k i n g t e r r i f i e d -anyway, this is a FatGum x reader, because Tai is the cutest thing and I don't see enough of him. I'll be doing some of my personal favorites from the anime, ranging from popular to underrated characters, so I hope anyone who comes across this weird mess enjoys it! Leave a comment, or like, or smth, because I think this will be really cool, and i wanna be like those other awesome fanfic writers one day- anyways, byeee!

Word count: Idk dude, I'm on mobile-(it's a lot tho, trust me-)

Warnings: Mild cursing, also make sure to brush your teeth afterwards, cause this will give you a toothache from the sweetness-

A box. Wait, what? Where did it come from? Who put it there? Is this a prank? It smells like…Takoyaki?!? Fatgum rushed to his desk, opening the pastel purple box sat neatly on his desk. ¨Yes! Morning snack!¨ He cheered whilst fist pumping the air. Fatgum reached to take a piece of the octopus goodness, but hesitated, for just a moment. His smile faltered, and he took a second to evaluate, his hero instincts shining through. Poison? Intruder? Stalker? However, the mouth-watering smell of his newly-acquired treat pulled him sultrily out of his cautiousness, and Fatgum gave in to the temptation, devouring the takoyaki in mere seconds. He made sure to be careful with the box though. ¨Ill ask Kirishima or Amajiki if they gave me this. Those kids are just the greatest!¨ He bounded out of his office in a rush to excitedly badger at his two son- interns, but he soon found that neither knew what he was talking about. They had just barely entered the agency for the first time since yesterday, so they had no part in this adorable gift Fat had received. Fatgum was slightly put off, but resolved that he would ask everyone at his agency personally, determined to find and thank the angel who gave him this thoughtful present. 

Its been about a month since then. After a week of daily takoyaki, Fatgum was wondering if he´d be destined to live a life of having takoyaki for breakfast when he opened his office door and froze. Fatgum had expected to see that same lavender(he checked) shaded box of goodness, but he was greeted with a rolled up bag sitting on top of a box, but it was a different shade of purple. His seemingly permanent smile grew tenfold and he giddily bounced over to his desk to investigate the new items he had been gifted. He opened the bag first, and took out a cup. Coffee. He was stunned. Not by the fact that his ´secret admirer´ had brought him coffee, nor was it the fact that they could have gotten it wrong. No, he was floored by the logo on the coffee cup. It was the logo of the small cat cafe down the street. Fatgum asks Kirishima and Amajiki to visit there almost everyday, though he insists its just for the coffee. Fatgum went there once to get himself a coffee his two children were busy, and he hasn´t gone back since. Not because the establishment was bad, no it adorable. The pastel color scheme, the friendly felines who endlessly entertained him, even the mere scent of the cafe brings a smile to his face, but for one reason, and one reason only.

You.

You, the one who owned, managed, and staffed the humble cafe all on your own. Fatgum could barely manage to keep professional, for he had no idea where he was supposed to direct his eyes. Your precious attitude, the excitable gleam in your eyes, your contagiously cute giggle, and your blush, oh the blush! Fatgum had told you a joke to ease his own nerves, but the waver in his tone and ok-at-best comedy skills only proved to make him even more anxious. That was, until he heard you laugh. You didn´t just laugh, no, because he had just found your weakness. Simple, honest, puns. You attempted to cover your mouth so you could save your dignity, but resistance was futile when you were hit with such a bad joke from such a cute man. You doubled over in pure, jovial, laughter, and at that moment, you thanked every Greek god that has ever lived that you two were the only ones occupying the shop at that moment. Well, besides all the spectating kittens. You were so caught up in that stupidly funny pun, you failed to notice that you were the only one laughing. 

Fatgum was speechless. Normally, hes the one laughing at his own jokes, but here you were, laughing. Not only that, but your laugh was heavenly. It was music to his ears, and he could hardly stomach the rush of feelings that had hit him. Embarrassment, anxiety, calm, joy, happiness, lo-…

Love? Did he love you?

He wanted to say no immediately, there was no way. But his rushing mind stopped once he heard you snort. You covered your mouth, hoping he hadn´t heard such an embarrassing sound come from you, but it only made you laugh harder, and soon you were snorting with every other breath. He couldn´t breathe. You snort when you laugh too hard??? His head was spinning with every wave of feeling that enveloped him. He felt like he was floating. He was on cloud nine simply from the fact that he could reduce you to giggles and snorts like this. He was so overwhelmed, yet relieved by your reaction. You had bashfully admitted to him that you had trouble opening up to others, and you had found it remarkable how easily he had broken down your walls as if they were nothing more than a breeze. He wondered if this meant he ad a chance. Talking with you was effortless, and brought him a level of joy he had never experienced. It made him wonder what else you two would get up to. His mind flashed with endless scenarios, you appearing in every single one. You on a date, shy smiles and ´accidentally´ bumping into each other every two seconds. You at his house, leaning into his chest as you stuff your faces with popcorn, hypnotized by a movie. You underneath him, your small frame dwarfed by his larger one, breathless and writhing. You in his office, sitting on his lap and snuggling him as he finishes up some paperwork.

