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fxckingghxst · 3 years

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Takeout and Horror Movies

Pairing: Corpse Husband x GN!Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

WC: ~1.3k

A/N: This was a mixture of me craving soft domestic cute date things and Panda express... Hope you enjoy my first fic on this account!

“This movie is kind of stupid.” You speak as you watch one of the two campers get mauled by the man-eating bear that has been stalking them.

“Yeah, I agree.” Corpse voices his agreement as his hands run up and down your legs that were sprawled over his lap.

“Bears are scary at times, but to label this a horror movie is a disgrace.” You say as the woman runs away as her fiancée gets eaten by the bear. You shake your head at the semi-bad acting as she breaks down into tears behind a tree.

A knock at the door saves you from watching any more of this woman’s acting and your eyes widen as you realize what it is.

“I’m so hungry…” Corpse says as he watches intently as you start pulling out the Chinese food.

“My mouth is watering.” You say as you empty the last two containers from the bag and onto the table. You hand Corpse some chopsticks and he gratefully takes them before opening up one of the containers. He leans back into the couch and starts to dig in while you open up all the containers to see what you wanted to eat first.

Orange chicken. That’s what you wanted. You grabbed the container and broke your chopsticks before digging in as well. “Oh my god. This is so good.” You mumble with your mouth full of the orange chicken.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Corpse jokes as he mumbles through his chow mein. You laugh and elbow his arm holding the takeout box.

“Hypocrite.” You say with a small smile on your face. “Hey, share some chow mein.” You say after a few bites of orange chicken. He picks up some noodles on his chopsticks and moves it towards your open mouth, laughing when the noodles and vegetables end up mostly on your chin. You laugh too as you try to move the noodles into your mouth with your lips; trying hard not to let everything fall onto your shirt.

“You almost got it,” Corpse says as he watches you continue to attempt to eat the chow mein. He starts laughing and moves his chopsticks to your chin to try and help move the noodles into your mouth. You haven’t stopped laughing and at this point, you have given up trying to get the noodles in your mouth and instead just let Corpse do the hard work. “You have to help me out here, babe.” Corpse speaks through his laughter.

“Uh Uh.” You deny as he finally moves the last noodle into your mouth. You start to chew and look down at your shirt to see some noodles and vegetables have landed on your chest. “Look, you’ve made a mess.” You accuse as you glance between him and your shirt. His eyes widen and he points the chopsticks at himself.

“Me!?” He shakes his head, “you’re the one who refused to help and let all the food fall.” He says as he goes back to eating his food. You scrunch your face and repeat his words back to him in a mocking and also incoherent voice.

“I’m dating a child.” Corpse responds as he moves to grab the Broccoli Beef box from the table. You laugh menacingly, like how a witch would laugh as her evil plans come to fruition, and turn your attention back to the ‘horror’ movie that was almost over. It’s quiet for the next eight minutes or so as you both focus on the movie while devouring the takeout and finally the credits roll after an uneventful cliffhanger.

“Booooo.” You boo the movie and set down your food before grabbing the remote. “That movie sucked.” You comment as you browse Netflix for a different, hopefully, better, horror movie. “What movie next, babe?” You ask as you lean back and into Corpse’s side. You rest your head on his shoulder as he hums in thought.

“Should we give a Netflix Original another chance or look at the classics?” You ask as you scroll through the Netflix Original Horror movie section. They all were questionable, to say the least. Some were too cliche, some seemed too boring, and the rest just seemed bad. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but the needle was teeny-tiny and the haystack was the size of a football field.

“Should we pick one blindly?” Corpse asks as he swings his arm over your shoulders; your position shifting into your favorite place as you rest your head against his chest right where his heart is.

“This is why you’re the smart one in this relationship.” You say as Corpse sets down his chopsticks and food on the table. “Okay, you tell me when to stop.” You say as you fully open the horror tab on Netflix.

“You can’t look though, that’s cheating,” Corpse continues, “Here, look at me.” He finishes as he moves his left leg up onto the couch and faces his body towards you. He grabs both sides of your face and turns your head to face him directly; your body mimicking his motions as you lift your right leg onto the couch. You giggle at how cute he was before raising your eyebrows in question.

“Are we ready now?” You ask as you ready the remote and place your thumb over the correct buttons.

“Ready.” He confirms with a small nod and you start with arrowing down, flicking through numerous movies with that annoying clicking sound it makes. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you want to make sure you’re still on the right screen, so you peak out of the corner of your eyes to try ad catch a peek.

“Ah Ah Ah.” Corpse scolds as he moves his hands up to form visors around your eyes; blocking your vision of the TV, “No cheating.” He smiles at you and moves closer towards you, his hand visors being the only barrier between you and him.

“You still haven’t told me to stop.” You remind him that he’s in charge of ultimately picking the movie and he just shrugs.

“There’s nothing good yet.” He responds as he moves his hands slightly so that his forehead is resting on yours.

“And how would you know?” You question as you hold his gaze with your own. You smile as he places a small kiss on your nose.

“I just know.” He quickly says as he places multiple short kisses on your lips, cheeks, nose, chin, and everywhere else on your face. You can’t help but laugh at his actions and your heart swells with love for the man in front of you. “Okay, now stop.” He instructs as he leaves one last kiss on your lips. You almost forgot that you were searching for a movie and that your finger was pressing the left arrow the whole time. You stop clicking and press the select button, but before you turn your head to look, Corpse speaks.

“Let me check first.” He looks to his right at the screen and smiles before turning back to you.

“Is it good?” You ask with wide eyes at how excited his reaction was to whatever movie you had landed on.

“The best of the best,” Corpse says and you get excited at the possibilities. You tun your head to see what movie you had landed on only to be met with something completely different.

“Corpse, this is the settings menu.”

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neesieiumz · 3 years

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All the Stars {Tamaki Amajiki x Reader} - Chapter 6

Summary: Tamaki has been a sidekick at Fatgum’s agency for four years, going up in ranks and becoming Fatgum’s right-hand man. That’s when a transfer hero comes in, Y/n L/n. Born and raised in Southern America, Y/n comes to Japan for a fresh start and interviews and aces Fatgum’s interview. Partnered with Tamaki and Fatgum to get used to Japan, Tamaki finds her interesting, and can’t help the fact he wants to get to know her. As Y/n’s past slowly gets revealed, will her demons allow the two of them to prosper?

A/N: I really... didn’t like the beginning of this chapter, honestly it’s quite the cringe to me to, but the middle and the end were decent to me. Here we see more Tamaki/Reader interactions and some one-sided angst from our Bakugou incarnate Aoi.

Word count: 4.6k

Chapter 6 - Crossed Paths

He looked back and gave her one last wave and smile and she reciprocated the action before he opened the door and walked out. He closed the door behind him and took a couple of steps before pressing his back against the wall and slowly sliding down, exhausted from tryIng his best effort to not make a fool of himself in front of Y/n. As he was trying to calm down his heart from the interaction they had, in the office, Y/n wasn’t any better.

(This conversation is in English but when she speaks Japanese, it’ll be underlined)

“BITCH!! I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO DIE!”

Y/n’s best friend burst out in laughter, nearly blowing out Y/n’s ear.

“Bruh, I need you to calm your ass down! You guys built furniture together, that nigga did not bend you over your new desk or some shit like that!”

“Yeah but you should have seen him, he was so helpful and so respectful too and so freaking cute!” Y/n whined, stomping around like a child thinking back to the events that transpired.

“Girl, calm down,” Y/n saw her wave her hand, dismissing how important Y/n said it was.

Y/n paced around her office, “But I can’t though! I’ve been crushing after this man for a while and this was like the first time we were in a room by ourselves since he gave me a tour of the fucking agency!”

“Which reminds me, how's that partner of yours?” Y/n could hear the flirty undertones under her “innocent” question, making Y/n roll her eyes and flip her off.

Her best friend returned the gesture and the two of them stared at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Y/n folded over and held her stomach as she could feel her abdomen starting to cramp up.

“You so aggravating!” She could hear her best friend recovering as she said that.

Y/n was about to respond but her office door opened and in the doorway was Aoi who walked in quickly and closed it behind him. Y/n looked at him confused as he placed a plastic bag on her desk.

“I thought you were visiting your mother?” She asked him, placing herself on mute.

“Y/n? Is that Aoi’s fine ass? Heyyyy Aoi!!” Her best friend screamed in her ear, making Y/n glare at her.

Aoi noticed this and asked who she was talking to, walking to one of the chairs and sitting down and pulling out his own food.

“You didn’t have to buy me food,” she said, “oh and it’s B/f, you know the really loud one?”

B/f continued talking in her ear but Y/n ignored her and sat down and pulled out the container which contained rice, grilled beef, and vegetables, Her mouth watered as she recognized this as Aoi’s mom’s cooking.

“I didn’t buy you food, my mom insisted I bring this to you after mentioning you forget to eat during the day sometimes,” Aoi glared at her, making Y/n smile sheepishly and look away.

“STOP FUCKING IGNORING ME AND LET ME TALK TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND!!!!” B/f yelled in her ear, making Y/n pull out the headphones in pain.

She unplugged her headphones and handed Aoi her phone, “damn bitch, here you go!”

Aoi glared at her before snatching the phone and looking into the camera

“She had plans so I had to leave earlier than I was expecting to but told me to tell you to give her a call, she hasn’t heard from you in almost two weeks,” Aoi said before greeting B/f in dull, broken English.

I rolled my eyes at her flirtations in broken Japanese before focusing on the food Momma Inuzuka prepared. I picked up a fork and mixed the rice, and everything else together before taking a bite. Almost falling over from the taste, Y/n used her arms to hold herself up. She took another bite and wiggled in her seat with a smile on her face.

I need to call Momma Inuzuka and thank her for this food because of the way she throws it down in the kitchen… ooh my heart hurts.

Y/n sniffed and wiped away a tear after her dramatic show, I ain’t never had cooking like this since I moved here, I think I’m gonna cry. She thought to her self.

Wiggling in her seat, the movement caught Aoi’s eyes and he looked over at Y/n and saw how she was acting while taking each bite and rolled his eyes, smiling under his breath. He ignored her friend who was talking his ear off and continued to stare at Y/n, who was ignoring both of them.

“...oi...Aoi… AOI!!”

He snapped out of his stare and turned back to B/f who was looking at him with a knowing look, eyebrows raised. He looked back at her with disdain, before telling her that he’ll call her back before ending the video call. He got up and tapped Y/n on her shoulder, who turned around with sauce all over her mouth. She smiled once she saw her phone and took it from her and gave him a thankful look before turning back to eating her food.

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“So… Do you know what was going on? I saw Kirishima and other “higher-ups” running around and being secretive?” Aoi questioned, remembering how he ran into a rushed Kirishima running around with files, heading straight for Fatgum’s office.

Y/n’s scrunched up in confusion before remembering the conversation she had with Amajiki-san. She nodded her head vigorously and turned around to face Aoi, “yeah, Amajiki-san came here a couple of minutes before you arrived and told me about the newest-” but she was interrupted by Aoi, who slammed his eater down on the desk.

“Him? Why was he here?” He immediately questioned her, glaring at her.

Y/n felt taken back, before inhaling and exhaling deeply and turning away from him, “what the hell did Amajiki-san do to you? He’s a sweetheart!” She said, grabbing her fork.

Aoi hissed under his breath and rolled his eyes before grabbing his food and opened it.

“Whatever, just tell me what’s going on!”

Y/n moved her eyes up and down, looking at him with annoyance before rolling her eyes and turning her head to the side. “The groups that we’ve been fighting, they’ve been terrorizing both major and minor cities and towns all over Japan and causing explosions to happen in areas where civilian traffic is large.” She started, looking out the window.

“Currently, they are trying to find out what this new organization's true goals are but all I can sum up from what Amajiki-san told me is that they are trying to become as big as the League of Villains. Adding us to the team was a last-minute decision made by Fatgum, but Amajiki-san told me there may be more meetings after this one.”

Aoi didn’t say anything, just looked away and continued eating his food. Y/n turned her head slightly to look at his reaction, saw his blank face, and turned back around.

“I’m gonna guess there was a meeting today? Is that why everyone was running around?” He turned his head to look at her nodding her head.

Aoi could feel her eyes staring into him, after a few months of knowing each other, Y/n was able to feel Aoi’s already tense mood increase and fully turned her body to look at him. Crossing her legs and arms, she stared at him as he ate his food. She waited for him to finally speak his mind about what she just told him. Taking his deep breath, he dropped his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair.

“So adding was a last-minute decision huh? Are you sure that was Fatgum’s decision? Or was that what Amajiki-san wanted to tell you?”

Y/n had enough. She threw her phone down on the table and folded her hands on the table.

“Alright! Let’s talk! Ever since I got here, you’ve had it out for Amajiki-san and I honestly have no idea why you don’t like him! What’s up? What happened between the two of you”

Aoi rolled his eyes and pushed his chair away. He got up and grabbed his things and headed to the door. As he ignored Y/n’s calls to him, he noticed a familiar bag sitting in the corner of the office. His already intense glare deepened as he turned around and looked back at his partner. He ignored her continued calls of his name and nodded his head towards the bag sitting in the corner.

Y/n looked at him confused before staring in the corner and saw Amajiki-san’s bag in the corner and rolled her eyes. She got up and stomped to the corner and grabbed the bag and shoved it in his face.

“You’re acting like a high schooler! You are 24 years old! You two are the same age and yet you act like a twelve-year-old.”

Her voice came out as stern as she could, glaring up at him. He stared down back at her and for a moment the two of them stared at each. Neither of them backed down for a minute but Aoi relented, stepping back a bit and looking away from her. He pushed the bag back to her and headed back towards the door.

“You know we have to talk about your unfounded hatred one day right?” Y/n said, putting the bag back in its original corner.

All Aoi did was grunt and left. Leaving Y/n all by herself. She sighed and shook her head. What was this man’s problem? She let out a breath before turning around back to her desk and her food. She sat down in her seat and grabbed her fork to continue eating her food but stopped before she could get some on her fork. She leaned back, tired after the emotional rollercoaster that is Aoi and her first full interaction with Tama- Amajiki-san. She smiles faintly, remembering the conversation she had with Amajiki. How the conversation was able to flow between while they set up her office, made her feel warm inside. She shook her head and cracked her neck before sitting back up. She leaned into her hand on the left arm of her chair and looked out her window.

“Whatever happened between the two of them, I hope they work it out,” Y/n says to nobody before turning back to her food.

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It’s been two days since Tamaki came to Y/n’s office to tell her about the newest mission. Right now, Aoi and Y/n were headed up to the small conference room after getting a summons from Fatgum about the new mission they were going to be assigned to. After that pitiful excuse of a conversation that the two partners had on that day, the two of them haven’t talked normally for a little bit. Well, Y/n tried to talk normally, but Aoi just ignored her efforts. Y/n looked over at Aoi who was looking ahead and shook her head before looking ahead as well.

They reached Fatgum’s door and knocked on it and wait for his call to let them in. They waited a moment before the door opened up to Fatgum’s secretary, Asumi, who smiled at the both of them, the smile lingering when she looked over at Aoi. Y/n rolled her eyes and walked past her, entering the office. Standing around Fatgum’s desk, with Fatgum sitting in the chair, was the red-headed hero, Red Riot also known as Ejirou Kirishima. He looked up from their tablet he was looking at and saw the two of them come through the door.

He smiled and closed the tablet, “Hey, you two!” Everyone heard him and looked up from whatever they were looking at and saw them walk in.

Tamaki saw Y/n walk in and a smile formed on his face before he could stop. Kirishima pulled up two more chairs to allow them to sit and handed the tablets that contained classified details about the mission.

“I’m glad the two of you could make it. I think that your abilities would truly benefit this mission,” Fatgum smiled, winking at them.

Y/n smiled at him before opening the tablet and pulling up the plans, Aoi doing the same.

“Tamaki explained the basis of the mission to you Y/n from what he’s told me and I’m gonna guess that you have relayed that information to Aoi?” Fatgum started, pulling up a projected map.

Y/n nodded but Aoi did nothing but lean back and stared ahead with cold eyes. Y/n looked at Aoi with frustration before shaking his head, turning away. Tamaki noticed this but didn’t say anything, using the clicker to show the pointers on the map.

For the next fifteen minutes, the three of them explained the mission to them and the reasoning behind them. Y/n was engaged with them, asking questions along the way and even helping put on some flaws in their plan.

“Yeah, that’s understandable, but you would be rushing it, one wrong move, and this whole operation is over with and they get away with hurting all of these people and we won’t ever know what their motive is,” Y/n explained, getting and pointing at the map. “We should eliminate those cities which have only been hit once, especially if they haven’t been hit in the last 5 months. Those cities also didn’t have a large body count or didn’t have a large body count at all.”

All of them looked at using the pen to mark out the cities with a low body count, hasn’t been hit in the last five months, and has only been hit once. Once she did that, it left them with 10 cities all over Japan. She capped the marker and sat back down.

“We shouldn’t waste precious time looking into cities that haven’t seen any movement from this group since they’ve surfaced. Instead of putting Fatgum agency resources into those cities, try and get the local agencies to see if they see any movement. We have to focus on the biggest possibility, which is our own home. We shouldn’t shoulder this responsibility, that’s the point of us working with other agencies, right?”

She closed her eyes and crossed her arms as she finished her explanation. Everyone but Aoi looked at her in shock, meanwhile, her partner didn’t move from his current position. It was evident that they hadn’t thought about it that way, meanwhile, Aoi continued to look away in scorn. Tamaki glanced over at him, noticing he was quieter than what he usually be during meetings like this, and saw him glaring at the blank wall beside him. Tamaki nudged Kirishima before pointing his head over to Aoi. Kirishima looked over at him before his face turned into one of concern.

“Aoi… is everything okay?” Kirishima asked, closing the tablet he was holding.

Y/n overheard Kirishima and glanced over at the three of them before focusing back on what Fatgum was showing her. Aoi looked over at Kirishima, glanced at him before rolling his eyes and looking away again. Kirishima was taken back by his attitude and was about to say something else but Tamaki grabbed his shoulder and shook his head no. They left him alone and continued their discussion.

Soon enough, the four of them finished their new plan and Fatgum made plans to relate this information to the other agency participating in this. Aoi said nothing at all and got up to head to the door. Y/n looked at him and sighed before getting up to go after him, but before she could follow him, a voice called out to her. She turned around and saw Tamaki standing behind her, she looked at Aoi’s retreating figure and glanced back at Tamaki before shaking her head and turning around to fully face him.

“Yeah, can I help you Amajiki-san?” She asked.

Tamaki’s ears burned red and he couldn’t look Y/n in the eyes, “About….about the training offer you...you gave me a couple of days ago. I was wondering if you were free today? It’s okay if you’re not, I know I sprang this on you so suddenly, so it’s okay if you’re not available now but––” Tamaki was cut off with a finger to his lips.

Y/n gave him a soft smile and tilted her head, “I’m not doing anything special today, so yeah let’s train!”

Tamaki’s eyes widened before nodding back at her, making her smile wider and removing her finger from his face.

“Come with me to my office? I want to get some of my paperwork out the way first,” she turned around and headed out the door, motioning for Tamaki to follow her.

The two of them fell into sync with each other as they headed to her office. As they walked through the hallways, Tamaki decided to bring up the fact that Aoi didn’t speak in the meeting at all.

Y/n shook her head once she heard this, “I have no idea what goes through his head sometimes. He’s been like this since we had this argument a couple of days ago and now he barely talks to me. He holds grudges like a motherfucker,” she mumbles the last sentence under her breath, crossing her arms.

Tamaki softly laughs at her actions, “you can say that again.” His words made Y/n look over at him. The sudden look made Tamaki look away from her while blushing.

“So indulge me in something, Amajiki-san,” Y/n started as they reached her office.

She unlocked her door and both of them walked in. As she closed her door, the two of them didn’t see a certain blue-headed man looking at the two of them.

