#ahh yes the one everyone wants to smash (either into the ground or... no i shan't say it)

[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Dusk Till Dawn

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield,

Brother!Parker Holland x Sister!Rosie Holland

-Warnings: Blood, language, angst, fluff, sadness, possible death

-Words: 2.5K

A/n: I’m sorry its short but, I ended it where I feel like I needed to end it to make people wait.

Chapter 10: Dusk Till Dawn

Words: 2.5K

All that could be felt was immense pain. A feeling of death. Tom’s head was throbbing as warm thick liquid streaked across his forehead. His head collided with the door as the copter tossed and turned.

He awoke to the thick, pungent smell of gasoline and to you, paralyzed next to him. It took a minute for him to gather his bearings. The pilot was missing, either he flew out when you crashed or went for help, who knows. Everything started to come back to him, the moments before you both crashed replaying in his head.

The pilot shouting, “MAYDAY! MAYDAY! DOES ANYONE COPY! This is flight number 514 and we are going down.”

“Tom!” “Y/N!”

And you screaming “TOM? WHAT'S HAPPENING?” “I don’t know.” He said pulling you into his arms.

It all happened so fast. First, alarms started going off within the cabin. Then, the pilot started to loose control. Twisting and turning the wheel. The helicopter did somersaults through the air. Tom could see the look on your face, a look of pure terror as the engine started to give out. You all quickly lost altitude and braced for the impact.

You and Tom’s last words were exchange of “I love you”s.

There was no soul in sight for miles, except you. Only the bright blue sky and the mountains of Montserrat. Tom didn’t know why the copter’s engine gave out 17,000 feet in the air. All he knows as you were stranded, with no sense of getting home.

The windows to helicopter were smashed, glass shards littered the floor of the cabin and the blades were deep into the ground. He was lucky the pilot didn’t fly straight into a mountain. There was no sign of the pilot, maybe he parachuted before you crash landed leaving you and Tom to your deaths. Tom didn’t know what to think. His only focus was making sure you were okay.

If it weren’t for the current predicament and the blood dripping down your face, he would have thought you were only sleeping, you looked so peaceful.

He tried to pry himself out of his seatbelt, eventually ripping it so he could get to you. Urgently checking for your pulse. Pressing two fingers below your jaw and against your neck. He was able to breathe again, once he found the faint beat of your heart.

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Wake up, darling.” Tom yelled, shaking you violently.

“Tom? What happened?” Your eyes opened abruptly, confused by your surroundings. “Our helicopter crashed—.”

“Tom, you’re bleeding.” “Not as bad as you. We have to get you out of here. Here, I’ll carry you.” You only nodded in response as Tom tucked his arms under your knees and pulled you close to his chest.

Laying you down near some rocks as far away from the ticking time bomb, the helicopter. It could blow any second, but it never did. The smoke would create the perfect signal but to no avail.

“Tom, your leg!”

“Like I said, it’s not that bad. Oh my god… your stomach” “My what… oh.” You said as you stared at the gapping puncture wound in your right side.

“Is there a first aid kit?” Tom asked. “I think it probably got lost while we were flying.”

“What happened to the pilot?” You questioned. “I don’t know. I can’t find him.” Just nodding in response. Trying not to cry at the situation. You were stranded with no sign of help any time soon.

“Y/N, I need to stop your bleeding… I have an idea. Where is your carry on bag?”

“I put it under my seat” you called out, as Tom searched for it. Opening its contents in search of fairly useful items.

Tom found a hoodie, make up remover that was 70% alcohol, antibacterial wipes, a handheld mirror, and a bunch of makeshift medical items. Your phones had been thrashed, barely working even though there was no signal. He tore the hoodie up and wrapped the pieces around your torso, almost like a tourniquet and bandage to keep pressure and stop the bleeding.

“Ahh,” you screamed, the pain unbearable as he tied the cloth tightly. “I’m sorry,” Tom apologized profusely.

“It’s okay, I’m okay.”

“Now, I have to take care of you,” you said, wiping the blood off of Tom’s.

“No, you need to rest. The kids need you alive more than they need me.” “Don’t say that. They love you and they need both of us alive and well, so let me take care of your leg.”

“Alright, even after a helicopter crash you are still bossy” Tom said chucking.

“Not trying to pick a fight here… I’m sorry but this is gonna sting,” You explained, about to clean his gash.

“It’s ok… aahhh” Tom hissed at the stinging sensation from during makeup remover on the cut on his leg.

“Bet you loved that. A way to get back at me for whatever I did that made you so mad at me,” Tom jabbed.

“You know what you did.” “Y/N this is not the time or the place for this discussion and no I don’t.”

“Let’s just get home alive and then we can resume our fight.”

“You said I love you,” Tom mumbled.

“What?”

“When we were going down… you said I love you. Did you mean it?” “Of course I meant it, Tom. We’ve been together for almost 17 years. How could I not love you?” You cried as Tom pulled you into his warm embrace. Even with the harsh breeze he was still warm to the touch.

“I love you too, darling. We will get out of this, I promise.” Tom asserted and you nodded, trying not let the tears fall.

What killed Tom was the uncertainty of it all. He had to have hope, something you were lacking. He had to have faith that you both would be rescued. That you would get to hold Parker and Rosie in your arms again.

Tom knew you would be okay and rise out of this like a Phoenix from the ashes. Overtime, Tom grew to believe you were indestructible. Everything that you had survived was a marvel. Surviving being tortured by a rival mob, almost dying in childbirth, and now a helicopter crash. There was no, if. You had to survive this. It was hard to have hope when he saw how fast you were deteriorating.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tom asked. Concerned as he noticed your breaths becoming more and more labored.

“I think so, my chest hurts though. It’s getting harder to breathe.” You said, before breaking into a fit of coughs, coughing into your hand. Panic started to arise as small increments of bloods stained your hand.

“Baby, you have to stay with me. Think about Parker and Rosie,” Tom whispered.

“Y/N, we both need to stay awake,” Tom pleaded. “I know, it’s just getting harder to,” you said, your eyes begging to close.

“I know baby. But, Parker and Rosie are waiting for us to come home. They need you Y/N, just like do,” Tom said, cupping you cheek and moving towards you, so you were side by side. Allowing you to rest you head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. For the past weeks, I’ve been so lonely in our bed without you. I’m so sorry that I accused you of cheating.”

“I am too, love. Never in a million years would I cheat on you. You have to know that. I’m so lucky to have you. I never slept with or even kissed Jazz, there’s been someone killing my men at the mob —.” He said, kissing your temple. This kiss was one of longing, he just wanted you to be his again.

“Shh, it’s ok. I don’t want the last words I ever hear to be an explanation of your supposed infidelity.” You said, using the last of energy to let out a strained laugh.

“Y/N, baby you’re not dying ok? You can’t die. Just promise me, you’ll stay awake until help comes,” Tom begged. He couldn’t lose you, not after everything that has happened. He needed you and he always will. “You know I don’t like making promises I can’t keep” you whispered, trying like hell to stay awake as a few tears fell.

It felt like hours, the waiting. The sun had set. Tom had a plan to get you both rescued, when a plane or helicopter flew overhead he would use your compact mirror to reflect the sun. Granted it was a brilliant idea when the sun was still out. If you wouldn’t succumb to your wounds by morning the temperature would certainly kill you both. You had lost all color in your face, looking like a ghost.

You weren’t unconscious but you weren’t very talkative either, which scared the life out of Tom.

Each hour Tom’s hope would fade. He never wanted it to end like this. He demanded he be the one who went first. Tom couldn’t imagine what a world without you would look like.

If it had to be this way, killed, both your prime at least he was holding you in his arms. He was close enough to the point where, if it happened, he could hear your breathing stop along with the beating of your heart. Feeling you tiny labored breaths against his neck.

5 hours, Tom had been holding you, praying you survive, praying he survives along with you.

5 hours and he was ready to give up as he saw you drift off slowly towards a deep sleep. “I’ll see you on the other side, darling” he whispered before letting his eyes flutter to a close.

Back home, everyone was secretly panicking inside. Nikki couldn’t imagine losing her eldest son, neither could Harry and Sam losing their brother. Harry had left to be a part of the search and rescue team. As soon as Paddy got word, he was on the first flight out of Monte Carlo. Dom and all the boys were really trying to keep it together for Rosie and Parker’s sake.

They all had left the news on, praying that it would be announced that you and Tom were found, alive and well. Most of the news updates were irrelevant to the Hollands. They had already known, there was a pilot, even though Tom had been taking flying lessons for years and was skillful at it. They also already knew you were on a business trip. Nothing was really news to them anymore.

“I’m going to make some tea. Anybody want a cup?” Nikki asked, needing a distraction from the chaos. “Yes,” replied Rosie. “Please,” responded Parker. “That’d be wonderful darling,” said Dom. “Just what the doctor ordered. Let me help you with that,” said Sam. They were all big fans of a cup of tea. What couldn’t tea fix?

DING DONG

Rang the door bell. Nobody was really up for visitors but, I would be rude to not answer. Hoping it not some nosy reporters trying to get a story from broken family members of you and Tom.

“Rosie could get that, please?” Nikki called from the kitchen.

“Sure Grandma,” Rosie replied somberly. Opening the door to the last person she expected to see but the first person she wanted to see. After her parents, of course.

“I just came to see if you were okay. My dad is doing everything he can through the business side… I know you need your space. This was a mistake, I’ll go.” Henry said, staring at the ground. “Please, stay,” Rosie muttered, teary-eyed from all the crying.

“You mean it?”

“I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Hey, come here. They’ll be okay.” Henry said, wrapping his arms around her. Oh god, how missed comforting her.

“Henry, I’m so scared. What if we can’t find them?”

“Roo, we will find them. You have to have hope.” “I keep thinking we find them, but they’re dead.” “You can’t think like that,” he said, wiping tears from her cheeks.

“I missed you. Thanks for being here, you’re a nice distraction” “I’ll always be here,” he whispered, cut off by Rosie’s lips against his. It didn’t take long for him to kiss back. This was his second chance and he wasn’t going to miss it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” Rosie said, pulling away.

“No, I’m sorry. I really screwed up. I never should’ve broken up with you. I love you too much, Rosie Louise Holland. Take me back?”