He wanted you, with every thing he had. He wanted to have you, have fun with you, do things with you, go places with you. He wanted you childishly, so you two could bounce around the world together with reckless abandon. He wanted you selfishly, to pull you close where everyone could see, so no one would mistake that you were his. He wanted you devilishly, giving you endless kisses and lovebites, just to see you squirm and blush. He wanted you innocently, to sing karaoke at the top of his lungs with you, and do scavenger hunts for your anniversaries. He wanted you longingly, knowing that he could power through the villains, the mountains of paperwork, all of lifes bullshit, just so he could be greeted by your smile, the smile of a tried-and-true angel.

After that day, Fatgum never went back to your store. He knew that if he saw you again, with that illegally cute maid outfit and those entrancing eyes, he would be compelled to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, which is a level of mortification hes not ready for. The day after his return, he was so stunned by the mark your presence left on his very being that he began to notice that almost everything reminded him of you. The fluffiness of the clouds brought to his mind the cute way the frill on your outfit bounced in excitement. The soft shades of blues and purples at nighttime reminded him of the perfect lighting of your cafe as he passed it late at night. Hell, his assistants cat reminded him of you, and he noted every one of these things for his own sake, but he never realized just how loud he gets when hes in his own head. His muttering got louder and more distracting, to the point that he would daydream at every possible moment, dreamily sighing your name like a mantra. Taishiro Toyomistu, an established pro-hero, a fully functioning adult, had been reverted back to a love-sick teenage boy. It was almost pathetic, yet he made up for by how excited even the mention of you made him. It piqued his interns interests, and they decided to take matters into their own hands.

Amajiki was currently rethinking his entire life. His decisions, his friendships, his entire existence was being heavily reevaluated. How did he let Kirishima talk him into this? His underclassman who he thought was just beginning to understand what boundaries are, had somehow, by some absolutely-mystical-means, convinced him to hide in his mentors cabinet to watch for some mystery person leaving snacks for him. He couldve been training, he couldve been eating, hell, he couldve even been talking with Mirio and Nejire, but no. Here he was, cramped between a shelf and crates of paperwork, staking out someone who he doesnt know, and hoping that he wont have to wait for too long stuck in this position. He was about to adjust himself to leave the cabinet and forget this whole plan, when the office door creaked open, the annoyingly loud squeeeak making the person wince as they continued to open it. Amajiki froze, barely containing his squeak of fear as he watched in awe as the door opened but...n-no one was there???

Amajiki blinked, wondering if was just a stray breeze, or some ghostly apparition, which brought tears of terror to his precious eyes from the mere thought. He blinked his tears away hastily, and looked back to reassure himself that no one was there, and even if they were, they were probably friendly. Or, at the very least, he could overpower anyone with relative ease, but he choked on his own reassurance. One second, there was no one, the next, there was you. You, the girl from the cafe, had just appeared out of thin air! You were the one leaving the snacks for Fatgum! Amajiki gawked as you set down the periwinkle box of cupcakes, along with the bag that contained his mentors coffee, brewed to perfection and made with so much love that he could feel it from his hiding spot. He stayed as still as possible, silently spectating as you arranged the snacks neatly while humming a sweet tune, as if you were in the comfort of your own home. You decided that you had adjusted the box by .1% enough times, and you smiled warmly at the box, before jumping at the sound of Fatgum's voice, laughing joyously at something while steadily getting closer to the office you both were in. You panicked and ran behind the door, closing it fully before he got too close, so as not to seem suspicious. Amajiki had blinked only once, and then you were gone again, and Fatgum had opened the door, bringing the operation to a screeching halt. When Amajiki reported back to Kirishima, he realayed back what he had witnessed to an excitable Kirishima, who jumped for joy when he heard that it was you. 

¨I knew it!¨ Kirishima exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. He had guessed beforehand that you were the one leaving such a heart-warming gift for his mentor, and now his next meal was paid for, which he was very happy about.

Fatgum was accompanying Kirishima and Amajiki to his favorite restaurant after a surprisingly peaceful patrol, and they knew they had to tell him then, when they had a peaceful moment to relax. So, they told him.

¨Hey Fat, I just wanted to let you know that…¨ Kirishima started, looking over at Fatgum from his menu, but his sentence was soon forgotten. He, and Amajiki, were staring incredulously at Fatgum, who was currently trying to disappear into his jacket. ¨F-fatgum?¨ Amajiki asked shakily. ¨Whats w-wrong? A-a-are there villains here?!¨ He looked around in alarm, but there were no immediate threats in sight. What had shaken their fearless mentor up so severely? Fatgum simply shook his head, and laid his forehead down on the cool table in hopes of soothing his burning face. Kirishima and Amajiki looked at Fatgum, then to each other in confusion. They both shrugged and went to comfort him when they heard a giggle that caught their attention. Normally that wouldn’t matter at a time like this, but that giggle triggered something in Fatgum and the most obvious shiver went down his spine at the sound. Amajiki, who was across the booth from Fat and Kirishima peered from around his seat to see who it was and gasped. He looked back at Fatgum, then mouthed to Kirishima ¨Its the girl from the cafe!¨ Kirishima gaped, standing up to get a better look. Sure enough, there you were, chatting with a friend who worked the reception booth at the establishment. You were there for your weekly shipment of leftover supplies from the restaurant that you could use for your sweets, but Fatgum didnt know that. All Fatgum could think of is how embarrassing it would be if you saw him cowering like a child in your mere presence. But even then, he couldnt get over how absolutely stunning you looked in casual clothes. He was thoroughly surprised at the fact that you werent already up and married when he met you, because you were simultaneously everything he wanted and needed, and not at all what he was expecting. You were funny, smart, and cute, but he knew there were worlds of things hiding behind your bright eyes. You were perfect. You were everything. You were-