“I haven’t been here for long, but one thing I’ve noticed is that you and Aoi… you two don’t have the nicest relationship since I’ve been here. You wanna tell me why?” Y/n walked across the room and sat behind her desk.

Y/n heard Tamaki sigh before pulling out a chair and sitting down.

“To be quite honest with you, I have no idea,” Tamaki crossed his arms as he thought back to all the times the two of them had their paths crossed.

“Ever since we met, he and I have never… have never gotten along… it’s weird.”

Y/n sighed before pulling out a file of papers, “well, whatever it is, I hope you two can work it out because I’m getting real tired of getting into arguments with him about the two of you…” Y/n clicked her pen and began writing on the sheets in front of her.

“I hope so, too.”

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Y/n screamed slightly as she was thrown against a wall, screaming along the way. She slowly slid down the wall and held her slightly pulsing head.

“Oh my God! Are you okay! I shouldn’t have been so rough with it!” Tamaki remarked, making his octopus fingers disappear.

He ran over to Y/n and held his hand out to help her up from her crouching position. Originally, she didn’t want the help, choosing to use the wall to balance but found her world spinning ass he did that. Losing her step, she could feel herself swaying before a large object allied her to stay upright. Although it was slightly painful, she looked to her left and saw Amajiki-san holding her up.

“Come on, let’s get you to the on sight nurse,” he suggested, holding her by the waist and the left arm to keep her up as they walked together.

The two of them walked out of the studio and into the main building and walked down the hallways to the on sight nurse’s office. As they walked down the hall, Tamaki continued to apologize Y/n’s ear off.

“I’m really sorry, I should have held back with that attack, I didn't mean to hit you so hard!” Tamaki kept on rumbling on until he felt a finger on his mouth.

He slowly turned to see Y/n shaking her head, although she was slightly wincing doing the action.

“I’m the one who asked you not to hold back, I underestimated just what you can do with those tentacles and now I’m paying the price. It’s my fault for underestimating you, you can do some serious damage with those. No wonder everyone is expecting you to open your own agency soon enough,” she laughed a little with the last sentence, making Tamaki blush and look away in embarrassment.

They were almost to the nurse's office before a loud voice interrupted their walk, the noise making Y/n wince and hold her head in pain. Tamaki was about to check on her before Y/n was ripped out of his hold, the sudden action making Y/n yelp. Tamaki looked up and saw Aoi carrying her in bridal style.

“What the hell did you do to her?” His glare was nothing like Tamaki’s experienced, he looked ready to actually kill Tamaki and cover it all up.

Tamaki stammered, not being able to get one word before a smacking noise interrupted them and they both looked at Y/n who was looking at Aoi with as much intensity as she could muster without hurting herself.

“I asked him not to hold back, I simply underestimated how strong his quirk could truly be. Don’t be an ass about it,” she mumbled the last part, making Aoi roll his eyes and hold her closer to his body.

Aoi glared at Y/n and looked into her eyes, Y/n also held the gaze but her eyes were drooping by the second. Noticing this, he broke the staring contests before turning back to Tamaki. Aoi’s hardened look returned as he glared Tamaki once more, making the Manifest hero take a couple steps back.

“I’ll take her to the nurse, you just stay away from her, troll.”

And before Tamaki could say anything, he was already speeding out the hallway, ignoring Y/n’s pleas to not blame Tamaki about what happened.

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“I’ve ruined it!’ Tamaki trembled in his apartment.

His two best friends looked at each other before turning to look back at him in concern. Tamaki decided to go home since he wasn’t up for petrol for the rest of the day. All he could think about Aoi’s icy glare once he found out that Tamaki was the reason Y/n was hurt.

“He can’t blame you for what happened. Like you said, all you did was fulfill Y/n’s wishes right? She didn’t want you to hold back and you didn’t,” Neijire tried to explain but all it did was pull Tamaki even more into his fluffy throw blanket.

Neijre sighed at his behavior and turned to Mirio and took a deep breath and let a large smile take place on his face. He walked over to Tamaki and ripped the blanket out of his hold. Startled, Tamaki immediately reached up to take it again but Mirio took a couple steps back and threw the blanket in a random corner.

“Listen, from what you’ve told me about this Aoi guy, he’s always had it out for you ever since he got there. So all I’m gonna say is just ignore him at this point, nothing you do can ever fix whatever happened to him to not like you. Don’t let that get in the way of you getting to know Y/n even more. If she doesn't blame you for what happened, then it’s not your fault. That’s all there is to it,” he chuckled, using his arm to wrap it around Tamaki’s shoulders.

Tamaki looked down before nodding his head, Mirio fully wrapped his arm around Tamaki’s neck squeezing slightly, “Oh come on bud, you can at least give me a smile!”

Tamaki was sputtering out little breaths, reaching up hit hit Mirio on his arms, “Mi...Mirio, can...can’t breath.”

“Oppsie-daisy,” Mirio said before letting go of Tamaki, allowing the violet-head to catch his breath.

As he was taking deep breaths, his phone pinged, the noise indicating he got a text message. Tamaki was drinking some water so Neijire grabbed his phone to see whoever texted him. Theory all had the passwords to each other's phone in case something happened, safety precautions for the life a pro-hero leads. She unlocked the phone and saw who texted him and squealed so loudly, she almost made the two boys deaf.

“What happened? Who texted me?” Tamaki asked, putting down his water bottle.

Nejire smirked before handing him his phone, “Why don’t you see for yourself.”

Tamaki looked at Nejire skeptical before flipping his phone around and turned on the screen and unlocked his phone. Tamaki's eyes immediately saw who it was who texted him and his eyes widened. He then read what she texted him and his entire face went red.

“Who is it? And what did they say?” Mirio asked, reaching over to look at the phone.

Tamaki held out the phone to show Mirio the text, he grabbed the phone and looked at the text.

Hey, it’s Y/n

Sorry about Aoi, I told him that it wasn’t your fault that I was hurt.

Can I make it up to you?

Lunch tomorrow? My treat?

Neijre squealed even loud before grabbing Tamaki and shaking him, “she wants to take you to lunch! That’s so freaking cute!!”

“See Y/n doesn’t feel any different about you, now text her back and tell her that you are perfectly okay with having lunch with her tomorrow! DO IT NOW!!” She took the phone from Mirio and handed it back to Tamaki who just stared at it.

“What...what do I say?” He whispered, holding the phone.

Nejire groaned, “God Tamaki, this isn’t like UA… tell her that you’d really like to get lunch with her tomorrow!”

Tamaki took a deep breath before texting Y/n back.

Yeah, I’d really like to get lunch with you tomorrow!

“I did it,” he showed the both of them the text and they smiled and told him to wait to see what she’ll say.

Before they knew it, another text message ping came through and Tamaki quickly unlocked it.

Is there any place you wanna go to? Or should I make it a surprise?

“Tell her to make it a surprise! Considering that you’ve been to about every restaurant here in your city, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle!” Neijre said, making Tamaki nod.

A surprise is fine.

Okay, see you tomorrow!

See you tomorrow.

Tamaki closed his phone and threw it on the couch before lying down and curling into the couch. Nejire and Mirio both looked at each other and smiled before dogpiling on top of Tamaki, making him shriek.

“Tamaki has a date tomorrow! Tamaki has a date tomorrow!” Nejire shouted, making Tamaki go red and he tried to cover her mouth but she avoided his efforts.

“It's not a date, it’s just lunch!” Tamaki tried to get out, but they both ignored him and just shouted “Tamaki has a date” at the top of their lungs.

Remind me why I became friends with the two of them again?

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sweetestlamb · 4 years

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Lighting Up Your World Part 2

Episode 18

Author’s notes: THANK YOU!!!!! I’ll start there, thank you guys for your overwhelming support on part 1 that I posted yesterday. You guys make me feel like such a great writer, hearing that some of you cried because of something I wrote. incredible. This part is shorter because I was a bit strapped for time and I scrapped a vast amount the original version I had because I got new ideas and I just didn’t feel like the other version was enough or had the feeling I wanted. Anyway, I hope you guys still enjoy Part 2 aka Episode 18. Tell me your favorite line in the comments, I just think that would be cute hehe lol. *Plays “Lighting Up Your World” ♫ ♫

He remembers the exact moment that he purchased the ring, its sparkling brilliance from under the glass display, he imagined it sitting on her dainty fingers taking the place of her many other decorative rings. He imagined her face has he placed it on her finger. The store associate had wondered over to him with a knowing smile on his face, as if he knew that look very well, had seen it on the lovesick faces of countless men. After a few minutes of rapid questioning, he walked out with the precious stone in his possession, nerves shooting up and down his veins until he felt like a ball of anxiety. The ring heavy as lead in his pocket as he staggered home in a daze, in disbelief at what he'd done.

When he had come home to the castle, he could feel the ring burning a hole through the pocket of his jeans. His heart pattering away, erratic in his chest. He avoided eye contact with Mun-yeong as she greeted him at the door, candied smile welcoming home as she eagerly pulling him into the house demanding that he play with her.

She hadn’t been amused by his suggestion of cards.

Viciously pushing him in the wall and latching onto his neck like a leech. Hours later, he stumbled out of bed panting as he stealthily hid the box in the bottom of his drawer,covering it with mounds of clothes before tiptoeing into his bed alongside his brother dreaming of Mun-yeong in pristine white walking down an aisle that was laden with soft pink rose petals that matched the hue of her lips. He woke up saying "I do." Relieved that his brother was a relatively deep sleeper and hadn't heard his slip of tongue.

The sounds of nature, birds chirping and the wind rustling leaves pulled him from the sandman's hold, as he blinked awake, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes. Immediately he noticed the lack of pressure on his arm, too light without her head cushioned on his bicep as she used him as her personal pillow. He had long stopped trying to get her to use a pillow, she was adamant that his arms were a perfect substitute. A wave of pride blossomed in his chest every time she would stroke a finger across the bulging muscle, humming in approval, openly appreciating his body.

Stumbling to the bathroom he groggily brushes his teeth before hopping in the shower to wash off the sweat that lingered from being pressed against her flesh all night. After changing into his outfit, another t-shirt and jeans with sneakers, he’s a creature of habit. He walks out of the camping can eyes scouting for his missing girlfriend before finding her over the open grill, poking at the meat she's grilling, tongue poking out slightly as she impatiently waits for their tenderness.

What he doesn't expect to see is a little helper on her side, Min-jo, sits in the chair right next to her, eagerly watching the meat as it grills, babbling away at Mun-yeong, who for the most part looks content in the child's presence.

"How do I pick the people I put in my family?" Her innocent voice lifts with curiosity as she peers up at Mun-yeong, eyes shining brightly with young hope and naivete. "What age will I be ready to choose my family?"

With a sigh he watches Mun-yeong bring a slightly underdone piece of beef to her mouth, she's always too impatient to wait for food to reach its necessary temperature for consumption, higher internal heat his ass. The juices from the meat run down the side of her mouth, and he's left feeling like he's watching a lioness in the wild, lethal and it is majestic.

"Didn't I already tell you to stop following me? I don't have any answers for you." She dismissively responds, looking exasperated clearly this isn't her first time hearing and rebuking this question.

He coughs to announce his arrival, watching both their eyes snap up to settle on him, one pair with adoration the other disinterest then glee.

Min-jo greets him first, "Hi, Mr.Prince!" She waves enthusiastically at him, little hand looking like it could take flight at any moment, he blushes at his new moniker, glaring at Mun-yeong who smirks at the intended response.

"You don't need to call me that, remember I told you my name." He answers sheepishly rubbing his neck.

"But Ms. Witch told me that you and your brother, who is an illustrator saved her from her castle and then you lived happily ever after. I never knew that princes could save witches." She says the last sentence with pure wonder, sighing softly.

"Only if they're pretty princes just can't resist a pretty witch. They follow them wherever they go." Mun-yeong teasingly eyed him, images of young Gang-tae happily trailing after a dispassionate Mun-yeong playing out in both of their memories.

"Well I didn't exactly save her from the castle, I just lived there with her. Together, we made it happier. We became a family and a family has to live together, so they can lean on each other and not do pointless work." Mun-yeong scoffs at his reminder of Sang-tae's story, rolling her eyes affectionately at him.

"That sounds nice. And now you live on a house on wheels. I've never seen one before." She eyes the camping van, as he approaches them taking the last chair, on the left with Mun-yeong in the center.

"How long have you two been here?"

"This brat came here an hour ago, I keep telling her to go away but she won't listen. " She hands his a bowl of food and he notes with barely concealed amusement that a smaller bowl is aggressively placed in Min-jo's grasping hands.

"Thank you Miss Witch!" Min-jo chirps sweetly, scarfing down the food without another word.

Mun-yeong watches her before devouring her own food, her leg brushing against his when she sways into his body heat, a morning chill lingering in the air, as he glances at her and notices that she is wearing a short cotton romper, soft blue with white speckles splashed across the material. Drastic shift from yesterday's funeral best, he smiles at the implications. He wraps an arm around her shoulder drawing her into his heat, her hum of satisfaction rumbling through his body.

Min-jo's chopsticks clink on the bowl as she asks, "If you two share a brother, does that mean you are brother and sister?" His cheeks redden at the inquisitive child.

"No. He's my boyfriend, we share his brother."

"Oh." She easily accepts before adding to his embarrassment, "What do you do with a boyfriend?"

He whips his head to stare at Mun-yeong willing her not to ruin the innocence of a child, she looks back at him with a straight face before answering, "Well a lot of fun things. Sometimes we kiss, he likes that a lot and sometimes we even--"

"Yah!" He pinches her arm, hard.

She slaps him in retaliation, pouting as she soothes her pained skin, "I was going to say hug and hold hands. Why did you pinch me?"

He doesn't believe her for one second, her filter non-existent indiscriminate of the audience.

He glares at her until she resumes eating her food, ignoring the rest of Min-jo’s constant stream of questions. If she kept this up she could be an adept detective.

Entertaining a child has never been a task he's been troubled with before and he worries his lip as he looks at the little girl bouncing in her chair with unfiltered glee. They’d made the mistake of feeding her and now she had a boundless amount of energy, unable to keep still for even a moment.

"What should we do now Miss Witch?"

"I'm not here to entertain you. And he's my toy so you can't play with him." She juts her thumb in his direction, he admonishes at her statement arguing that he is not a toy. She nods unconvincingly as if his arguments are futile and she has already made up her mind.

"I'm bored." Min-jo continues, ignoring them.

"Then leave."

"But I don't want to." She whines.

"Then make your own fun."

Their bickering reminds him so much of Mun-yeong and Sang-tae tears prickle in his eyes as he decides to check on his brother. It's been two days since his abrupt departure, the longest they've been without each other. He softly announces that he'll her right back before disappearing into the van, their rising voices following him each step of the way.

I'm fine. I'm working and drawing. Stop worrying, have fun with Mun-yeong. Remember a kiss is better than a fight.

The highlights of his conversation with his older brother, who had answered on his third ring, rushing him off the phone because he was quote, "very booked and busy", he really needed to stop Mun-yeong from teaching his hyung her ridiculous slang. Especially phrases like that, that even he couldn't decipher. He had hummed along as if he wasn't completely lost before bidding Sang-tae goodbye.

He took a moment for himself before rejoining them outside, letting his brother's voice wash over him. He knew their relationship had a tinge of codependency but hadn't realized to what extent until their separation. This was good for them. Healthy. He knew that now.

It just hurt a little right now, but that was okay. Pain wasn't permanent.

The sounds of water splashing hit his ear drums as he jumps off the last step of the camping van, as if on autopilot he rushes to the lake, cold chill on his skin as he searches for Mun-yeong.

She stands on the bank of the lake. Safely out of reach, watching as Min-jo flaps her little arms wildly keeping herself afloat. She is helped by the presence of bright pink floaties on her arms, buoying her onto the surface of the wet escape.

"Can you come in the water Miss Witch?"

He watches Mun-yeong gaze at the water, fear bleeding into her irises before she blinks it away. Brief and clipped response, "No."

There is a pregnant pause, before the child continues, "Are witches afraid of water?"

Mun-yeong's eyes are cold as she looks at Min-jo, he watches the interaction enraptured in this achingly honest conversation encrypted in their own language.

"Yes."

He's releases a breath he didn't know he was hiding. Watching Min-jo nod at her response, "That's okay. Everyone is scared of something. I'm scared of being alone. But you said when I'm older I can find a family. Maybe one day you'll find a way to be in the water." She says it matter of fact, like she has no doubt that Mun-yeong will conquer this fear.

The sun is no longer as high in the sky and the skyline begins to swirl into hues of pink, orange and yellow. Like a mad painter dragged their unwashed paintbrush across the surface.

"I think it's time we took you back." His voice breaks their bubble as they turn to look at him. He smiles at them both, charmed by this little whirlwind who has bulldozed her way into Mun-yeong's path. Vaguely wondering what happens when a tornado and a hurricane meet?

They walk back to the diner, Min-jo in the center and the eyes that land on them make him wonder if they look like a family, Min-jo had reached out to grasp their hands but Mun-yeong had slapped it away complaining of her dirty lake hands. The girl had only laughed before happily holding his hand instead before Mun-yeong broke between them, reminding her that he was her toy much to this chagrin.

The same older woman who had prevented Min-jo from following them the previous day, hastily bursts through the door as they draw close enough to be seen, her frantic voice shrill in the air, "Where have you been? Why did you leave without telling me? Are you okay?!" She grabs Min-jo, raptly checking her body for injuries, touching the wet hair on her head before looking at them angrily.

"Who are you? And why are you with this child?"

Min-jo beats them to answer, "This is the pretty witch and her prince." She beams at the woman, who looks taken back at the response.

He bows low in apology before continuing the explanation, "I'm Moon Gang-tae and this is my girlfriend Ko Mun-yeong. She came to find us we wanted to make sure she made it back safely."

She stares at him, scrutinizing his answer but once she sees that the girl is not harmed she sighs before accept his apology, "Okay. Thank you, I'm sorry for any trouble she caused you." She respectfully bows in return.

"You must have been really worried about her."

She freezes at his statement, looking down at Min-jo before averting her eyes, "No. I wasn't. I.....was just bothered thinking about her."

He raises an eyebrow at the defensive deflection.

"That's the same thing." Mun-yeong quips sharply.

The woman's eyes narrow but there is no argument.

They all stand in silence, the wind howls around them, darkness beginning to fall as the sun drifts into the water.

It is time for them to go.

"Well this is goodbye, be well and stay safe." He bows once more, Mun-yeong waves once before turning away without another word to either. He shoots Min-jo an apologetic smile as her huge wet eyes follow Mun-yeong longingly.

Then she's ripping herself from the tight grip of the woman who cries at the action. She runs straight into Mun-yeong's back. Little feet thundering on the ground and she quickly closes the distance between them.

"Wait."

Mun-yeong halts her movement, still facing away.

"Can....I?.." She stutters around the words that jumble in her mouth, eyes staring a hole in Mun-yeong's back, she must be impervious to its heat. After a long drawn out pause she bravely finishes her question, "Can I be apart of your family?" The hope laced in her voice batters at his heart, she's just a child who wants to be loved. Crying out for it. Begging for it.

"No."

Her little head bows in defeat, nodding as if she understands, nobody wants her and she doesn't belong anywhere.

She starts to walk back to the woman, all the previous joy and wonder sucked from every cell of her body. Walking as if a marionette on a string, stilted.

"We're leaving. A family needs to stay together, to lean on each other." Mun-yeong's voice causes her to pause mid step, a twinge warmer than it was earlier. The first day of spring after winter's bitter cold. "You should find a family that worries about you and who needs someone to lean on too. A family that will never leave you."

He watches as those huge eyes slowly travel until they land on the lady. She runs back to her, body trembling as she looks at her like she's seeing her for the first time. Eyes now able to see what has always been right in front of her.

"Can we be a family?"

