#what is this new strawberry shortcake??? the old one was FINE!!!

[nightfallsolace]

Our Little Secret// Hanma Shuji x Reader  || Chapter 2

in which (Y/n) Ryuguji Draken’s little sister, has a hidden affair with one of their enemies, Hanma Shuji.

The music was blasting trough your headphones, you knew if someone walked into your room they would hear the raging music all the way from the door frame. You didnt want to lower the volume, it was perfectly fine. Yes sure there was a risk that you could potentially go deaf but thats only pontential, it wont come true anytime soon. Yet despite not wanting to lower the volume you had to anyways, after all your older brother could knock at the door at any given moment and tough the sound would be lowered by the sensual moans in the room beside you, there was still thatslight chance and you didnt want to worry your dear brother.

While you were turning down the volume a notification popped up on the top of the screen, the contact read "Wanna be Annabelle" and you groaned not wanting to deal with that Wednesday Addams rip-off

"Hey (n/n) wanna go and hangout? "

You scoffed at his audacity, seriously? In broad daylight he'd invite you to fight when he knows youd rather jump off a cliff now than let yourself be known, it'd ruin the years of eefort of concealing the fact you werent just some clumsy little girl hiding behind his big strong brother's back. The three dots appeard on the bottom left of the screen as another message popped up

"i know youve read my message :)"

As much as you wanted to leave the man on read you couldn't because he knew who you really were and any day now he could tell your dear old precious older brother, and he wouldnt actually belive a word rannabelle would say he would still give the benefit of doubt, Ken-chin's a brute but hes not stupid.

"and by hang out you mean go and dislodge some joints? why should I accept your invite? What even will i get from this?"

Sent.

"dont be mad princess you know i wouldn't invite you for a friendly beat up session with no proper excuse"

There was a pause  before the phone rang the iconic "ding"

"The group's harassed alot girls in the area bannering around their petty little title and evn used me and Rin-rin's name, CAN YOU BELIVE IT? THE AUDACITY THOSE ASSHOLES HAVE--

Anyways im sure youd love to beat them up due to their background, and to top it all off,  they've been collecting money from old ladies off the street"

Your face contoured in disgust and anger, they even targeted GRANNIES?? DO THESE MEN HAVE NO HEART??

"fine, but when i get there i better have a (favorite drink) and starberry shortcake with the extra jam and cream or im shoving your batton up your ass.

Meet me at our usual cafe. "

Sent.

Read.

" ah yes, there's the woman with anger issues ive grown to love"

You scoffed with disbelief

"atleast I havent been charged with murder."

You didnt wait for a reply and got up to get ready, throwing on some cloud spun stockings and a a pretty pink skirt, putting on a cycling for extra measure to make sure no would could peek. You quickly did your eyeliner and applied a heavy coating of strawberry lip balm cause your lips were dry as hell and it was starting to hurt.

You threw on the sweater your brother had given you a few months back as a congratulations present for being the top student in your class, it was a nice shade of pastel yellow and had a few blue and pink accents here and there. You grabbed one of your wigs and a cap gently placing it in your bag.

You sent a text your older brother saying you'll be going to Roppongi and will be back before midnight and got a "ok, stay safe, message me when you get there." as a reply.aWith that done you walked you way to the nearest train station greeting a few classmates along the way. You made pyour way to the counter to purchase a ticket and wait for a solid 5 minutes before the train to Roppongi was called, the train was pretty croweded considering it was the weekends and there was a new shopping mall that just oppened in the area.  It was suprisingly quick considering the travel time was normay longer and slower, you got off the train not before helping an old lady get to the platform.

You walked trough the busy streets of Roppongi passing several small stalls and a few several malls, the streets were busy and loud, music blasting from each store front the boisterous music competing in volume trying its best to attarct the most customers, even in the day this place is always so loud and livey. You stopped at a cafe in the near outskirts of the main city, it was less loud and had more of a calm feel to it, youd prefer this place than the city anyday. As you got closer to the cafe you spotted a man with long black hair with bleached accents stiiting under one of the purple parasols shading the tables and chairs outside the cafe, instead of his normal pigtails, his hair was held up in an elegant bun and wore a fold framed non-perscription glasses. You called out to the man and he shot a look your way

"Ah there you ar-"

"my food?"

"yeah yeah here" the man handed you a bag of (f/d) and strawberry shortcake with extra jam and cream

"good" you opened the bag to inspect the contects to see if it actually had extra cream and jam, and once you finished you smiled satisfied. "thank you"

His face showed pure "genuine" shock "You?! Thanking me?! Oh my i must be dreaming, have you had a change of heart? Oh ive been blessed!" he dramatically put his hand on his mouth and prentented to faint "someone catch me this is to overwhelming!" he fell backwards and you had to catch him despite your raging urge to let him fall. "get up Ran you're heavy" you push him upwards to help him stand up and he stood with a huff and brushed himself off even tough he didnt even fall.

"where's Rin? You said looking around "I tought he'd be here" Ran scoffed in disbelief "Wow im the one whos standing right here beside you and you look for my brother? Im hurt (n/n) "  you shook your head and took out the (f/d) from the bag opening the can

"well thats because his attitude is more tolerable than yours" 

Before he could have time to reply you dragged him out of the cafe's property and led him to the alley near by.

"enough folling around I plan on tending to my plants before going home, where are the guys you were talking about" he pulled out his phone and searched for a bit before placing the phone in your hands, "thats where they usually are, i got it from some residents around here" you looked at the picture and the coordiantes "and how are we going to get there?" he smiled big and toothy

"I tought youd never ask, were taking my bike" you took your bag and pulled out the wig and cap you brought "I tough so" you tied your hair up and put on the cap, placing the wig and appliying a bit of wig glue around the rim to make sure it wont fall of during the ride.

"kay im done let's go" the two of you walked to where his bike was parked back at the cafe, he got on the bike and revved it up and signalled you to hop on. The two of you sped trough the streets of roppongi

"AH- PLEASE-" you stomped on the man's nose as his blood gargled in his nose as he struggled to breath. 

"please? Pathetic, look at you begging for me to stop, to listen to your pleas, but tell me, did you listen to all those women who said no?" you crouched down to reach the man's height 

"did you listen when they told you that it hurt, or was uncomfortable with what you were doing?" the man stayed silent, his breathing was ragged and rough.

" i asked you a question." a hard blow landed on the mans stomach as he wheezed in pain, unable to scream due to the damage done to his body. 

"NO- I DIDNT-- IM SOR-" a painful smack hit him across the face. 

" it shouldnt be me you should be apologizing to, its all the women youve hurt and scared" you looked at Ran and answered as if he already knew what you were thinking. 

" no i dont have the women's adresses or names, i never received any info on it" you frowned dissapointed

"well i guess we'll just have to end this guys misery dont we?" he smiled at you and looked blankly at the man

 " you do the honors"  the man panic thinking this would be the last moment he would breath, but in reality you were just going to make him pass out, unlike ran you were "merciful" to those you beat up. You punched his face hard and blunt knocking him out. 

"my job here is done, drive me to the station?"

"whats the magic word? ~" the man sang annoyingly, you really really wanted to punch this guy's guts right now and leave him cold and passed out but you didnt wnat to walk to the train station. You chcked the time on your watch and the clocked flashed 4:45, it was pretty decent since you left at around 10 in the morning. You sighed defeated really not wanting to walk. 

"Ran will you please drive me to the station?" he smiled content, "alright". 

You got on his bike and he sped his way trough the streets ince again and dropped you off at the station. The two of you bid your goodbyes and you had told him to say hi to Rindou for you, he simply smiled and left. The ride home was tahnkfully peaceful, you had wipped your shoes and removed your wig at the stations bathroom and discarded the tissues in the bin. You opened your phone to find several missed calls from your older brother. 

"shit I forgot to text him" you muttered under your breath. You called him and sent apologetic looks to the people around you, bowing at them because of the ruckus you'll cause. 

"hello? Aniki?" you kept your voice hushed and low. 

"are you ok? you didnt text me and i was starting to get worried" you smiled at his reaction, your brother was a man that had a tough facade, which scared people, it made them think he was just a mean gangster, but in reality, he was extrenly kind and caring to those he loves and holds dear. 

"yes im ok, im sorry for not texting you when i got there, i forgot" he sighed relieved. 

"its alright just make sure to get home safe" "dont worry I will, i gotta hang up im on the train, love you"

"love ya to (n/n) keep safe" a long beep was heard as he hung up, you once again bowed and sent apologetic bows to the people in the train and they simply bowed back, well more like nodded but what is is what it is. You got off the train and walked your way towards one of the nearby beaches where you had set up your own makeshift garden, it was littered with nightshades and foxgloves, which you sold after you processed it extracting its poision and seeling it a pretty decent price. Was it illegal? Yes, yes it was, could it pottentially get you in trouble? Yes, yes it could, and could it pottentially be a gateway to a more darker path in life presumably in the mafia of a larger crime gang? Yes, yes in fact. 