“I’ve always loved you, Henry Maxwell Osterfield. Of course,” reassured Rosie. Capturing his lips once more in a more passionate yet gentle kiss. “Wait, I have something for you,” Henry stopped, pulling out something from his back pocket.

“That is, if you still want it,” he explained, holding you the silver charm necklace adorned with a H and a R. “Duh, div. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Rosie quipped as he clasped the necklace together. “There. Now it’s back in its rightful place,” she said, the biggest smile adorning her face. “Rosie, get in here! There’s an update,” called Parker from the living room.

Rosie pulled Henry through foyer and to the family room for the news. She tensed at the thought of the words “2 DEAD” displaying across the silver screen.

“We’ve just got word that both Tom and Y/N have been found. We are unaware of their condition. They are being airlifted to a hospital in Barcelona. Hopefully we can update you on that once families members have been informed. The pilot is still missing. Please stay with us as we continue to update you on this story,” announced the newscaster. Everyone rejoiced, there were no longer sad tears only happy ones. They were all on the first flight out including Harrison and Henry.

It was miracle, they found you when they did. Harry was part of team in rescuing you and Tom. He refused to sleep until he brought you both back home.

“We found them!” A loud speaker sounded from the chopper flying above. The rescue was eminent, you and Tom were found.

“Get two stretchers over here,” called one of the rescuers.

“Tom? Can you hear me? It’s Harry,” Harry said, trying to wake Tom.

“Harry?” Tom whispered, slightly stirring awake.

“Yes, you’re saved. We got you and we are on our way to the hospital.”

“What about Y/N? She’s lost a lot of blood. Please tell me she’s ok,” Tom pleaded, eyes barely even open.

“They got her in the other chopper. She’s gonna be ok, I promise,” Harry stammered.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Tom whispered before being consumed by darkness.

A/n: I just want to apologize here, I'm sorry. I'm so in love with this chapter and couldn't wait to share it with all of you.

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Masterlist

Taglist:@thenoddingbunny-blog @adriannauni @dummiesshort @bi-lmg @allthisfortommy

[sexyshakespeare]

Sasuke comes home - Part 1: Nostalgia hurts

I was finally back. And I wasn’t looking forward to it. 

The chunins at the gate nodded at me dutifully. There was a sense of formality and discomfort behind their carefully composed faces. I nodded back and crossed the threshold. I took in the sight of Konoha before me. It had changed so much. 

Everything had changed so much. 

I looked around with trepidation, though I imagined nobody around me could tell. I wanted to disappear, run back out the gate and into the forest where I belonged, a part of the shadows. Instead, I sucked in a deep breath and walked on towards the hokage’s office. That building was definitely still where it had always been. It gave me a sense of calm.  I watched children dodge me out of the corner of my eye. That was for the best, I was no good with children. I awkwardly strolled, one arm tugging at my pack. I quickly realized that my attire was not at all fit for the village. I climbed the stairs to the hokage’s room, praying I’d see a familiar face soon. At the door, I could hear an all too familiar voice behind the door, an exceedingly annoying one. He was talking to Kakashi. Why was he here anyway, he ought to have been at home with Hinata.  I pushed the door and walked in, not wanting to make a ceremony out of it. As I swung my pack to the ground, I heard him exclaim, “AH Sasuke! You’re back! You’re staying now aren’t you? You smell awful, when did you have a bath last, my God.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Uruse na-” is all I said as I looked at Kakashi for instruction.

“Good to have you back. We have your old apartment ready for you. Take this for your expenses. Let me know if you need anything else. And as always, good work.”  I didn’t meet his gaze, but nodded silently and took the envelope and keys from him. I lifted my pack up and turned for the door, glancing at Naruto for a second. He smiled at me. It was the only warm gesture I had witnessed in years now. It felt strange. I loosened my shoulders and grimaced at the door. “Yeah I do need a bath.” He started to laugh and clap at my back, ruining the moment as per usual Naruto.  “Oh and Sasuke, Sakura is waiting for some word from you. She’ll be at the hospital. Do get back to her.”, Kakashi’s voice sounded as I closed the door behind us. I felt the back of my neck turning sweaty. 

Sakura. How was I supposed to face her. What was I even supposed to say.  “Sakura chan’s missed you loads- datte bayou! You need to meet her”, Naruto said chirpily. “Yeah yeah. I will-” I shrugged it off the best I could, but I could tell her would not let it go, so I tried a different tactic. “How’s married life-”, I looked at him and smiled slightly.  That hit the bullseye. Just that much was enough to make this fool blush from head to toe. “Oh you know- it’s all good- I-”. I looked at him pointedly and said, “How’s- Hinata..” At this, Naruto stared blankly back at me till he looked like he would implode. I started to chuckle at him as we walked towards my shitty apartment road. “SASUKE- I can’t tell you something like that- that’s- you’re a real sly, disgusting bastard you know- Sakura chan doesn’t have a clue-”  My smile dropped as he brought up Sakura again. Great. He’d pester me to go see her again. I better focus on this wedded bliss of his. “SO- Naruto-kun.That’s what she calls you right?” “Y-yes. It’s fucking weird for you to call me that. UGH you’re ruining it”, he cringed. That was a rare sight. You only ever saw other people cringing at Naruto, not the other way round. 

I opened the lock on the door, and pushed the door in. As Kakashi had said, it was all dusted and aired out. These people spent too much time on me, I could’ve managed this little chore on my own. I stared at the wall with melancholy. There were no pictures hanging anywhere, or little curios. I had thrown out all the cat figurines Itachi used to collect, after smashing them first.  My eyes clouded over for a second, as the memories of living in this dingy apartment room filled my mind like a storm.  “Ahh Hinata is getting more and more beautiful every day. AND YOU KNOW WHAT. SHE’S SO CLOSE TO BEATING MY RECORD AT ICHIRAKU RAMEN.”  Thank God for this idiot. I smiled as his voice brought me back to the present. I turned to him, putting my pack down near my bed and took off my loose turban. My rinnegan was free now. He was very well acquainted with it after all.  Naruto beamed at me for a bit and we just stood there looking at each other. I know he felt what I felt. I know it. And it was good to be home, just for that minute at least. After that, the awkwardness set in. I cleared my throat a bit, signalling him to leave me alone. Thankfully, the message was received. 

“Alright then sasuke. You settle in. You know where to find me- OH wait you don’t. I moved to a bigger place for me and Hinata-”  “Yeah yeah, I’ll find you- just ask anyone where the hero of Konoha lives and have them walk me there to get an autograph-”  He blushed at that. Stupid bastard was forever humbled. I wish I had known how to be that way 5 years ago. God, I felt so stupid. Uzumaki Naruto was 10 times the man I ever was. This, Uzumaki Naruto. 

I was about to shut the door behind him, my thoughts straying to the bathroom and how I’d have to at least hose down everything before I had a bath in there-unless these generous fuckers thought of that too. I almost groaned at the thought- Kakashi cleaning my shitpot. That was just too painful to imagine- albeit amusing.  “Oh and Sasuke-kun. Go see Sakura-chan. That’s what she calls you, right?”  My simple thoughts were yanked to a fearsome, complex maze of emotions in an instant. I gave Naruto the hardest death stare I could manage. He just grinned at me stupidly and climbed down the stairs.  I shut the door and sighed deeply. NO- Now I will shit in peace for a while. Then worry about everything else.  The bathroom was indeed, very clean, too fucking clean. There was new soap and a toothbrush, with toothpaste. I looked at myself in the mirror. My strange eyes stared back at me. I didn’t know who I was anymore. I looked like some kind of deranged animal, one that had retired from being feral. My hair was overgrown, but I didn’t mind that. Would I have to start minding that now that I had to integrate into society? Did I have to integrate into society?  How the hell would a one-armed, creepy, sullen looking Uchiha murderer like me integrate into society. I didn’t want to hope for a normal life, that was asking too much. Why was everyone trying so hard to give it to me.  I squeezed some paste onto the toothbrush. I didn’t even think I’d remember how to do this properly, until my hand just moved on its own. I smirked at myself when I was done. Teeth clean- one thing ticked off on my list of things to do to start a new life.  I took off my ragged cloak and pants, stepping into the shower cubicle. Let’s see here- hot water, wow. The soap felt amazing on my skin. I used to love being clean back in the day. There’s a specific soap I used too- I ought to buy some for myself later. That’s it. People buy things for themselves all the time. I can do that too.  I tried to pick out the grime from under my fingernails, and added yet another thing to my list of things to buy. I probably had a nail cutter around here somewhere. The dirt washed out of my hair, swirling into the drain. It gave me immense satisfaction. I felt the tired animal in me being whisked away. 

I smiled to myself. I might just pull this off.  Sasuke-kun? 

That is what she called me. She’s always called me that. It didn’t mean much to me back then. It still doesn’t really. Hinata does that for Naruto. It’s a form of endearment, right? Sakura has always given me affection. Affection I didn’t deserve. Affection I didn’t want.. Affection I didn’t know how to want.   I was completely alone, and safe. I felt comfortable, standing under the shower, not hearing a sound from the outside. It was okay to picture her face. It felt okay. I never ever let myself usually. It felt awful to even try. Sakura’s face made me feel like the most vile, cruel, beast that had ever walked the face of this earth.  I clenched my fist, fighting back the tears. I can’t look at her face. I can’t. I was a monster to her. I’ve always been. She’s forgiven me because that’s how she is. She’s a better human being than I am. She needs to stay away from me now for her sanity. I’m a broken thing. I should tell her that, forcefully if I must, and let that be that. 