Poke

¨T-Toyom-m-mistu? Ar-are you ok? You seem a b-bit sick or som-something?¨

You were right next to him, poking his arm. You were blushing almost as fiercely as him, for multiple reasons. 1. you were right next to someone who instantly caught your heart in his excessively large hands as soon as you met him, and you were poking him. 2. His two interns were staring you down so intensely that you began to wonder if you ever should have walked over in the first place. and 3. is he sick or not?!? You just wanted to make sure hes ok, and maybe kinda possibly ask him why he hasnt visited the shop in a while. But it doesnt seem like thats gonna happen. You kept your voice down because you knew that if a commotion happened that you would actually be sick from fright, but you couldnt help the worry that bubbled in your gut at the sight of him.

On the other hand, Fatgum was just about ready to fucking combust. He wanted to look up, he wanted to see your soft, caring features and the look of concern that was undoubtedly on your face, but he knew impulse would  overtake him. He barely managed to keep from making a fool of himself in front of you and everyone who knew him, and he felt backed into a corner. His mind was racing, and he couldnt even feel his heart beating anymore. His breath was getting heavy, but he barely noticed it. He was driving himself mad, slowly devolving into a panic that he didnt know was enveloping him, nor did he know how to get out of it. All he could think of was you, how disgusted you would be by him if he proposed to you, how you would walk away from him if he said the wrong thing. He wanted you, but he cant have you, and he doesn't know what to-

¨Taishiro!¨ you exclaimed, no longer worried about making a scene. You wrenched his head up from the table and pressed his forehead against yours. He stared wordlessly at you, his thoughts going silent for just a moment, and that was all you needed. ¨Taishiro, look at me, ok? You're ok. I've got you.¨ You spoke softly to him, phrases that you're soothing voice spoke to him. Things he could only imagine from his wildest dreams. His breathing slowed as he slowly came back to his senses, forgetting all about his panic in favor of taking in you. He made no effort to move, because he was completely content on being this close to you forever. He was astonished by you, how you could calm his mind and steal his heart all at once, but the thing he couldnt draw away from was your eyes. They held no pity, however in it's place was the light of experience. You held him not because you pitied him, but because you knew his fear, and wanted to take it away, if only for a moment. He couldnt help but tear up at the genuineness in your gaze, the gaze that you never broke, not even for a second. You had grabbed his arm as he sunk, pulling him back up, and encouraging him to let you help him. You knew what it felt like to be stuck with no one to help, so you told him to relax, let himself be helped just this once, all without any words. All you needed was to look into his eyes and he could understand everything you tried so desperately to convey to him for months. You lost control of your filter as you soothed him, letting slip how much you missed him and his goofy smile, and how undeniably happy he made you. You brought him onto his feet and carried him up, and as you unknowingly whispered "That was when I knew that I loved you", he could see the bright glowing light that enveloped you. You really were an angel. He could see your halo, your soft wings, but overall he saw your heavenly smile, one that begged him to respond, as you were losing confidence at an alarming rate. At that moment, he broke into the brightest, cutest, and dorkiest grin you had ever witnessed, and it melted your heart all over again. He leaped up in a flash, and before you knew it, he had you bridalstyle in his arms with dizzying speed. You squealed in fear, but relaxed as you saw him gaze down at you lovingly. You smiled back shyly, and buried your face in his chest when you could hear the restaurant goers cheering at the display, He carried you out of the restaurant in a valiant display, and his remark as you both exited made the cheers of the onlookers sound deafening, and it drove your blush all the way down to your ears in shock.

¨Hey sweetcheeks, we should get married!¨

~End~

I hope you enjoyed it! It took me about three days to finish, cause online school, but this was awesome. I legitimately love this one, and this probably the only one I've finished and was satisfied with. If you like it, pls let me know cause I already adore this, and I wanna share with the world, no matter how scary it might be. Anyways, this has gotten long, so I'm gonna bounce. Gotta start the next one. Bye-bye!💜

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚apple of my eye ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Chapter IV

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gang member!han jisung, gang!au, florist!reader

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warnings: gun mention at the end!