You turned left to where the big stone which was hiding the plants only to see a man standing in the patches of nightshades and foxgloves. You stopped in your tracks, usually no one was there, infact, the only person who ever came there was you. Maybe it was the fact that it was a pretty secluded area, and the fact that atleast 6 murders happened there, including the nightshade poisoning incident, people were advised not to go. But there stood a figure looming in the darkness, you were readey to fight as you got closer you were able to make up who was the man standing in your garden, and there he was, in all his glory Hanma Shuji. 

[duchessghosttiger]

Bill Cipher x Reader - Prologue

//Narrator’s p.o.v//  

Right now, you are inside your house in Japan. You are talking with one of your close friends, Hitoshi Kaneko, and Akari Miwa. His English name is Jackson. And her English name is Rose. You hand picked their English names, yourself. They respect you as both a person and a detective. So they will usually call you, senpai or Y/n - sama to be respectful and polite. And you also like them and respect them too. You have been friends with them when you first got into contact where you stayed at Winchester, England, which was more than 20 years ago. 

Flashback in y/n p.o.v

I was walking through the road of Winchester towards the new bakery that opened up 6 weeks ago. And, it has been over a year since I got here, and over a year since my aunt abandoned me here. Well, at least it’s nice here, better than America, where she’s going. Well, it rains more here, not like I’m complaining. I enjoy it. I also enjoy some tea with 8 cubes of sugar in it and strawberry shortcake which I’m going to get at the new bakery. I have enough money, that could last me at least 4 to 6 months if I spend it wisely. And, I can’t get more money, because I’m not the right age. I’m only 7 years old, but I have enough intelligence to pass as a college student. 

I finally got to the bakery, and I opened a door. 

I walked up to the front of the line, there was no one there besides the bakery worker girl and three other customers. 

“Hello,” I said. “I’d like to order something.” 

“Oh! Hello, welcome to sweetie mochi’s bakery, how may I serve you.” The girl at the counter said with a closed eye smile. 

When the girl opened her eyes she was surprised to see a child standing in front of her. 

 “Where are your parents?” She asked, still shocked. 

“Not in this country.” I said. 

“Oh? Do you know where they are?” 

“America.” I said boredly. But in reality, I do not know. 

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“I have money.” I say. 

“Oh, what do you want?” 

“Can I have a tea with 8 cubes of sugar in it, and a strawberry shortcake, please?” 

“Of course!” She says while making the tea. 

“So where are you staying, if you have no parents with you?” 

“Oh, uhhh.” 

“Do you have no place to stay?” She questioned. 

“Well, no I do not.” 

“I know some one who does.” She says excitedly. “He’s one of the usual customers I have that comes everyday since this bakery opened up 6 weeks ago. I can introduce you to him for you. He opened up a house for boys and girls like you, I bet you will like it there.” 

“Okay, you can introduce us.” I say. “But no promises I will go with him.” 

“Sure, fine by me.” She takes out a jar of sugar cubes. “Now, you said you wanted 8 cubes of sugar, correct?” 

“Yes, that’s correct.” I confirmed. “When does this guy comes by?” 

“He usually comes by around 23:00 PM to 26:00 PM.” She says. “What’s your name?” 

“My parents called me Y/n.” 

“Ok, Y/n!” 

(Time-Skip)

It is now 25:16, and someone came in. It was a man, it could be that person that the girl was talking about a few hours ago. 

And I was right, like usual. 

“Salut, madame.” He says. “I’d like my usual. Please.” 

His voice sounded tired. 

“Of, course! One dark roast with 1 pump caramel and 1 pump vanilla coming up!” She says going to get the cup. “Hey Y/n, can you do me a favor and start getting the caramel and vanilla?” She asked. 

“Sure thing.” I said looking around for them. It was on the side where all of the add on condiments are, next to some plain, and other flavor of bagels and the doughnuts. I picked up the caramel and vanilla add on flavoring, and walked up to the nice lady working here. I handed them to her and said, “Here you go, Onna.” 

“Why I didn’t know you spoke Japanese!” She exclaimed while giggling. “I’m half Japanese myself! Well, at least you are polite.” 

“I didn’t know you had a child working here.” The man, chuckled. 

“Oh, right!” Onna says. “This is Y/n! She’s new.” 

“I’m not new, I’ve been here for a year.” 

“What?!” Exclaimed Onna. “You’ve been here for a year? Where did you live?” 

“Oh, I lived at a nearby hotel.” 

“Y/n can come live with me and the others.” The man claimed. 

“That’s what I was thinking too, Mr. André.” 

Otoko no hito.”I say. “Konnichiwa.” 

“Hello to you too, Y/n.” 

“You know Japanese too?” 

“A little bit, yeah.” Mr. André said nodding his head. 

(Time-Skip) 

After a little bit of talking I decided to go with him to his house. I mean, it’s not like my parents or my aunt will notice. 

I was slightly worried that I wouldn’t fit in, and it looks like André noticed because he said, 

“Don’t worry Y/n, you will fit right in, and I bet you that they all will love you.” André smiled while he drove there. 

After a few more minutes we have arrived at his house. 

The sign on his house read: Mr. André’s Abnormal Home

The lettering was in cursive. 

The moment when he opened the door for us, there was a loud ringing, letting everyone inside know that someone was inside, and of course they suspected it to be Mr. André. 

“Mr. André! Mr. André! Your back!” A girl with strawberry blonde hair said. “Oh! And he brought someone with him! Perhaps a new friend!” 

“Yes, Yes,” He says, “Akira, this is Y/n, and Y/n this is Akira, and yes Akira she’s here to stay.” 

“Yay! A new friend!” Akira yelled. 

“Jeez, Akira your so loud.” A new voice said. 

The new voice sounded like a younger boy, much like the girl standing right next to you.

“Hey, that’s rude!” Exclaimed Akira, offended. 

“It isn’t rude, it’s the truth, Akira.” He said, rolling his eyes. 

“So?!” Akira questioned, very offended. 

“Whatever.” Again, he rolled his eyes. 

“Now, now, no fighting while we have someone new present.” André says, splitting them apart. 

“Now, Y/n this boy here is Hitoshi.” He said. “Say hi Hitoshi.” 

“Hi.” 

“Hello.” I said.  

Flashback ended

//Y/n p.o.v//

That was how I met a few of my best friends. We all live in my house in Japan. My house can fit up to 10 people, but we all agreed to keep it only to ourselves. 

“Hey, Rose.” I addressed. “Can I have some tea?” 

“Sure thing! Senpai!” 

She went off to make me my tea. 

“Hey, Y/n,” My other friend, Hitoshi or Jackson called me. 

“Yes?” 

“How is that case coming up, detective?” Jackson questioned. 

“Oh, it’s going good, I’m pretty sure I just found our lead.” 

“Oh really, who do you suspect?” 

“A girl named Alice Jewel, I suspect being the murder.” 

“How sure, are you?” 

“I’m 86% sure that she’s the murder.” 

“Why do you suspect her.” 

“Well, 1) she keeps buying new cleaning supplies and new of the same clothing she usually wears 2) she lives near where the murder kills and hides the bodies 3) she usually wears white gloves with a tiny speck of blood on them 4) she only ever goes out of her house at midday and midnight, to find her victims and then kill them at night 5) and when she does go out of the house she goes into the alleyways and then she drops by the bar to get some sake before she goes out killing which explains the markings on the victim which leaves out marks that she was struggling to keep it a straighter line 6) one of those nights when she went out killing, she forgot that she left her hair-spiral hair tye and also left her knife behind leaving her fingerprints on it 7) Alice and the killer both have a medical background, experience with making the right movement to get the job done. And finally 8) Alice’s appearance matches up with the killers, there was a few witnesses in her neighborhood that was still awake and saw Alice killing her victims, and no other suspect that the police force mentioned could be the killer matches up with the killer’s appearance, except Alice. That’s how I know that Alice Jewel is in fact the murder.” 

“Wow, you really are the best detective.” He said amazed. 

“I’m almost done writing the report out.” I say, finishing editing the report on the computer. 

“Hey, Y/n-sama, I finally finished making your tea.” Rose said, coming into the office. She set the tea down next to me. 

“Arigatou, Rose.” 

“Your welcome!” 

Right when I finished the report, I got a call. (Incoming call)

“Hey guys, I’m going to take this,” I say standing up.  “can one of you upload my report? Thanks.” I said stepping out into the hallway. 