Sasuke-kun.  She wouldn’t leave me just with that. It’s her. I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. Why won’t she give up on me.  Naruto’s face loomed in front of me now. I cringed at the sudden change of scenery in my head. He never gave up on me either. I turned off the water and stepped out, smiling to myself. They never gave up on me.  Wrapping the towel around my waist, I considered it. Naruto is fine. He has a life that’s separate from me, a very happy one. Sakura on the other hand.. She wants me to love her. I can’t love her. I don’t know how to love someone.  I don’t know how to love someone adequately. Maybe I do love her, but not the way she would want.  I looked at myself in the mirror, the stub of an elbow poking back at me in the reflection. Sasuke-kun. I looked away from my reflection as a small smile threatened to grow on my lips. I didn’t even deserve the way she said my name. Her pink hair, and pink personality sure did look cute on her. Why would she want my darkness around that. I can hardly stand it, dampening her spirit like that.  Sakura-chan. It was strange to even think those words. I didn’t want to belittle her by saying that. It’s something you say to babies or to a woman you don’t respect. Sakura could beat the hell out of you if you belittled her.  Sakura-chan. Ridiculous.  I frowned as I realized that he still calls her that. Ano yaro. He’s married to Hinata and still calls her Sakura-chan. Ridiculous. She can still put him in his place after all these years. Doesn’t it bother her? Sakura-chan. I put on the spare clothes left for me there by the Sasuke Welcoming team, whoever they were. First thing’s first, I had to buy myself some essentials and clothes. Pocketing my keys and money, I opened the door.  Sakura-chaaan, I muttered under my breath. I’d never do something as stupid as that to show my affection for her. 

[daddiesdrarryy]

Manners

(So I wrote this at 4am, enjoy some Blairon smut with side Drarry and Pansmione lol)

“Only one more file and I can FINALLY have lunch” Ron mumbled to himself and scribbled the last few words down to the parchment, he had been working all morning and all the pancakes Blaise gave him had dissolved, he was hungry once again “One mo-...”

Knock knock

“Ugh” He looked up from his table and grunted “Come in! And I swear Eliza if you come in here to show me pictures of your cats again I will...” He couldn’t even come up with an insult, his assistant was too shy and nice for him to be angry at, he sighed and started writing again as the door opened

“Is that how you greet your husband?” Blaise said and Ron looked up from the table

“Blaise!” He smiled “You’re here...why are you here?”

“What? I can’t visit my husband unexpectedly?” Blaise sauntered gracefully to Ron’s table and smirked

“You...rarely do that...unless I forgot something, did I?”

“Yeah” Blaise chuckled and pulled out a file “You left this at home, I think the Head Auror should be a model for everyone to look up to, and you, my dear, aren’t”

Ron blushed and scratched his neck, he had forgotten about his files a few times, almost got scolded, but then Blaise saved the day, again

“Lunch is about to start, do you want to join me?” He distracted Blaise and his husband snorted

“I‘m hungry too, however, I was thinking about another type of hunger” Blaise walked around the table and put his arms on either side of Ron’s chair

“Oh?” Ron stuttered and blushed “What are you thi-...”

His words were soon cut off as Blaise smashed his lips against Ron and shoved his tongue vigorously into his mouth, he gasped into the kiss and soon wrapped his arms around Blaise’s neck, pulling him closer, they just had sex this morning, twice. It was a miracle that he was even hard right now.

“Hmm, Blaise” He said as Blaise started trailing those kisses down his neck and sucked on it “Fuck, you’re in my office”

“Is there a rule against shagging in the office or something?” Blaise stopped and buried his face in the crook of Ron’s neck, inhaling the sweet and spicy scent of Ron’s cologne

“Uh, no, just, common sense” He said and Blaise snorted, lifting him up from his own chair, he stripped Ron’s robes off and threw it across the room

“Blaise!” He squealed under Blaise’s cold hands that were slithering in his shirt, it was winter and fuck, his hands felt cold

“Shh, let me take care of you honey” Blaise sucked on Ron’s bottom lips before turning him around and bent him over the table

“Wha-BLAISE!” Ron gasped when the cold air hit his bare arse “My trousers”

“Don’t make me put a Silencing spell on you” Blaise bent closer behind him and whispered into his ears, one of his hands was kneading Ron’s arse while the other was pinching Ron’s nipple

“A-ah, Blaise!” He moaned and gripped the table “Blaise, what are yo-AAH oh my god, f-fuck!” His hands scrambled for anything to hold on but ended up shoving the entire ink bottle down on the floor, Blaise was shoving his face in Ron’s arse, licking around the rim and sucking on it, his hand was stroking on Ron’s hard cock

“Blais-please” He whined and pushed his arse back against Blaise’s face as his tongue started sliding into his slick hole, Blaise was so skilled at everything, he knew which spot would make Ron scream, which spot would make his knee tremble, and which spot would make Ron beg to be fucked

“Please, Blaise, please, stop teasing me” Ron cried out, but Blaise wouldn’t stop jabbing his tongue inside Ron’s loose hole

“Please, what?” Blaise pulled out and quickly replaced his tongue with three fingers, shoving it straight inside Ron’s entrance, which made Ron gasped and his knees buckled

“Please, fuck me” Ron said in a whisper and Blaise chuckled, kissing his shoulder blade while still fingering Ron

He heard the sounds of Blaise’s belt falling to the ground, the next thing he knew he was gasping for air as Blaise slammed his cock straight in Ron’s loosen and slick hole

“Ah, Blaise, feels so good” Ron whimpered and reached for his own cock but Blaise slapped his hand away

“Fuck you’re so tight, I want to see you come untouched” He said and nibbled on Ron’s earlobe, pounding harder and hitting Ron’s prostate every time

“Blaise, f-fuck” Ron mewled like a kitten and he could hear his own heartbeat

“God I love the sound you make, I love you so much” He mumbled and pulled his cock almost out before slamming it in again, jerking and spilling his seed inside Ron’s entrance, after that he plopped down on Ron’s back and sighed peacefully

“Blaise, I haven’t-...” He started, but Blaise chuckled and nodded behind him before pulling out

“Oh I know, I wa-...”

“Ron? Are you there?” Hermione’s voice appeared from the other side of the door made Ron startled and immediately pushed Blaise off his back

“Mione? In a minute” He quickly buttoned his shirt up and looked around frantically for his robes

“Accio my dorky husband’s robes” Blaise said charmingly and the robes flew into his hand “Here”

“Get down under the table, they don’t know you’re here” Ron urged and Blaise shrugged, he has the best table in the whole department so it was mostly covered, his friends wouldn’t even know Blaise was under it

“Ron?” Harry’s voice echoed in and Ron panicked

“In a minute” He yelled out and adjusted the files on the table to make them more decent. Blaise had put on his trousers and was already under the table, Ron barely had time to put his robes on when Hermione opened the door, so he sat down on the chair and pretended to be calm...also pretended to be wearing anything lower, his trousers were still laying on the floor next to his chair and he looked up to his friends, his cock was still hard

“Ron, what’s the matter?” Hermione asked and frowned while sitting down on the chair in front of him

“Yeah she almost blew up the door” Harry snorted and Hermione slapped him in the shoulder

“Haha, I was ju-Nngh...” Ron startled at the sudden heat around his neglected cock “I was jus-hmmm, I was just..er, busy with work, got caught up with them”

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked him again and he nodded, fuck, Blaise was sucking him off from under the table, fuck fuck fuck

“Yes, absolu-ahh-ly, absolutely” He gave them a thumbs up and smiled faintly, Blaise was working magic down there and he couldn’t help but slipped out a few moans

“So, I was telling Harry earlier, Pansy has been talking about kids, and I was really surprised, I mean...we only got married for a year” Hermione started talking and explaining her situation while Ron was trying hard not to come while his friends were here

“Hmm” He nodded in agreement with her and groaned when Blaise swirled his tongue around the head of his cock “Aah”

“What?” Hermione asked and he froze

“I-...what I meant was, aah, that was definitely a surprise” Ron made it up, obviously

“I know, right? And Harry told me, Draco has been talking about that too, so I was wondering if Blaise asked you about that” Hermione was still babbling, but all Ron could think about was how Blaise was taking all of his cock in and just...

“Ahh, I-nngh” He slammed his hand on the table and groaned “Blaise hasn’t told me about that, but I surely know now” He said and he realized Harry was eyeing him the whole time, a small smirked appeared on his lips

“I’m sure” Harry said “Hermione also wanted us to have lunch together”

“Oh, really? I-AH, fuck, I think I’m a bit mouthful, er I mean, a bit of a problem at the moment, I-...fuck” He groaned again and his breath hitched, he tried to calm down but there was no way he could

“Oh, Ron you dropped your ink bottle” Hermione bent down and grabbed the bottle before gasping “Ron...is there someone under the table? I saw a shadow”

“N-ahh, fuck” He cried out and couldn’t help but thrust back at Blaise’s mouth, shooting his seed inside and sighed in relief

“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!” Hermione stood up and yelled at him “Are you seriously doing what I think you’re doing?”

Ron blushed and looked up at her red face, he smiled and mumbled “Sorry”

That was when Blaise decided to show up from under the table and smiled

“Hey guys...” He said shyly and Hermione gasped

“Blaise! I expected you to be more decent than this! Manners, honestly” She said and buried her face in her hands “I can’t believe I just watched my friends-...you are horrible” She whined and walked out of the office as quickly as possible

“Don’t worry, she’s just mad that this is the second time she saw this scene” Harry shrugged and followed her out slowly

“Wait, who did she walk in on first?” Ron called after Harry

“Have a wild guess” Harry said, looking back and winking at Ron before closing the door

“Well that was terrible” Ron groaned into his hands and sighed

“I thought you’d find that pleasurable, you were moa-Ow!” Blaise laughed as Ron blushed and hit him in the arm

“Shut up, you’re a horrible husband” Ron said while putting on his trousers, finally

“And I love you” Blaise pouted and kissed his cheek

“Bugger off” He frowned, but Blaise just laughed and pulled him out of the office

“Come on, I’m starving” Ron looked at his husband and couldn’t help but smiled anyway, Blaise was insatiable but kind and caring, he was the best thing that has ever happened to Ron, and he was glad to have Blaise as a husband, his dorky husband.

The End

[mars-the-4th-planet]

Mr. Box and Isaac Stroganoff play another game even though its been so long since either made a game review that the game review community forgot who they were.

"What are we playing today?" Isaac Stroganoff said as he put his umbrella down in the corner even though the window showed it was a sunny day out. He untucked his pants, unzipped his fly, and sat by his American counterpart: misterjukebox8

"I have several questions, but for the sake of time I will just say we are playing a game you might enjoy: Yuri Gagarin Goes To The Beach. A commissioned title made in 1999 by an unknown publisher by the name of Kozakh Studios. I could not find any information on them online except a website that was entirely in Russian. Which is why I invited you to this review despite how harsh you were last time, because you might actually like this game. Its Russian!" Jukebox explained.