The woman gasps, turning her head away, eyes glistening. Min-jo reaches out and takes her hand, small palms appearing even tinier in the woman’s hold as she peers up hopeful once more.

He turns away before he can see the conclusion, walking away to fall into step with Mun-yeong, who turns to meet his gaze. He notices the tear streaks on her skin, fondly looking at her, falling ever more in love.

"How did it end?"

He shrugs, taking her hand, "I didn't stay. But I hope it's a happy ending."

"Me too." She squeezes his hand, tightly.

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She wordlessly goes into the camping van announcing that she wants to take a nap. He nods at her, pressing a kiss to her wet cheek before letting her go.

He opens the box of supplies he bought days ago, nerves all but obliterated, he's never been surer of anything in his life. He works diligently but quietly, eyes tracking the door of the camping van to ensure Mun-yeong doesn't suddenly appear before he's done. As he finishes his last touches, he climbs the stairs of the camping van. Eyes softening at the sight of his girlfriend laying on his bed roll, snuggling into his night shirt. He coos at the rare and precious sight, loathing the idea of waking her.

The choice is taken from him when her lashes flutter open and her unfocused eyes land on him, she jumps up nonchalantly hiding the shirt behind her. He pretends not to see it, pointedly looking away from her. Before he beckons her up.

"Come with me."

He offers his hand, sees her in all blue glowing in the sun as she waited for him.

Once again, she takes his hand. It's just as sweet as the first time. His heart is giddy with love.

He contemplates asking her to close her eyes but ultimately decided against it, he wants her to see and relish every moment.

Her small gasp as he pushes the door open makes his heart tremble and do a back-flip, bouncing all around the cavities of his chest. She looks around astonished at the scene, the faint twinkling of the fairy lights that adorn the camping van, blinking rhythmically, like stars that fell from the sky, the long winding path of rose petals that lead to a blanket that is topped with a bountiful basket and a bucket with wine.

"Wow."

She turns to look at him, eyes glossy and shining under the luminescence of the fairy lights. "What is this?"

He doesn't answer her question, actions have always spoken louder than words for him. He escorts her down the path of petals, softly crunching under their feet. Until they reach the blanket and he helps her sit before lowering himself next to her.

He opens the basket, removing all the food he purchased and hid away, small sandwiches and fresh fruits. He plucks a strawberry out before pressing it to her lips, "Open up." The dark desire that rolls through her eyes makes his body flush in return. She obeys silently, wrapping her lips around the soft flesh of the berry, biting down, relishing at the flavor before swallowing. She feeds him a slice of honey dew in return, fingers dragging across his lips bewitchingly.

They consume the rest of the food in silence, feeding themselves and each other in equal turns. Before he pours them both a bottle of the cheap wine he was able to purchase in a liquor store in the town. Her eyes never leave his face as she drinks the wine, captivated by his every move.

"Are you full?" He whispers not wanting to interrupt the calm that has settled like a warm blanket over them.

"Yes, I'm no longer hungry." Intentional pause, as her eyes lock on his lips. "For food."

Adjusting himself in his pants he ignores her tempting offer, for now. The main event is still around the corner and he needs all his wits for that.

Taking her hand in his large palms, he rubs his thumb along the soft skin, gazing into her eyes with his own laid open, wanting her to see everything he feels.

"Mun-yeong, I love you. I love who I am with you, who I've become with you, I want to be with you always."

She blinks at his words, words escape her as she stares at him. He doesn't give her a chance to flounder much more, pulling out what he had hidden in his pocket and placing it in her hand.

The button eyes of the nightmare doll, glow under the moonlight and she looks down at the thing she once dismissed as "ugly crap", now a prized possession.

"Mang-tae?..."

"I'm still a coward a little, he's going to help me tell you a message." He guides her eyes to the scroll sticking from the pouch, all too similar to her concealed message to him.

She slowly pulls the paper from the sack, hands trembling as she unfurls it and reads the message written. She's a fast reader, incredibly so, he knows that and the message is fairly short yet she stares at it for what feels like hours, maybe even years, time is relative in the moment.

She reads the message again and again and again and again and again.

Before she finally puts it down. Then the tears come, easily, flowing like a river, soaking the neck of her romper and she lets them fall, doesn't interrupt their journey, allows herself this brief moment of vulnerability.

She's never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

He tells her so, "You look so beautiful. I want to see this face until I die."

Without a word she places Mang-tae tenderly on the blanket, before crawling into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck and she answers his question with a kiss. Their lips crash together with enough force to knock him backwards, dragging her with him as they tumble on the blanket.

Her tongue prods at his mouth and he eagerly allows her entrance, moaning at the sweet flavor of strawberry that floods his taste buds, sucking her tongue into his mouth to get more. His hands rub at the exposed skin of her back, traveling down to squeeze her soft lush ass, bringing their pelvis in contact. She grinds down sensually on his erection, moaning at the hot sensation. He pulls the tie holding her romper together, pulling back from the kiss to strip her bare. She resembles a wood nymph naked underneath the smattering of stars in the inky sky, the forest rustles around them.

While he's lost in the glory of her body, she undresses him, pulling his shirt over his head and pressing hot open kisses against his stomach, before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them own with his boxers in one firm tug. Then she hungrily gazes at his body, hands massaging his thighs before she crawls back into his arms, their bodies slotting together like puzzle pieces.

Their tongues meet in a languid battle, bodies rolling against each other like waves, uncontrollably. He presses a curious finger at the folds hidden between her thighs and groans at the enticing wetness that surrounds the digit. Coating in her sweet juices. She shakes her head above him, lifting up to dislodge his finger. He looks at her in question.

"I'm too close. I can't take foreplay. Make love to me." She pleads, demands, begs. All of them, at once.

She steals his breath, just like she did his heart and his control. He wonders what he will have left after her? What will still be his when she takes it all? He would give anything to her.

He is incapable of denying her so with a gentle grip of her waist he moves her aligning their bodies before his cock brushes against her most intimate spot, with a fluid tilt of his hip he slides into her tight pussy, it feels like coming home.

He exalts at the sensation, letting it roll over him, basking in her constrictions around him as she wiggles in his arms before pulling his ear lobe into her wet mouth, "Please."

He thrusts into her, powerful but steady, drawing her close and forcing her to meet him. She begins to ride him, feet planted beside his hips as she rams herself down into his hard cock, the view is unbelievable her face twisted in euphoria under a million dazzling stars, he takes a snapshot in his mind.

Before she knocks all thoughts out of his head, plunge down harder and faster onto him, he grabs her waist desperately, needing to slow her down. But she fights his grip, pushing his hands beside his head and he could easily take control but as he watches her fall apart he realizes she needs this. Desperately. Everything tonight has been out of her control, she needed to gain some of it back. Needed to find her footing as he effortlessly swept her off her feet.

He lets her hold his hands down, giving no resistant, watching her fuck herself on him, entranced by the indecent sight of his dick disappearing in and reappearing out of her. In. Out. In. Out. InOut. InOut. She sets a punishing pace despite asking him to make love to her but he muses that their version of love hasn't always been gentle or tranquil, sometimes it was volatile even explosive so for them this is making love. It similar to everything else in their lives has layers, that they are continually peeling back to expose a new coat.

She starts to moan loudly, little ahs so sweet in the wind, twisting and undulating until every downward thrust bumps against her clit, she keens as she pants out his name, "Moon Gang-tae, Moon Gang-tae!"

He holds on for the ride, hips slamming violently into hers as she tightens around him, walls crushing him until finally she shakes in his arms, her body twitching almost out of his hold and he swiftly snatches her back, drilling into the tight wall of her pussy until he feels his pinnacle nearing, the blood in his head surges and he feel his length swell and explode as he tumbles over the edge, driving every last drop of him inside her until she's stuffed full.

She collapses onto him, knocking the wind from his lung. But he takes her weight, wrapping her in his arms.

"Yes." She breaths into his ears.

Sliding out of the tight glove of her pussy he rolls to the side, catching Mang-tae once more, her brows farrow again.

"You didn't let me finish." He gently chides. Taking her hand and bringing it the the pouch on the doll's back once more, he sees the shock that washes over her features, eyes large in wonder as she pulls out the object hidden inside.

A sparkling gold ring, a modest princess cut diamond sits proudly on top, as beautiful as its new owner.

"Are you serious?" Her voice trembles, the tears coming again.

"Yes. But right now it's just a promise ring, a promise that one day I'll be a man who's worthy of being your husband. I wanted to give it to you now so you know that I'm yours and I want you to be mine in very sense of the word. What do you say?"

Her face crinkles into a smile, "You promised not to make me cry again. You already broke that promise tonight. You better not break this one."

He chuckles, "Those are happy tears that doesn't count. And you didn't answer my question." He needs to hear her answer.

She looks at him from under her lashes, naked and beautiful under the inky black night sky, lips blessing him with her response, "Sure. Why not?"

He smiles at the nonchalant answer as she weeps, before taking the ring from her hand, gently pressing the ring onto her finger, it looks like it belongs, perfect fit.

She tackles him onto the blanket, showering his face with kisses as he laughs loudly, freely. Living out his wildest dream with girl that he liked who become the woman that he loves.

The message on the scroll crushed between their weight. But the words are unaffected.

Marry me, someday?

They were in no rush they had a lifetime ahead of them.

Maybe even another after that, if they were reincarnated and destiny brought them together again.

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She drives them to their new location, he doesn't comment on her driving past the diner or looking through the glass to see Min-jo happily talking to the woman, their hands wrapped around each other as she pulls the lady behind her, excitedly jabbering. Neither of them say anything but she smiles the whole drive after, humming along to BLACKPINK on the radio.

♫ ♫ Dududududu ♫ ♫

He still doesn't comment when they end up at another site with a lake and mountains in the background.

After using the bathroom when he comes out of her van he finds her standing on the bank of the river. Feet barely grazing the water.

Wrapped around her arms are the bright pink floaties he saw on Min-jo's arms.

His breath hitches as she looks back at him, defiant smile on her face. Her ring shining from its permanent spot on her finger.

She takes a step towards the water.

#its okay to not be okay fic #its okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #moon gang tae #ko mun yeong #emotional fic #I really felt things writing this #hope you enjoy part 2 #episode 18 #tell me your favorite line

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themadauthorshatter · 3 years

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Like I said, this is a future/sequel post to that one Karate Kid-The Outsiders AU.

And this one took a very, VERY long time.

This is after Johnny's walk with Miyagi, where he asks Darry's help for Miyagi.

He agrees and goes over to Miyagi's house, even though Miyagi ignored him when he asked for help.

All the same, Darry starts working on Miyagi's roof, but the old man starts talking to him:

"You know Johnny-san?"

"Yeah. He's a friend of mine."

"He know your brothers."

"Well, yeah. We're a gang. We have to know each other. We're kind of all we got."

Miyagi hums in contemplation as he tries to catch a fly with chopsticks.

Darry keeps working on the roof, but does take notice.

"Johnny did that the other day. Did you teach him that too?"

Miyagi remains silent as Darry continues to work.

Neither talk until some Socs drive by and throw slurs at Miyagi and Darry, calling Darry "white trash" and "scum."

Although Darry ignores it, Miyagi still checks on him.

"You don't hear?"

"I'm not really afraid of them. We just need to be careful of when they're mouths stop going and the blades come out."

Miyagi hums at this as Darry climbs down to grab more roof tiles.

"You hate?"

Darry pauses from climbing on the ladder to look at Miyagi.

"What?"

"Them. You hate them?"

Darry looks at his hands, but remains silent, only shaking his head. "No. Not really, at least."

Miyagi hums and nods. "Good."

Just as Darry reaches the roof, Miyagi asks another interesting question:

"Your brother? Little one? Friend of Johnny-San?"

"Yeah? What about him?"

"He like you."

Darry gives Miyagi a very incredulous look because he and Ponyboy are practically night and day; Darry was a football player and Ponyboy is a track runner. If the gang had video game stats, Darry would be a strength based character while Pony would be a speed based character. Darry doesn't read that much, but it's rare to see Pony without a book in his hands. Darry is a beef-cake beanpole and Ponyboy is a pipsqueak.

Darry doesn't spell all of this out, but he simply says he doesn't get it.

Miyagi, now that he thinks about it, gets really confused about something. "Why you work? Work is for the Father, not child."

Darry deflates and climbs back down to sit on the bottom rung. "Yeah, they're... they're gone. Car crash. It's just me and my brothers now. And the gang, I guess. I mean, they're about as close as we can have to a family, but... I just..."

In Darry's silence, Miyagi puts together what he's trying to say, both with and without words.

"You miss them?"

Darry nods.

"That why you work?"

Darry nods again, hands shaking. "Soda and me... We're all Pony has. They're all I have. Sure we're in a gang, but we're staying out of trouble as much as we can. We can't get in any trouble with the cops. I can manage just fine, but they'll... they'll go to a boys home."

Darry trembles, but Miyagi puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Little one. Pony the Boy. He love parents. He love you."

Darry fights a head shake as he chuckles. "All we do is fight. Barely see eye to eye most of the time."

"Try. Then try harder. He your brother. He need you. You need him."

Darry takes these words to heart when he gets home and finds Ponyboy asleep on the kitchen table, surrounded by homework and some books. I should mention that homework is complete and he's working on an art project, a protrait of Darry with a smile on his face. He sees the lines from where Pony messed up drawing said smile in order to get it right.

With a small smile, Darry carries Ponyboy to bed, resting him next Sodapop, who's awake enough to joke that they should put an ice cube in the back of his shirt.

Darry shakes his head.

The next day, even though they have a disagreement, a misunderstanding about what their parents would want or Pony being out late because it's dark and he's tired, and Darry, rather than let his fear and panic get the better of him, takes a figurative and literal step back, sitting in the armchair.

Ponyboy, confused and on edge because this is usually when they start yelling, also sits down, on the floor, though so they're facing each other.

Darry explains he understands that it was an accident, all the same he wishes that Pony was just a little more careful. Like Soda said, they're all they've got, blood-wise, and Darry doesn't want to lose anymore of his family.

Ponyboy nods, saying he'll try to be more careful, especially with the time. He also hopes that Darry gets that he never means for things like arriving home late to happen. Socs are notorious for crossing into Greaser territory, and while he says he'll be careful on the streets and outside, he admits he can't really help it if a mustang of Socs drive by and call him garbage.

Plus, he never reacts anyway. He's got brains, but he's admittedly at a loss of words, if/when they jump him.

Darry chuckles at that before getting up and crouching in front of Ponyboy, pulling him into a slightly awkward hug.

He tells him he worries about Pony because he's the baby of the family. He knows Pony can hold his own, but he's still the youngest. He's fast, but a mustang's faster. He's smart, but words are useless against a group of Socs with blades.

In the house and in the gang, Pony's the baby and he's off limits to getting punched or beaten, especially in practice Rumbles.

On the streets, however, he's just a kid. The Socs don't see him the way the gang does. To them, he's just a Greaser, someone they can pick on, all the easier because he's small. He wants Ponyboy to be safe, and the only way that can possibly happen is if he listens and does what he's told. It can get annoying and ot might rub him wrong, but it's because Darry loves him and wants to keep him safe, regardless of how well he can manage himself.

Ponyboy hugs him back, saying he isn't exactly Sodapop, he will slip up and things will happen because it's his bad, but he will try to be more careful. Goodness knows he's already made Darry grow enough grey hairs.

They continue to hug and say they love each other, even though their pains in each other's asses sometimes.

Since the weekend's coming up, and he's a teenager and not in trouble or getting yelled at, Ponyboy asks if he can see a movie with Johnny. He promises he won't stay out late, and will be back before curfew.

Darry snickers and says for Ponyboy's next birthday, instead of a book, he's getting Pony a damn watch. He then stands up and helps up Ponyboy, saying he can go, but all his work has to be done.

And to capture his cheeks next time Pony draws him.

They have a small mini session and share a side hug before Ponyboy goes off to his room to finish up his work.

They start getting along easier after this moment😁

#the outsiders #karate kid au #darry curtis #darrel curtis #ponyboy curtis #feels #emotions #i hate arguing #brotherly bonding is more important than karate

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jafndaegur · 4 years

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Noise of Rain | Chapter Five

These are Two Different Worlds, She Walks the Borderline—

Sesskag

a/n: we're coming to the close of the first half! Yay! I think this will probably have about five or so more chapters. Thanks for reading this guilty indulgence of mine~

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Sesshomaru had taken Rin to a village about a day's worth of travel from the Burial Mounds. They had happened to be in the area, and while his ward went to shop for her supplies, he thought about their next step of travel. Particularly because a bothersome idea had crept into his mind ever since they arrived.

He wanted to go visit the miko in the mountains.

Since the last time he had checked-in on her, he'd noticed they were still struggling to put together their little crop fields. Humans, so fragile and needy that if they could not somehow pertain the correct soil for their crops, they would die. Hah.

So he'd provided lotus pods out of his magnanimous generosity… he was starting to sound too much like Jaken.

Maybe he should leave the little imp behind for a while, refresh his mind and ears from the presence of the squawky toad.

Going to the miko's would generate that reprieve—

Before he indulged the thought any further, he squashed it with the sharp pinprick of his claws against his palm.

Since her sudden change, something drew Sesshomaru to her. Curiosity is what he would like to name it, a strange girl with the power to suddenly obliterate the most dangerous hanyou this world had seen; obviously despite his anger that he wasn't the one to kill Naraku, her actions had caught his eye. Perhaps it was the sheer brutality of her powers, a miko easily and without pause tearing apart a living creature. While he enjoyed the sight with a great deal of satisfaction, that was uncharacteristic for the young miko. The daiyoukai huffed, if he didn't know any better, the resentful energy that the miko claimed to use was drastically changing her temperament.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. The girl should feel so lucky that he graced her with the constant barrage of thought. Under normal circumstances he would have never cared. Which ultimately brought him full circle again to the main question at hand.

Why did he care, now?

"Lord Sesshomaru!"

Rin's voice cut through the air as if she were standing right next to him. She knew better than to call him when in a town unless it was something important. He sped through the street, chasing the child's delicate scent like a marked path. Damn the humans staring at him, he didn't care. If someone had dared to cause a single scratch upon Rin's flesh. Well.

It'd been a long while since he'd razed a village to cinders.

Sesshomaru halted immediately though.

Rin walked ahead with a skip, her arms full of gauze, salve, and food. She didn’t look for him however, she looked to the side—where a figure accompanied her. Not just any figure, the miko.

He took in the sight of her, his eyes narrowing. Her hair was shaggy and unkempt. Her clothes too big and overly wrinkled, they hung off her body with an almost scandalous air to them and he wondered if she knew how to actually properly tie her yukata. It was her eyes though, that dawned the answer to his question.

Because a small smile worked its way on her face as she talked with Rin before eyeing her attention to him. And it was those blue wonders that had been so alive and vibrant before that were now dull and tired, hollowed by sleep circles and darkened bags.

The miko who'd had twice as much liveliness as Rin, the miko who stared everything down with joy and easy-going laughter, was now a husk of a human. And that bothered him.

Because there was no explanation for her change.

"Sesshomaru!" She waved with the hand holding her fife, and he had the sudden urge to grab it and chuck it into the heavens.

"Lord Sesshomaru! You came!" Rin pranced up to him with a proud grin. "Lady Kagome mentioned how nice it would be to see you."

"Rin." He narrowed his glance. "This one is not here for your beck and call."

"I know!" She chirped eagerly.

"I wasn't sure when the next time I could see you would be. It's already been quite some time." Kagome admitted with a sheepish look. "And Rin assured me you were nearby."

Sesshomaru hummed.

"Would you like something to eat?" She continued hurriedly, squeezing Rin's hand gently before pulling away from the child. "My treat."

He wondered if she should really be making such an offer. Still the youkai inclined his head.

His ward cheered and the miko seemed to relax. They wandered down a small path in the town that led to a patio restaurant. Fried fish and pork could be seen on the grills, and the smell of rice and soup filled the air. It was homely.