I checked the caller’s name. It was my Aunt Laura. 

Wonder what she wants, I thought, while accepting the call. 

(Y/n, Aunt Laura) 

(Call Accepted✅)

Hello? 

Oh, hello, mon ange. 

What’s the sudden call, Laura? 

I just wanted to hear you. See how you are doing.

No, what’s the real reason? 

I just wanted to see if you would take a break from work and come visit me for the whole summer. 

Hm, alright I’ll be there soon, auntie.

Alright, thank you, mon chérie, I’ll see you soon. 

Yeah, bye. 

Bye, Y/n.

Oh, yeah, do you still know that I am going by Liv Bright while in public. 

Yes, I still know that, and when you get here I have a surprise for you. 

Au revoir, Laura

Au revoir, ma bichette 

(Call Ended)

I already know where Aunt Laura lives. She lives in Gravity Falls. Which coincidentally you’ve been there a few times with Wendy. Which Wendy also lives there. 

“Well, it looks like I will be going to Gravity Falls.” 

“What’s that?” My future successor said. 

“A place in Oregon, that no one knows about, except when you pass by it and also its population.” 

“Cool can we come along?” She pointed to Jackson and herself. 

“Sure, we got enough money, for the flights.” I say. “We’ll probably have to take our private jet there.” 

“Sure, fine by us, I guess.” 

“Great.” I said. “Well we better start packing because we leave tomorrow afternoon.” 

“Okay!” 

[streets-in-paradise]

Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Childhood Friend!Reader - Part 6

Masterlist

Word Count + 6 K

Warnings: Pretty much the same warnings of the previous chapter. 

Summary: Too many findings for one day leave you confused and emotionally exhausted, but when the night approaches you come to Andy with an offer he can't reject.

Notes: Sorry for taking so long with the upload, I had a bit of a writer’s block derived on how much i wanted to write this part. I got too perfectionist during the writing process and that delayed me a lot. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​ 

“CHUCKY HAS A WIFE?” You wondered out loud, in horror. “ HOW?” 

Andy hated to drop that specific piece of information to you like that, especially after the very personal conversation you had. It happened only because you were resting back at your home and he wanted to make a flattering joke about your acting when circumstances forced you to pretend to be his wife, only that he forgot that for it to work you had to know about Tiffany. 

“ Shit… Sorry… I didn’t mean to… I mean, so many years have passed and there are certain things I normally don’t have to over explain. Mostly because I don’t talk about this with anybody. I… just… forgot you haven’t been around.” He apologized, some of the cute nervously returning because he was afraid of screwing things up. “ It’s complicated, but yes. Believe it or not, he is married.” 

“ So…, Strawberry Shortcake or Raggedy Ann? Which brand is she?” 

He had no idea of where to start, but at least your jokes managed to keep him motivated. 

“ That is the blurry part. As far as I know she was a woman, his old partner in crime back when he was the boogeyman on the news…” 

“ … The Lake Man. “ You cutted him off to correct.`` I created my own childish mythology around him and I beg you to respect it. In the field of initial education we have created a term, those are called children theories and are really important. He was not the boogeyman, but maybe he could have been friends with the boogeyman.`` 

“ Fine, whatever. The point is that the Lake Man had a Lake Lady that we were unaware of.” Andy recalled, returning to the original track of the conversation. “ She was human, then he killed her so she got inside a doll, then woman back again. Her name is Tiffany Valentine and she is the bitch that keeps bringing him back no matter how many times he gets killed.” 

The much needed explanation frustrated you. Not because of its content, but in the implications. 

“ Crazy, isn’t it? That asshole gets to have someone by his side at the end of the day. He is married to this woman that drags him out of the mud while we are too broken to keep a relationship.” You commented, trying not to sound exactly as bitter and disappointed as you were feeling. “ When I think about Chucky and I do it as an adult, not as the little girl I was, there is only one thing I found that somehow brings me comfort. I wonder how miserable life must be in that doll body. “

What you had to say wasn’t easy to admit, but it was your truth. 

“Before you came back to tell me about how he supposedly embraced that form, I would twirl my mind around the desperation he had when he was willing to take you in order to escape. Consider that plan seriously: the dysphoria regarding age would have driven him even more insane, he would have been a man trapped in the body of a kid. Think of Claudia from ‘Interview with the Vampire’, that would have been his fate for a good chunk of years… and he killed trying to get that. Why? He wanted to be human, I get it. But what truly means to be human?“ 

He was silent, attentive to your quasi philosophical spite ramble. 

“ Humanity is social and the doll is like being a ghost with extra steps, nobody really sees you. I convinced myself with this idea of a lonely Chucky who's already broken mind gets progressively damaged by the extreme isolation in his form of life. A Chucky that can’t really talk to anyone over the age of ten, a Chucky that cloned himself into multiple dolls so he could get some freaking adult company. I want to think he didn’t embrace the doll, but resigned to his curse. He is the only one in his species, a sort of Gollum or Bigfoot… A Frankenstein monster, and I was enjoying imagining that was his punishment for what he did to us… Turns out he isn’t alone and he isn’t paying shit.” 

The theory was fascinating, Andy felt sorry for ruining it for you because it was deeply disturbing at a psychological level. A creative punishment that he didn’t consider before due to the lack of introspection on his own acquired isolation. Chucky ending up alone just like him, made a loner through his own lifestyle after he ruined his chances for a normal social life. 

It was too good, he himself wished he could get convinced of it. For so, he focused on bringing in points to keep it standing despite some refutative facts. 

“ I told you he is married, never said he is happy. You already know the act is not an automatic recipe for domestic bliss.” 

“ Don’t sugarcoat it for me.” You complained right away. “ You can’t throw a ‘ he seems to be doing better than us but in fact he is miserable’ card now. I’m not buying it.” 

“ What if I tell you that his wife is trapped in your worst nightmare?” He pointed out, knowing that part would make you feel vindicated. “ I sincerely think Chucky doesn’t love her, they are together because he needs her. Tiffany is more a minion than a wife: he keeps her for convenience either for his evil plans or simply to have someone around. She may be aware of that or not, but that woman is giving a lot for a man who doesn’t give a shit about her. Every once in a while he gets tired of her and things get really ugly.“ 

Despite the affirmation getting a shy half smile from you, it didn’t end your skepticism. There was no possible situation you could imagine happening where Andy could have veridically got so much information about the marital life of Chucky. How many hours of talking would that require? No fight could have lasted so much, not with his characteristic quickness of movements. 

Chucky liked to talk with his hostages, you did remember that. He talked a lot with you, he even told you that story about the woman he hurted the same way he intended to hurt your mother. You couldn’t know for sure that was true, but he was damn serious about it and you believed him. He clearly had no issues about telling disturbingly intimate things to the poor fools he would capture. 

“ You sound like some trusting co-worker of many years used to hear him bitch about his wife all day.” 

He had no confessable explanation for that, so he seeked to conclude by bringing the chat back to the joke that started it all. 

“ My point stands: our fake marriage is better than theirs.” 

“ Your sister may say you are bad at acting, but there is at least one role that you have always played perfectly since we were kids. “ Was your sweet comeback. “ I got a bit jealous of my character, you know? What a lucky girl, she is married to a handsome guy who adores her. The bad part is that she was pregnant and that made me feel sick, but the rest was dreamy.” 

The praise felt a bit too deep, as intense as it was from your part. Even if you were just teasing him as a mock, Andy loved it. 

“ Pregnancy aside, i hope you where comfortable playing pretend with me.” 

You weren’t hiding anymore, at least not from intentionality. 

“ I enjoyed playing her, that man she got is the whole package. If he was single, I would date him in a heartbeat but I wouldn't get in between because I am not a homewrecker… What a wonderful guy, I wonder where can I get one like him.” 

“ Well, he has learned his lesson after ignoring her for his friend on his birthday.” 

The flirting began to be obvious enough for him to start thinking he could have a chance with you, but he was just too neurotic to enjoy of that without worrying for the many times in which he had fucked things up with other women. He didn’t want to ruin whatever he seemed to be doing good with you, his brain freezing while seeing you staring at him post reaction to the joke wondering if that was a good moment to confess.

Unfortunately, he waited too long and the arrival of his sister interrupted the moment.

“ Tell her about Jennifer Tilly. People tend to trust celebrities so she has to be aware.” 

That part was the weirdest and it surely got the less composed reaction from you. Contrary to your exhaustive elaboration on your wishes for Chucky’s suffering, you were unapologetically dumb to the bizzarre tale. Apparently, his wife was living the fabulous life of an actress she possessed, which ruined the point Andy had regarding her struggles that were supposed to make you feel some sense of justice. 