 Jisung was still there when you woke up, entangled in his arms. But he was already awake, even with fatigue making his eyelids droop slightly. You were worried that Jisung would disappear again, without reason or explanation, but here he was. Looking out for you even when he must’ve been overworked with his band business. You moved slightly, wanting to attempt to make breakfast for the both of you when he wrapped his arms around your waist, peppering kisses on the back of your shoulder. “Just a few minutes more,” he persuaded, “I don’t want to ever leave.” And you wish you could, you wish you had. You stroked his hand, tracing small circles on the back of it. “I have to make breakfast,” you whispered, “And open up shop. Make calls.” He rested his head on the crook of your neck. “No you don’t,” he whined, “We can just stay here.” He sounded so tired, so exhausted, and rightfully so. So, you didn’t argue.

Instead, for a few more hours rather than the suggested minutes, you laid there. Entangled in each other’s limbs, in comfortable silence and warmth. But as the noon sun rolled around, you felt more compelled to do something productive- to move past the stressful month and get back to your regular routine. You fought through Jisung’s pout and made a modest breakfast, sipping tea as Jisung refused to leave your side, sitting behind you on the living room floor, mindlessly kissing the nape of your neck as the TV news filled the room with white noise.

Around the late afternoon, you were able to drag Jisung downstairs, keeping you company as you called your frequent clients, informing them that you had opened again. They were all relieved to hear that you were alright, and that the shop was back up and running smoothly again. Some of them even stopping immediately by, bringing comfort gifts and ordering new arrangements. Still, the feeling of uneasiness rested in the demon pit of your stomach. But nothing was outwardly out of place. At least, nothing you could see. You tried to repress the feeling, a record player you had fished out from under your bed playing some soft jazz music. You were teaching Jisung to make some flower crowns out of daisies, and he was surprisingly very good at it, not needing your help after a half hour.

“Sungie.”

He paused to look you in the eyes, gently grabbing your hand to give it a tight, reassuring squeeze. “What is it my love?”

You grew flustered at the pet name, playing with the flower crown you were working on with your free hand. But for the past two weeks, all you could think about what a beaten up Jisung. You worried endlessly about him, that night was emotionally fulfilling and draining, but you had to soothe a question that pounded into your brain.

“That night..,” you hesitated, glancing nervously at him, “That night you kissed me. How did you..who hurt you?”

He made you turn to face him, hands resting on your waist. He grabbed both your hands, still maintaining eye contact. “Is that what’s been bothering you?” he asked sadly, “Is that all you’ve been thinking about?” You nodded, refusing to make direct eye contact with him. “I just had a run in with an asshole,” he explained, “You should’ve seen him though, he was much worse off.” He laughed, trying to lighten the atmosphere, hating how tense and serious it was. “Besides,” he added, planting a kiss on his biceps, “These babies would never let me down.” Your shoulders relaxed a bit, the tension in them releasing and you threw a handful of daisies at him, laughing and smiling at his ability to dissolve any sort of oppressive undertone.

He wasn’t telling you the truth, the full truth, but there was no way you could’ve none at the time.

“How’s stray kids?” you asked, “Do you have any gigs coming up?” A flicker of nearly imperceptible worry passed through Jisung’s eyes. You’d always admired the deep brown of his eyes, especially the way that sunlight shone on them, making them warm like melted chocolate and golden sun flecks swirling within them. You could draw his eyes from memory, and seeing his worry made the uneasiness creep up your chest.

“We’ve been pretty busy,” he turned to work on a second flower crown with the daisies you threw at him, “Becoming a lot more popular than we had intended. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to be with you more.” You played with his hair, tucking a few unruly strand behind his ear.

“Any time with you is a good amount of time.”

A smile spread across the face, the type that made you swoon, the type where all other smiles would be ruined for the rest of your light time. He pinched your cheeks lightly, stretching them out as he teased you. “You don’t have to be so cute okay,” he fake scolded, a smile still on his face, “If you say stuff like that, my heart is going to burst.” You make an unintelligible noise as he kept messing with your stretched cheeks. But eventually he stopped, hugging you instead. “You’re my favorite person,” he said quietly, “Thank you for being here.” He stayed in that position for a few minutes, as you played with his hair, his head resting on your chest due to his seated position. The record music still played, giving the room an ever softer, escapist feeling.

But reality had to hit sometime.

You noticed the sun setting, the orange glow filling the room in a warm, soft light. The flowers’ color illuminated by the glow. The light through the stained glass piece leaving a puddle of prismed colors on the side of Jisung face. He had never looked so relaxed, so soft, so angelic as he did now. The world felt like it calmed down, slowed, even if it was for those few minutes. You stroked his hair, before you moved to lock the shop’s door, evening approaching- and business dying down. You normally never close earlier, but today you felt you deserved it. You locked the door, shutting the blinds and the warm orange glow disappeared.  Leaving you and Jisung in artificial, fluorescent light.

That’s when the first shot was fired.

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“ I Don’t Take Spanish.”

Anonymous said:Could you please do number 31 with Harrison? Love ur blog ❤️ 

31. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did”  

“What about her?” Harry asked, pointing to the girl with (H/C) from across the party. She sat on the couch, in between a drunk couple making out and a young boy, most likely a freshman, who took sip of his beer and cringed at the taste. Harrison’s eyes flickered to the girl, smirking to himself. “Her name is (Y/N),” Tom said. “She’s in my Psych. class. Not exactly a social butterfly.” One of the other frat brothers, Jared said. “That’s our girl. If Haz can get her to go out with him, we all give him fifty bucks.If she puts out, a hundred.” Harrison looked from his “friends” and over to Tom, who gave him a forced smile, almost as if it were supposed to be reassuring. “Okay,” Harrison replied, reluctantly.