"Tea, sweet soup for the girl, and two spicy plates!" Kagome ordered before ushering them to a table at the corner.

It was obvious the other diners were wary of the little group. The rumored Edo Matriarch and a daiyoukai certainly did not make for pleasant clientele. And yet Kagome seemed to brush aside the tense atmosphere for chatter. This was the first time in a long time that Sesshomaru had heard her so carefree and well...like her old self. He indulged her.

Their food was brought out quickly, a small bowl of soup and sweet smelling fruit was handed to Rin. Two bowls of rice topped with red-sauced beef were placed in front of him and the miko. She looked ecstatic.

"Things are slow going in the Burial Mounds but what can I say. That place is pretty inhospitable. It's taken a lot of energy to set up our living there, but it's coming along."

The demon lazily ran his fingers through his hair before giving his tea a delicate sip. "This one has noticed depleted demonic presences in this area. Would that be your doing, miko?"

She hid her giggle behind the back of her hand. "I have created a new tool to draw in and horde resentful energy. Without any malicious or evil just floating around willy-nilly, there's no place for lesser youkai to feed on that negative aura."

He felt a nerve twitch. Could she really do such feats without corruption? There were reasons why meager demons fed on prevalent evil atmospheres.

"Don’t look so concerned," Kagome's smile thinned and she went to absentmindedly twirl her fife. "I've got it under control."

He wondered.

She picked up her chopsticks, laughing when Rin eagerly thanked her for the soup, and started to eat the food with gusto. Sesshomaru felt a small twinge in his chest. Maybe he pondered ceaselessly over nothing.

He would have thought that if it weren't for the sharp blast of yellow light that flashed from the folds of the miko's robes.

She hissed and withdrew one of her yellow talismans. The red writing glittered before the paper combusted. a curse flew past her lips and she stood immediately from the table.

"Sorry Sesshomaru, this is an emergency." She bolted then, haori fluttering as she fled from the patio.

The daiyoukai pinched the bridge of his nose, gaze sliding to Rin. "Do you have any money left over?"

"Rin saved a few silver pieces," her little mouth twisted with concern. "Is everything okay my lord?"

He rose as well. "Pay for the meal, find Jaken. I will return later."

She nodded. "Be safe Lord Sesshomaru."

The wind seemed to bend around him as he sped after Kagome, ignoring her startled yelp as he wrapped his arm around her waist and sent them flying for the Burial Mounds. Her hair whipped around like tendrils of ink.

"Miroku is waiting outside of the cave at the center." She urged him. "You'll have to wait there if you want to stick around. There's going to be a massive lash of resentful energy and I cannot handle you transforming into your true form."

"Doubt in my self control is not a good look for you," he growled.

"Nonetheless," she muttered. "Two out of control powerhouses may be beyond my reach if that were to happen."

He wanted to ask what she meant. But the monk came into view and they touched down before he had the chance. Miroku rushed to them. Roaring could be heard from the cave along with the frantic shouting of the demon slayer.

Kagome shot a panicked look to the man before running inside the cave. Sesshomaru followed her without question or care to the monk's protest.

She had been right.

The amount of evil aura permeated the small space like a fog, and it weighed heavily on his baser instincts. He clutched Tenseiga, allowing the serene energy to calm his raging inner-self.

Kohaku fought his sister in a fit of rabid rage. His eyes completely rolled back and white, and hair strewn from his usual ponytail. Unlike pass times as Naraku's puppet, he had an unnatural and unrestrained power about him that thrummed like a barrier. Sesshomaru snarled.

Kagome's music filtered through the air and the dark energy flooded towards her, which she accepted with open meridians. Kohaku's fury diverted to her and he rushed her without mercy. Sesshomaru’s temper snapped and he'd enough. He lunged forward, claws intent on putting the whelp in its place.

The music stopped. "Don't hurt him Sesshomaru, he doesn't kno—"

That hesitation. One moment. And the mindless boy rushed past the dog demon and attack Kagome front on.

To her credit, she defended well. Her fife parried his first punch, body whipping around as she stoutly kicked him in the chest. He recovered quickly and barreled straight into her, head and shoulder pushing into her torso. Slamming her straight into the wall. The miko gasped out, blood flying from her mouth as she fell to the ground with a stagger. Sesshomaru yanked the boy back and sent him spiraling across the cave. He helped the miko up, eyes widening as the light in the cave flickered.

Her eyes bled red and her balance wobbled. The resentful energy seaped into her body in torrents and in that instant Sesshomaru realized that there was nothing he could do to stop the stream.

Kagome reached into her robe and drew forth a dark grey amulet in the shape of a phoenix. The energies spiraled into it. Her eyes flashed bright crimson, and the daiyoukai loathed to admit that his control waivered. But Kohaku fell to the ground, immobile and screaming. Kagome threw the amulet into the air and caught it with a chant. The dark energy stopped its movement and it became stagnant again. Sango ran to her brother's side, cradling him close while sobbing his name.

Kagome sagged.

"I thought," Sesshomaru grit his teeth. "You said everything was taken care of."

The miko looked at him with a bloodied and tired smile. "I've lied to you before, haven't I?"

"You will stop immediately." He growled.

She hid the phoenix amulet back in her robes, and leaned against his side. He had the strongest urge to push her off and storm away. And yet even now, he found himself gravitating to her side.

#sesskag #sesshomaru x kagome #sesshomaru #kagome higurashi #au: mo dao zu shi #inuyasha #song of the chapter is grenzlinie sung by cyua

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years

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Deobi Playlist (EP 9) | The Boyz Imagine

Ep 9: in which Mae and Kevin try it out and Hyunjae feels ‘something’.

The Boyz x Hospital Playlist inspired drabble series.

Main characters: Kevin, Juyeon, Hyunjae and OC (Mae)

Sides: the rest of The Boyz

Genre: fluff, slice of life, BROMANCE BRUH

EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 | EP 4 | EP 5 | EP 6 | EP 7 | EP 8 | EP 9 | EP 10 | EP 11

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The first thing that Mae spots the moment the door to her office slides open is Kevin's slim frame leaning against the corridor wall.

She instantly pinks, clearing her throat and biting down to chew on her lower lip so as to stop herself from combusting into a fireball right then and there.

"Hey," she smoothes a self-conscious hand down the side of her head, "what's up?"

It takes everything in her not to turn around and run away as fast as she possibly can when Kevin slowly straightens from his slouch, "nothing. Just thought I'd drop by."

"Ah," she murmurs, "right."

Silence.

She can't meet his eyes. The awkwardness stuffs up her throat and she swallows it back down in an attempt to keep her head afloat.

"Listen I--"

"So you--"

Their voices tangle into each other as they share a panicked glance. Great, she thinks sourly to herself, as if this can't get even more awkward than it already is.

Kevin lets out a short chuckle, "this is awkward."

"No shit."

Despite the nervous knots twisting inside her stomach, Mae can't help but notice how cute it is to see Kevin so flustered because of her. That's definitely not something that would've happened before.

Or if it did, she wouldn't have noticed.

"Listen Mae," he starts off slowly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck while he clears his throat, "I really don't know a whole lot about that dating stuff. All I know is that I--I like you, way more than I've ever liked anyone else before. So, uhm--yeah."

He pauses, but her silence keeps him going.

"I mean, would you want to--would you mind if we could--" he exhales shakily then, briefly squeezing his eyes shut before meeting hers, "are you doing anything right now?"

"Nope," she replies a little too quickly and her cheeks flush a deep red at her eagerness, "I don't mind--sure, that works."

“Okay,” a small smile curves up the corner of his lips. It’s soft and slow, but it’s there and it makes her heart flutter, “I know a place.”

Turns out that the place in question is none other than the small snack shop which took up most of their fond memories of growing up through high school and college, a place that was not only special to the pair but to their whole group of friends in general. Maybe it had been intentional on Kevin’s part so that Mae wouldn’t feel as awkward about the fact there is definitely something in the air between them, that bringing her to a familiar spot that feels like her second home would make her more at ease. In any case, Mae is more than happy to settle into her usual stool by the window with Kevin opposite her, two vacant seats at their table where Juyeon and Hyunjae would usually join. Even back then, Mae still remembers crawling to this place with Kevin in tow because of her sudden nightly cravings. They’d usually share a plate of noodles and would compete for the biggest beef slice through a competition of rock paper scissors.

“The usual?” Kevin’s voice brings her out of her small inner monologue. She nods and busies herself with taking out the utensils from the metal can placed in the middle of the table while the young man proceeds to the counter.

The more they chat about the most trivial things happening at work, the more comfortable Mae feels in her own skin. From shy, side-eyed glances to full on laughing about their past memories filled of drunken nights and turning up late for classes. Kevin tells her about that one time Hyunjae stumbled into pratical chemistry with only his underpants while Mae recounts the story of Juyeon’s little ‘trip’ with the joint that one of their seniors had given them as a gift. Soon enough, the chatter eases off the tension and Mae almost forgets that they are on a date, until Kevin suddenly asks:

“Since when?”

Her forkful of noodles freezes halfway to her mouth, “Since when what?” she asks, blinking.

“Since when have you felt this way?” Kevin doesn’t look at her, focusing on grabbing a piece of beef and stuffing it in his mouth.

The nervousness shoots back up as though it’s never left, but Mae inhales softly, mentally steeling herself for the awkwardness that might follow. It’s okay, she thinks, it’s normal to feel awkward. It’s all new and foreign. And Kevin had been just a friend...until now.

“Uhm...I guess it was--well, I guess it was when you--when you started dating.”

“More specifically?”

She coughs slightly, “Jina.”

“What? All this time?! That was like--five years ago!”

“Yeah well,” Mae’s cheeks are practically on fire at this point, “you know what they say, that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. I think that’s what happened. With you.”

“And here I thought I was the one who’s been crushing on you forever.”

“It’s not a competition.”

“Oh I know,” he grins, “I suddenly feel a lot better about myself right now though.”

Mae chucks a napkin at his face with a scowl, “please don’t. It’s not like you were at the forefront of my mind all the time.”

“You’re right. But you still liked me first.”

“So?”

“So,” Kevin has a shit-eating grin on his face, so wide that Mae has the sudden urge to smack it off. He looks so smug at this particular moment that all nervous butterflies initially roaming through her chest suddenly fall flat, “you want to know when I started liking you?”

“Do I want to know?”

“Of course you do. It’s an important, eye-opening moment that has led to this,” he gestured between them with his chopsticks as Mae does her best to hide the growing smile that mirrors his expression.

“Okay,” she leans forward, “go on.”

“For starters, you were never really my type to begin with--OUCH!” he yelps in mid-explanation when Mae’s hand shoots out to slap his shoulder. He rubs his shoulder while throwing her a puppy-eyed expression, “I’m just telling the truth, woman!”

“That’s not really the right way to showcase your love now, is it?”

“You didn’t even let me finish. I was going to say that the more we spent time together, you kinda grew on me, and--and that I just really appreciated you helping me out through those late nights.”

“You mean, when we worked our butts off to get decent B grades?”

“When I worked my butt off to get a decent B grade. You were fine. You didn’t need to spend as much time as I did. You understood things quickly. Yet, you stayed and helped me.”

Mae shrugs then, “isn’t that normal?”

“It’s not only that though,” Kevin continues, voice softening as he allows the memories to flow through him, “it’s all the little things you did, for all of us. Like how you brought Juyeon’s lunch for a whole semester straight because he didn’t have time to cook. Or how you left your notes for Hyunjae when we had the same test the next day, because you knew he needed it the most. Or how you’d always bring over congee -- fair enough it wasn’t the best made congee-- whenever one of us fell sick.”

“That’s just what friends do,” Mae is quick to protest as her neck prickles with embarrassment, “I don’t think--”

“That’s exactly why I like you so much,” he blurts out.

Heart skipping inside her chest, Mae bites the inside of her cheek as she dips her head down so as to avoid his gaze. She isn’t used to all this attention about how she does things, about her behaviour and her actions, but somehow Kevin pointing them all out as though it’s something as rare as a special jewel causes her chest to tighten with part embarrassment and part affection for the said man.

Hearing someone appreciate all the little things she does, as small as they were, makes her glow with happiness.

“You--I--You’re not--” she fumbles over her words like a child walking for the first time, “You’re not very smooth.”

“Oh I know,” Kevin replies with a teasing glint in his eyes, “you want smooth? Hyunjae is smooth.”

“What happened to you being so embarrassed about your crush that you had to hide?” Mae shoots back in hopes that this will make him falter.

“Yeah I guess I was embarrassed,” placing his elbow on the table and allowing his head to rest onto his palm, he says, “and teasing you just makes it fun.”

“Oh shut up, Kevin.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I said shut up.”

Her face flames when he reaches out and pinches her cheek without warning, “you’re so cute.”

“S-Stop it!”

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Bam! WHOOSH! KAPOW!

Hyunjae’s fingers move at lightning speed over his keyboard as he tackles monster after monster appearing before him in the arena. Eyes flitting back and forth and working with a coordination that only experienced gamers would have, he doesn’t even flinch upon feeling the familiar buzz of his phone chiming from his pants’ pocket.

He tries to ignore it at first, knowing that he’s off for the night shift. That leaves his friends or his mother, and that definitely can wait after the game.

But the buzzing is insistent and with a strained sight, the GP pauses his game before fishing the device out of his pocket only to notice the name blinking on his phone screen.

Sarang.

He debates for a few seconds. Should he call her back? Should he just take it? But he’s really not up for socializing at this time of night. It’s late, and he doesn’t feel like communicating with humans much.

But then, something -- guilt maybe -- wriggles at the back of his mind. He sighs once more, before accepting the call and pressing it to his ear.

“Yes?” he leans back in his chair, legs extended before him.

“Hyunjae,” Sarang’s voice echoes at the other end of the line, “What’s up?”

Hyunjae spares a glance at the computer screen, “nothing. Why?”

Lies, his mind nudges him. He ignores it.

“You at the hospital right now?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I have tteokbokki for you.”

He straightens up instantly, “you’re joking!”

“Nuhuh. Come on out.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He practically bolts out of his office, down the corridor and out of the main doors before his eyes settle upon the figure waiting at the front of the entrance, decked in yoga pants and a sports jacket that gives the illusion that Sarang has just gotten out of a tough workout at the gym.

She spots him almost instantly, before waving. He jogs over until he’s just a few meters away, “what brings you to this side of the neighbourhood?” he asks, nose already twitching at the scent of fresh tteokbokki seeping from the plastic bag in her hands.

Sarang offers the bag out to him, “I was trying out a new gym in the same area. So I decided to drop by, see how you were doing.”

“Aw you’re so sweet. Careful or your mother might really think you’re into me.”

“What if I am?”

He blinks, “what?”

Sarang bursts into laughter, “joking, Hyunjae. Relax.”

“What’s so bad about me?” the said man huffs, slightly offended that she’d diss him so casually when he prides himself in being quite a catch, if he can say so himself.

Catching the soft smile playing at the corner of her lips, he can’t help but mirror her expression, “nothing bad,” she says, “let’s just say that I crossed you out the moment my mother told me that you were going to be my blind date.”

“Trust me honey, that’s exactly what I did.”

“I’m not offended. Why are you?”

“Do you know how many women want this?” Hyunjae wildly gestures towards his body in a mocking manner, “they’re head over heels for me!”

“Sure, sure,” she shakes her head with a short chuckle, “do you work late tonight?”

“Nah. I have a night off.”

“Cool. Want to share the tteokbokki with me then?”

“Like--right now?”

“Why? Are you doing anything important?”

Hyunjae’s mind flits back to his game for a moment, still unsaved. But he guesses that it can wait, considering that Sarang has come all this way just to deliver this dish. And it would be rude not to share it with her, right? That’s only what he’s doing, he’s only being polite.

Though his heart tugs slightly at the thought that maybe he genuinely enjoys spending time with her. He brushes it off. Not the time, Hyunjae.

“Nope,” his mouth shoots off a response before his brain can actually process it, “wanna go eat it at the park?”

Sarang grins, “sure.”

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fraink5-writes · 3 years

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From Darkness Into the Lantern Light - Chapter 6

We’ve reached the halfway point, and things can only get more exciting from here! Stay tuned!

Big thanks to @leio13 for editing!

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a cold-hearted queen. Although the Tsaritsa, as she was called, possessed her own divinity, she coveted the powers of the other Archons. Aiming to steal the Geo Archon’s gnosis, she sent her strongest warriors to Liyue Harbor. But just when Rex Lapis was almost defeated, he escaped to another vessel, that of a powerless baby, and was swept away to a hidden tower for his protection.

Many years after the great fight, the young and ambitious Harbinger, Childe, arrives in Liyue to grant the Tsaritsa’s desire, but, on his search for the Geo Archon’s gnosis, he ends up tangled in a mysterious man’s dreams to see Liyue Harbor’s Lantern Rite.

This chapter can also be found on Ao3 here. Without further ado, please enjoy!

When Childe opened his eyes, the sun was shyly peeking through the wooden planks. Judging by the golden hues of light puddling on the ground, the sun must have risen just shortly before. Although he prided himself with being able to sleep almost anywhere, Childe was still surprised by how rested he felt after sleeping on solid dirt. He brushed the dirt off his clothes and quickly ran his comb through his hair. It was still early, so there was no reason to wake up… Zhongli...

Zhongli was missing. In the dirt next to Childe, there was a light, human-sized indent where Zhongli must have slept, but he was gone.

Childe darted out of the building. At the base of the stone steps, there was a human figure. “Zhong—” No, it was one of the men from the crew. Drake, if Childe remembered correctly. “Hey, have you seen Zhongli?”

“Zhongli? Oh yeah, he left not long ago. Said he was going down to the water.”

“The water?”

“Yeah, see that roof over there by the cliff? If you follow this path in the direction of that building then continue going down hill, you should run into a little pond and your friend, probably.”

“Thanks,” Childe replied hastily.

“If you guys need anything before leaving the area, let us know.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Childe took off. He wasn’t sure why he was so worried. The Crux Fleet had taken care of any monsters in the area. Besides, Zhongli was strong enough to fend for himself. The scariest part was Zhongli leaving.

Childe slowed when he reached the pond in question. Underneath the tiered expanse of rock, the crystalline water glistened. Its teal waves guarded a treasure-trove of old mining equipment. On the shore, with the sunlight illuminating his bare back, strumming his hands through his long hair with a comb, Zhongli sat.

Childe recalled the stories from his youth: the seductive mermaid on the rocks by the sea. Any adventurer, lucky or unlucky, would be lured in by her ethereal beauty as she combs her hair.

Childe, eyes fixated on Zhongli, inched silently down the remaining path. His breath and heartbeat had nearly vanished, lest they disturb the scene.

Distracted by the picture in his mind, Childe tripped over a rock right by the water’s edge. He scrambled to right himself and Zhongli’s shirt, coat and tie which he had apparently knocked over.

“Oh—good morning.” Zhongli stopped mid-brush and looked up at Childe.

“You’re up early.” Childe tried to direct the focus away from his awkward arrival. “Did you sleep well?”

“I would have preferred my bed, but it was fine. I didn’t want to keep you waiting, so I woke up early and came down here.”

“You’re washing your hair?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, it takes a long time.” Zhongli patted his hair down. “If you want to leave soon, don’t let me keep you. We can go.”

“No, it’s fine. Do you want my help?” Childe hadn't brushed another person's hair in a long time, yet he blurted that out like an old habit. Of course Zhongli, who was especially paranoid about his hair, would turn down his offer.

"I wouldn't mind, but how could you help?"

Childe’s embarrassment transformed into a smirk. “I wouldn’t be much of an adventurer without one of these.” He plucked his comb from his pocket and twirled it in his fingers.

“Alright, then if you wouldn’t mind helping. The ends are more difficult, so start on the other end.”