Your mother got married to a man who never loved her and their marriage was a source of suffering for you while growing up, but you didn’t have millions of dollars as comfort. However, you felt terrible about the poor woman who was being her victim,which also brought to your mind a perhaps weird question to make. 

“ Andy, look at me and swear it on your mother… No! Better you both swear on Andy’s mother that you will tell me the truth.” 

You sounded so serious that no one would have dared to do otherwise. Kyle put a hand on her chest and encouraged her brother to do the same. 

“ Fine,we do it. We swear on Andy’s mother that we will not lie or hide shit to you.”

You stared deathly into their eyes, as if you were evaluating the promise in seek of authenticity proving, then proceed to vent your doubt.

“ Has anyone, I repeat, ANYONE… played a Freaky Friday on Jamie Lee?”  

The siblings stared at each other, unable to believe that was the issue that they had to deal with from your part. You were just worried about the Halloween actress because you were a fan. 

“ Don’t worry, she is fine.” Andy answered first. “ As far as we know, Miss Tilly is the only famous person being unwillingly dragged into the mess.” 

“ Oww, sweetheart! Is Jamie that important to you? ” Kyle followed. “ I know you like Halloween, but that was pretty drastic. You freaked us out.” 

“ Daphne from Scooby Doo and Jaimie Lee’s Laurie Strode were my role models when growing up, so forgive me for caring a bit too much. “ You attempted to explain, making your audience fear for another ramble. “ Do you know how hard I cried the first time I watched Halloween as a little girl and I saw a grown up girl hiding in a closet that looked just like the one Andy made me hide in? And when the killer got to her and she had to fight? I grew up to that, processing my feelings through her, then she made her comeback a decade later and I saw her behead him. Kyle, I felt peace watching that! Ever since then I know that I want to chop off Chucky’s head. Only that way will I feel strong again.” 

It may be linked to some cathartic moment you got from a movie experience, but your expressed wish of decapitating Chucky was a bit familiar. Kyle directed a complicit but mockfull glance towards her brother and he knew he was going to get teased to no end about that. 

" You forgot you can't behead Chucky, not at least if you want him dead" Andy told you, patiently explaining back that random fact. " That hasn't changed, the body can still move headless and the head can survive bodiless." 

" Forget logic: It was a revenge fantasy. I had control and he would never see me as his weak scared pawn anymore." You defended yourself, then stopped for an instant as a powerful idea was crossing your mind. " What if we could save Miss Tilly? She may not be Jamie Lee, but she deserves better than to be a vessel for Chucky's wife. Besides, she was really funny as the ex wife in ' Liar, Liar'. Was that her acting or was Tiffany playing herself?" 

Andy threw a way too loud chuckle. 

" Save that somewhere, get it written if you need to. it's good enough to distract Chucky, it may save your life someday if you use it to make him lose time talking of her." 

" We don't know any way of saving a person in Jennifer's situation. '' Kyle added back into the core of the point. " Nothing that isn't a mercy kill. All we do is destroy dolls, if the possessed is a person we run out of options."  

"I have proved to you that researching occultism is useful. What if we try it? I have no idea of where to start, but I remember little pieces of exorcism anecdotes my psychic friend told me. Maybe we can start from that." 

" Ríght now I just want you to rest. " Andy replicated. " You had a hard day and I made it worse. " 

" I like when you tell me things, I want to know. You don't have to cover my eyes on the scary parts anymore." 

" Duty of playdate fake husband, I have to take care of you and I actually like to do it. We can deal with that later but you need at least one good night of sleep. I know resting when you know he is out there is hard, but you have to." 

" Trust the expert: Andy is the champion of never sleeping, then collapsing for twelve hours straight. " His sister added, acting properly like the eldest and watcher of his bad habits. " Cut those micro dates you are having while I go to sleep for one night and rest for real, both of you. Tomorrow you can go back to being all over each other." 

" Excuse me? You reacted to the callout even while you knew she was aware of your feelings for Andy. " We are recovering some of the lost time, Chucky ruined our last sleepover." 

" Sure you are. Do you think I haven't heard you sing the Scooby Doo song in the middle of the night? How many cartoons did you watch last night?" 

You stared at each other like mischievous children being nagged. 

" Thanks, Kyle. " Andy replicated. " We will sleep tonight, I promise." 

" And to prove we are being serious, I'm taking the little sleep demon with me so he will stop bothering Andy. " You concluded, then began to search for your cat across the room. " Freddy, it's sleep time!! Leave the friend be for tonight, honey." 

One simple thing Andy had learned about homes with cats through living with you was that inside doors were never closed. Those animals liked to wander around the house in the middle of the night while the owners were asleep and would complain over anything blocking them access to spaces. Whenever you would close the door of your room for privacy reasons, your cat would rush to sit in front of it and patiently wait for it to be opened. If it would take a while for you to do so and he would grow impatient he would even start meowing to try tricking someone else into opening it for him. For so, you acquired the habit of sleeping with your bedroom's door open, which made Andy feel nervous just thinking about that.

At first he couldn't understand how you were able to sleep with a tiny creature moving around your house. The silent steps of your cat following his nocturnal habits, movement only felt through the external noises of things he would stumble with or throw, reminded him of the movements of Chucky in activation mood. Only after a good while of observing your cat and engaging in his world Andy began to understand why that adorable little guy was a great pet for you. 

Freddy was aware of even the most imperceptible changes going on in the house. If anything was moved, he would investigate it to later make it be noticed by the nearest human around. Even the smallest thing out of place would get his attention, making him a living detector for Chucky's home invasion techniques. You didn't get a cat for that purpose, but Andy was glad for your little alarm and happy to be liked by it. However, he was a bit jealous when you told him the story of his arrival. 

That cat was an improvised gift of your last boyfriend, then ex boyfriend, from around the time you started dating.That blond guy in your phone pictures was a firefighter who rescued it , then you adopted the orphan kitty. Despite the many times in which you let him know he was a hero in your eyes, Andy knew he would never be one valued by the community and his duty would never make him bring you any cute things from it. 

It wasn't like he would be able to steal for you an orphan child rescued from Chucky. The foster system sucked, but humans were forced to go through that unlike kitties.

The night wasn't advancing as wished because the couch was starting to feel uncomfortable over the accumulation of sleeping rounds passed on it. Andy still wouldn't dare to complain, he preferred to get back pain as long as he wouldn't have to leave you. Knowing that you were close and he was able to reach you if something would go wrong was tranquilizing, but what he truly loved was simply to be with you. 

Just as he was about to knock himself out ignoring the uncomfortable position a subtle noise awakened him. He was inclined to guess it was once more your cat wandering around, but a soft whisper of your voice made him open his eyes immediately. 

" Andy, Andy? Are you up?" You called for him and smiled when his glance answered for him. " Sorry, I don't wanna .." 

"... It's alright. " He cutted off your excuse with a sleepy voice. " Is something wrong?" 

" ... You know, I was thinking... I am not having a good night and you must be tired of sleeping here...What if you stay in my bed? I have plenty of space for you." You tried to hopelessly make sense of a need that you felt shameful over." We used to do it all the time, so it will not be weird... Ríght?  And Chucky owes us one for the sleepover he ruined.``

You made a brief pause before the conclusion, afraid of what you were about to say. 

" Please, come with me. I don't wanna be alone.." 

The last time you were that close you were little children and you were the one climbing to his bed. He remembered it well, it was the night you experienced the firsts of Chucky's lies. Andy found no reason then to decline the sweet request. After all, it came from the spirit of your childhood friendship. 

Except that you weren't kids anymore and he had feelings for you. 

It had been so long since the last time he got that close with someone and you were old friends who haven't bed shared since childhood. Time passed, feelings had changed: he was so into you and that was eating him up.

Your cute face, that pastel purple nightgown you were wearing in such romantical style and your tendency to constantly seek for his touch were a bad combination if the objective was calming the infatuation. You were so affectionate to him and his love starvation made it hard to concentrate on anything else whenever you would give him a little extra of lovely attention. 

Every touch, for as simple as it was, felt too much,but he couldn't get himself to make you stop. Only once in the entire night he attempted it, when you climbed to the bed after him and gave him a sort of hug that qualified as torture for a lonely man. 

He was there just sitting at the edge of the bed and you came from behind. He felt knees straddling the sides of his body, arms sneaking around him and the soft pressure of your torso against his back. 

" Do you touch me all the time to make sure I am real?"

You chuckled very lightly and pressed a kiss on his cheek popping your head from behind. 

" Would you just let me love you? You always say you want to take care of me, but forget that goes both ways. You want to keep me safe, I want to keep you happy." 

To emphasize your point you took the reasoning one step further. 