Isaac Stroganoff did a Russian gesture of sort of apologizing. "Yes, well, last time I played games with you I neglected to get comfortable and I may have roasted you many as a result. Was pretty funny. But now I have taken the time to settle in, I hope we can make many good video together."

Jukebox grinned, it looked like it would be a normal video for once. Just a nice, relaxing game review with no one roasting him or attacking him or breaking into government facilities.

He brushed off the old cartridge and stuck it into his "Oh hi Mark" plug-n-play console that according to a reddit post was the only console that the game was compatible with besides the Super Nintendo, which he also had but Jukebox was trying to seem less like a Nintendo fanboy.

"I did not hit her, it is not true, I did not! Oh hi Mark" the console beeped as it started up, then the loading screen appeared and it was Yuri Gagarin the rocket girl flying in a circle around the communist symbol.

Isaac Stroganoff frowned. "Jukebox, my friend, are you implying that I must like communism because I am Russian? If so, I kick many ass. Mostly yours. I will break spleens like lumberjack splitting watermelons."

"Not spleens, she is my favorite cat in the Sims..." Jukebox joked, and added "Oh and of course I am not trying to generalize you like that Isaac... Totally... I know Russians arent all the same!"

He then winked at the camera, out of Straganoffs view.

Isaac Stroganoff smiled. "Yes, good. Let us play game then, it is done with the load."

They had three options on a title screen with Yuri Gagarin smiling and whooshing back and forth in a space background with old fashioned SNES era graphics.

>New game

>Options

>Quick play

A forth option, >Continue, was also on screen but greyed out and could not be selected.

"Weird how there is no quit option." Jukebox noted.

"Quitting is for baby Europeans, not mighty Russian hordes." Isaac said snatching the controller and smashing his thumb down on "quick play"

A side scrolling stage opened up with Yuri Gagarin as the playable character. She could go in any direction since she could fly, but appeared somewhat agitated based on the pixel art. The background appeared to be a broken down industrial site with a brown and grey pallette. Jukebox shrugged. "I mean I kinda expected a bit more beach stuff out of a game called-"

"Jukebox. Please. The goal of the game is obviously to get Yuri Gagarin to the beach, dont be an American simpleton."

"But im American I cant help it!" Jukebox joked. "Hey look money!"

In the game there were alternating pillars of yellow dollar signs that spun like Mario coins or sonic rings. There was a counter at the top showing the dollar sign and a 0 next to it. There was also a high score counter which was also zero. However, Isaac Stroganoff avoided the dollar signs.

"Do you actually know how to play games Isaac, after all the times you teased me in the world of tanks video?"

"Fool. You do not grab dollar when playing communist."

"Right. Yeah those are probably hazards."

Then they saw a pulsating Stalin face, which Isaac Stroganoff swerved Yuri to grab. Their high score points went up to 1956. Apon grabbing another one, it proceeded to double to 3912.

"Oh so to get points you have to get the pulsating stalins... Makes sense, that is perfectly logical." Jukebox said with a shrug. "I never want to say that sentence again though."

"Have you noticed how wide of a behind Yuri Gagarin has in this game?" Trolli asked, poking his head from behind the couch.

"Ahh! How long were you back there??"

"Silly orange haired man has come to join us. Great, I shall enter coma and wake up when he is gone."

Yuri Gagarin in the game seemed to be flying slower now and looked more agitated, with cartoony sweat drops coming out of her head. This was probably because of the increased number of dollar signs, and what appeared to be rocket girl parts strewn around on the ground on the stage. Isaac Stroganoff just thought this made the game easier however, and continued gathering Stalin faces and getting points.

"Besides her bottom half is a rocket so it has to be big enough to carry her weight."

"Well, is not entirely inaccurate game. Russian women have much large and supple rear end. American women? Nothing. No boob, no ass, just cuteness. Good in their own way? Perhaps. If you are fool and a dog." Isaac pointed out. Jukebox scratched his head nervously "Erm... Dont get us demonitized Stroganoff... We just got this channel unsuspended after the truth or dare with ko video collab. Speaking of which what do you think of ko? Shes American but I find her beautiful."

Trolli and Stroganoff looked over at Ko from the Ko Sho, who was doing the BNHA dance after having spilled water on herself like a dork. Their eyes turned to hearts and "PERFECT!" flashed across the screen like it was a music game. Except zoomed in on Ko of course.

It was almost as if her boyfriend wrote the script for the Isaac Munger show with how attractive she was to all the characters.

Ko then started putting on cosplay and the boys went back to being boys, unpaused the game and continued.

"You know, overall, this is not such a bad game. I was expecting worse but it seems like just an old timey thematic flappy birds and you know what? I can get behind that." Jukebox admitted. "So can I play?"

Isaac Stroganoff handed him the remote. "Yes, time to get the money!" He said as the background started looking more like a beach. He darted Yuri Gagarin towards a column of dollar signs, and immediately apon touching them he was jumped by a screamer and a graphic depiction of the Russian Rocket Woman being dismantled for her capitalist sympathies. Jukebox jolted back and covered his eyes with a yelp and trolli disappeared back behind the couch while Isaac Stroganoff just looked annoyed. "We were so close to winning the quick game!!" He grumbled loudly. The lavender town music started playing about then. Jukebox, shuddering slightly, turned the power off. "Thank you for watching the Isaac Munger show everyone but we will be continuing this game when the sun is up. Or maybe not. Goodbye and thank you all for a wonderful time!"

"But is already day time outside--no wait, it is night now? Strange."

Jukebox nervously blew a kiss at the screen like usual, and called for ko to come hug him. Isaac Stroganoff looked confused. "Why is the Pokémon song still going?" He asked. "Probably just a bug... I hope." Jukebox replied, holding ko for comfort. "Nah Spookbox is probably gonna come kill us lol." Ko joked.

[bakugou-jpg]

Would you be willing to make a soulmate au scenario about how kirishima told his friends how he met his soulmate? She fell out of a trash shoot while covering her baby ferret friend when he came across a burning building. Why a trash shoot? "it was the only thing that hasn't caught fire around her and if she died from landing on something below at least her furry friend would have a cushion to land safely on" she said. Please and thank you

Kirishima Eijirou

“Dad?”

Kirishima’s head snapped up and he smiled at the set of twins who were standing in the doorway. He put his pen down and quickly took off his glasses, one he only wore when he was doing paper work.

“Yes?” He asked while reaching his hands to the back of his head and redoing the small ponytail, some of the hairs that were at the front just too short to be included so they hand loosely in his face.

The 6 year old girl ran towards him and Kirishima quickly caught his daughter before she crashed into him and fell over. He pulled her on top of his lap and smooched her temple before wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.

Kirishima looked up at the black haired boy who was still shyly standing at the doorway and quickly motioned him over with a warm smile. He moved the little girl to one of his knees and patted his other one. “I’ve got two knees to sit on!”

Kazeu resembled Kirishima in almost every way. He got his beautiful crimson eyes, his black hair and his sharp shark like teeth but thankfully not as pointy as the one’s Kirishima had. He could also harden his body, but Kazeu also was able to set his hardened body parts on fire by clashing them together for example his hands it had the same effect as fire stones which was a thing he was able to do to because of his other parent.

One thing where he was the complete opposite of from his father, was his personality. Kazeu was really shy, unlike his dad and sister, and had the calm nature of his mom/dad. Although Kazeu was the shy version, he always had a peaceful vibe and never got into trouble. And even though, Kazeu and Kirishima were polar opposites, they still had a close bond and inseperable because of the fact that Kirishima had a lot of patience with his son and refused to force him to do anything he didn’t want to such as introducing himself to new people [which Kirishima would do for him] or go outside to play so Kirishima would either draw with Kazeu in silence or read a book to him.

“Daddy! Daddy!” The little girl sing songed while tugging on his shirt, a big bright smile on her face.

“Saichi! Saichi!” Kirishima cooed with a high pitch voice, copying the girl, as he wrapped his arm around Kazeu who sat down on his lap, immediately kissing the top of his head with a small smile.

Kazeu rested his head on Kirishima’s chest and took his father’s hand into his own, examining his big hand and playing around with his fingers. “How did you meet mum/dad..?” He asked, not taking his eyes away from the hand he was holding. His sister quickly nodded at the question while looking up at her father with admiration, her big (E/c) eyes sparkling slightly that made Kirishima melt.

Kirishima chuckled and softly tightened the grip he had on the children, not wanting them to fall of his lap. “Ohh, that’s what the fuzz was all about. Didn’t you ask them?” He questioned while tilting his head slightly, since his s/o was the parent they would normally go to to ask something to.

Saichi grabbed the strings from his sweater and started playing around with them, tangling them around her fingers and tying them together. She shook her head. “They’re walking Riot” She said while leaning her head back against his muscular arm.

Kazeu nodded at her response and looked up at his dad.

“Ahh, so that’s why. But i can tell you that story, it’s a fun story! Your mom/dad and i were 19, so it’s a very long time again waaay before you two were born. I had just started my first year as a hero..”

“Kirishima, we’ve evacuted everyone from their apartment but there’s still someone missing!” Jirou yelled while guiding the last people outside of the burning building through the emergency doors. An older lady, who looked to be around her late 40s, had her hands folded over her heart with worry written all over her face.

“My neighbor, they were home today but their door never opened and they haven’t left their apartment yet! They’s around 19 years old, their apartment was the closest to the fire!” The woman yelled.

Kirishima quickly nodded and patted the guy’s shoulder that he just helped escape out of the building before turning around and running towards the side of the building. “On it!” He yelled while looking up at the flames that were coming through some of the already burned down apartments.

If their apartment was close to the fire, there was a big chance that it had already caught on fire which meant they were either trapped in there, currently running through the hallways screaming for help while walking through thick smoke or..Something Kirishima didn’t want to think of and wasn’t gonna let happen in the first place.

He quickly turned the corner, immediately running into the parking garage where one of the emergency fire escape ladders were that weren’t getting used since everyone still had time to take the normal stairs.