“You got it.” Childe sat behind Zhongli then scooted up close. He grabbed a few strands of hair from the side of Zhongli’s face and tucked them behind his ears. Even after the previous night’s dirt bed, his hair was remarkably silky. “Do you brush all this hair by yourself every day?”

“Usually, yes. However, sometimes my mother helps.”

“Your mother?”

“Mmm.”

Childe took Zhongli’s answer for what it was: an end of the discussion. For whatever reason, the topic of Zhongli’s mother was off-limits, so Childe wouldn’t ask any further.

Running his comb through Zhongli's long hair, Childe was warm with nostalgia and intimacy. In the silence, there were no secrets and no lies, just the two of them. He could feel each gentle nod of Zhongli’s head under the light movement of his fingers. With each breath, Zhongli's shoulder blades rose and fell steadily, and the tension in Childe's body ebbed to a similar, peaceful rhythm.

While mindlessly combing, Childe's gaze drifted from his own work to Zhongli's brush. How effortlessly it glided through his hair, like a breeze over a field of flowers; it was impossible to imagine that it was the same hair that had been slept on, dragged through the mud and yanked by a hilichurl.

On his cushion of sand, Zhongli looked right at home, like a boulder, embraced by wind and kissed by the waves. The sun's rays caressed his golden skin. How could it be that such a man, beloved by nature, spent his entire life in a tiny tower?

Eventually, Zhongli's fast-working hands caught up to Childe's amongst the hair. He smoothed his hair over before tying it up at the base of his head. Then he clipped it in place with an orange diamond. After running his fingers through his bangs a few extra times, Zhongli turned around, staring Childe straight in the eyes. "I don't have a mirror—does it look all right?"

Being so close to Zhongli, Childe's brain was scrambled as his eyes darted all over. But at least, the answer was obvious. "Yeah, you look great."

Zhongli's lips unfurled into a small smile. "Thank you for your help."

"No problem—" Childe cleared his throat. "We should get going soon, but first we can grab something to eat from the tavern."

Zhongli nodded.

Childe glanced in a panic at the water as Zhongli buttoned up his shirt and coat.

"I'm ready. Shall we go?" Zhongli's voice signalled Childe away from his pond.

"You first." Childe scooped up Zhongli's hair. "We wouldn't want this getting dirty again, would we?"

***

A pool of morning light cast upon the wooden table where Zhongli sat, creating the illusion of peace in the rowdy tavern. Childe, resting his chin on his hands, wore a calm smile. Zhongli embraced the superficial serenity as he sipped his tea.

“Here you go, boys: Captain Beidou’s specialty!” Yinxing placed two large plates on the table. Each dish was stacked with stir-fried beef and vegetables.

Zhongli thanked the acting waitress, who left for a different table.

“Let’s dig in!” Childe chimed.

From the savory morsels of beef to the neatly cut onion wheel and pepper anchor, the dish seemed more appropriate for a restaurant than a fleet’s seasonal tavern gig. Although he wanted to savor each bite, Zhongli had already cleared half of his plate before he knew it. On the contrary, despite his eager attitude, Childe had hardly made a dent in his food. He hesitantly brought the food to his lips, and every other bite would fall sadly back on his plate.

“Is something wrong?” Zhongli asked.

“Nothing. It’s delicious.”

Zhongli, while slowly resuming to eat, continued to watch Childe, searching for the problem. If the food wasn't to Childe's taste, he wouldn't necessarily tell Zhongli—in fact, he probably wouldn't—yet Zhongli did not believe taste to be the cause.

"Your grip is wrong," Zhongli finally declared, staring at Childe's right hand. His chopsticks were twisted as he reached for his next bite.

"Aha, you got me." Childe laughed. "I can't use chopsticks."

Zhongli gently placed his chopsticks on the table. “I can show you,” he offered. He then picked up one chopstick at a time, raising his hand up for Childe to view. “Hold it like this.”

Childe’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Zhongli’s hand. With clumsy movements, he attempted to imitate Zhongli’s grip, but he couldn’t hold the chopsticks’ position, and they kept crossing.

“No, like this… move your index finger… No, the other way…” Zhongli continued offering advice, but each ended with the same failure.

“This is impossible.” Childe sighed and placed his chopsticks on the table in defeat.

Zhongli rose from his chair. “Don’t give up so eas—”

The tavern door slammed open. It was Xu Liushi. “We’ve got trouble.”

“Hilichurls?” Huixing called from another table.

“Millelith.”

With that, every eye in the tavern turned towards Childe. Calmly as ever, he stood up. “We should get going.”

“Now?!” Xu Liushi shook his head. “You’d better start hiding.”

“We can take a few milleliths.” Childe’s hands were fingering at his sheathed blades.

“And create problems for the Captain’s fleet?” Furong protested. “No way!”

“We should listen to them.” Zhongli joined the effort to persuade Childe.

“Over here!” A small voice called from behind a counter. “Hide over here!”

Hearing the thumps of milleliths’ boots, Zhongli and Childe ducked behind the counter, where they found little Yue. Tucked into the tiny space under the counter, Zhongli desperately grabbed his hair and pulled it close to his chest, which thumped violently. Next to him, brushing shoulders, Childe’s hands remained by his sheathes, but his breathing was calm. Although Yue also wore a stern face, his legs trembled. To Zhongli's surprise, Childe let go of his weapons. He gently took Yue's hands. As the tension dissipated from Yue's body, he inched closer. Childe, with a grin, patted his head and ruffled his hair. which was met with the beginning of a giggle. “Shh..” Captain Beidou crawled behind the counter. “Hopefully they’re fast. I don’t want to deal with them.”

Finally, the door thudded.

“Hi, welcome to our tavern!” Yinxing sang out. “Would you like something to eat?”

“We’re not interested in eating,” a stern voice replied. “We’re looking for someone.”

“Why surely you must mean the Captain!”

“No, this man. A criminal.”

“Sorry. I don’t recognize him.”

“It doesn’t matter. We intend to search the premises.”

“Oh, but please, let us treat you to our hospitality first. You must be tired and hungry.”

“No thank you.”

As the footsteps spread across the tavern, a chorus of voices also sprung out.

“You call yourselves soldiers? Where’d you get these old, dinky things? Let me at least fix you up with some real weapons first.”

“You look very ill. On your back, so I can examine you.”

“Wanna wrestle? No one has beaten me yet.”

“That beer will cost 15,000 mora.”

“After four days of perilous fighting, Captain Beidou stood at the helm of the Alcor, ready to face the monster—”

“What’s going on here?” The original man’s voice shouted. “Where is your Captain?! Let me speak to her!”

Beidou sighed. “Yue, lead them to the path to Yaoguang Shoal. The Alcor is parked there,” She whispered before grabbing a mug of beer and standing up. “You’re looking for me?” She paced slowly away from the counter, gulping down the beer as she went. “I was just getting more beer from the back. Ahhh… how refreshing!”

“We are the Millelith on behalf of the Qixing. We are here in search of a criminal.”

“And I am Captain Beidou of the Crux Fleet. Surely, you wouldn’t be suggesting that the Crux is a band of criminals?”

“Not at all, Captain. However, we have reason to believe that a criminal is at large in this town, and we’re seeking your assistance in hunting him down.”

“What’s in it for my men?”

“Well, uh..”

“Not interested.”

“This isn’t a matter of debate. The Liyue Qixing demands that you help with our search.”

“If the Qixing cares so much, they can send the Tianquan down here herself, and then we’ll see.”

“How dare you! If that’s how you want to play, then the Tianquan will definitely hear of this, and next time you’ll be explaining yourself to her at Liyue Harbor!”

“Great! Then, it’s a date!”

“Men, this is public property. Search every last corner!”

By the time the thumping of boots resumed, Zhongli, Childe and Yue had already snuck into a backroom and were standing before a secret tunnel entrance.

“This is where you must go,” Yue whispered.

“Thank you.” Zhongli bowed slightly.

“Be careful and don’t forget the Cygnus Fleet.”

“You’ll be a great captain someday.” Childe lightly tousled Yue’s hair with a fleeting soft smile before he grabbed Zhongli’s arm and ran into the tunnel.

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But I Like One Piece (14)

Of course, it’s hardly as simple as that.

“He’s so annoying.” Uchiha says, leaning on the kitchen counter.

It’s a beautiful summer’s day. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming.

And for some reason only Robin knows, Uchiha’s in her kitchen.

“I tried to keep training last night, and do you know what he said?” Uchiha’s face twists into a sneer. “He said I had to go to bed. At eight-thirty.”

Naruto nods sympathetically as Uchiha waves his arms about in indignation. “I wasn’t even tired! I haven’t gone to bed that early since I was seven!”

“That’s nice.” She says, conscious of the fact that she goes to bed at eight. “Why are you in my house.”

Uchiha flaps an arm at her. “Not important.”

“Get out of my house then.” She tells him.

He shoots her a poisonous look, then sighs.

Uchiha heaves a large bag onto the counter and pushes it towards her. Or tries to anyway. The bag only budges an inch or so.

She steps forward tentatively and looks inside.

And promptly chokes on air.

“Uchiha.” She says seriously. “Do you have any idea what this is?”

Naruto perks up at her tone, craning his head to try and see inside as well.

He shrugs, as though the contents are somehow uninteresting to him. “The label says it’s lamb.”

“I see that.” She says. “But do you know how much a single lamb chop costs at the market? And not even the ones that’ve been freshly imported from Kusagakure.”

Naruto’s brow furrows. “Is it as much as the beef steak?”

She shoots him a wide-eyed look, remembering the cheap, thin cuts that had ended up costing almost a month’s worth of Otou-sama and Okaa-sama’s combined salary. “More.”

Naruto’s mouth drops open, and he stares at the bag with a newfound sense of reverence.

Uchiha shrugs again, with the self-assured air of a child who’s never had to deal with being told that something he wants is too expensive. “I don’t know. It was just outside the compound this morning. I don’t know any recipes for it yet, so I figured you’d get more use out of it.”

She takes another moment to goggle at the huge leg of lamb sitting in the bag, cellophane wrapped and surrounded by ice.

She hasn’t eaten this meat since the Sunday before she died.

She covers her face with her hands and inhales deeply to regain her composure. “Right. Okay.”

She wonders if it would be easier to roast it all before carving, or if she can get away with cutting it up raw and freeze some of it for later use.

Sasuke looks up from griping when she pulls out one of their sharper knives, running a whetstone over it to make sure it’s as sharp as it possibly can be.

She’s decided to chance it on doing the cuts raw—roasting it all in one marinade would limit the types of dishes whose flavors it could be combined with, and Sanji would never stand for that.

She places the meat onto a chopping board, with multiple plates for different cuts and gristle.

Sanji, she prays silently. Please don’t let me make a mess of this.

She carefully begins trimming off the excess fat and gristle off the piece of meat, trying to keep her cuts as neat as possible. She keeps the fat separate from the rest of the refuse for potential use as lard or flavoring.

It’s only once she begins following the sinews to carve a bit of meat away from a bone that’s shaped a bit like the letter “h”.

She deposits one of the filets onto a plate and sets about trying to carve the h-shaped bone out of the joint so she has more room to work.

She ends up with a bit more bone than she’d anticipated, by which she means all of them. The meat that had formerly been attached to them now sits in various unattractive gristle-and-artery-filled lumps.

She sighs, puts the bones to one side for stock or to roast their marrow, and begins her attack on the gristle and arteries.

“How did you do that?” Uchiha asks, leaning away from the counter.

“Do what?” She frowns, looking up.

He waves at the bones. They’re vaguely pinkish from the fluids of the meat, but have been scraped clean of every last scrap of flesh, she’s proud to say.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ll be honest, I barely have any idea what I’m doing.”

Uchiha purses his lips, calculating. “So...could you do it to an opponent?”

She shoots him an unimpressed look. “Sure, because a squirming person is gonna lie as still as this and let me carve them up. All that’d happen is my knife would get nicked, and I’d have to get it repaired.”

She adopts the same reprimanding tone the teacher uses to tell her off. “Kitchen tools are for the kitchen, Uchiha. We don’t play around with them.”

Naruto snickers at Uchiha’s put-out expression as he groans. “Don’t. You sound just like him.”

“Is living with him really that bad?” Naruto asks, as the gristle begins piling up on the plate.

Uchiha’s face does something complicated. “...He’s better than Anko.”

“So is a goldfish.” She replies. “That’s not really a high bar to clear.”

“He’s better than the others too.” Uchiha allows, grudgingly. “At least he pays attention to me and asks me what I want. And doesn’t talk to me like I’m three.”

Naruto nods encouragingly while the lumps turn into neatish little cubes and filets.

“But he keeps telling me to do stuff.” Uchiha whines, before he tries to drop his voice to imitate the teacher’s. “Sasuke-kun, take a break. Sasuke-kun, cook something without tomatoes. Sasuke-kun, put your clothes in the laundry instead of the garbage. Sasuke-kun, take a bath this week. Sasuke-kun, stop training so hard. Sasuke-kun, be careful with that kunai. Sasuke-kun, go to bed.”

“Do you do all the cooking?” She asks, curious.

Uchiha shoots her a flat look. “Iruka can boil rice and grill mackerel. He said it was an achievement, because he used to make it blow up when he was younger.”

Naruto squints in confusion as most of the food goes into plastic containers and into the fridge while the waste goes into the bin. “The rice or the fish?”

Uchiha pulls a face as sweet potatoes, a red pepper, and several tomatoes appear on the counter. “I didn’t ask.”

She finds herself pulling out a large wok and filling the bottom with olive oil, less cumin than she would’ve liked, plenty of rosemary, and salt and pepper.

She heats up the oil and herb mixture, then drops in the cubed lamb that was left out. “Well, he’s probably just trying to keep you strong.” She says diplomatically, tossing the sweet potatoes and a peeler to Naruto.

He dutifully begins peeling.

“How is me going to bed at eight-thirty making me stronger?” Uchiha stresses, nose wrinkling.

She catches the potato that Naruto tosses back, cubing it and dropping it in the wok before turning to catch the second. “Well, sleep helps your brain develop. If you don’t get enough now, then you’ll be dumb later in life.”

Uchiha gives her a glare that’s truly withering. “You’ll be dumb too if you keep shying away from chakra.”

She frowns, flicking some juice from the pepper at him and snickering as he recoils. “Good meals and good rest make your body stronger. It helps with growth, muscle and brain development.”

Uchiha still looks disbelieving so she adds, “It’s why you’ll be stronger than that man when you get to his age.”

There’s no sounds other than the hiss of diced tomatoes hitting the pan.

“How.” Uchiha hisses, eyes alight with obsession.

She briefly contemplates that that may have been the wrong thing to say as she places a lid on the wok to let the ingredients simmer and puts the rice on.

“Well, he’s a war criminal now, right?” She says.

“Missing nin.” He replies.

“Whatever.” She says. “Point is, nobody wants to work with somebody who’s done what he’s done, not even criminals. So he probably can’t get work, and doesn’t have a steady income. And Konoha has a bounty on his head, so he’s got to evade bounty hunters looking to collect on the reward constantly.”

“And?” Uchiha interrupts, eyeing her disdainfully.

Naruto tilts his head as the meal is stirred and tasted. “Wait.” He says. “How’s that guy gonna get food then?”

“Ex-actly.” She says proudly, nodding to him. “He can’t. He can hardly sleep either, because, y’know, bounty hunters. And I don’t care how good a ninja someone is, no one functions well on continuous food and sleep deprivation. Especially not compared to someone who’s been getting plenty of rest and three square meals a day.”

“That man doesn’t need any of that.” Uchiha’s voice is coated in scorn. “He’s too strong!”

She raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “No matter how strong he is, he’s still mortal. He needs to eat like everyone else, Uchiha.”

“No he doesn't!” Uchiha’s voice cracks on the last word.

Her mouth snaps shut, a reassurance about his brother potentially lying dead in a ditch somewhere suddenly seeming very unwise.

Uchiha stares at his clenched fists, minute tremors shaking his form.

Naruto reaches out slowly and grips his shoulder until the trembling stops.

Wordlessly, the rice and the lamb dish is plated up.

She places one plate in front of Naruto and one in front of Uchiha, putting a lid on the rest for Otou-san and Okaa-san, and Gai and Lee if they end up dropping by for lunch.

She rummages around for chopsticks, tossing two sets to the boys and grabbing one for herself.

There’s a quiet murmur of “itadakimasu” before they all begin eating while standing up.

Naruto’s eyes light up. “This is really good Mayu-chan, believe it!”

She smiles bashfully as she chews. The lamb goes nicely with the spicier flavors, unsurprisingly, but she hadn’t known that it would work this well with the tomato.

Uchiha doesn’t look at her when he asks, “What’s the recipe?”

She’s about to rib that he just watched her make this in front of him, he should pay more attention to what’s happening under his nose—

But she’s suddenly drawing a blank.

What did she put in this?

There’s tomato and lamb and sweet potato and pepper, yes, but there are also some other browned pieces of meat that taste spicy-sweet when she bites into them. It compliments the lamb very well, and she’d be proud of that if she could remember cooking it.

The sauce is far too liquid for the ingredients she recalls putting in the wok to have produced it, and the flavors are too complex for the few spices she added—she’s heard of foods working well together, but not to the point of carrying hints of things that weren’t in the dish in the first place.

Her chewing slows and she wonders if it would count as wasting food if she stops Naruto and Uchiha from eating any more of it.

“I’m back!” Okaa-san calls.

Naruto burbles a “welcome back!” through his stuffed cheeks, while Uchiha just ducks his head and grunts quietly.

She shoves her moral dilemma to the back of her mind to avoid worrying her mother.

Okaa-san goes to hug Naruto, but pauses in the middle of the action.

She sniffs the air, inhaling deeply and wrinkling her nose. “Mayu-chan, are the windows open?”

She shakes her head. “No, Okaa-san.”

Okaa-san goes and tries the windows and the door to the back garden, and then leaves to do the same in the living room, and then upstairs.

She comes back into the kitchen frowning hard.

“None of you let anyone enter or leave while me and Otou-san and Gai-sensei were out, did you?” She asks, looking deeply troubled. “Naruto-kun, Uchiha-san?”

The two boys shake their heads in tandem.

“What’s wrong, Okaa-san?” She asks, absent-mindedly chewing another bit of lamb.

“It’s just—” Her mother shakes her head. “It stinks of cigarette smoke in here.”

It’s probably a good thing she’s swallowed her mouthful.

Otherwise her sudden coughing fit would’ve ended up wasting the mystery food and she’s suddenly pretty certain she does not want to do that, even on accident.

The smell’s faded a bit by the time Gai-sensei and Otou-san get home, but not enough to be unnoticeable.

Because apparently there’s an undercurrent of brine to the scent that has her sweating nervously, wondering about the power of faith and its effects on reality and whether or not she’s finally snapped and is hallucinating the whole thing.

Thankfully, no one aside from Naruto seems to notice her silent panic, because they’re all too busy discussing the possibility of ninja from Kiri infiltrating their house for reasons unknown.

Okaa-san is especially worried, because she apparently hasn’t heard from her family since they moved to Konoha.

This is strange, considering that her mother’s family is a merchant group that does business on nearly every shore of the continent, and one of them was bound to have figured out where they were by now.

Okaa-san and Otou-san debate softly over whether they should try contacting their maternal relatives to see if something’s happened as they all wait outside.

Meanwhile a ninja in a green jacket like Gai-sensei’s and one dressed in black that steers clear of Uchiha go through their house, looking for an intruder that seemingly appeared from and vanished into thin air.

Iruka-sensei quickly arrives to take Uchiha home, with some of the lamb in plastic containers and instructions on what herbs it would be good to roast the meat with.

She would’ve demonstrated, but she doesn’t quite trust herself not to break down crying at the scent yet. Plus, you know, home investigation. Sort of puts a dampner on that kind of thing.

Even Kiba’s mum and her dog come along to join the fun.

The dog ducks his head to her and Naruto in greeting while Kiba’s mum flashes a toothy grin that’s a lot like her son’s.