"You still mean the world to me, is not just a thing from when we were kids. I know it sounds crazy, but that strong connection we had, how we used to understand each other... I have realized that I still feel it. " 

You delivered the conclusion while resting your head on his chin. 

" Do you feel it too?" 

What he truly wanted to do was confessing he was falling madly in love with you. 

" It feels different, but still the same." Was his hint of a clue. Speaking on riddles was easier than coming to terms with the truth. " I am a happy child when I am with you, but an even happier man."

He felt one of your hands moving up to his chest in what was one of the most intimate acts a woman has had with him. 

" I can feel your heart beating from here... Do you wanna feel mine?"

The beatings were rising like crazy and that time you didn't ignore it. Laying on the bed together, you offered him your body as a heat pillow to hold on for sleepy cuddling and couldn't resist. 

Andy was acting way shier than before and that was understandable. The kid who used to give you bedtime forehead kisses was a man shying away from feeling your heart because he wouldn't want you to think he was getting too touchy. Timid caresses traveling from your hips to your waist while curling around you were the maximum of self initiated touching he allowed himself.  

" ... Do you remember when we used to sleep like this? I can't believe it still feels so ríght. Your face will be the first thing I will see when I wake up, no more monsters. " 

It was a very similar position to one you used to adopt back in a time when sharing a bed meant nothing. Facing each other while sharing the same pillow, giving each other smiles and a mutual childishly cute ' i love you' before closing your eyes because you were the best friends in your little world. 

His kid self would kiss you goodnight so easily, just as he would have kissed his mom or babysitter. Kissing was one of his primary forms of physical affection, proven by how often he used to kiss Chucky's cheek as a naive little boy. 

The Andy from his present had no idea of what to do when having you so close, fearing that his goodnight kiss could only land on your lips and dying for so. He simply couldn't keep his mind straight with your body pressed into him like that, even tho he knew it was the same thing you used to do all the time. 

" It's sad to think I once got a woman killed just to have this..." He heard you comment and got out of the trance. “ All because of some shit on the news.” 

He would never let it go, but it was a good moment to make a bit of peace with his inner child. 

" Maggie's death is not our fault, Chucky manipulated us both. He used your fears against you and made us believe he wanted to be released to look after us for the night." 

" No, Andy. I didn't get him out of your bed because he told me. I did it because I was scared and I wanted you to protect me, not him." 

A truth kept for many years, you simply couldn't tell him that when you were children. 

" It has always been you the one I seeked for affection and protection; I never asked it from Chucky. He used to scare me, even since that night. I only dissimulated when I had to because if you would have known I didn't want to play with him you would have stopped being my friend."

The naive adoration implied fitted with his memories of the little girl you used to be. 

" You suspected there was something wrong but stayed ... just for me?" 

" And I would do it again if I had to. I follow you like a minion. "

He knew exactly from where you came up with that and regretted telling you. 

" God, please... Don't! Tiffany is a cold hearted bitch, don't even joke with being like her."

" I have better taste, the boy i played to marry many years ago still cares for me. " You joked in return before making a serious question " ... Andy, did you wonder what I was like over the years? Did you want to see me again someday?" 

" Sure I did, but I was scared of what, or better said who, I could be bringing with me. I guessed you were fine without me and it was better to keep things that way. " He admitted, the avoidance of your eyes whenever he would feel nervous fading in the act.  

 He was going very serious and wanted to highlight that to you.  

" Whenever in adult life I would remember you, I used to imagine you must have become the wife of someone else. In my mind you had the full happy normal life deal: big house, kids, a dog. I thought your imaginary children didn't deserve to get their dog killed by the evil doll following that dude who used to play with their mother when she was very little."

" Had you ever watch ' Supernatural'? It's básically like Scooby Doo for grown ups and all the monsters are real. I followed one season and had to drop it because it would make me think too much of you. " You playfully confessed. " That's how i used to imagine you and for most i thought it was really crazy on my part..  Kind of unrealistic, just because you fought Chucky as a kid that didn't have to be your entire life even if we know paranormal evil exists." 

The fight did become his entire life, always against the same enemy and continuing for decades. You had no way of knowing that, but perhaps there was a sparkle of that sad perseverance already on him when he was a kid and you figured out he was never going to get over it. 

“ I have never found myself, not in the way you mean. The truth is that Chucky has become the topic my life revolves around.” 

“ It’s alright, you don’t have to be ashamed of that with me. We are … a militar? I think that’s what you are… “ You comforted him, making him laugh a bit to the reminder of how you truly had no idea of what he was doing with his life. “ Let’s say a militar with a hunting hobby and a kindergarten teacher who spends her weekends doing craft work for the class. Besides my job and my sister, my life is still pretty empty. That’s all I have, not much but it is what keeps me going.” 

He made a nodding sound, feeling some of the burden a tiny bit less heavy for the moment thanks to your understandment. 

“ Since it’s confession time and if you don’t mind, there is something I need to get off my chest.” You continued, attempting to finally explain yourself further from your shameful behavior on the house walkthrough with the estate agent. “ When I was alone with him during the kidnap Chucky described to me how he butchered a mother and her unborn child. That’s what I never got over, what I kept to myself and I couldn’t tell you.” 

You weren’t sure of how, but you did your best to continue. 

“ It wasn’t just a threat, Andy. He didn’t say that only because it was an easy way to scare me … When he was telling me he was… he was enjoying himself, like if he was remembering something he loved to do. He did it before, I am convinced of that. Perhaps he would have attacked my family regardless of my abeyance to him.”  

The heaviest part of your explanation was about to come and you wanted to let it flow. It was your intuitive attempt to make some things about you make sense.

" After you left I waited Chucky for years and nothing happened, but i never forgot and my concern was manifested in different ways. The first signs of the phobia appeared when I got my first period. My mom told me that my body was getting ready for when i would be a mother and then it hitted me... I suddenly felt like I knew what Chucky was doing. " 

He didn't interrupt you, but you stopped an instant so you could put your thoughts in order. 

" The memories, the blood coming out of me and the first cramps and the motherhood talk... We didn't let him get to my mom and sister on time, so it occurred to me that he was waiting for me to grow up and become a mom. Then he could kill me with the child, just as he promised that time. I know it was insane, a normal thing to expect was guessing he could be dead for real, or he could have forgotten me. "  

" Chucky never forgets a victim, even less a survivor... And he certainly never dies for real. " Andy pointed out, supporting you from his experience. " You did ríght in imagining something like that, it totally sounds like him. Even if it damaged you and turned out to be a wrong idea, it showed you kept yourself alert. Figuring out the next step of the planning isn't easy when it comes to Chucky, You did your best and I am so proud of you." 

He gave you a forehead kiss, remembrance of your old nocturnal habits. Your answer was settled in the present: caressing his face from his chin up to his cheek tracing the path delicately with the back of your fingers

" At least now I understand why he didn't come back for me earlier." 

He watched you with a wondering expression, almost amused. 

" Really? Why?" 

" On the second time he knew where I lived, but you also did. If Chucky would have returned you would have found the way back and that wasn't convenient for him because he wanted you lonely." 

Some skeptical chuckling came from him to that articulated theory. 

" He has bothered other people, (y/n). The world doesn't revolve around me. " 

" We were the meddling kids and he made me be the Daphne to your Fred that first time. " You defended your point. " Chucky tried to trick you using me as bait and he paid the price. He forced me to take him to the mental hospital and together we escaped him... Don't you see it?" 

" Seeing what?" 

" Chucky wins with your Isolation. He still wants you to believe that people are your weakness, that you are meant to be forever alone and everyone is better without you... The truth is that not only our story was different. All the stories you told me prove the opposite of that bullshit he carved in your mind."

He certainly couldn't believe his ears. 

" Most people I have met are dead, I have killed more than what I have saved. I hate it, but it is not bullshit." 

" Can't you seriously not see the pattern? Chucky is about to win only when you seem lonely, but there is always someone. You were alone in your bedroom that night when he tied you to the bed, but then Kyle showed up from the window. You were alone at the military school, but Da Silva searched the carnival with you. Chucky also thought Tyler was alone, but he had you. " 

He couldn't help smiling, your viewpoint was heartwarmingly positive. 

" People are your strength and you are ours. Don't push us away from your life. Every time you do it, you let him win." 

The only story he hasn't told you about confirmed it. He fought alone in Harrogate and lost, Nica got possesed.

" Would it be a win for us if I kiss you now?" He whispered, inspired by you to be completely sincere about his feelings. " You drive me crazy, I can't stop thinking about you." 

Your reaction of ultimate relief was a bit funny to him. 

" Andy, please! Haven't I been obvious enough? Kyle says it is painful to see but that's because I don't understand what the hell is happening to me. " 

The conclusion you were about to drop was bigger than he would have ever expected.