The parking garage was still fine, since the fire had yet only taken the top two levels. It did reek of something rotten though, which made his nose scrunch up in disgust as his eyes quickly darted around to find the source of the smell.

A big pipe that came from the ceiling hung above a big square hole in the ground that was surrounded by an iron fence, probably to preven any intruders or children from getting in. It was as good as empty though, probably because it had been emptied recently.

Kirishima quickly made his way to the door and grabbed the handles, pulling it open and hurrying inside, a loud thunk making him stop in his tracks. He looked back, taking a few steps back back into the garage and looking at the trash shoor that seemed to be the source of the thunking sounds that kept coming closer and closer.

“Fuc-!!”

There was another loud thunk before something fell out, smashing onto the bottom of the pit. Well, more like someone.

His eyes immediately widened and he quickly ran towards the fence. “Hey! Are you okay? Hold on, i’ll get you out of there!” Kirishima said while looking down at the (H/c) haired person who was laying on their back, their eyes forced shut.

He hardened his arm and smashed it onto the lock of the fence, immediately making it open up. So far, he didn’t get a lot of good vibes from the aparmtent complex and if it followed the safety rules but that was currently the least of his problems.

“I-i’m fine, don’t worry” The person groaned, slowly pushing themselves up while wincing in pain. They looked up at Kirishima and smiled. “..Thank you for asking though”

Kirishima blinked a few times, quickly swallowing and nodding. “Y-yes of course! That’s what a hero does” He said with a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck while opening the gate and looking around for a ladder that he could use to climb down.

Fuck they were cute

“Hey er..This might be a weird question, but why exactly did you take the trash shoot? It’s dangerous you know, you could break your limbs or maybe even your neck if you landed on your head” Kirishima said while tilting his head and looking down at them. “..You could’ve taken the emergency stairs”

They softly chuckled and sighed, looking down at their feet. “Well, my apartment had caught on fire and i was doing laundry when they were evacuating so never heard it, even when they knocked on my door..”

Their eyes widened and they quickly fumbled around with their sweater, loosening it a little and pulling it forward to look at their chest.

Kirishima crouched down and pulled up his eyebrow, slightly confused why they were currently looking at their chest with a smile.

“..And i knew the risks, but i’m fine. I do think i might’ve sprained my ankle.” They said while looking at one of their feet with a sigh. “Besides, even if i did break a bone, he would be fine” They said with a soft smile while looking back at Kirishima again.

Before he could question them, a small white and brown ferret crawled out of their sweater and nestled into their neck. They smiled and cupped their hands over the, what seemed to be, still young ferret. He didn’t seem to be older than 6 or 7 weeks

“He’d have a soft cushion to land on after all, he’s still young so much more fragile than i am”

Fuck they were kind hearted too

A soft chuckle escaped Kirishima’s mouth and he got up. “I’ve never seen or heard about anything like this before.” He said, smiling down at the two of them. He quickly walked towards the ladder and climbed down, hopping onto the ground as he approached them.

“But, it’s very kind of you to think about his wellbeing like that. Let’s get the two of you to safety then” Kirishima said while leaning down with a smile and holding out his hand. “..What’s his name?” He asked as they took his hand.

They smiled softly and slowly pushed themselves up. “Kosmo” They replied as Kirishima hoisted them up, supporting them slightly as they put their weight on the foot that didn’t hurt.

Kirishima’s hand felt tingly, strangely tingly. When he looked down at their hands, he saw (e/c) spread over his hand and crimson spread to their palm. Both of their eyes had widened, immediately letting go of each other’s hands and looking at the bright color that had spread over their skin and started to slowly fade away.

Kirishima’s heart was almost beating out of his chest, his cheeks immediately having burned up.

A soulmate mark. It was a mark that would temporarily spread over your skin at the spot where your soulmate touched you, the color depending on what color their eyes held.

Kirishima slowly adverted his eyes to look at them, his face still shocked after the sudden reveal. His eyes met theirs, the same expression as he held and he almost melted.

A small smile made it’s way onto his face and he held out his hand again. “Kirishima Eijirou”

His s/o returned the gesture and shook his hand, a soft smile spreading onto their dirt stained face. The ferret, who Kirishima had just learned went by the name of Kosmo, crawled onto their shoulder and looked at Kirishima while sniffing the air a few times.

“(L/n) (Y/n)”

“And that’s how me and your mother/father met”

Saichi’s eyes were a bit droopy and she was nodding, fighting against her sleep which was a battle that she was gonna lose in a matter of seconds. She nuzzled her face into his chest and had long let go of the strings, her hands having fallen onto her lap.

Kazeu’s eyes were wide open, since he always paid many attention to any his story his father told because the way Kirishima brought it was a way where Kazeu would fall completely silent of with his imagination running wild. Especially when it was a story that had really happened and was something that had happened in his life some time.

“Do you still have the mark?” He asked softly, keeping in mind that his sister was asleep. His crimson eyes traveled over Kirishima’s hand, hoping to see a small mark.

Kirishima shook his head and softly stroked Saichi’s hand with his own. “No. It disappears pretty quickly afterwards but you’ll definitely know and feel when it’s the right time..” He whispered, his hand still in Kazeu’s who was still playing around with his fingers. He slowly got up and placed both of the children on one of his hips. “..Let’s go to bed okay? It’s been waaay past your bedtime already”

Kazeu nodded and laid his head on top of Kirishima’s shoulder, hooking his hand onto the collar of his sweater. “..Can i get a ferret too?” He muttered, yawning afterwards.

Kirishima chuckled and kissed the top of his head, turning around to push the door to their room open with his back. “Maybe, but you’ll have to ask your mum/dad and they’ll help you take care of it okay? I think a bunny might be a better pick for you”

After having tugged the two of them in bed, Kirishima had turned on the night light and stroked Kazeu’s hair one more time. “Good night buddy, i love you”

“I love you too”

Kirishima smiled and walked towards the door, turning of the lights and slowly closing it. “Love you more”

“Can i also get a dog? The kind that uncle Katsuki has..?” Kazeu whispered, sitting up in bed while looking at his dad. His cheeks were slightly red, probably embarrassed about asking for it.

His dad stopped and turned around again. He looked at Kazeu and tilted his head. “You mean a german sheperd? Explodo is a german sheperd..Aren’t you happy with Riot, riot’s a sweet dog right?”

“Y-Yes he is! I-i just..I thought that be-because of the bun..”

Kazeu fell silent and bit his lip.

Kirishima sighed and smiled. “I’ll tell santa, now go sleep okay?” He whispered, making Kazeu’s smile and nod. He laid down again and pulled the covers over his head. “Night dad, love you”

“Love you more” Kirishima said while closing the door.

Sighing, he scratched his neck and made his way downstairs. Keys rambled into the front door and soon his s/o entered the house with an english bulldog walking next to their feet, licking his nose with a sneeze followed afterwards.

A smile made it’s way onto Kirishima’s face and he quickly hopped towards them, wrapping his arms around them and pecking their lips. “Welcome back, mi amor” He said with a playful grin, making them laugh and shove his face away.

“Oh my god, go away” They said as Kirishima started taking off their coat for them.

He grinned and kissed their lips one more time before sliding the coat off their arms and hanging it on the coat rack, petting the head of the english bulldog that was staring up at him. “You know, i love you right?” He asked while looking up at them with a smile.

(Y/n) smiled and nodded, wrapping their arms around his neck and looking him the eye. “I love you too, Eijirou” They mumbled, running their hands through his hair.

Kirishima grinned and wrapped his arms tightly around their figure, burying his face into their neck. “Kazeu’sgettingagermansheperdforchristmas”

His s/o pulled up their eyebrow and pulled away, tilting their head as Kirishima quickly turned around with a smile dancing on his features. “What?”

“Nothing, my love!”

[angstmatsuscenarios]

How about a scenario explaining why Osomatsu broke his leg in that short? I'm not sure if it was ever stated but go for it!

Okay so I know this isn’t even close to what would have happened but…this idea just popped into my head and I fell in love with it because we need more Osomatsu and Chibita interaction (and look minor Chibita angst!).

Warning for mentions of accidents and broken bones under  the cut:

“C’mon, Chibita, just this once?” Osomatsu pleaded, a whine in his voice. He slouched at the counter of the oden stand, pouting. “You really want me to go hungry?”

“Ya ain’t gonna go hungry, ya idjit—just go home and eat,” Chibita responded with an irritated huff. “I ain’t feedin’ ya anything until your tab is paid off.”

“Aw man, who knows when that will be?” Osomatsu complained, then realized that didn’t exactly help his case. “I’ll pay you back next time. I’ll win big at the horse races or pachinko or something!”

“Okay, good, pay me then—and until you do, ya ain’t getting any oden from me.” Chibita refused to budge, regarding Osomatsu with his arms crossed.

“Alright, fine,” Osomatsu groaned, defeated. “I bet you would’ve given in if my brothers had been here, too.” Six was far more intimidating than one, but he was on his own that day, his brothers all occupied by their own activities.

“Ya think I can’t take you six same idjits on?” Chibita laughed at that as he turned to check his fridge. When he did, he cursed to himself. “Dammit, outta beer. Ya wanna make yourself useful and watch the stand while I go buy more to restock?”

Osomatsu perked up. “I’ll watch it, on one condition. Give me some oden when you get back and consider it done.” He smirked, knowing his offer was good.

Chibita sighed, resigned. “Dammit…well, I guess you���ll at least be doin’ something for once. Okay, you got a deal. I’ll be right back.”

“Yes!” Osomatsu pumped his fist victoriously in the air, while Chibita ditched his apron and prepared to leave.

“Yeah, yeah.” Chibita just shook his head at Osomatsu, but he didn’t seem too angry, which Osomatsu considered a good sign. He started down the sidewalk, heading across the street, and Osomatsu stood up to take his position behind the counter.

Osomatsu surveyed the stand, feeling important for a moment, being put in charge of the business at least temporarily. And then he noticed something—Chibita’s wallet tucked in a shelf under the counter. Crap, he couldn’t pay for the beer if he didn’t have his money on him.

Quickly he snatched up the wallet, then ducked out from behind the stand, rushing to catch up to Chibita. The shorter man was already making his way across the street. “Oi, you forgot your—!”