That grin doesn’t last long.

A lot of growls begin coming from the house, and she thinks she might hear the sound of something breaking, before the dog slips out the front door and over to them.

Gai-sensei seems to know what’s happening, because he leans down a little so he’s on the dog’s level, holding his hands out, palm-up.

The dog sniffs his hands, his arms, and his chest, then moves on to Otou-san, who’s a little befuddled, but mimics Gai-sensei.

The dog is very careful around his bandage-less hands.

Then the dog moves onto Okaa-san, then Naruto, where he pauses and sniffs her best friend a little closer. Naruto giggles a little at the press of the dog’s wet nose.

She presents her own palms next.

The dog leans in and sniffs.

Then he whuffs and tells her, “Inhale through your nose and out through your mouth.”

She blinks in confusion, glancing at Gai-sensei, who nods encouragingly.

So she does as the dog asks, watching as he sniffs the air again.

His doggy brows draw down over his doggy eyes, and he lopes back towards the house.

She shifts nervously, feeling several pairs of eyes boring into her.

Kiba’s mum storms out after her dog within a few minutes. The woman inhales in front of her, nose twitching in a manner not dissimilar to her ninken’s.

“Welp.” She says. “Kid, you reek of that shitty scent. But you haven’t been smoking, or near any bodies of saltwater recently. Kuromaru can easily tell that.”

“That’s right.” Otou-san says, glancing warily between her and Kiba’s mum.

Kiba’s mum sighs. “Well, until Aburame gets here to do his shit, best we can tell is that this fucker somehow infiltrated and stuck to your daughter like creepy, perverted glue before vanishing like a fucking spirit.”

Okaa-san reaches out to grab her shoulder, face twisted at more than just Kiba’s mom’s profanity. “Should we consider alternate lodging for the night? Just in case the—the intruder comes back?”

Kiba’s mum shrugs. “Got anywhere that you can stay?”

Okaa-san bites her lip. Otou-san rubs the back of his neck as he thinks.

“I would gladly lend my living quarters to you should you need it, Chie-san, Jirou-san!” Gai-sensei exclaims.

Both of her parents go dark pink and begin stuttering about how they couldn’t possibly intrude on his living space like that, they wouldn’t want to cause any trouble—

“Gai, you live in the Jounin Quarters.” Kiba’s mum says, one eyebrow raised. “You can’t even keep a dog in those apartments.”

Gai-sensei pouts at that, so she volunteers, “I could always sleep over with Naruto so there’s more space, or we could see if Sakura and her parents could have us?”

Okaa-san looks considering, but Otou-san purses his lips. “Would they be able to defend themselves and escape unharmed if the intruder followed us?”

“But what if it wasn’t an intruder?” Naruto pipes up. “What if it was Sanji?”

A cold sweat breaks out on the back of her neck.

Kiba’s mum looks over to her so fast she’s surprised the woman doesn’t get whiplash.

“That name mean anything to you, kid?” She says, far too casually to really be casual.

She shifts under the sensation of eyes again. “‘S a character from a comic I like. One Piece. He’s a pirate chef.”

She hears the smack of a hand meeting a face, and her mother muttering, “of course he is”.

Kiba’s mum raises an eyebrow. “Never heard of that comic before. And I coulda sworn that Kiba has copies of damn near every series in Fire Country. Know where he could get a copy of this one?”

“No.” She says, trying to make her voice smooth and confident like Robin’s would be, and stop it from quivering like Usopp’s. “It’s been a long time since I last read it. I haven’t been able to find any copies in recent years.”

Kiba’s mum nods, like this is perfectly reasonable. “Shame. And this Sanji character—you like him?”

“He’s my favorite.” She mumbles, cheeks flaming.

“Yeah! He’s really strong, but he only fights with his feet because he needs to protect his hands, believe it!” Naruto enthuses. “And he smokes cigarettes all the time, and he can cook a ten course meal with barely any ingredients, and he’s super smart and sneaky. He’s kinda useless about girls though, believe it.”

She grimaces, commiserating. “Yeah, he falls in love with every pretty girl he sees and refuses to hurt them, even if one’s his opponent. It’s kinda annoying, but he’d be too cool if he wasn’t dumb in some way, so, eh.” She shrugs her shoulders.

Then she makes the mistake of looking up at Otou-san and Okaa-san and Gai-sensei.

The expression on their faces can only be called knowing, and it makes her want to run inside and curl up in her bed and never come out again, ever.

She almost doesn’t hear it when Kiba’s mum asks, “You’ve never met anyone who matches this description in real life?”

She shakes her head. “Of course not. He doesn’t exist here, after all.”

Then the adults stiffen, and she gets the vague impression that she’s said something she shouldn’t have.

She and Naruto are sent back into the house with Kuromaru-san.

She turns back and sees Kiba’s mum discussing something very seriously with her parents and Gai-sensei before Kuromaru-san whuffs and shepherds her into the house with his wet nose.

It feels very ticklish, and she has to stifle slightly hysterical giggles.

“Hey Mayu-chan.” Naruto mutters as they climb the stairs. “How come you said Sanji doesn’t exist here?”

She blinks.

Ah.

Um.

“Be-because he doesn’t. He exists in the world of One Piece, but that world and this world are two separate things. That’s all.” She’s momentarily thankful to all those essays she had to write for her major which allowed her to BS on her feet like this.

There’s a snort from the dog behind her. “It’s not a question of existence if he’s a comic book character. He’s fictional, he’s not alive.”

She does not point out that technically Kuromaru-san and Naruto are also fictional comic book characters and therefore should not be alive by the dog’s logic.

They end up sitting in her room, safely out of the way of the investigation, waving at the ninja who walk past the door and occasionally pulling faces at them when Kuromaru-san isn’t looking.

The ninja in green with something in his mouth pulls faces right back, and it becomes a sort of challenge to see who can go the longest without getting caught.

Kuromaru-san bares the whole ordeal with remarkably good grace, all things considered.

They soon grow tired of this game and of waiting with nothing to do, and end up curled up on her bed to doze in the late afternoon sun.

Nothing is found.

Even Shino’s dad is stumped, his insects buzzing aimlessly around the house in search of something that’s not there.

It’s decided that they may as well stay in the house for the moment, because there’s nothing to suggest that whoever-it-was is limited by geographic location.

For some reason, everyone keeps looking at her when they say that.

Gai-sensei takes the time to set up lots of traps around every window and doorway to ensure the house is well protected before he walks Naruto home.

Otou-san and Okaa-san insist on her sleeping with them in the big bed that night.

She waits until she can hear them breathing softly in sleep.

Sanji, she prays silently. If that was you helping me out earlier, then thank you very, very much for your assistance. The meal was really, really delicious and I’m honored I got to cook with you. But, maybe, if it’s not too much trouble, could you maybe be a little bit sneakier if you honor me with your help out again? Like when you were Mister Prince, because Otou-san and Okaa-san and Gai-sensei got really freaked out when they thought someone broke in. Thank you for everything again. I think you’re amazing, no matter what Zoro says.

She could swear she hears a gentle chuckle as she falls asleep.

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Good morning everyone, hope you’ve been doing fine.

Going through August and onto Mid-September, it’s been a really stressful time period for me.

Especially with Science Practical being weeks away, bummer.

Nevertheless, I sought to find methods to calm myself down, and it works wonders.

Sometimes looking at the sky helps me to calm myself down.

At times, I feel as though someone is watching over me in the clouds.

I thank you for being there.

Sometimes, confiding in my friends, especially the person I love, can lead to many wonderful results.

Thank you, too for helping me.

Near the end of August, it was consistently raining.

I can only feel blessed to have a new umbrella.

It’s cute too.

Reflecting again on my time in 2019 so far, as much as I regret some things, I cherish the moments in it.

I learned a lot of things from people.

I learned how to care, love, and to be grateful.

As the second child, I’ve always been rebellious, still am at times.

But I hope people know that I don’t intend to be rude, and that I appreciate them.

Moving on, I also did a lot of fun things!

I went to eat at a sushi restaurant.

It was a pleasing experience as I finally decided to man up and eat those sushi.

Unedited, yes, I’m still learning how to hold the chopsticks.

I remember how my mother said that my sister couldn’t eat raw, which meant I probably won’t be able too, but I managed without difficulty.

Also the beef I ordered came in a huge size, when the image was small.

I’m not complaining!

I was happy it was very big!

Left with an empty bowl and a full stomach

I can say that these weeks were filled with new experiences as well as revisiting childhood deserts, like the Ice Kacang!

Also, there was a Japan Summer Festival that took place recently.

I got to meet many people who were passionate about the culture, as well as understand about it.

I didn’t want to make myself only be attracted to anime, as if I were to live in Japan one day, I’ve got to know about how things were done there.

Also, I’ll be in Japan in December, so definitely, I’ll learn more there myself.

My first Panorama Photo

I was quite sleepy due to an unexpected event prior to the day, but it was still mind-blowing.

Oh, and I got to watch Makoto Shinkai’s latest masterpiece, Weathering With You, twice, in fact.

The weather can go crazy on its own! Also, lots of raining, very cold.

So at the end of the day, I really had a pleasant time.

I thank you for still sticking with my journey.

Also, to the person that took the photo of me posing at the poster, I love you ;)

I have a lot of plans to look forward to as usual, after my exams.

I hope I’ll be able to continue to document my time with all of you still.

After this blog post, I’ll try and post based on my day itself rather than account for the many days since I last posted.

As always, I’ll be active on other social media platforms.

I’ll continue to work hard on my studies and finally graduate from middle school.

I’ll leave a picture of the sunset I took a while ago.

I’m sorry for the photo lag, the floating lamp post really ruined it.

Till then, take care!

“Don’t let dreams always be dreams.”

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“I can’t believe it! This place is still here!” Apollo yelled above the racket of the night market crowd.

“Yes, it is,” Nahyuta said as he pushed through the sea of people to reach the stall. Apollo tagged closely behind with a nearly-swept-by-the-crowd Rayfa clinging to his overcoat, and he looked around in awe and nostalgia.

Behind the stall were people from all walks of life spilling onto the street, just like he remembered. There were people in office wear squeezed onto a small table, old men who wore just boxers and tank tops, large families that chattered away, and rowdy students gaming on their phones while waiting for their food to arrive. The stall sign lit up in bright yellow, practically screaming its menu in red, but it was less bright with dirt, grime and age. People had to share tables and whenever a large group of people came, a round wooden board was rolled out and the foldable table was set up in a jiffy for them (not after some yells and loud bangs, of course).

Apollo smiled at this relic of a scene. How on earth had it stayed the way he remembered it?

After asking around, the trio finally managed to squish into a large roundtable with a family of five. They thanked the family as they sat down. Then, the two groups of people settled back into their own conversations.

Rayfa picked up the menu and Apollo peered over to read it too. He saw what he wanted instantly. “They still sell it!” he said excitedly. “They still sell the beef noodles!”

Amused, Nahyuta leaned back slightly in his plastic stool to look past Rayfa and at Apollo. “Of course they do. It’s their specialty.”

“I know. But still.”

With a chuckle, he replied, “I get it. So exactly how you liked it when you were younger?”

With the biggest grin, Apollo nodded. He felt a vibration in his pocket, and somehow fished out his phone without elbowing anybody. “Datz said he’s running late. He wants beef tendon and rice.”

Looking down, Nahyuta asked, “Then, have you decided what you want, Rayfa?”

Her brow was furrowed in thought. “I kind of want the yak noodles... but mutton sounds really good too.”

“I could get mutton and share some with you if you want.”

She lit up. “Yes!”

“Then, what about drinks?”

“Barley!”

“Sour plum,” Rayfa said.

“Datz probably wants barley as well,” Nahyuta mumbled mostly to himself. “I’ll be back.”

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By the time Nahyuta does return however, the gush of people has already dwindled to a constant trickle, and he was accompanied by shouts.

“Come again, Yuty!” roared the gruff voice from behind the stall. “It was cool seeing you again!”

Nahyuta’s face only grew redder. If he wasn’t holding the tray of food, he probably would have buried his face in his hands.

Rayfa huffed as she lifted the bowls off the tray. “Next time, don’t spend so much time talking. We’re starving over here.”

“Who was that anyway?”

“Ya’mi Qui’zin,” Nahyuta muttered. “Son of the owner. And I wasn’t doing most of the talking. He was.”

“Hold up! Ya’mi?” Apollo said in surprise. “The snotty kid with about a million Pokémon cards?”

“Yes.”

Wearing an open-mouthed grin, Apollo turned and craned his neck back in a futile attempt to catch a glimpse of his childhood friend. “I thought he swore he’d never make noodles when he grew up?”

“He’s currently training to be a tattooist at the newest shop in this street. It’s called Human Print. But he still helps his mother on busier nights, which is practically everyday.”

Rayfa hummed. “You know so much about him. Must be pretty close.”

Nahyuta grimaced. “Not really. I know all of that during my time spent at the front of the queue.”

That made Apollo throw his head back, laughing. “That sounds just like him!”

A loud crash from not far away interrupted their conversation. This was followed by yells and screams and chicken squawking.

Eyes wide, Apollo whispered, “Please tell me that’s not Datz.”

A colourfully dressed man came stumbling out of the crowd. “Sorry! Sorry!”

“Oh no,” said Apollo as he ducked his head behind his wide sleeve. Rayfa suddenly seemed very invested in stirring her bowl of noodles.

With a long-suffering sigh, Nahyuta just waved his hand. That caught Datz attention quickly and he made a beeline for his saved seat.

“Apollo!” Datz sat beside him, clapping his back. “You’re wearing Khura’in stuff! I almost didn’t recognise you in this outfit!”

Apollo bit back a Really wish you didn’t.

Nahyuta slid a bowl over to Datz.

“Thanks! Oh! It’s been so long since I could last eat from here!” Loudly, he said, “After I was put on the Wanted posters, I couldn’t even go grocery shopping anymore! Not to mention eat out!” He tucked right into his food.

Now the family we‘re sharing tables with is finishing up as quickly as they can. And... they left, Apollo thought, pursing his lips, as he watched them scuttle (or hobbling) away and pulling their child closer. I would too if it was socially acceptable.

Judging from the look on Rayfa’s face and the way she scooted a little further from Datz, she probably had similar thoughts.

Nahyuta sighed loudly and said, “Let’s eat now.”

Seeing everyone beginning to eat, Apollo grabbed the chili sauce and added some to his bowl. With a pair of chopsticks, he mixed it before picking some noodles into his spoon and eating it.

It tasted just as amazing as it did in the past, and possibly even more with the fond memories and feelings that surged up his chest at the familiar taste of broth and springy noodles. Warmth filled him, maybe from the piping hot noodles or something else entirely.

He placed some noodles in his spoon. However, when he lifted it, his hand just hovered in front of his lips, trembling slightly.

When he was a kid, He, Nahyuta and Datz would frequently travel down to the night market and buy takeaways to eat at home because Dhurke was too recognizable as the leader of the revolution. Occasionally, under the insistence of the kids, Datz would let them eat first before ordering takeaways for himself and Dhurke, who’d then grumble playfully about the lack of love he received from his children. (“Betrayal! From my very own children!”)

The last time Apollo came down the mountains for dinner, he had eaten from this stall, but he hadn’t known it would be his last time in a long time.

Steeling himself, Apollo pushed the spoon into his mouth and followed that with several more spoons of noodles that made his chest grow tighter and tighter with each mouthful.

It had always felt like they would forever have these relaxed days in between several continuous days where they had to stay in the mountains and out of sight. Things felt eternal when you were a kid. But, suddenly, the revolution took a chaotic turn and the country descended into further conflict. Then, the first time in several weeks that he left the house, he was hurriedly whisked out by Datz.

There was no time to breathe, and the next thing he knew: his next breath was of Japanifornia air. Facing the unrelenting wall of radio silence from his family in Khura’in while stuck in a foreign country, he had felt horribly alone. And for several months, maybe he was.

Apollo was mechanically feeding himself noodles at this point. It wasn’t until he saw something drip into his broth that he was startled out of his own thoughts. He looked up into the night sky. Was it raining?

He sniffled.

Oh.

He ducked his head and continued to eat. Now that he noticed it, however, he was abruptly too conscious of himself and the concerned looks Datz, Nahyuta and Rayfa were giving him.

As discreetly as possible, he rubbed his eyes and sniffled.

Shit. There was no way they didn’t notice that. Also, his cheeks were definitely much too wet.

“Damn, this is spicy as hell!” Apollo yelled to mask the waver in his voice and breathed deeply through his mouth as if to demonstrate this. “I added too much damn chili! And now, I’m crying.” He forced out a chuckle. “Spicy! Spicy!”

“They might have changed the chili brand they use,” Nahyuta mused.

Apollo’s bracelet pulsed around his wrist.

Rayfa crossed her arms. “You can’t even stand a little bit of spice! Clearly, leaving Khura’in has made your tongue weak!” she declared. “We will make sure you get used to the local cuisine again!”

Was that the princess’ attempt at cheering him up?

“Do you want some water, ‘Pollo?” Datz asked, leaping to his feet.

“I’d like that,” he choked out.

Datz came back with a cup of water and sat down. After several gulps of water, Apollo was feeling slightly better, breathing a little easier. When he placed the cup back down, he couldn’t help but notice Datz’s chair had grown nearer still to Apollo’s.

As the night stretched out into comfortable silence, the four of them found themselves huddled a little closer, leaving a large gap at the other side of the round table.

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thenovelartist · 6 years

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Second Chances, Chapter 13

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“But I don’t wanna.”

Marinette expected this. It was why she had taken her time finishing the quilt, delaying this inevitable struggle for another week. She could have just taken it to Rose earlier, but Emma had continued asking about the quilt, so Marinette had to face this.

“But that’s why we made it,” Marinette said. “So that we could give it to someone else.”

“But I want it.”

Marinette’s mouth pinched into a thin line. “Emma,” she said, looking the girl straight in the eye. “I know you like it, but we made this quilt for someone who doesn’t have a quilt so that they can be happy.”

Emma just continued to pout and snuggle the quilt.

Marinette heard footsteps coming behind her. “Emma,” Adrien said, kneeling down beside Marinette. “You knew that you were helping Marinette make this quilt to give away. You and Marinette can make a new quilt—”

“But I like this one.”

“Emma,” Adrien continued. “You and Marinette can make a new quilt. But only if you give this one away.”

And Emma fell to the ground with a pout and a cry.

Marinette looked over to Adrien who just looked back at her with the same exasperated expression. Adrien leaned over to whisper, “I’m sorry”.

“I expected this,” she whispered back.

They remained side by side while Emma held the blanket, her cries slowly subsiding.

“Emma,” Marinette tried again. “You have blankets and toys and lots of other things. But there are kids who don’t have that. This is going to make some kid just like you very happy. Aren’t you always happy when you get something new?”

Emma nodded.

“And this blanket,” Adrien said, reaching to touch the quilt Emma had in her hands, “is going to make someone very happy. You and Marinette can always make another quilt, but some kids don’t get to make quilts. They don’t have a blanket. Don’t you think this should go to someone who doesn’t have a blanket?”

At this, Emma cried again.

Adrien shot an apologetic cringe at Marinette. She waved it off and patted his arm reassuringly. It wasn’t his fault that Emma was just being a four-year-old who couldn’t comprehend that some kids didn’t have what she did.

Some three minutes later, Emma finally handed over the blanket, tears still in her eyes as Adrien rubbed her shoulders.

“Thank you, Emma,” Marinette said. “You’ll get to make someone very happy.”

She buried her head in her dad’s shoulder. He hugged her, rubbing her back. “I’m very proud of you, Emma.”

With a whine, she grabbed Adrien’s shirt tightly. He picked her up and held her a moment, rubbing her back soothingly.

Marinette stood from her spot kneeling on the floor, shooting him an apologetic smile in the process. It looked like he shrugged, mouthing “it’s okay.”