" Never before have I been swept off my feet like this, I swear." 

The rush of confidence felt amazing, Andy was barely able to process what was happening but he wanted to enjoy the moment. 

" ... Not even by the father of your feline son? He seems pretty impressive. " 

The slightly cocky joke was making fun of some jealousy he got to feel for real despite you didn't get to know that. 

" No one compares to you, Andy. " You purred close to his lips. " I'm falling so fast, I just want to be with you."

He couldn't take it anymore, the situation was like a dream coming true. As soon as you stopped speaking his lips were on yours and he knew he would never want to let you go.

[roseserpentpress]

Adding some variety this time with a Sakata Gintoki x Hijikata Toushirou anthology fic collection. This one is actually the second book I did! I had a hard time deciding the anthology name since I was like ugh silver and iron sounds too pretentious- and then figured a title that was pretentious and then proceeded to make fun of it for being pretentious is a very Gintama thing to do, and ended up rather pleased with the title.

Since it was the second thing I typeset I ended up with a few issues in the final print (and binding... I didn't intend for a straight spine but forgot about rounding it, but a lot of people like to leave their spines straight anyways so it's fine) that I'm tempted to go back and fix and maybe redo the whole thing another time (we do not talk about the inverted page number positions. Is this why the icha icha series numbers are all centered instead of on the outside of the page? No absolutely not) but in the end I still enjoy it the way it is, so for now I'm at peace with it.

Originally I was actually going to add little designs above each title page of each story, but in the end I got to trigger-happy for the printing and bookbinding process and printed it before I drew the designs. I did in the end while bored draw the designs after, so maybe I will eventually redo the book. We'll see.

List of fics in the anthology:

Summer Heat (3k, G)

Hijikata gets ordered by Kondo to go on a vacation. For some reason, he runs into Gintoki there.

I told you once (and here's the twice) (3k, M)

“Ah, stern as always. You never change, do you, Hijikata-kun?”

“And you always do whatever you want to”.

“Right, I’m working on that”, and then Yorozuya lifts his hand and takes Hijikata’s cigarette from his mouth, placing it between his own teeth. Hijikata himself is too stunned to do anything other than just look at his mouth, lips curved over where his own had been just moments before, his body now kicked into high alert as if responding to an imminent threat.

An animal realizing they’re prey.

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Two years is a long time yearning for someone.

Stop the rising tide, I need extra time (3.5k, E)

No one really comments on the change in their relationship, and Hijikata doesn’t know how to feel about the general air of lack of surprise around them.

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Sequel to "i told you once (and here's the twice)". Hijikata is trying his best to make a place for himself in Gintoki's life. Gintoki loves him for it.

Common Misconceptions (7.6k, G)

“Yes, Hijikata-san, we were worried for you,” Sougo drawls, with a smirk on his lips, and then, like the little bastard he is, he asks, “Where were you?”

Hijikata thinks he knows exactly what conclusion those two idiots landed on after seeing him in the Yorozuya’s yukata.

(Or: 5 times people wrongly assume something about the relationship between Hijikata and the Yorozuya and the one time they turn out to be right after all)

Don't venture into the forest alone or you will end up befriending a lonely kitsune (7k, G)

"With his curiosity peaked, Toushirou slowly sat up and crawled over.

Fur?

It was white? No, darker than white. Silver?

Toushirou picked up the tuft of fur on the ground, wondering what animal it could have come from. He had been here so many times, but had never seen an animal with silver-white fur. Maybe a new animal moved into the forest and he had yet to see it?

From behind the bushes, a pair of curious red eyes watched the young boy."

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Kitsune! Gintoki x Human! Hijikata AU

7-year old Hijikata, shunned by his family, meets a young kitsune living alone in the forest.

Written for GinHijiGin Week 2020, for the prompt: Gintoki's Birthday.

And when it's time to remember, please don't forget your heart's greatest desire (13k, E)

After missing Ketsuno Ana's rare meet and greet session, Gintoki expected to head home and wallow in self pity while stuffing his face with strawberry shortcake and milk.

What he didn't expect, was to run into an unconscious man with beautiful black wings, and end up carrying him home.

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A Human Gintoki x Tengu Hijikata oneshot AU

Inspired by marrbl's art (included in fic with permission from artist)

Downloading Pornography Can Lead to Computer Viruses and Strained Relationships (12k, T)

Tama is sick, and Gengai enlists Hijikata’s help to fix her. Too bad Hijikata never watched the Tama Quest arc, otherwise he might have known that the Leukocyte King isn’t normally a huge flirt.

Boys Over Flowers (12k, E)

Gintoki always thought that both he and Hijikata were just really good bros. They were just two normal bros who played Super Smash and joked around after school at WacDonalds. So what if they cuddled a bit while watching scary movies? And what if they shared a bed during sleepovers and jacked each other off in the morning? Bros did that, right?

Okay, maybe Gintoki and Hijikata weren't just 'bros being bros' afterall.

The Demon's Bride (15k, M)

Hijikata bowed and introduced himself. “Hijikata Toushirou, Shiroyasha-dono’s bride and soon-to-be wife. Pleased to meet you.”

Gintoki spluttered on his drink while Takasugi’s laughter got louder.

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Shiroyasha/Ponikata AU

RVSP Even if You Aren't Sure You'll Make It, Just In Case; It's Better to Have More Chairs Than Less (16k, E)

Hijikata has a problem and needs Gintoki's help.

[shadowredfeline]

Four in One Post

For Buggy and Huggy in Gundam Mech attire.

Looks really cool. I bet Buggy sure is practicing his aiming skills anytime he fights the war. And for Huggy, she's holding a kickity kickball, this game will make things easier for the game, especially if someone is going to play a soccer round in a mech suit. Kinda like using a vehicle in Rocket league.

For Bryan's On this Day Post

I remember seeing one of those Video Nows when I was a kid. And I even saw one at a Goodwill store once. Normally the original Video Now does it in Black and White, but with Video Now XP, they have it in Color. But normally I do not own a Video Now like Original and XP. But I do remember as a kid using a GBA Video cartridge which lets you watch shows on your GBA. My sister and I used one like we got two Video Cartridges. We have the Strawberry Shortcake one which only has 2 episodes from the first season like Meet Strawberry Shortcake and Springtime in Strawberry Land. And we got a Cartoon Network collection Volume One which only has 4 episodes from each Cartoon, like Dexter's Lab: Dexter's Rival, Ed Edd n Eddy: Oath to an Ed, Billy and Mandy in Billy and the Bully, and a Johnny Bravo episode which I forgot the name of the episode, it's where Johnny goes to the beach and gets in love with a woman until he gets connected to a Shark and starts surfing to win the girl until the girl got back with the men he broke up with. And Johnny is now connected with the Shark which that episode is kinda silly. But Game Boy Advance Video brought me so many memories. Even though the sound quality is a little blurry but I can still listen to the sound fine.

For my P-Pal's on this Day Post

I remember her. Back when I used to watch Happy Tree Friends, I saw Lumpy looking at a poster where it shows a contest of New Characters that are gonna be in the videos. And Lammy won so they got her with Mr. Pickles. But I wasn't a fan of the Pickle because he acts out of control murdering someone for no reason. That's why they made the episode called Bit of a Pickle.

And finally a Response to my P-Pal

Yeah I thought these Pizza Parlors were really good. Especially Peter Piper's. And I like your choice that you would like Bacon as toppings because I like Bacon on my pizza as well as for Ham and Sausages and pepperoni on my Pizza. It's just that I'm a big meat person when it comes to having pizza. And I bet it would be nice if we could split the halves of the pizza. Saying I get four and you get four. Otherwise we can have our OCs learn a little bit of fractions and even if Maxwell wants Pizza as well.

[soupsspoons]

8. Strawberries and Strength

Rosemary McCants had been growing a garden in her backyard for as long as Hannah could remember. Although it wasn't nearly as big as the community garden, which Hannah always hated working in, Rosemary took great pride in the upkeep of her small plot. Whenever Hannah could, which wasn't very often, she would walk over to Mrs. McCants' house to see if she needed any help tending to the garden. Mrs. McCants always said yes, telling her to try and pick some stubborn weeds or help water the things she herself couldn't reach. Hannah never minded the work she did for the older woman, especially considering how it would inevitably end in a nice cold glass of lemonade every time. When Hannah was still a girl, before everything had changed, she would help her mother tend to a small garden that they had in their backyard. It wasn't much bigger than Mrs. McCants' and it was filled with the most beautiful strawberries. Even before they grew into berries, the little white petals that cradled a golden center decorated the plot, like dots of paint on a canvas. One of the reasons Hannah loved spending time in Mrs. McCants' garden was because she also grew perfect strawberries, just like Hannah's mother.