Osomatsu froze then when he heard it—a low rumbling sound that was coming up far too fast. He whipped his head to the side to see a truck taking a sharp turn and barreling down the street, straight toward Chibita. It was clear the he didn’t realize it was coming, until it was so close that fear froze him in place.

“Chibita, watch out!!”

Time seemed to slow down then. Osomatsu raced out into the street, shoving Chibita out of harm’s way before he could think twice. The truck hurtled by with an ear-splitting honk of its horn, narrowly missing running down both men as they stumbled and just barely dodged it. Osomatsu was only vaguely aware of his leg bending at an odd angle beneath him, or the cracking sound that followed.

Then the ground came up too fast and knocked his head with a jarring smack, and everything faded to black.

—————

The doctors said Osomatsu was lucky.

He was lucky he hadn’t been hit by that speeding truck, and that the bump to his head wasn’t a serious concussion. He was lucky the worst of his injuries sustained was a broken leg—a pretty bad fracture that would take quite a few weeks to heal, granted, but it could have been so much worse.

Osomatsu was grateful for that, he really was…but at the same time he was so worried about Chibita that he was too preoccupied to think too much of himself. He asked the doctors question after question, wondering if his friend was okay, but got the same meager response every time—he’d been taken to the hospital too, but he was fine. No more details than that. Was he really fine?

Osomatsu’s family was quick to rush out and see him, of course. Everyone was relieved it wasn’t worse, and Matsuyo wouldn’t let go of his hand the entire time they were there, tears streaming down her cheeks. Osomatsu was temporarily distracted from his thoughts about Chibita as he assured his family over and over again that he was fine, and telling them what happened.

Eventually, the doctor appeared again. Osomatsu expected him to say that visiting hours were over, or that they needed to do another examination, but that wasn’t the case.

“You have another visitor,” he said, and nodded slightly toward the rest of the family gathered around. “But…he asked if he could possibly visit you in private, if that’s okay.”

Osomatsu exchanged a quick, curious glance with the rest of his family. “Yeah…I guess. I’ll see you again soon, okay?”

His family chorused their goodbyes, and Matsuyo gave his hand another squeeze before reluctantly leaving. Once they were gone, the doctor ushered his new guest into the room.

“Chibita!” Osomatsu sat up a little straighter, wincing as pain flared up in his leg and stabbed at his bruised ribs at the simple movement. “Ow…I was worried about you. Are you okay?”

Chibita walked silently to the side of Osomatsu’s bed, his expression somber. Osomatsu briefly assessed his injuries—there were bruises and scrapes here and there, and he had a thick bandage on his chin, but he didn’t look too bad. Yet why wasn’t he talking?

“Ahh…Chibita?”

“Oso…” That was when Osomatsu noticed tears in Chibita’s eyes, almost to his alarm—Chibita never cried. Before he could say anything, Chibita practically lunged at him, wrapping his arms around Osomatsu’s neck in a hug.

“Ah, careful, Chibita…” Osomatsu winced, too sore to move and return the unexpected gesture.

“Osomatsu, ya idjit…” Chibita blubbered, easing his grip slightly but still hugging him tight. “Ya saved my life! I woulda been smashed against the front of that truck if it wasn’t for you!”

“Chibita…” Osomatsu whispered, not sure what to say. His own eyes were beginning to pool with tears at the display, and finally he managed to lift one arm and wind it around Chibita as he returned the embrace.

“Ya coulda just stood there, but ya didn’t…” Chibita sniffled hard.

“What, and let one of my best friends get hit? No way!” Osomatsu managed a wavering smile. “I could never do that to you. Look…I know I’m not the greatest person. I’m a mooch, and I don’t pay you often enough. But…you’re still one of my best friends ever even if I do a lousy job of showing it. And I’d never let anything happen to you, either.”

Chibita couldn’t say anything at first, just kept hugging Osomatsu as he sobbed softly, and Osomatsu let him as he hugged him back. His sobs were quieter, but he was crying too, tears rolling down his cheeks.

When at last he could speak, all Chibita could say was a husky, “Thank you…thank you, Osomatsu.”

Osomatsu just held his friend close, not wanting to let go anytime soon.

[chogiwank]

Milkshake Boy - Art Student! Renjun AU [Part 2]

part 1, part 3 [ in progress]

**a/n: repost bc something went wrong**

Pairing: Art Student!Renjun x Art Student!Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is new in town and works at an Arts Shop which old ladies, teachers and parents picking up supplies for their children mostly visit, and a cute boy who comes by every day. Having an accidental encounter with the boy they develop a friendship and a love of milkshakes, art and of course each other. Because what is even a love story if they don’t fall for each other with cheesy shit involved

Summer was ending and I hadn’t seen Renjun, you know the milkshake boy who visits the Arts Shop I work at every day? He came for three days but for two weeks he was nowhere in sight, still with five days left I had no idea for his whereabouts. I never got his number or email - do people still do that? I’m not sure but hey it would’ve been better than nothing.

Some days I took the night shift, others I took the morning in hopes of seeing him, but sadly I didn’t. Was I getting my hopes up too much? Did I misread the situation that happened that day? He was probably like that to everyone, maybe I was just being delusional - desperate to have someone whether it be a friend or a love interest, anyone at all really - to be accepted in a foreign place. I probably was and that’s my own fault, a hopeless romantic.

Today was my last day at work, it was around 6:30 in the evening I decided to stroll through the park instead of heading straight home. Sitting on the bench placed under a tree which tiny white flowers bloomed on, I took in the beauty of the park - a path set for walks and jogs, a playground for the children which I oh so badly wanted to play in, and a splash pad which was open on the hot days of summer. Many people already left the park to return home for dinner and a good night’s rest leaving the park silent with bird chirps now and again.

Feeling my stomach growl from hunger I abandoned my place on the bench and began to walk to my apartment until I felt a push and fell face first my head hitting the hard ground and elbow scrapping against the pavement, someone’s body weight on my back. A wince leaving my mouth from the sudden fall and hit.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” And there I heard it, a familiar voice. “Here let me help you up.”

The boy helped me up off the ground standing onto my feet, I looked up at the so-called stranger and smiled at him,

“Wow look who bumped into me, again.” I teased. “We really have to stop meeting like this.”

The two of us burst into laughter from the comment.

“Hi y/n” He flashed a bright smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“Yeah, nice to see you again after ditching me for two weeks, Renjun.” I playfully pushed him with a teasing smile.

“Okay first off, I know that was probably really bad but…” he trailed off, I raised my eyebrows. “It wasn’t my fault, my parents planned a trip to Hong Kong and I couldn’t make it to the shop to tell you! It was last minute I’m so sorry!”

Letting out a sigh I accepted his apology, “it’s cool don’t worry about it, but you owe.” I smirked, “you got to make it up to me for the time we lost.”

“Well, how can I do that?” He cocked his brow.

“That’s up to you.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I have an idea!” I tilted my head and furrowed my eyebrows at him. “Let’s go to this cafe!” He exclaimed excitedly.

“Cafe?”

“Yeah it’s nearby we can go right now if you have time.” His eyes lit up a look of hope that I might just join him, and of course, I did. The walk wasn’t that long like he said, maybe around 5 minutes? And it wasn’t far from my apartment either estimating only 10 minutes.

“I’m pretty surprised I never found this place before.” I looked around the cafe, it wasn’t much but it was very pretty with beautiful decor around the room, paper stars hung from the ceiling, a couple of round tables set up with chairs and a neon sign on the wall with the text: “Don’t Kill My Vibe”

“Well many people don’t know it since it’s so small you know.”

“Yeah, but that’s a shame it’s really so pretty.”

“Tell me about it, it’s also a shame because they have such good milkshakes.”

“Ahh, so this is where you get your daily milkshake?” I teasingly asked him.

“Oh, what’re you a stalker?” He chuckled.

“Kind of hard for me to not notice when you come in the store every day, sit in the same spot and drink the same thing right in front of the counter.”

“Hmm fair point.” He clicked his tongue and let out a laugh, wow I missed it so much - it was so pretty, such music to my ears. “Now would you like anything to drink? Milkshake? Coffee?”

“Milkshake, please!” I flashed a smile. “A [your favourite flavour] one!”

“Coming right up.” He said placing our order at the counter. “Take a seat I’ll bring the drinks.” I nodded finding a comfortable seat at one of the tables. In no time the milkshakes were made and Renjun brought them over to our table sitting across from me.

Renjun talked about his trip to Hong Kong - visiting in his grandparents and going on a boat ride, he told me about eating the food at a restaurant, a really expensive one but it had tiny servings so by the end he was still starving and came home shoving a bunch of Cheetos down his throat. I laughed at that, he was cute and funny. His voice was so nice to listen to, I didn’t want him to stop, I continued the conversation and we talked and talked on many different topics and in all honesty, we had a lot in common. I was glad we did, and he didn’t seem like a total dick yet so it was pretty much a win.

The clock ticked as my phone rang, halting our conversation I excused myself receiving a call from my mom, I checked the time and it was oh my goodness, 7:45 PM. I apologized and told her I was on my way home, rushing over to Renjun and wishing him goodbye.

“Wait, why don’t I walk you?” He asked.

“What?”

“Walk you home.” He flashed a bright smile. “I’ll walk you back to your place.”

I blushed at his offer. “Walk me? Don’t you have to get to your place?”

He nodded in response. “Yes I do but my place is at most 10 minutes away from yours.”

“Really?” He lived so close.

“Yeah, of course, let’s go!” He cheerfully got up from his chair throwing his and I’s empty cups in the trash, gesturing me to walk out. “Ladies first.” I curtsied and walked out of the cafe with him trailing along beside me. Walking past the park the sun was setting turning the sky into colours of pink and purple, the clouds calm and white in different shapes as we continued our non-sense conversations with giggles and admiring the beauty of the current scenery.

Arriving outside my apartment I thanked him for tagging along.

“It’s not a big deal really, plus…” he scratched the back of his neck. “I kind of owe you for bumping into you twice and uh making your head smash to the ground.”

We both laughed at the situation, “it’s true you do, also considering I have a big bump on my head now.” He cocked an eyebrow. “And unlike a pimple, I can’t pop it.”