“Is this really a good idea?” Harrison asked as him and Tom made their way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, a Post Malone song blared through the fraternity house. “Probably not.” Tom replied, giving his best friend a shrug. “Look, I don’t want you to do this almost as much as you don’t want to do it. But you know how those guys are and you know the power they hold around here.” “One wrong move and our futures are toast.” Harrison nodded. “That’s fucking pathetic.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as her roommate said her goodbyes, taking off with a guy she had met earlier that night. Typical of her roommate to leave (Y/N) at a party she didn’t even want to attend. Even more typical to leave the party with a random “Thrasher” wearing fuckboy. “(Y/N)!”  She heard someone exclaim, causing her to look around. “Leaving so soon?” “Oh, hi, Tom.” She greeted awkwardly. “Um, yeah, my roommate ditched me so I was going to head back to my place to study for my anthropology exam.” “Hey, Harrison was leaving too!” Tom said, pushing his best friend forward. “You know Harrison, right?” “Uh, kind of.” (Y/N) replied. “You were in my chem class freshmen year.” “Well, here’s a wacky idea,” Tom said. “Why doesn’t Harrison walk you home?” “Oh, no, that’s o-” “No!” Harrison cut her off. “Honestly, it’s late and there are so many creeps on campus. I’d personally feel better knowing you’ve gotten home safely.” “So I should let a guy I’ve never even spoken to to walk me home?” (Y/N)  questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Well, uh-” “Relax, Osterfield.” (Y/N) said. “I know you’re not a serious threat.” “Yeah, right-“ “But trust me, I’ll be fine.” The girl reassured the blue eyed boy. She held up her keychain, showing the can of pepper spray. “Plus, my phone’s at like eighty.” Harrison was stumped on an excuse now, glancing at Tom from the corner of his eye for assistance, any excuse. “Truthfully,” Tom spoke. “Harrison’s struggling with spanish class lately.” Harrison looked at his friend, eyes wide, almost as if he was saying ‘I don’t even take spanish’. Tom shrugged his shoulders. “Right, Spanish.” Harrison said. “Español.” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah,” Tom added awkwardly. “And since you’re doing pretty well in that class, he was hoping you would help him.” “Right!” “If I agree to tutor you in Spanish will you two stop being so weird?” (Y/N) asked, grabbing Harrison’s unlocked phone out of his hand. She proceeded to type in her information. “That’s my number, I’m free from four to seven mondays, tuesdays, and Thursdays.” “Can I still walk you home?” Harrison asked. “Fine.”

Three weeks had passed since (Y/N) had agreed to tutor Harrison in a class he wasn’t even taking. The two had gotten fairly close, spending nearly every study session getting off topic, the library filling with their laughter. The elderly librarian would give them a stern look whenever they entered the library, as if to tell them to be quiet before they even said anything.

Twenty minutes into the study session and Harrison was incredibly bored. Sure, learning another language was beneficial, but he was doing it solely to get this girl to fall for him, to break her heart. Harrison glanced up from his notes to see Jared watching him, giving him a short nod so that he would follow through with the plan. Harrison sighed, closing the textbook. “Can we not study today?” Harrison asked. “Sure,” (Y/N) replied. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, no, everything’s fine.” Harrison admitted. “(Y/N), I don’t take Spanish.” “I know.” “You do?” Harrison asked, surprised. “The way Tom looked when he told me you needed help at the party, oh yeah.” (Y/N) replied, crossing her arms. “He’s a great actor but the guy can’t lie for shit.” “So, why’d you agree to tutor me?” “I figured you were into me.” She replied with shrug. “Am I wrong?” “Well,” Harrison hesitated. “No, you aren’t.” “So, are you going to ask me out or what?” “You’re something else.” Harrison chuckled, shaking his head. “You know that, right?” (Y/N) beamed at the blue eyed boy beside her, picking up her books from the table. “I’m free saturday night. See you at seven.” She responded before strolling away.

“I don’t want to tell her.” Harrison said to Tom as he got ready for his four month anniversary dinner with (Y/N). “You really fell for her, huh?” Tom asked, handing Harrison one of the shirts he was asked to choose from, a maroon knitted sweater. “What am I going to do?” Harrison groaned. “I almost told her I loved her last night.” He scoffed. “I almost told her that I loved her but I knew the second she found out that the whole reason we even started dating was because of a bet, she’d leave.” “She should know.” Tom said, sitting on the edge of Harrison’s bed. “If you really love her, you would tell her.” “I know.” Harrison sighed. “She’s gonna dump me.” “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Tom said. “I wish I never made that stupid bet.”