After helping Mrs. McCants water her garden and pick anything ripe, Hannah asked if she could take some of the wonderful red berries. It wasn't that she necessarily had a need for them, or even a plan really, but something about them made her ask. Of course, Mrs. McCants replied by picking a couple of small bushels of the fruit and placing them in a little basket on her patio table.

"Actually, dear, would you do me another favor?" McCants asked before Hannah left. "Take another basket over to Father Gabriel. I just want him to know how blessed we are to have him here." McCants had gathered another basket of strawberries, this time with a note inside, similar to the one Hannah herself had given to the group.

"Sure, Mrs. McCants." With that, Hannah said her goodbyes and began walking the fruit back home. She would probably just wash them and leave them in her fridge for a snack. Or maybe she could make a sort of strawberry shortcake with them, Hannah thought. On her way home, Hannah passed by the old garage that had been turned into a church not too long ago. Hannah peaked in through the opening, noticing the makeshift altar that was surrounded by worn candles. Nearby the altar, there was an empty table, perfect for her to leave the berries.

Hannah had never really talked to Father Gabriel, but she also never had anything against him. She could tell some members of the new group weren't very fond of him, but still, if Rosemary liked him then who was she to disagree?

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Hannah passed Carol's house on her way home. She didn't usually go this way, going by the infirmary was much quicker, but the day was so lovely that she didn't mind it. The sun had been out all morning, giving the whole town a wonderful golden hue. These were Hannah's favorite days. When the sun was out like it was this morning, everyone just seemed to be in a better mood. People were happy when it was sunny. Things were quiet in town, just the sounds of light chatter from neighbors and soft grumblings from far-away Roamers. The new group called them Walkers, which honestly isn't all that different from Roamers. But still, Hannah preferred her own name better.

She had almost passed Carol's house when Hannah saw Sam running out of the front door. He didn't look scared, not like Carol had done anything, but still, there was a layer of panic covering his face.

"Sam? Sam, hey what's wrong?" Hannah asked, pulling his attention away from whatever had happened inside.

"Nothing, it's fine. Sorry." Sam breathed out, continuing to walk away from Hannah. She couldn't tell if he was angry or scared, but either way, it forced her to follow him.

"Sam? Did something happen? Did Carol do something?" She tried.

"No, no," Sam said quickly, "We just, well, we made cookies?" He said it like a question.

"Cookies?"

"She had me steal some chocolate from Olivia so she could make me some of the cookies, like the ones from the party." He explained, unphased by what he had just said.

"Steal? Sam, you can't take things like that from Olivia. Especially not just because Carol tells you to." Hannah tried to reason with him. Olivia was already on edge as it is, she doesn't need kids coming in and stealing things. And the fact that Carol had been the one to send him made Hannah even more upset.

"Look, just-- Why were you running? Did you get caught?" With everything inside her, Hannah hoped he hadn't been caught. She knew Deanna wouldn't be too upset, if anything she would scold him and then let him on his way. But Pete was different than Deanna, and he had a different way of dealing with things.

"Of course, I didn't get caught," Sam said sort of smugly, making Hannah chuckle lightly, hiding her smile. He stood for a moment, waiting for her to force him to continue. When she didn't, he simply sat on the pavement, crossing his legs over the top of one another. Hannah quickly realized he had more to say.

"What's up, Sam?" She asked, now sitting next to the kid. He kept his head down, much like Carl had the other night. He and Carl were similar, Hannah also realized. They both had a hard shell, a wall they had built on their own, but behind it, the two boys always had more to say.

"I asked her for a gun," Sam said softly.

"What?"

"I thought, you know, since she stole the guns, she might let me have one." He looked up at Hannah and she could see the desperation in his eyes. "It wouldn't be for me. I just, I want to have one."

Hannah hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should push.

"For your mom?" She said. Sam looked at her and she worried that he might be mad. Mad that she brought up something he had never explicitly told her. And yet, he looked almost happy when she said it. Happy somebody else said it for him. He didn't say yes, but they both knew the answer. All Sam ever wanted was to protect his mom. To protect his brother. He just wanted to feel safe.

Safety. How safe could you be in a world like this? A world where everyone, dead or living, was looking to kill. Maybe that's what Carl had meant last night. No matter what, people wanted to hurt others, but when you're on the inside it's much easier to hide. Carl told her she was weak, and maybe she was. Maybe being afraid of being hurt made her weak, but Hannah had never known anything else. For as long as she could remember she had been running. But she didn't want to live like that forever. She didn't want Sam to live like that.

"We can teach you. We can learn" She had said that to Carl last night. Hannah decided, then and there, that strength could be taught, it could be learned.

The first step to learning strength would be helping Sam. She couldn't give him a gun of course, but there had to be something she could do, some way she could protect him, protect Ron and Jessie. Jessie, Hannah thought. Maybe she could talk to her, try to understand what was really happening in that house. But Hannah didn't want to force her to talk about that, she didn't want to make Jessie uncomfortable. Who else could she talk to that would know about Jessie and Pete? Hannah thought, and finally, she knew who she would have to talk to.

---

Hannah had mixed feeling toward Rick. They had never really had a conversation, so it wasn't fair of her to say she didn't like him. Hannah just didn't trust him. Not yet.

When she arrived at Rick and Carl's house, she had begun to feel the same way she had felt the first day they met, when she'd offered the tour. Hannah's palms became sweaty, her stomach hurt, and she prayed she was making the right decision talking to him.

"You're a police officer, right?" Hannah asked, trying to ease into the conversation. She stood in his living room, which was very similar to her own. She had planned to talk to Rick alone, but when she entered she was immediately met with Carol as well. Hannah was still upset with what she made Sam do, but she knew Carol could help her.

"I used to be, yes" Rick responded.

"So you know what to do if someone is in trouble." Hannah tried her best to be vague, not wanting to expose something if Rick didn't already know, though really it came out more suspicious than she had intended.

"Sure?" Rick began to look concerned, "Are you alright, Hannah?" She was surprised he had remembered her name.

"It's not me I'm talking about," She continued, now understanding why this had been so hard for Sam to talk about, "It's just-- well you know Jessie, right?" Rick nodded. Carol seemed to notice how Hannah was struggling and focused on the conversation more. "I'm just worried about them is all." Under the stare of Rick, who was still the Mountain Man in her mind, Hannah couldn't get out more than that. How was she ever going to learn to be strong if she couldn't even do the first step?

"You're friends with Ron and Sam, aren't you Hannah?" Carol asked as if to try and ground her. Hannah couldn't tell if this was part of her nice act or if she really meant it, but honestly, it didn't matter.

"Yes, I am."

"Is this about Pete?" Hannah was surprised when Carol said that.

"I mean--Not--" Hannah stopped her stuttering words, "Sam, he's a really sweet kid. He and Ron are great, and so is Jessie. They're perfect. But Pete, he isn't." Rick nodded, urging the girl to continue, "Sam told me he asked you for a gun today and I knew why he needed it. Everyone knows but no one can stop it."

Rick looked at Carol, his face hard with anger, silently asking if this was true. She didn't say anything for a moment, only nodding her head to confirm what Hannah had said. Carol hesitated, and Hannah thought she might not say anything at all, but finally, she spoke.

"Rick, I know how this is going to go with Pete. There's only one way it can go." Rick turned as she spoke, looking at Hannah, preparing her for what he knew Carol would say next.

"You're gonna have to kill him."

He only nodded.

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Hiii Loveliesss! This chapter is a little longer than my others so I'm happy about that. I know there still isn't a lot of Carl but I promise it's coming.

What do we think about Sam and Hannah's relationship? How about hers and Ron's??

Thanks for Reading!!!

[girlwebdiary]

Known as Kaitlyn Midnight Sha, you can address me Sasha or Kat, anything is fine. I’ve already reached my legal age. I’m having a sun in Leo, and please refer me by feminine terms. One more thing, I own an unlabeled account—more like a public diary I guess.

A list of things that I love..

People say that I’m always so passionate about things I genuinely love—I’m obsessed with fashion items especially skirts and dresses, girly stuffs, cats and Kuromi.. I also love to learn something new, it could be anything.

I love reading, even though I haven’t read that many books, I want to read as many as Rory Gilmore, my favorite books are A Little Something Different by Sandy Hall and A Place Called Perfect by Helena Duggan.

Oh, since I’ve mentioned her before, let me tell you about this: I really love Gilmore Girls, I talk a lot–literally a lot–about this show. Anyway, hot girls grew up watching Strawberry Shortcake and did I ever mention that I’m a big fan of anime? Visit my Anilist.