“Sorry.” He giggled. “You still look cute though.”

“I look what?” He looked up surprised from his slip up. “Can you repeat that?”

“Uhh…” Renjun nervously fiddled with his thumbs. “You look fine, it’ll go away just apply some ice on it.”

“Yeah okay, but I meant the other thing,” I smirked teasing him.

“W-what other thing?” He stammered.

“Hmm c’mon don’t-“ he cut me off saying a goodbye and running off home.

“Sorry, I’m late! I’ll catch up with you soon!” And with that, he left once again and I Well kind of felt…sad? I guess you could say that. It could be because I’m probably liking him a little bit, but also since I’m not good at saying goodbyes, every time I hang out with someone and they leave I feel a deep hole in my chest. I feel empty. I don’t know why it’s just upsetting for me to say goodbyes no matter how little or big.

Returning back home I apologized to my mom for being late, telling her I got held up in work. Giving her a kiss on her forehead I continued to my room closing the door behind me. Changing into an old shirt and a pair of shorts I brushed my teeth and washed up preparing for bed. Plopping onto my bed I hugged my pillow tight and squealed into it remembering Renjun’s slip up. He thinks I’m cute? He really thinks I’m cute, does this mean he’s interested in me? I don’t know, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s like me, he’s just figuring out his feelings - yeah that’s it most likely. But wow, he called me cute. I felt my heart do ten backflips out of joy and oh boy that was probably the best sleep I had in a while.

a/n: I apologize for this being a little bit short but I’ll be making a part 3 as soon as possible bc it looks like you guys are enjoying it !! (^_^) I’m so so glad and thank you for the feedback and support guys !! I love you I’ll be updating soon !! - Doyoung’s Darling

[spirify]

「Reflection」Chapter Four

Reflection

Elsword Fanfiction | Add x Ara

Written by Spirify. 11. 18. 2017

Add watched with slight amusement as his fiancee turned around with a red face, stomping away angrily. It was almost a bit cute, but he decided he wouldn’t go there. With a content sigh, the male was ready to head back to the dining room to bid the old hag a goodbye. He didn’t want to be here any longer than necessary and a proper farewell would be more than enough to please the lady. Just as he started walking, his mind fell blank and suddenly he realized the situation he was in. Where in Elrios was he? Of course, he was in the Haan Estate, but exactly… where? Face turning pale, his eyes glanced down uneasily at the long corridors, the different twists and exits of the halls swirling his mind into a jumbled mess. Wonderful. He was lost. And his only guide out was through his fiance, the fiancee that he had just so happened to tell off about one minute ago. The day couldn’t honestly go any worser now could it? Whirling around just in time to watch her silhouette turn down the hall, Add called out desperately.

“Hey! Wait up!” He quickly chased after her, realizing soon enough that she had no intent to slow down for him, “I said wait!”

“Why are you following me?! Didn’t you just say we wouldn’t meet again outside the boundaries of a social or formal party?” Ara snapped, clenching her fist as she took a sharp turn with the intent to shake him off.

“Agh, I know! But, just, wait up! I need to ask you something!” Add cried miserably, running an irritated hand through his hair as he continued his pursuit after her.

“Sorry, but I’m not taking any questions right now! If you need something, why don’t you go to my Mother!” The maiden replied back firmly, her heels at this point smashing into the ground with annoyance.

“Ugh, stop being such a spoiled princess! Are you really that upset? I’m quite certain you told me that you weren’t interested in this marriage either?” Add shouted, beginning to easily catch up to the female.

“I’m not upset! So just leave me alon- ahh!” Just as she began to retort back, her quick walking pace had sowed the seeds of chaos for her. With her heels accidentally catching onto the hem of her dress, Ara felt herself trip forward, letting out a fearful gasp as she clenched her eyes close, preparing for the hard impact of the ground.

However, the impact never came. Instead, she felt herself fall onto something warm and soft, the sound of a muffled groan echoing into her ear. Just as quickly as she had snapped her eyes closed, they flew open once more to reveal Add beneath her.

“Add?!”

The gentlemen used his arms to push his upper body off the ground, Ara still clinging to his shirt as he let out a sigh. Opening one eye to lazily gaze up at her, Add opened his mouth.

“Could you get off of me now? It’s not very comfortable to be held down.”

“O-oh! S-sorry!” The female stammered, hastily getting off of him to kneel down at his side. Concerned, her eyes flickered up and down to search for any injuries that may have fell upon him during his catch.

“I’m fine, but you need to be a bit more careful. What kind of lady trips over her own dress?” The male noticing her distress, quickly addressed her worries before standing up to dust off his suit.

“I-uh, um, I’m sorry,” Ara replied, frowning as she took in his disheveled appearance. Out of instinct, she stood up and reached for his tie, carefully tightening it and placing it back in the middle. Without missing a beat, she went next towards his hair, using her fingers to brush it back and smooth down the strands that were sticking out. Once she was satisfied with his look, she took a step back, nodding in approval. As her eyes moved up his body searching for anymore errors, they soon enough fell upon his amused glance.

“...What..?” She questioned slowly.

“Hm? It’s nothing. I was just a little surprised that you could actually display the qualities of a wife,” Add smirked, raising an interested eyebrow.

“Huh? What’s that suppose to mean?!”

“Exactly what it’s suppose to mean.”

“Are you trying to say that I don’t resemble a wife at all?!”

“Considering your clumsiness, I might be.”

“I’m not always clumsy! It was just that one time!”

“Are you sure? I believe just this morning you couldn’t even walk without me pulling you along, no?”

“That was because you took me by surprise!”

“Oh? Was I so dashingly handsome that you froze in awe of my looks?” At that joke, Ara lightly punched him on the chest, letting out a pout as she crossed her arms.

“Agh, whatever! Anyway, what did you want to ask me?”

“Oh, that’s right. Show me the way out,” The bluntness in his voice caught her off guard.

“The way out?”

“Guess you didn’t hear me the first time. Yes, the way out,” Add nodded, gesturing down the halls.

Ara’s eyes trailed down the direction of his hands, taking in the long white halls with golden out-linings. It seemed as if the corridor went on forever, with infinite amounts of turns and twists at every nook and cranny. She had realized that during her earlier anger, she had strided away from Add without a thought about the direction to her room, just merely assuming that by walking she would arrive. That was obviously not going to happen. With a nervous laugh, she bit her lip lightly, turning to face his awaiting face.

“I’m not too sure of where we are either…?”

“What?!” Add cried incredulously, “What do you mean you don’t know? Don’t you live here?”

“Not really… I only come back to the main estate when Mother calls for me. To be honest, I’ve only stayed here a couple of times and then again, it’s only for a maximum of three days per visit, so…”

“So, to say, the main Haan estate is only a place for you to answer your Mother’s call and that you yourself, the daughter of the Haan family, does not actually live here?” Ara nodded quietly in response to his sarcastic question.

“C’est juste genial…” Add muttered under his breath, “The only daughter of the prestigious Haan family doesn’t even live in the main estate, this is just great.”

“Sorry…” Ara murmured softly at his displeased voice, shirking down as she lowered her gaze.

“You need to stop apologizing for everything. Your lack of knowledge of this place isn’t your fault.”

“I know, but, I feel a little guilty. You cushioned my fall and I can’t even give you the basic directions out of this godforsaken place…” Ara intertwined her fingers, letting out a defeated sigh.

“Like I said earlier, it’s not your fault. Well, in either case, we might as well wander the halls together incase Madam Haan or your butler finds us. Now listen up, don’t say a word about what’s happened here, got it? I don’t particularly enjoy spending extra time around royalty while answering rhetorical questions,” The male reached an arm outwards towards the maiden.

Ara stared back at it confusedly.

“This is to prove that we’re fiancees, remember?” Add clarified.

“Oh, right,” Gently, Ara wrapped her arm around his, using her other hand to smooth down her dress and tidy her hair.  She didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea when looking at her and her husband together, deciding it was best to remain neat and composed. She especially didn’t want her Mother to see her in a messy appearance, for she knew the questions would come aimed at the time she had spent together with Add.

Shaking her head in slight fear of the potential problems to come, she let Add lead the way through the hall, praying that Chung would be the one to come find them first.

Flashing lights, booming music, and the chattering crowd filled the air as Ara sat cooly on the edge of the stage, her face resting against her propped up leg. Dressed in her usual break-dancing outfit, black sweatpants and an orange crop top, she watched dazedly at the people dancing in-front of her. This night, there was no competition between her and E.N.D. Infact, E.N.D wasn’t even here. Perhaps, it was because there was no event this time around. In either case, Ara felt a little sad that he wasn’t here, wanting to share her horrifying prior experience from this morning.

Right after she and her fiance confirmed that they both had no idea where they were, the two had decided to team up to find the way back to the dining hall. Wandering together, Ara had the chance to actually talk to Add one on one without the fake facade that she had put on earlier. She had pointed out his rude and sarcastic personality, questioning if he actually was the gentlemen that everyone had praised him as. He had replied back yet again sarcastically, he too pointing out that she was too clumsy and oblivious to actually be a lady. They had bickered and teased each other the whole time, sooner or later being found by (to Ara’s disappointment) Mother Haan. Add had smoothly switched back to a princely personality, claiming that he had wanted to spend some time alone with Ara to learn more about her and apologized lightly. Mother Haan had merely beamed and stated that it was quite fine, later on escorting him out to bid a farewell.

“A.C.E~? What’s wrong, baby?” At the sound of a sultry voice, Ara snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes trailing towards a slender woman with silky blonde hair.

The woman had emerald eyes that sparkled vibrantly, dressed in a tight green top and loose white pants that showed off her busting chest and curvy figure.

“Rena,” Ara murmured softly.

“Wow~ That was quite the excited response~” Rena replied back cheerfully, smiling as she leapt up to seat herself beside the maiden.

Rena was the hoster of the enormous break-dancing club that sat behind the alleyways of France. She and her husband Raven, had found it and brought the culture of the dance alive, driving all sorts of people to come join and dance the night away. Rena was also the one who realized Ara’s potential to break-dance during the female’s ballet performance, excitedly asking if she wanted to try it out. Cue to now, Ara was the most popular female break-dancer, however her identity remains a mystery. Her name A.C.E was given by the other members of the club. Ara was grateful to Rena and Raven, since they were the one to honor her decision of remaining anonymous. They even went as far as to provide guards and a locked room all for the sake of protecting her.