“You know we could’ve just watched movies at my place.” (Y/N) stated as the couple walked into the restaurant. Harrison scoffed playfully at the girl, taking her hand. “Where’s the fun in that?” Harrison asked as the hostess escorted them to their table. “Free food, free movies, blankets, pil-” “Okay, okay.” Harrison cut her off, pulling her chair out for her to sit. “I see your point, doll.” “I knew you would.” She chuckled as he sat down on the opposite end of the table. “Have I mentioned how amazing you look?” Harrison asked, sipping on his water. “It might’ve been mentioned.” (Y/N) replied with a nod. “Once when you were on my doorstep. Twice in the car, right before we walked into this place, and ten seconds ago.” “And I mean it.” “I know.” she said, smiling at him. “I’m glad you pretended to be in a Spanish class.” “Yeah?” “It’s was stupid, but it’s why we’re here.” (Y/N) grabbed Harrison’s hand from across the table. “And I’m really glad we’re here.” “Not as glad as I am.” Harrison said, his thumb rubbing against hers. “(Y/N),” “Haz.” “I need to tell you something.” “Anything.” (Y/N) responded, a hopeful look in her eyes. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.” “I’m sorry, what?”

Part 2???????

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[starrysence]

Tommy Boy/Romeo? they need more content-spottie ❤️

they definitely need more content!! i will lead a tOMMY BOY/ROMEO REVOLUTION IF I MUST

warnings: talks about depression, also tommy has shitty parents

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●aight yall. theyre both pan.

▪romeo makes constant pan puns and tommy is So Done▪"guess you could say we’re…. PANicking about that test in calculus today"▪"youve been spending too much time with race"▪"youre just jealous because i couldve been spending that time with you"▪"you motherfucker,,,,“●romeo wants to cuddle w/ tommy basically any chance he gets because tommy spends a good chunk of every day busy with either school work, his job, or dance▪literally always down for cuddles????▪sometimes tommy is just like "hey wanna watch a movie”▪and ro will LEAP onto the couch so fast it scares tommy and he’ll bury himself in tommy’s arms▪"HELL yes"▪tommy’s highly amused▪through laughter: “ok cool”●tommy does NOT get nearly enough sleep every night and it rlly worries romeo▪they have some ap classes together bc romeo isnt in all ap classes like tommy is▪the latest he’ll have to stay up w/ tommy on a weekend is like?? 1am maybe▪but he gets up like 3 hours later for a drink of water and tommy STILL isnt in bed and he is Worried ▪he’ll find tommy passed out at the table they were working and just sighs▪as much as he’d like to get tommy into bed he tried dragging the boy into the room but he was absolutely exhausted by the time he did▪so he just grabs a blanket and drapes it around tommy and prepares for neck cramp complaints in the morning●tommy gets SUPER dramatic abt his soreness after extended dance classes or rehearsals for shows▪he will absolutely just collapse on the couch the moment he gets to it and start moaning▪"romeoooo im in paaaaaaain"▪after the first couple times romeo just kinda gets used to it and laughs at his drama queen of a bf but helps him ease the soreness●romeo really takes care of tommy the days his depression acts up▪literally cancels everything and stays w/ tommy the whole day▪he doesnt want to nag at tommy too much bc he understands that that can get annoying/overwhelming/etc

▪but time to time he’ll ask tommy if he needs anything or if theres anything he can do to help▪kind of different but ro always always reminds tommy to take his antidepressants ▪tommy will sometimes just spill to romeo about how much it means to him that he’s doing that▪sometimes he starts rambling which leads to apologising which leads to more rambling so romeo will place his hands on tommy’s arms and kiss him rlly soft and quick ▪"its okay, i love you"●tommy’s parents never really supported his love for dance???? at all?▪they wanted him to do something ‘more practical’▪like. he couldnt take dance classes outside of school at all unless he paid for it▪so he kinda just like took up jobs and worked them to pay for lessons and until he saved enough money on the side for a plane ticket and arranged to live w/ an aunt in nyc▪when hes starting to build up a career and a name for himself he gets a call from his parents congratulatjng him on his success▪gets so bitter????? literally tells them off abt the whole thing and then doesnt even wait for a response before he hangs up▪romeo is helping him calm down afterwards and assuring him that he did the right thing●romeo is amazing at photography ▪also at maintaining aesthetics????▪his isntagram account always has such a nice theme tommy loves it▪theres this whole month where ro literally just posts pictures of him and tommy▪mainly to annoy his friends who told him “honestly can you two get any more gross”▪[he took it as a challenge]●so these two dont get a lot of free days to just spend time together, which they absolutely hate▪thank god for ny winters▪sometimes its too snowy so neither of them have to go to class or to work▪they spend the entire day just lounging around with each other ▪so many cuddles. so many kisses. so. many. ●yall know romeo’s thing is more playful flirting so sometimes tommy will crack a dirty joke and this boy’s face will go RED

▪tommy thinks its hilarious and the cutest thing hes ever seen▪"ro,, baby are you ok"▪"n O"▪he cant stop laughing. and romeo only smiles bc he loves hearing tommy’s laugh so much●gotta end this on a soft note cuz yall know how it be;;;;; they 10000% send each other wholesome memes and/or super long and sappy lovey dovey texts▪tommy is Bad With Words so usually he’ll send ro the memes▪sometimes romeo will send tommy 4am texts abt how lucky and in love he is and tommy will see them either a.) as soon as theyre sent bc hes working on stuff or b.) first thing in the morning bc he always checks for texts from romeo after waking up▪they always make him smile! so much!!▪side note ro loves tommy’s smile▪he thinks its the cutest thing ever▪every time tommy smiles ro says “the sun is quaking” and tommy snorts w/ laughter. every time. ▪theyre Soft as Heck yall