The rest of the morning involved a somewhat moody Emma. Admittedly, Marinette was thankful that Emma’s afternoon nap meant Marinette didn’t have to deal with her for a short while.

“You handle her tantrums very well.”

Marinette looked up from where she had her forehead planted against the table to see Adrien placing his now empty bowl into the dishwasher. “Can’t say it’s my favorite thing to do.”

Adrien snorted. “Said every parent ever.”

She chuckled at that.

Adrien took a seat beside her at the table. “Still, you are incredibly patient with her.”

“I used to babysit Nadia Chamack’s daughter, you know, the newscaster. That girl could through a tantrum like you wouldn’t believe. I used to be a huge push-over. I took me a year to learn how to resist the ‘baby-doll eyes’.”

“Well, it served you well now. I don’t think Emma quite has the eyes, but her little pout…”

“That’s pretty hard to resist.”

Adrien nodded. “I walk a very fine line of trying not to be a push-over yet trying not to be a bad parent.”

“You’re a rock star; that’s what you are.”

“I don’t think I’d go that far,” he said with a grin. “But thanks. For what it’s worth, you are the best nanny I’ve ever employed. As a person and how you handle Emma.”

Marinette’s expression softened. “Thank you. I really like being her nanny. She’s so precious. Well, most of the time.”

“No argument there,” Adrien concurred. “But I’m partial because I’m her dad.”

Marinette hummed, resting her cheek in her hand, elbow propped on the table. “Did you ever think about being a dad? Before Emma came, that is.”

Adrien paused, frowning in thought. “I don’t think I ever gave much thought about it. It was one of those things Chloe and I didn’t really touch on when we got married. But… I mean… even though it’s hard being a single dad, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I love Emma to pieces. Trying to imagine life without her now is nearly impossible.”

A slow smile drifted across her face. “I always knew you deserved that ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug.”

He hummed his agreement. “Is it too much to say you would be a great mom? I see you as the kind of woman who would raise a family.”

Her heart stung and her stomach twisted. “I wanted three,” she said, her voice wistful.

“Three?”

Marinette nodded. “Felt like a good number. Nathaniel said two would be enough, and I would have settled for it, but honestly… we were struggling just for one.”

Adrien’s expression fell.

“We tried for over a year,” she said. “As you can tell, it was never fruitful.”

“I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “Nathaniel was really good at convincing me that the longer we waited, the more financially stable we would be for when we did have a child. He was right, I suppose. But by that point, I moved on to begging for the dog and hamster I wanted.”

“A hamster?”

“Well, it was going to be a cat—”

“What’s wrong with cats?”

The offence on his face sent her laughing. She’d nearly forgotten who she was talking to. “I just wanted a hamster.”

He tried to frown, but the mischievousness in his eyes paired with the slight upturn of his lips belayed that. “Okay. I’ll give you a pass this once.”

“Thank you,” she teased with a grin. “I didn’t know I needed your approval for a hamster.”

“Well, you see, as the man you’re walking down the aisle with, it’s very important that we can agree on if you should have a cat or not.”

One of the most unladylike snorts came out of her as she tried to hold in her laughter and epically, tragically, spectacularly failed. She let herself laugh until she could look him in the eye again. They were so green and bright and shining and good gracious, if her teenaged self could see the kind of smiles that he was shooting her way now, she’d realize his modeling photos did him a great disservice.

“Why don’t you have a cat?” Marinette found herself asking.

His crumpled expression as he thought it over was adorable. “That’s actually a good question.”

Marinette chuckled. “Well, then you have no right to criticize me for not wanting a cat.”

“You think maybe Emma would like one for Christmas?”

Marinette rose a brow. “You think it’s possible that you can find a cat that’s patient enough to be dragged around like Plagg? Because that’s what’s going to happen. Plagg’s going to be replaced by some poor cat that Emma is going to wish was her best friend.”

Adrien shrugged. “How many animal shelters do you think are within a… say, twenty-five-mile radius of here?”

Marinette’s smile faded.

“I mean, there has to be one cat—”

“Adrien.”

“Yes?”

“Forget I ever mentioned it.”

He snorted, a lopsided smile quirked up on his lips. “Okay, okay. Out of the mercy for said poor cat, I’ll wait until she’s older.”

“Good call.”

“Only because you suggested it.”

Marinette smirked. “Okay.”

There was a slight pause between them, during which a smirk grew across Adrien’s face. “How long do you think until I can get her a cat? One, two years?”

Marinette leveled him a flat look. “Do you want my honest opinion?”

His grin widened. “Yes. I do.”

“Wait until I’m no longer her nanny, ‘cause I’m not cleaning a litterbox.”

Adrien burst into laughter. A loud, sunny, infectious kind that Marinette did her best to resist. “I’m dead serious.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Just look at your smile!”

“What smile.”

“Deny it.”

She didn’t.

Adrien’s grin never faded. And she couldn’t help but let the smile that she wasn’t wearing grow.

“So no cat?”

Marinette couldn’t do anything other than roll her eyes.

Adrien almost felt ashamed at how happy he was that it was Wednesday. He hated just how happy he was to drop Emma off at his father’s house and enjoy a night where it was just him, Marinette, good albeit cheap food, video games, and some friendly competition.

When he got home, he immediately set up the console before pulling out his game selection. Once that was done, he quickly headed to the bathroom to check his appearance in the mirror. Vain, likely, but he couldn’t help it. He chalked it up to the model in him instead of facing the reality of it.

The doorbell rang, pulling him from his thoughts. He quickly raced to the door, his heart beating faster with excitement.

“Hey, Marinette.”

Her grin was heart-stopping. “I brought Chinese. Maybe I’ll let you choose a game you can win so you can keep the broccoli beef.”

Scratch that. His heart had now stopped. “Well, you brought the food this time. Lady’s choice.”

Her smile was wicked. “Well, then I guess it’s good for you that I got two boxes of broccoli beef and two of chow mein.”

Was it bad that he liked this feeling? This discombobulation of emotions he didn’t want to put a name to? When put like that, he’d would swear he’s a teenager who couldn’t keep his emotions in check instead of the twenty-seven-year-old man he was.

She marched past him into the living room where she started sorting through the games. He shut the door before taking a peek inside the bag she’d brought. He saw the five boxes, one of which was different with a fancy logo on it, and two pairs of chopsticks.

But no fortune cookies.

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal. They were cheap, tasted like paste, and weren’t remotely real Chinese. But his last one, the one he still had resting on his nightstand, had been a good one. He could still picture it. Take a chance. You will succeed.

And that chance, he thought, happened to be the young woman who was placing a game into the console.

“Chose one?”

She nodded. “Yup.”

He set down the bag on the table and began pulling the boxes out, which allowed him a good look at the box that definitely didn’t contain Chinese take-out. He cracked it open—

“Ah-ah-ah!” Marinette cried, slamming her hands around the box to keep it closed. “No peeking!”

Now he really wanted to know what was in the box, but she took it away from him and began heading towards the kitchen. “This is for later.”

He pouted, causing her laughter to grow and fill the house.

And his heart.

He shook his head. He needed to get ahold of himself.

That’s when he noticed what was playing. “Mario cart?”

“It’s your favorite, right?” she asked, plopping down beside him on the couch.

“Well, yeah. I just wouldn’t have expected you to pick it.”

She shrugged. “I’ve been beating you enough lately. I thought you’d maybe like to have a victory.”

Well… he would, but that wasn’t the point of game night. “Whatever you want to play. I picked last week.”

“Then I want to play this.”

He shrugged but wasn’t going to complain. “Okay.”

Four races later, it wasn’t surprising Adrien had won the tournament. He’d lost one race, and that was only because Donkey Kong and Bowser ganged up on him and knocked him off the track.

“How are you so good at this?” Marinette asked, setting her controller down to grab her take-out box.

“I played this way too much in my teenaged years,” Adrien bragged. He set down his controller to grab his own box of food. “Racing games are my specialty.”

“No kidding.” Marinette curled up cross-legged on the couch, shoving a bite of chow mein in her mouth.

Adrien chuckled, leaning back against the couch and turning to face her. He opened his mouth to snap out some retort, only for her phone to ring. She glanced at her purse, her brow furrowed in confusion, then set her box down to dig it from her purse. Again, she looked at the screen and frowned, but answered it anyway. “Hello?… This is she.”

Recognition flooded her face, followed by nervousness. “Um… no, I don’t think I’d like to renew the lease.”

With a frown, Adrien set his box of food down and watched Marinette begin to fidget in place.

“I have to the end of the month?”

Another pause.

“All right. I’ll… I’ll figure something out. Thank you.”

She hung up the phone and dropped it into her purse.

“Is everything okay?” Adrien asked, seeing the stress throughout her entire body.

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. She collapsed onto the couch. “It’s fine. It’s just… something I’ve been putting off and really don’t want to do.”

“Do you need any help?” He didn’t know what he was signing up for, but if Marinette needed help, he wouldn’t hesitate.

“Maybe. I… I don’t know.”

“What with?”

Marinette’s lips pursed into a thin line. “Nathaniel and I lived on a houseboat, one that was really small and only held what we needed at that particular time. We had to rent a storage unit to hold a handful of our other things and…” She sank into her seat. “I know what we stored in there. It’s been over a year and I still don’t feel ready to weed through that. But at the same time… I don’t want to keep paying for this unit. Not since I’m thinking about moving out on my own again.”

Adrien grimaced. “Okay. We’ll go together. I’m sure Nino and Alya could find a little time, but even if they can’t, I’ll be there, I promise.”

“But… Emma—”

“Don’t worry about that,” Adrien interrupted. “At all. Really. Nathalie could watch her for a little bit while we sort through your storage unit. Okay?”

Marinette looked hesitant, but Adrien refused to budge.

Slowly, a small semblance of a smile crossed her lips and her eyes softened. “Thank you. I really don’t think I can handle going by myself.”

“You don’t have to,” Adrien assured, reaching out to rest a hand on her forearm. “We’re all here for you.”

Her smile widened, but then she slipped away from him towards the kitchen. For a moment, Adrien wondered if he’d been too forward. He pulled his hand back to his lap, only for Marinette to round the corner with a lit birthday candle on top of a cupcake.

“Alya told me your birthday was two months ago,” she said, carefully sitting down on the couch and holding the lit cake up for him. “Right around the time we happened to end up on that dinner outing thing together. I know it’s a little late, but I wanted to make it up to you, especially since you got stood up. So this was supposed to be a birthday cupcake, but you could take it as a big ‘thank you’ as well. For everything.”

He felt as though a fire had lit in his belly and his cheeks flooded with heat. His wide-eyed gaze flickered back and forth between her and the chocolate cupcake he really wanted.

But he really wanted her as well.

She extended the treat towards him. “Better blow out the candle before it completely melts.”

He scolded himself for his thoughts. She still wasn’t ready. He would have to be patient and wait for his chance the fortune cookie promised. For now, he shut his eyes and made a wish on a girl who was slowly filling his heart more than he ever could have guessed possible.

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richrubies · 6 years

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Part IV: M is for Making Up

Warning: trash rap lyrics by me / inaccurate representation of min yoongi / lots to read - click a letter in order to go to the next chapter

E N E You are here -> M I E S

It had been over a month since the incident with Min Yoongi, and thanks to the paparazzi, more articles had been released after photos of you at the after-party had been released, and the slight bruising of your body could be seen.

You hadn’t confided in the boys about what had happened, but you really didn’t have too. They were smart enough to know that you’d argued with Min Yoongi, and they were smart enough to figure out how you got the bruises.

The company had been in an uproar over it, even Kiseok had wanted to take Min Yoongi to court, but you’d decided against it. It would only cause your label to be surrounded by press, and with everyone already working towards their own tours, you didn’t want to mess up the company’s flow.

You had been warned, however, by all of your protective friends, ‘If he does it again, beat his ass. Then tell us straight away so that we can beat him too!’

Currently, you were sitting in a meeting with Bang Shi-Hyuk, who had heard about Min Yoongi’s behaviour and had wanted to apologize on his behalf.

‘You were one of my favourite contestants,’ Shi-Hyuk tells you as he sipped at the tea you’d made for him, ‘I was surprised when the judges didn’t vote for you.’

You nodded, ‘Me too,’ you tell him honestly, ‘But there’s nothing that can be done now.’

Shi-Hyuk nodded at your brazen response and set his cup down, looking around your private studio. The door swung open and Sunghwa and Kiseok both walked in to listen in as Shi-Hyuk states, ‘But I didn’t come to talk about the old days. I know there is a lot of angst between your label and Yoongi. Before, it wasn’t a huge deal but no–,’

‘What do you mean it wasn’t a huge deal?’ you ask with a raised eyebrow as you sat back and crossed your arms, ‘Are you talking about it not being a big deal when it was only me who was affected by it?’

Flustered, Shi-Hyuk struggled to come up with a response to your harsh fact. It was true. Now that you had bitten back at Min Yoongi, the press had begun to love the tension and had reported on it non-stop. Even worse was the speculation of the bruises you’d gained at the party after last being seen with BTS’ spitfire rapper.

‘What is it that you want?’ you ask, ‘A reconciliation?’

From the way that Shi-Hyuk sat in silence, you knew you’d hit the nail on the head.

Kiseok spoke up, ‘That bastard deserves to be hounded by the press. We won’t go through with whatever bullshit idea you have.’

Shi-Hyuk nodded with a sigh, ‘I understand that there’s a lot of heat between you two, but why should it affect the rest of his group members? They’re under just as much fire right now.’

‘You should have thought of that before you let your rapper release a dis track about our Y/N. You’re just as much to blame for this as he is,’ Sunghwa says with a frown as he leaned against the door frame.

‘Let’s just think about it, huh? Even if you continue to hate each other behind closed doors, that’s fine. I just want it to be kept out of the public eye before it damages the rest of the members. You must want the same thing for your own team.’

You could see Kiseok ready to lurch with another one of his rants about Min Yoongi and how the articles have never bothered your label before, when you stated; ‘Fine. Let me think about it and get back to you.’

Thanking you, Shi-Hyuk took his leave moments later whilst you slumped back in your chair, listening to Kiseok’s angry protest towards the idea of collaborating.

No matter how much the boys would protest against settling with Big Hit, or how much they told you that the tension between the two labels didn’t affect them, you knew otherwise.

The best solution was to settle the feud and protect the same people who had always protected you.

‘Let’s do it,’ you tell Kiseok quietly, ‘Let’s just settle and get this over with.’

I can handle Min Yoongi, you thought as you ignored Sunghwa’s protest in the background, 파이팅!

~*~

‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ Jay asked for the millionth time as you prepped your studio, cleaning the dust that had managed to reach your panel.

‘What else can I do, 형님?’ you ask as you cleaned, ‘If it keeps our business out of the eyes of the media, I’m all for it. And Shi-Hyuk is right. Our members are affected by it is well. I don’t want to get in the way of everyone else because of a piece of trash like Min Yoongi.’

‘Still,’ he tells you as he moves to plug in your neon lights, lighting up the room with a pink glow that emitted from your sign ‘Strength and Passion’.

‘It’s okay,’ you tell him, ‘I’d rather do this than have everything about our feud out in the public.’

‘If he lays a hand on you, I swear I’l–‘

‘You’ll what?’ Min Yoongi asks from the door of your studio, behind him stood one of the groups manager’s Se-Jin and CEO Bang himself.

‘I’ll beat your ass,’ Jay tells him confidently and without hesitation.

Se-Jin clears his throat awkwardly while you bow and greet him and Shi-Hyuk, clearing the tension as you say, ‘Welcome to AOMG.’

Min Yoongi says nothing as he enters the room, kicking off his shoes in the process and moving over to the long bench space that served as a desk.

~*~

You’d read over the lyrics many times since agreeing to collaborate on a song, placing your own ideas and input on to the paper. It was originally written by Min Yoongi, so you had expected he would have resistance to changes, once you two actually sat down and read over the lyrics together.

‘You can’t just change someone’s artistic work!’ Min Yoongi argues heatedly whilst you sighed in frustration.

The day had not gone well at all – you’d spent the two hours talking to Min Yoongi through his manager, only being graced with his comments when they were degrading your studio and your style of music.

You had a headache from hell just from putting up with him, and now that he was currently sulking over his lyrics being altered, you’d finally had enough, ‘Why are you such a child? Are you really twenty-five?’

‘Yah!’

‘What?’ you retaliate, ‘Your lyrics are good,’ you tell him with honesty, ‘But they don’t suit what we’re trying to do here! You can’t release a reconciliation song with one person rapping about their hatred for the other!’

‘Well what do you suggest? Huh? Like you’d have anything better!’ Min Yoongi argues, equally as frustrated, not seeing why the song had to have a meaning.

You were trying to snub out the articles and rumours about your beef, so what did it matter what you sung? As long as it was done together, the public would eat it up like it was their first meal in years.

‘Let’s start something from scratch,’ you tell him, rubbing your temples, ‘Something genuine. If it’s not genuine, no one will believe that we’ve finished feuding.’

It took hours, just to complete a quarter of the lyrical sheet, and by time Min Yoongi left, you were exhausted and regretful of ever having agreed to do the song, ‘It was easier having beef with him,’ you complain to the boys who were all gathered in the common room, sitting around and eating pizza.

‘You can hate the guy, but you can’t deny the fact that he has talent when it comes to rapping,’ Jukyung says with a mouth full of food.

‘I don’t hate him,’ you say as you pick up a piece of pizza, with all of the guys turning to look at you like you were crazy after stating so.

‘It’s him who hates me. I just have a strong dislike for him considering he’s always acted like an asshole towards me.’

‘You don’t hate him, even after all you’ve been through?’ Sunghwa asks.

‘Not really. It’s what brought me home to AOMG,’ you tell them cheesily as you snuggled your way between Hyukwoo and Kiseok as the men in the room cooed at you.

~*~

Min Yoongi turning up at your studio became a normal thing over the next week – he’d come unannounced and would stay until late as you both worked on beats, still not agreeing on the lyrics. Your conversations had upgraded from grunts and one-word replies, to small sentences, which was an improvement. Even better was the fact that Manager Se-Jin had trusted you both to sit a room without killing one another, which was even more of an improvement.

It was late in the evening when Jay knocked on the door and brought in food; he was like a mother hen that you were eternally grateful for.

‘That’s it?’ Min Yoongi questions at the one portion that Jay had brought for you.

Jay rolled his eyes, ‘Why would I buy you anything?’

‘Jay-형님 …’ you complain as they bickered, ‘I love you, but please don’t start this now. We’re working at a good pace right now.’

‘Fine,’ Jay shrugs as he backs off, ‘Let me know if you need anything,’ he says as he ruffles your hair for good measure before leaving the room. You pushed the food aside and continued to work on your computer. Or at least you tried to, but the sound of Min Yoongi’s stomach growling caused you to stop moments later with a sigh.

He’d gone back to being stoic as he aggressively scribbled on a paper, ignoring the fact that he was hungry. Letting out a sigh at his stubborn attitude, you tentatively opened the container to find your favourite dish from the local Japanese ramen house down the street from AOMG.

Grabbing the wooden chopsticks, you placed them into the bowl and placed it beside Min Yoongi, ‘Eat it. You’re probably hungrier than I am.’

‘Forget it,’ he grumbles, sour from Jay’s treatment.

‘Why do you have to fight me with everything?’ you ask exasperated, as you grabbed the lid of the container and moved to cover the bowl, ‘Jesus Christ, you can’t just say thank you and eat what I give you?’

Min Yoongi looked up at you in surprise as you ranted, your cheeks flushed red, embarrassed by the rejection of your kind offer.

Without thinking, Min Yoongi grabbed at the hand that was covering the container and muttered, ‘Sorry. Thank you for the food.’

You froze at his action and watched as he gently placed your hand to the side and took the container, reopening it before grabbing the chopsticks.

Taking a step back, you watched as he ate, shocked at the turn of events.