“What's bothering you? You’re not even dancing today,” Rena said sweetly, brushing a hand through her hair and flipping it behind her.

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Just dealing with some, y’know, family problems…” It wasn’t the full truth, but it wasn’t a full lie either.

“Ah, I see… I know it’s hard for you right now, Ara. But you can’t always look at the down-sides to a situation, there’s always something good that comes from it! Everything happens for a reason, and even though that reason might be complete bullshit, just know that life comes with its ups and downs.”

“Mm.”

“You know… It’s been awhile since we danced together, why don’t we usher down there and do a little performance, hm?” Rena cooed, gesturing down at the opened space within the crowd.

Laughing lightly at her remark, Ara hopped on down, brushing her hair towards the back. Today wasn’t the best day, but neither was it the worst. Her husband turned out to be a complete jerk, a jerk that she enjoyed talking to. She was also relieved at the fact that he wasn’t interested in her sexually, and that their relationship would only be political. Free from the binding chains that her mother had placed on her, Ara felt alive once more, a more vibrant flame now burning in her chest as she stepped towards the now-waiting crowd, ready to let A.C.E take over for the night.

[aerostoriesforyouall]

The Boy Gives Life &... (ep. 3 part 3)

part 3

        Rodrigo was reading a small note left by the student who was watching Julia:

- Are you out of your mind??

         The tal student, who was Julia’s friend and her other friend as well, sighs, and writes at the back of the small note, passing back to the Messenger:

- This Anjohn is just trumpery; are you guys stupid or what?

         Julia takes the chance of the messenger’s distraction, and successfully passes a small note to Charlie.

         The boy then reads the note:

- The thing that Anjorn do with his thumb is not true, it’s just a magic trick; I know how to do that as well; look at me.

         He looks to his friend, and she does that trick where she pretended to take off her own thumb; at first he is scared, but then, she shows to him how this is done; he gets impressed, understanding now what was happening...

         Julia starts to write another small note; but stops when another small note falls into her desk... this one had written:

- Don’t you think that I’m not keeping my eyes open toward you; stop sending notes to him NOW!

         Without much choice after seeing he had already the goauche in his hand; the girl joins her hands, and stays quiet...

         Charlie sees this all; and notices that his friend was being intimidated; just like he was also being intimidated... he analyses the situation... and comes to a conclusion, which for him was the best thing to be done; but clearly it wasn’t the best idea... but even if he knew it wasn’t the best idea, he doesn’t find any other options, and, afraid that his friend would suffer even more if he didn’t follow this idea, he understands that maybe there wasn’t any other choices...

           “Do you understand the plan? ” This was written in a toilet paper; Sayuri was talking to the doll by messages in those papers; and the toy also answers by messages in those papers: “Got it, but we will need a bait to distract this trickster”.

- Where are those two weaklings? In this bathroom? – a girl with a deep voice was about to enter the bathroom – Leave this to me, Grande Maria, I’ll beat them up really badly!

         Sayuri quickly points to a small window above; picks the doll, puts her in the window; the human girl then tries to climb herself the window, to get out of the bathroom.

         The “Grande Maria” kicks the bathroom door; she was a tall, Strong and fat girl; she hears Sayuri trying to go out of the bathroom by the small window; and then sees her trying it.

- Oh, you’re not, Grande Maria will get and beat you up, girl! – the bully girl says, starting to kick the bathroom box door, to break it  and enter...

           The new student succeeds in getting out by the window before the big girl could catch her, after finally breaking the box door.

- Oh, you are not getting away so easilly, I’ll still get and beat you up very badly!

         The two fugitive students were in a small space between the bathroom and a class room; a place a little bit hidden.

- Goddamn puberty – says Sayuri, while having her hands in her waist – Why did you came so early?

- At least you had a puberty at a moment, ma gal – Lacinho comments.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Alright, let’s get out of here already; maybe if we could enter this room here we could get out.

         The bully girl was so distracted trying to reach them both that she just kept trying to break the small window.

           The bell rings; now it was break time.

           In the schoolyard, Anjorn does another magic trick, impressing the students; and while hem ade other tricks, he also did some heroic poses to show off.

- Are you sure you wanna do this, Charlie? – asks Julia; who walked along with him, but also along with two boys with hats.

- Quiet, you infidel – says one of the boys – Actually, shouldn’t you be worried with him? We will paint him all if he doesn’t actually have powers that surpass Anjohn; Also, what kind of powers would this little guy have, besides the mortal touch?

- No, I’m not worried... at least not with that... and the pow...

- Excuse-me, magnificente Anjohn – says the other boy in loud voice, interrupting Julia, the attention of the crowd, and the attention of the one who was showing off – I apologize for interrupting you, but this infidel is challenging you, saying he has powers beyond yours... should we listen to him?

- Pff, ha! Go on, boy, let’s see you embarassing yourself in front of everyone – says Anjorn, who then says to his followers in loud voice – My followers! This boy says that he can surpass my powers! Isn’t it hilarious??

         Everyone of the crowd laughs.

- Impress me, boy, or better, embarass yourself in front of everyone – says the angel-unicorn, obviously very cocky.

         Charlie then walks to a wall, and touches it.

- Wait a minute... NO, WAIT!! – Anjorn remembers Charlie’s abilities, but now it was too late; the boy makes a humanoid come up from the wall, in front of all of the public; impressing them all.

- Ah, finally... – the school’s coordinator appears, visibly tired – Ok, alright, uh?

         She notices the humanoid made by Charlie, and notices the Angel-unicorn.

- Ah... I understand now what’s going on... I now know why so many people came to complain to the principal at the same time... you wanted to distract us, ok... – the coordinator gets even more serious, and questions everyone – Alright, how do you found out about Charlie?! What are those hats? I demand na answer NOW!

- Now! – Sayuri appears in the middle of the crowd, and throws Lacinho in the direction of Anjorn.

         The doll successfully removes the hat from him and gets smashed in the wall without being damaged.

- Lucky me I’m made of cloth and feel no pain, baby – says her as she falls on the ground...

         Anjorn’s horn was revealed along with a small book that indeed taught magic tricks, that fell from his horn to the ground...

         All os his followers look at him angered...

- UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU – his followers booed him while throwing the hats on him.

         He then flies away from the school.

- Well, this already is one answer... – says the coordinator, who gives her attention to the boy who could create life – Charlie... was it you who revealed your abilities to your classmates...? If yes, why...?

- I uhh... I... – he tries to answer, but then is interrupted by his friend...

         Who reveals:

- He just did that to protect me; these crazy people who wore these hats were threatening me with goauche; and Charlie decided to reveal his abilities just so these nutcases stopped believing in what that “little angel” was saying...

- Ahh... I got it... – the coordinator sighs, and completes, while looked at them all; who already noticed that their situation was not good – Alright, we will from now on have new rules... and Charlie, you will for a little while stay in the principal’s office until we talk to your parents...

While the coordinator’s attention was all on the boy, Lacinho approaches his owner, and whispers something to her... and then, goes in the classes’s direction...

 Now it was late... only Charlie and his parents in the principal’s office...

- Do you understand the situation? With the internet, and with a loto f children from our school having it, we cannot guarantee that your son’s abilities will remain a secret to the kids... – says the principal...

- We understand... – says the boy’s father, who looked at him, angry.

- It wasn’t Charlie’s fault, as we said before; even more because this was bound to happen one time or another...

- Alright, sorry...

- It’s ok...   ...did you bring the special abilities in humans’s minister’s document?

- Here it is – Sarah hands the document to the principal.

She; (the principal), reads it while Charlie played with one of the pens from the room.

- Alright, here it says that you have three options: either you follow the 1631Ç contract; or you move to another city, change your documents ad identitites... or Charlie will be raised by the military...

Both of the parentes momentarilly look to their son playing...

They move their glance back to the principal... sigh, and the mother answers:

- We choose the 1631Ç contract...

- Alright, I will contact the Gilberto Quentes minister; so, here i show it will go: since it’s not possible to avoid that Charlie ends up creating beings, either by pressure or for other reasons, you will donate 10% of each of your salary to the govern until Charlie is 18. As for the school, I’ll instruct how dangerous his powers are...

 The parentes and their son now were entering the car... just as Charlie puts his bag in the car; it moves... surprising everyone with the exception of Charlie...

- Charlie! What is inside there?? Didn’t you verify the bag before? – the mother questions.

A small doll’s hand opens the bag’s zipper... it was Lacinho...

- LACINHO?? – the boy’s parentes get equally surprised.

- Hi there, guys, I am out of nowhere, but relax, I ain’t invading, it was combined – says the doll.

- But what are you doing in his bag?? We have to give you back to... – says the father, being interrupted by the toy...

Who says:

- That sure is it, ma man, but the mama of my owna wanna talk to you both...

- Wait... did you hear everything we talked in the principal’s office...?

- Sure thing, dude, and I need to spill the beans to...

- Please don’t do that, Lacinho, we need to solve this problem by ourselv...

- Common, guys, anyway you have to gimme back tom y owner... a talk shouldn’t hurt...

The two parentes looked at each other...

- If ya guys want you can dinner there as well, today’s spaghetti.

 Now it was late at night; Charlie’s parentes were laying on their bed... still not sleeping; since they were thinking of what the mother of the doll’s owner have said in dinner...

- Darling... today in Juliana’s house... – says Marcos.

- I know... you don’t think it’s fair... right...? – answers Sarah.

- Exactly...

- Neither do I... but we did insist we would find a way; I mean, it was kinda Charlie’s fault that the little loony angel there came to life... but even then she wanted to pay Lacinho, and forgave us for the little angel...

- Well...   ...it’s just... I don’t know... does a toy like Lacinho really Worth 10000 bucks, just as Juliana said she would pay...?

- I don’t know as well... how much would Lacinho be worth...?

- Don’t know...

- I think we would never know if accepting the 10000 bucks for Lacinho’s life was a moral decision or not...

- Indeed...

  To be continued...