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aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAA i love them. so much. sndjldvfs i hope u liked these hcs. i would Die for these boys (tbh i’d die for all the newsies what else is new)

-sanj 💕

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“Just give me one more chance Donald and daisy

"Just give me one more chance," Donald sat across from Daisy at a café. He hadn't quite expected all of his old feelings to resurface the moment they started talking, but they did. "Well... Alright then," Daisy nodded. "Wait- what?" Donald blinked. "I'll give you another shot," Daisy smiled. "You don't have a boyfriend?" Donald baffled. Daisy laughed."Nope. Not at the moment, but that can always change," Daisy's eyes sparkled and Donald just laughed like an idiot, which made Daisy laugh too. "So, what do you want to do?""Well we could uh..." Donald about it, "We could take a walk by the docks," he suggested. "Just like old times hm? Alright," Daisy grabbed her purse and stood up. Donald adjusted his hat and they left the café together. "So what have you been up to?" Daisy put on her favorite white sunglasses. "Oh you know, working and taking care of the boys," Donald said."The boys? Oh, you mean your nephews. How are they?" Daisy asked. "Oh you know, wild and sneaky as little boys can be. They're more like their mom every day," he laughed. "Oh speaking of their mother, how is she?" Daisy smiled at him, and his smile faded. She didn't know. It had been ten years and he forgot to tell her. How could he have forgotten to tell her?! Maybe he was just too distracted at the time- whatever. He had to tell her now. "Della... Is gone," was all he said. Daisy's smile faded and she nodded. "I see... I'm so sorry Donnie," she spoke softly. "I should've told you sooner. You two were really close," he looked out at the docks. "Its alright, you were busy," Daisy nodded. They walked quietly for a bit before he decided to change the subject. "So what have you been doing?" Donald inquired. "Well I opened up my own boutique in St. Canard, so that's always keeping me busy," Daisy shrugged, "though as much as I love it, I do appreciate a day off every now and then," she smiled. Donald blushed. "Hehe... No problem," Donald scratched the back of his head when he thought that he heard laughter of three little ducks. Donald turned around, but saw no one besides sailors. "Something wrong?" Daisy turned. "No, just thought I heard someone," Donald returned and they continued on. "Someone huh? Is it the police? Did they finally catch you?" Daisy put her hands on her hips and chuckled. "Still sassy as ever," Donald chuckled too. "I should hope so. I did win 'Most Sassy' in the yearbook," she smirked. "And you wear it with pride," he smirked back. They looked at eachother and started laughing. "Just like highschool," she laughed. "Just like highschool," he reminisced. Their laughs faded into smiles. "Actually, there is one difference between now and highschool," Daisy took off her sunglasses, and Donald saw a shimmer in her eye. "And that is?" Donald raised an eyebrow."I haven't kissed you yet, but that's easily fixed," she smiled. "Yes- wait what-?" Donald didn't have time to think before Daisy grabbed him and they shared a passionate kiss. "There we go. Now it's just like it was," she turned back toward the sunset looking quite pleased. "Hahaha... Yup," Donald laughed dizzily. He could've sworn he heard the snickering of children coming from behind one of those benches..."Hm... Maybe it's time to get you home. You seem a bit dizzy there," Daisy looked at Donald. "Hm? Oh no no I'm fine," he reasurred. "How about start heading back anyway? Where do you live?" Daisy turned off of the docks so he followed. "Oh uh... On a houseboat at McDuck Manor?" Donald bit his lip. "McDuck Manor? As in your uncle Scrooge McDuck?! Man, it must be amazing to be related to someone that famous and glorious," Daisy jumped. "Sure..." he nodded along. "You have to introduce me!" Daisy grabbed his hand, "c'mon lets go! This will be amazing for my business," she started running. "Gah! Slow down! Slow down!" Donald quacked and they stopped at a cross walk. "Sorry there, got excited," she started panting. "That seems like something you would do," he nodded, "so have you kept in touch with anybody else from highschool?" Donald asked. "Well me and Minnie Mouse still keep in touch, even though she's basically a celebrity now. Don't even get me started on Mickey. I can't look anywhere without seeing something with him on it," Daisy waved her hand with sass. "Ah, I see," Donald nodded again. "What about you? Did you keep in touch with anyone?" the light turned green and they kept walking. "Well... I was in touch with Goofy and Mick for awhile but I was busy going on adventures with Della and Scrooge until I had to take care of the boys," Donald shrugged. "Ah," Daisy nodded, "just a few more blocks until we get there?" "Yep," Donald said. As they walked Donald kept looking over his shoulder but saw no one. He couldve sworn he heard snickering and whispers. Daisy stopped as they approached the gate of the manor. "Woah... Is this even real?" Daisy walked right up to the gate. "You can touch it. It's not electric," Donald said. "Wait