‘Stop staring at me,’ Min Yoongi says as he slurps at the noodles, not taking his eyes away from his own screen, causing you to blush and turn away from him, flustered.

You had been focusing on your computer when you felt a tug on your shirt. Looking at Min Yoongi who pushed the container towards you, you raised an eyebrow at the half-eaten food, confused.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he told you, ‘You need to eat as well.’

You nodded, unsure of how to act. This kind of behaviour was weird for the both of you. As you pulled the container closer, Min Yoong rubbed at the back of his neck and asked, ‘Have you got another pair of chopsticks to eat with?’

‘I don’t need them,’ you tell him with a shrug, grabbing the pair he’d just used and digging into the food, much to his surprise. Eating happily, you continued to work, not noticing the way Min Yoongi observed you with interest.

When did she become so pretty? He wondered, taking in your messy hair and baggy hoodie and track pants, how is she so pretty, even in the worst of clothes?

~*~

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How flowerhorn red eyes fish "UP TOP" AND "UP COLOR"

Raising red Thai Arhat, How to stimulate the head, click the color to quickly open the head, and color the Arhat Post date: 19:41 07/08/2014 - View: 14682 (times) Dear friends, the ideas of the first and last topics for Arhat are all too familiar and boring, but if we take the time to dig deeper, there is still much to say. Things to know for beginners to play La Han fish

CHOOSE FISHING FISHES

There are many types of fish, the most important player is that the head must have a large hump. Small fish are difficult to recognize beautiful, ugly, so for inexperienced people it is best to buy fry at the moment of fish with two fingers. Should choose fish with short body and mouth, moderate fins suitable for fish age, male fish often have black marks on dorsal fins, appearing more aggressive ...

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Raising red Thai Arhat, How to stimulate the head, click the color to quickly open the head, and color the Arhat

FEEDING FISH

Food for fish is diversified, usually juveniles, shrimps, shrimp, worms, beef, packaged dry food ... Depending on the "preferences" of each species and feeding practices of the farmer. Should practice fish to eat different types of food alternately so that they can adapt, in case there is a shortage or can not buy "familiar mouth" food, if feeding beef, cut the fish's mouth and do not feed continuously. Depending on age, fish can be fed 2-3 times / day. Seeing fish swimming near the water is hungry. Do not overfeed the fish and leave excess food in the tank.

Provide food that matches the inherent color of the fish

Nurturing and taking care is the process of supplying nutrients to fish, for example, the red Cislasoma fish, mainly the fish itself must have the red pigment gene, when raised, only when preparing food. then adding Astaxanthin (red enhancer) is okay, when fish eat foods containing astaxanlin, these substances will act on the scales, so our fish will become redder. But if your fish scales do not have the red, yellow or mandarin pigment gene, the astaxanlin in the fish feed may not be effective, so that the scales do not change into colors. For other chromatic aberrations, it is only possible by relying on the similar pigment genes to have an excellent effect.

Head feed is only effective when the fish has the tumor gene

The same is true for fish head food. In addition to food, the fish must also have tumor genes to achieve the desired effect. The way to prepare drought-based fish basically only needs to use the highest amount of protein in preparation, which is found in high-cholesterol, oily-flavored meats. After feeding the fish a large amount of this food, they will gain weight very quickly, so they will quickly see on their heads there will be a very obvious lump. But according to normal sequence, it takes at least 30-60 days to be effective. Because they also take a certain period of time, their bodies can accumulate and absorb the substances in this food, then there are external manifestations.

Your mackerel is not as beautiful as the fish store or in broken books, they may still have ugly heads and bright colors, but not much, these fish show only 1 ratio. /1,000 or less. The fish that you see in their colors is very beautiful and fresh. The reason they have such 'style' is because they always enjoy foods containing color enhancers. Living conditions for the fish to maintain its beautiful color, with a large humpback

1. Recirculating water - it is possible to temporarily remove contaminated debris from the tank. 2. The amount of food put into the tank should be just enough - if you add too much will pollute the water source, too little fish will not be full enough, usually when feeding the fish belly a little bigger than normal. 3. Use coral sand as a water filter - this sand is rich in calcium, enhancing the pH in water, making the water not degenerate. 4. Increase the amount of light. Each day the fish needs an appropriate amount of light, so the color of the fish will be brighter and brighter.

FISH CARE

Fish drought is very fierce, so it is impossible to keep 2 fish in a tank. The aquarium does not need to leave aquatic plants because they bite down very quickly. Many people leave gravel to filter the water, but the fish will not let it go. The aquarium must have a water filter, aeration, about 3 - 7 days changing water / time, maybe every 2-4 weeks (depending on the water filter works well). When changing the water, you can add a little salt (depending on the size of the tank) to disinfect, so add very little initially to the fish not shocked, then slowly change, 20-70%. After the water changes, the color of the fish is faded, this is normal and then they should be color again. Do not let the water in the tank become dirty because the fish is very sensitive to the environment, affecting the color of the fish as well as causing disease. Place the aquarium in a cool place (not too bright and let in the sun, not too dark), you can add a mirror to stimulate the "aggressive" of the fish,

FISH "UP TOP" AND "UP COLOR"

In addition to genetic factors due to species, bad shape and beauty for each animal, good care (food, water environment ...) contributes significantly to the drought and color. Not all fish have a beautiful humpback head, this is very unlucky when choosing fish as a child. Usually a few hundred fish, only a few beautiful fish only.

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In addition to the above care, farmers arrange more colored lights to help stimulate the fish's color. Fish will be more splendid when the lights are on. It is best that the light is purple pink, which can be turned on all night or off at bedtime (open 4-6 hours / day, starting at 5-6 pm). In addition, fish can be made "figs" by placing a mirror, feeding more Siamese fighting fish ..., and depending on the budget, buy more food to color at the fish shops. There are many different types, but should avoid chemicals that cause fish to be sterilized. Many people feed the fish more worms that will color up very beautifully.

Raising red Thai Arhat, How to stimulate the head, click the color to quickly open the head, and color the Arhat

Dear friends, the ideas of the first and last topics for Arhat are all too familiar and boring, but if we take the time to dig deeper, there is still much to say. Here are some of the knowledge that I learn and have gathered from many sources. Previously it was an esoteric form because of fear of negative effects, but in fact, people already know and apply it more or less, so whether to keep it or not. Please post below for those who still do not fully know how to apply, so the game will be more interesting:

Lake "cheese" fry : high lake - narrow compartment. Normal lake 40 cm high can be raised to 50 cm, narrow compartment less than 15 cm. It is said that the Thai people stop the lake like this to encourage the fish to swim up and down vertically, the blow will be short and the fish will easily reach the head!

In terms of physics, when the fish swims down, the inertial force acts on the head in the upward direction. When the fish swims up, the force acts again in a downward direction. Pulling up, pressing down tightly, the head will expand like the way we exercise. The narrow lake is like that, the more you can fetch many children at the same time, the benefit of both.

Play "medicine". This case cannot be said in short, but must have heads and chopsticks.

* Scientists Hue Ky has soaked up the topic "up humpback" for a long time. Back then, there were no scallops. People saw that some male red devils were naturally growing up and down, stretching and falling. This is a unique phenomenon in the animal kingdom. Because the country has a lot of money, so it can finance pure science projects, which do not bring economic benefits. Results of soaking rescue like? The hump structure includes fat and plasma. Pumping plasma -> hunchback, withdrawal -> humpback. Reproductive hormones control the pumping of plasma. Reproductive hormones are also hormones used to stimulate spawning fish in the aquaculture industry such as hCG, LH and carp lobe brain.

* Further inference, we see, if you want to enlarge hunchback, it is necessary to increase hormones -> "pump" the plasma continuously to stretch and expand. If kept for a long time, the fat will form and provide stability to humpback. So in addition to genetic factors, "medicine" also somewhat improves the level of hunchback.

* The forum has published a research report by a reporter on drugs for the fish, but "what medicine, where to buy and how to use it?" The first two sentences have already been revealed above, but the way I use them is according to me, like those who often use medicine, have to grop for themselves. Sometimes overdose makes the fish lethargic like a ghost, even me. Injecting, soaking or mixing food, you can choose whichever method you can use, but it's best to use a little bit, feel good before gradually increasing the dose.

* In addition to medicine, it is recommended to combine with traditional methods such as care, food, glasses, revetment, etc. to achieve the best humpback effect.

Here is a picture of its powder hehehe

And will conduct testing on my banana leprosy children

Capture the moment. Fish drought sometimes "mixed" about 1-2 fingers. Called "chaos" because the hump looks puffed up, as if it wants to expand completely, but that is just a normal physiological phenomenon, does not mean that the fish will hump. Any child who is well cared for is so chaotic. If at this moment, adding a little more "medicine", the head looks even better!

When I was a child, my head felt chubby, big, 2 or 2.5 fingers came up, I thought it was delicious, but from 2.5 fingers to maturity, it was still the same. That's why King ... on the new market has a sky-high price, but every child who goes up as an adult, the price should be equal to the current king and many players.

Pressing size. Squeezing the size of the fish will help your head look more bulky than usual. The way to do it is also easy, instead of feeding 2-3 meals / day, it is reduced to 1 meal only. Feed with pellets for easy dosage adjustment. Squeezing the size (under 2 fingers) also helps your fish look "young", full of continents and still has potential on the head. Beware of broken size, only water can drop the field. If your fish have big eyes, thin body, lumpy shape, dorsal and anal fins are long, then that means you are successful.

Photography skills. Taking a photo of the fish pointing up slightly up or down slightly, especially shooting from the back will cause the fish's head to float slightly. In fact, there are better shooting angles, when observing a series of images you will notice this.

Size Chau, full color nè! We all know that stimulants use hormones, but "what drugs, where to buy and how to use them?". Fortunately, in this field, there is a handful of discus, who write a book that reveals the whole secret: soak 20-30 mg of testosterone in 200 liters of water for 2 days. Testosterone is a medicinal herb for tilapia, you can find it at a culture center. This is also a game for cockfighting measure-ping, I mean you can get medicine from many sources.

* The purpose of the upper hand is to select potential discus fish, eliminating the rest to save prey. If you want to stimulate the fish bowl, you have to experiment by mixing it into the food, not soaking every day? Otherwise you can use TOP, which already has medicine already. In my opinion, the best application is to stimulate fish fry, fresh fish with corn grain that has been cooked.

* There are several things to note: overdose will cause infertility in males. Also be careful to wear gloves not to let the drug seep through the skin or put it in the mouth lest "atrophy". Hormone immersion also causes your fish to be young, but dorsal and anal fins are as long as adult fish. This is also easy, just use the scissors to finish it, the time it grows back only.

* With "click", there will be "drop". If the continuation is still dropped but dull, it can be re-kicked. In case the string is "stripped" due to genetics, then give up.

* Red size: use Carophyll or shrimp, this way everyone knows. Maybe hormones like hCG will help a little more (according to the red-skin-stretch rule)? You guys try it.

* The essence of chau is purine. It is found in animal organs, such as beef heart. If you want to make the continent thicken, you can give the fish many of these dishes, but not as quickly as hormones.

When taking medicine, it affects more or less the health of the fish. But if you want to click, you have to accept that. Good luck!

Arhat fish were imported to Vietnam with a rich variety of types and colors with impressive names such as Hoang Kim, Red Dragon, Blue Dragon, Kim Hoa, Kingkamfa ... Speaking of Arhat, many people did not hesitate to say that it was a beautiful, powerful fish, and it was worth keeping. Each line of fish has its own characteristics, but the current Arhat market and hobby is experiencing many fluctuations. You can keep the sea buckthorn in the aquarium.

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contains: slight foodplay, light d/s

Donghae narrow his eyes in suspicion. “What is this?” he asks, gesturing to the plates of food in front of him and the lack of utensils available for them.

Hyukjae smiles, eyes bright with mischief. “Your lunch.”

“Then where are the spoon and chopsticks?” he demands, his forefinger tapping on the dinning room table impatiently. Donghae’s defense and general suspicion has been up since it was announced early this morning that Hyukjae was going to join him for lunch and the feeling of paranoia hasn’t left him ever since.

Lee Hyukjae doesn’t just do lunch date, let alone on a Tuesday. There must be something to this.

“Here,” Hyukjae says, moving arm that was resting on the table to reveal a pair of chopstick and a spoon place next to his plate.

Donghae reaches over to grab them but Hyukjae takes hold of his hand and pushes it away. “Nope,” Hyukjae says, the word is firm and as resounding as any ‘no’ that Donghae had ever heard coming from Hyukjae’s mouth. “ These aren’t meant for you. ”

Donghae glowers, retracting his hand back to his lap like a chasten child. “How am I suppose to eat then?” he snaps, hunger making him cranky even as he make no attempt to grab the available utensils again. There are lessons that bare no repeating. “With my bare hands?!”

Hyukjae grins, teeth peeking through in a smile that’s downright dirty and not the slightest bit attractive Donghae assures himself, as he pick up a piece of galbi in front of them with his chopstick and lifts it toward the direction of Donghae’s mouth pointedly.

Donghae eyes widen as a flush of indignant heat stain his cheeks in realization of what Hyukjae had intended for this particular lunch date. “I’m not a child, I don’t need to be spoon fed,” he argues.

“I didn’t say you were,” Hyukjae says, the corner of lips twitch as he places the galbi back to its plate and the chopstick down on his small rice bowl. “The only utensils that are available are these and they’re mine.” He flashes Donghae a meaningful grin and Donghae doesn’t have to guess to know where this is heading. “I’m not letting you use them, so you either eat your food today by my hand or—”

“Or what, you’re going to starve me?” Donghae says dryly, rolling his eyes.

Hyukjae gives Donghae an unimpressed look. “Or,” he continues undeterred, his brow lifting up in challenge, “as you had brought up earlier, you can eat with your bare hands.”

“What,” Donghae says, jumping out of his chair in outrage. “What?!”

Hyukjae shakes his head. “Sit down, Donghae, please,” he says, and the please shouldn’t as foreboding as it does to Donghae’s ears. “I don’t want to have to repeat myself twice.”

Donghae glares at Hyukjae with enough force to put hole through him as slowly drops back down to his seat.

Hyukjae extends his hand out toward the table and gesture to the first dish on it, a plate of marinated grilled rib with sesame seeds. “The galbi is warm but not too hot so you can grab it with your hands without burning yourself.” Then, his hand moves toward a bowl of milky white soup with bones in it. “The ox bone soup is light enough you can drink it from the rim and when you finished, you can eat the ox bones from the bowl.” Finally, his hands wave over the large bowl of white rice situated in the middle of the rest of the other dishes. “I can scoop a share of rice and place it in your bowl. And if you are feeling shy about it, know that it is common in other parts of your world to eat rice with your hands so you don’t have to feel so alone in that endeavor.”

“So if you so choose to, you can eat all your meals with your hands. It’s all possible and easy to do,” he continues, building his defense up brick by brick till there’s an insurmountable wall in front of Donghae like they are at court and Donghae is the one on trial. “But if it’s all too much for you, I can feed you instead.”

Donghae flicks his gaze toward the table of food and feels annoyance pricking at the back of his head. This would explain why today’s lunch isn’t a full set of meals with plenty of side dishes and preparation done like he is used to see from the kitchen staff. It’s simple and a little too plain, and that alone should have triggered some alarm in Donghae’s head since he had first lay eyes on the table.

Donghae snorts derisively. “You really have thought this one out,” he points out, having caught onto Hyukjae’s masterful deception. Donghae hasn’t been with Hyukjae that long but long enough to know that Hyukjae is annoyingly good at placing what like options down in front of people and letting think they have a choice when they don’t know whatever they chose Hyukjae had already decided for them.

It’s absolutely maddening and beyond frustrating.

“Did I?” Hyukjae hums, amusement alight in his voice.

The manipulative sly bastard, Donghae curses Hyukjae out in his head.

Donghae looks at the table once more and then back toward Hyukjae’s content face and knows he’s cornered. He sighs and consider his ‘options’, which aren’t much really when he doesn’t know which is more humiliating, eating out of his own hands like some ill-manner brute or letting Hyukjae spoon feed like a helpless child. Normally, his pride wouldn’t let him give in to Hyukjae, not when any sort of defeat feels like admittance of weakness and lack of foresight on his part but the idea of letting his pride get the better of him and sinking to a level that he rather not debase himself with.

He close his eyes and reluctantly opens his mouth in answer.

“Good?” he hears Hyukjae ask as he feels a press of meat pass his lips.

Donghae chews and swallows down a mouthful of juicy marinated beef. On the bright side of this terrible one sided mind game with Hyukjae, the food is actually good, terrifyingly so as though it’s mean to lower his sense of security.

He opens his eyes and nods, staring at Hyukjae’s amused smile.

“More?” Hyukjae asks.

Donghae nods again, leaning in closer for another bite but Hyukjae suddenly pulls back. “No,” he says firmly, and there’s a teasing glint in his eyes. “Your answer, I want to hear you say it this time.”

Donghae frowns and drops his gaze, looking at down at his lap in reprieve as shame coils deeply in his stomach and his heart bangs loudly against his rib cage. The words formulate itself in his head and his lips part but nothing come out. He tries again and the words died on his tongue before it can escape. Donghae sucks in deep breath—in and out, in and out—and gather up all his strength and glass courage then he looks up, a red hot wave of shame and anticipation coursing through him. “Please, sir,” he says, quick and half a beat from shyness. “May I have more?”

Hyukjae smile only grows and he looks please as he spoon feeds Donghae another piece of galbi, this one larger than the last.

“One day I won’t have to coax these words out from you, but it’ll fall from your lips thoughtlessly and unbidden as you breathe,” Hyukjae says casually, as though as it was an afterthought, not meant to be heard or taken seriously, but somehow it sounds like a threat and a promise all at once.

Donghae swallows around the galbi in his mouth, his heart racing in rabid succession.

“So messy,” Hyukaje murmurs suddenly. “Here.” He leans in, face pressing closer till Donghae’s a breath away from him. His thumb swiping the BBQ sauce off the corner of Donghae’s lips and Donghae freezes at the contact as though his body couldn’t decide what to react to first, Hyukjae closing in on him or the fact that Hyukjae’s had just touch him so casually as though Donghae’s personal boundary crumble before him.

The place where Hyukjae touched tingles and Donghae couldn’t even spare a thought to process that when Hyukjae stares down at his thumb stained by the residue of Donghae’s messy eating before drawing it back toward his own lips. Donghae doesn’t even think as he makes a grab for the thumb and pops it in his mouth instead, as though that was the better option, tongue carefully licking all the traces of the sauce from Hyukjae’s flesh before depositing Hyukjae’s thumb with last tentative lick of sweet and salt mixture of skin and BBQ sauce.

He looks up just in time to catch the look of surprised and something dark and intentful on Hyukjae’s face before he immediately schools away to cool indifference.

Donghae takes a second to gloat at having the upper hand on Hyukjae for once but it was at his own humiliating expense when the realization of what he had done instead hits him hard. He may have won this battle but he had already lost the war. “That wasn’t, I—” he flushes, shaking his head. “I didn’t think that one through,” he admits with great hesitant and defeat notes in his voice.

Hyukjae smirks, the hand retreating back to his side. “Clearly.”

Donghae wants to crawl under the dinning table and die, let them bury his body here because Donghae is the King of Self-Sabotage. Hyukjae doesn’t even need to harness his weapon of sly words and carefully manipulation when Donghae is just so good at throwing himself onto Hyukjae’s sword.

“Perhaps, we’ll try with just my hand next time we have lunch,” Hyukjae muses and at the complete horror stricken expression on Donghae’s face, he smiles, “but maybe not that soon in the future. You’ll need to time to recover from this I believe.”

#eunhae #fic snippet #fic: debellatio #omggggggggggggggg it's DONE #sorry sorryyyy #meant to post this yest but i stared at it for 3 straight hrs and wrote like 12 words before falling asleep #////o\\\\#W/e it's done now #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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