really?" she looked at him. "Go ahead," he gestured. Daisy smiled and touched the gate. "Wow! This gate even feels rich! This is amazing!" Daisy jumped up and down. "Would you like to go in?" Donald questioned. "Oh would I?" Daisy swooned. "Alright step away from the gate," Donald rolled his eyes and pushed the intercom. "Mrs Beakly speaking," the intercom buzzed. "Its me Donald. I'm coming with a friend," He spoke into it. "Ah, alright," the intercom buzzed again and the gate slowly opened."Wow," Daisy went and held his hand. "Shall we?" he looked smugly at her. "We shall," she returned the look and they walked up to the door and entered the manor and were greeted by none other than Mrs. B herself. "Welcome to McDuck Manor miss. What is your name?" she asked. "Oooh, he has a maid?" Daisy admired Mrs. B."Daisy," Donald said. Beakly nodded. "Welcome Miss Daisy," Beakly gestured for them to come further in and she closed the door behind them. "Wow! This place is even bigger on the inside!" Daisy looked around at all of the painting and carpets and... Well everything. "You'd be surprised... Mrs. B, where are the boys?" Donald asked. "Oh they went out and about. They should be back soon," Beakly nodded at Donald and left the room. "I should have guessed," Donald said. "Huh?" Daisy turned her head. "The boys were following us on our date," he chuckled. "Oh were they now? You weren't kidding when you said they're like their mother," she laughed. "Yep," he snickered, when suddenly he heard a loud thud come from a nearby room, followed by shushes. "Well speak of the devil," he gestured for Daisy to follow him as he opened the door to the room where all four of the children were all in a pile by the window. "Hey Uncle Donald," Huey nervously smiled at him. "We totally weren't just sneaking out to follow you just so you know," Dewey smiled too. "Hey, is that Daisy?" Louie pointed to the woman by Donalds side. "Daisy? As in Daisy Duck!" Webby scrambled up. "That's me," Daisy looked at Donald uneasily as the girl proceeded to talk about who she was to the boys "You didn't say anything about a niece," she whispered. "She isn't my niece. She's the maids granddaughter," he whispered back. "Oh, I see," she slowly nodded. "Webby, maybe you should calm down and let Uncle Donald introduce us to her instead," Huey said with a rather calm tone. "Right! Okay!" and just like that she stood perfectly still. "Okay... Huey, Dewey, Louie, this is Daisy. Daisy this is Huey, Dewey and Louie," he pointed to each triplet as he said their names. Daisy nodded. "Hello! I'm glad to meet you boys," she smiled. "Are you gonna date our uncle?" Louie raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh uh, maybe?" she flickered at Donald nervously, but put on a smile anyway. "Oh and this is Webby," Donald pointed to her. "Hi!" Webby waved. "Hello," Daisy waved back. "Well now... I'm going to take Daisy to the houseboat. Only come if you need me," Donald started walking out of the room before adding, "and i mean really need me.""Yes Uncle Donald," the three said in perfect unison. "You bet!" Webby cheerfully said. Donald nodded, taking Daisy's hand and taking her over to the houseboat, where they sat on chairs on the deck and watched the sun set behind the manor."So... Huey Dewey and Louie? That's what she named them?" Daisy raised an eyebrow. "Well... Your sister named hers April, May, and June. You gotta admit that's a little tacky too," Donald pointed out. "I suppose that's true... But are those their real names?" she asked again. "Well their real names are... Hubert, Duford, and Llewellyn," Donald sheepishly said. "Wait... Della Duck named her three sons... Hubert... Duford... And Llewellyn..?" Daisy looked at him like he was crazy. "She actually wanted to name Dewey Deuteronomy instead but I insisted otherwise," Donald said. "Oh my word, that really is Della," Daisy snorted. "Yep," he laughed too. "Well now... How long have you lived in such a luxurious mansion? And why do you choose to live in the house boat instead?" Daisy questioned. "About five months or so. I live in the boat because I want to," Donald shrugged. "Does it have to do with your uncle Scrooge? Does he keep security cameras everywhere and doesbthat bother you?" Daisy asked more. "Oh uh... Yes," he half lied. He wasn't ready to get into complete detail about his uncle and how he was related to Della's disappearance. "I can see that," Daisy nodded in agreement, "still, it must be nice living with a multi-trillionare," Daisy said."Sure, if he wasnt so cheep," he scoffed. "Cheep?" she looked at him."He doesn't spend a penny more than he needs to," Donald shrugged again. "Huh..." Daisy yawned. "Tired?" Donald asked. "Not too terribly... But I suppose I should be getting home somewhat soon," she sighed. "Alright. I'll call a cab," Donald got up from his seat. "Oh no no, there's no need for that. I can just walk," she stood. "It's fine. I'll call one now," Donald took out his phone and dialed a cab. "We should wait out front."The pair walked out to the front gate and waited for several minutes together until the cab finally came. "Well... I guess this is goodbye," Donald said."Nope, its a see you later," she kissed his cheek, got in the cab, and was driven away, leaving Donald alone and lovestruck