I’m so in love with romance and chick-flick movies, Wild Child, She’s the Man, 10 Things I Hate About You, Before Sunrise, Freaky Friday, and What a Girl Wants are my favorites. Beside that, Tangled and The Parent Trap are my comfort movies. I enjoy watching Kdrama and Cdrama as well. Letterboxd

I really love music, regularly I listen to Avril Lavigne, Britney Spears, The Corrs, Sophie Woodhouse, Paramore, Mazzy Star, Green Day, YOASOBI, Wallows, Arctic Monkeys, MCR, Babygirl, Clairo, old Indonesian songs and I’m into K-POP as well, I set my eyes on STAYC, NewJeans, ENHYPEN, ILLIT and many more. I’m leaving my Spotify here.

What else? I guess that’s enough. If you want to be friends with me, please just knock on my DM or send me a message through Retrospring.

[themuseandantarctica]

* 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 19

change however necessary.

“Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge.  Others only gargle.”

“We are here and it is now.  Further than that all human knowledge is moonshine.”

“We can be knowledgeable with other men’s knowledge but we cannot be wise with other men’s wisdom.”

“Language is a virus from outer space.”

“Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.”

“Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing.”

“Language was invented to ask questions.  Answers may be given by grunts and gestures, but questions must be spoken.  Humanness came of age when man asked the first question.”

“I personally think we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.”

“I wonder what language truck drivers are using, now that everyone is using theirs?”

“The great thing about human language is that it prevents us from sticking to the matter at hand.”

“A language is a dialect with an army and navy.”

“To have another language is to possess a second soul.”

“Those who know nothing of foreign languages, know nothing of their own.”

“If the English language made any sense, lackadaisical would have something to do with a shortage of flowers.”

“Status quo, you know, is Latin for ‘the mess we’re in.’”

“There is no ‘cat language.’  Painful as it is for us to admit, they don’t need one.”

“Hello.”

“It has all been very interesting.”

“I think I am beginning to understand something of it.”

“I wish I had spent more time in the office.”

“Wish I had time for just one more bowl of chili.”

“Don’t let it end like this.  Tell them I said something.”

“Die? I should say not, dear fellow.  No [name] would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.”

“What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me.”

“Try to be forgotten.  Go and live in the country.  Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.”

“You made one mistake.  You married me.”

“I just had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that’s a record.”

“Be not solitary, be not idle.”

“I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.”

“The fog is rising.”

“Decay is inherent in all compounded things.  Strive on with diligence.”

“So here it is at least, the distinguished thing!”

“Nobody ever died of laughter.”

“There are some things so serious you have to laugh at them.”

“At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into kaleidoscope of new possibilities.”

“Laughter is an orgasm triggered by the intercourse of reason with unreason.”

“The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.”

“The gods are too fond of a joke.”

“Never laugh feebly at what you know to be wrong.”

“Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they might have been.”

“If two or three Englishmen are together for any length of time, and do not laugh, something has gone wrong.”

“Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.”

“He who laughs last has not yet heard the bad news.”

“Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.”

“She has a laugh so hearty it knocks the whipped cream off an order of strawberry shortcake on a table fifty feet away.”

“She had a penetrating sort of laugh.  Rather like a train going into a tunnel.”

“You don’t stop laughing because you grow old.  You grow old because you stop laughing.”

“Laws are like sausages.  It’s better not to see how they are made.”

“The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich, as well as the poor, to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.”

“The law was made for one thing alone, for the exploitation of those who don’t understand it, or are prevented by naked misery from obeying it.”

“Law is a Bottomless-Pit, it is a cormorant, a Harpy, that devours every thing.”

“Someone has tabulated that we have thirty-five million laws on the books to enforce the Ten Commandments.”

“Chance too, which seems to rush along with slack reins, is bridled and governed by law.”

“If you ask me, ‘Why should not the people make their own laws?’ I need only ask you, ‘Why should not the people write their own plays?’  They cannot.  It is much easier to write a good play than to make a good law. And there are not a hundred men in the world who can write a play good enough to stand the daily wear and tear as long as a law must.”

“Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.”

“I was never ruined but twice, once when I lost a lawsuit and once when I won one.”

“Lawyers are the only persons in whom ignorance of the law is not punished.”

“No brilliance is required in law, just common sense and relatively clean fingernails.”

“We are more casual about qualifying the people we allow to act as advocates in the courtroom than we are about licensing electricians.”

“I get paid for seeing that my clients have every break the law allows. I have knowingly defended a number of guilty men.  But the guilty never escape unscathed.  My fees are sufficient punishment for anyone.”

“An incompetent lawyer can delay a trial for months or years.  A competent lawyer can delay one even longer.”

“I don’t want a lawyer to tell me what I cannot do; I hire them to tell me how to do what I want to do.”

“I’m not an ambulance chaser.  I’m usually there before the ambulance.”

“I used to be a lawyer but now I am a reformed character.”

“I start with the premise that the function of leadership is to produce more leaders not more followers.”

“All are born to observe order, but few are born to establish it.”

“No man will make a great leader who wants to do it all himself, or to get all the credit for doing it.”

“The way to get people to build a ship is not to teach them carpentry, assign them tasks, and give them schedules to meet; but to inspire them to long for the infinite immensity of the sea.”

“Great leaders are almost always great simplifiers, who can cut through argument, debate, and doubt, to offer a solution everybody can understand.”

“The real leader has no need to lead—he is content to point the way.”

“I learned that a great leader is a man who has the ability to get other people to do what they don’t want to do and like it.”

“Leadership is the art of getting someone else to do something you want done because he wants to do it.”

“I have a different vision of leadership.  A leadership is someone who brings people together.”

“Learning is its own exceeding great reward.”

“Try to learn something about everything and everything about something.”

“Personally I’m always ready to learn, although I do not always like being taught.”

“The important thing is not so much that every child should be taught, as that every child should be given the wish to learn.”

“Where did I learn to understand sculpture?  In the woods by looking at the trees, along roads by observing the formation of clouds, in the studio by studying the model, everywhere except in the schools.”

“It’s what you learn after you know it all that counts.”

“Man can learn nothing except by going from the known to the unknown.”

“That is what learning is.  You suddenly understand something you’ve understood all your life, but in a new way.”

“There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.”

“If you fall out of that window and break both your legs, don’t come running to me.”

“If it has legs it will have a head.”

“A horse has four legs, yet it often falls.”

“Falsehoods have short legs.”

“Men’s legs have a terribly lonely life—standing in the dark in your trousers all day.”

“When a dog runs, the dog is moving his legs; when a sea urchin runs, the legs are moving the sea urchin.”

“There is no generally accepted definition of life.”

“Life is absurd.”

“Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it.”

[paperbagsandwich]

omgosh thats more than fair!!

!! Gotta love a couple of dorks, i know i do also awww bless thats so sweet and cute!! Please tell me about them (if you want to of course!!)

Im glad you think so!! It really shows in cartoon redesigns ive done and a few cute lil creatures (strawberry shortcake, moon dreamers, carebears, a love bug and some other stuff)

same!! My fav ghibli film is kiki's delivery service. If i were to rank my top 5 it would be kiki, arriety, howl, nausicaä and ponyo. Do you have any fav games? Mine are stardew valley, skyrim and sonic adventure 2.

it really is!! Thinking of a character for ages and finally managing to draw them how you imagine them is such an amazing feeling!! I make a bunch of random designs as well and just putting together the inspiration and the aesthetics of the character to make something new ane beautiful is just so fun!!

Thats so cool and awsome im so happy you managed to do it !! I love campaign stuff (ive played 4 campaigns of dnd with different characters and I've been so happy with each of them!!)

id happily ramble about any of my oc ideas if youd like!! If there's any in particular that you want to hear more about please tell me!

also please don't worry about replying late! I don't mind, take as much time as you need! You, your life and your mental health come first!!!

Well, the main constant thing about them is that Ros is mostly an anime nerd and she's been trying to get Darnell into too but alas...

Ros loves trying new things while Darnell is kinda complacent with things being the same but is also down to support her just to keep her happy. He doesn't want to drag her down and he loves seeing her excited for something.

I don't really have a whole about there son, but he's a very sweet 3 year old that loves to help like a big boy.

He also has a bit of a raspy voice despite being a toddler, but he's perfectly fine.

Yeah, I can definitely see that!!!

OOOH, I don't think I've ever heard of Nausicaä before?? Maybe it's a film I've missed or I've must've heard of it by a different name?

I don't really play a whole lot of games but I do enjoy playing Animal Crossing and Miitopia. They're just so fun and simple.

And YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAAA, just finally having the set design that perfectly matches what you have in mind, I LOVE THAT FEELING!!!! And yes, I love putting together character by using different designs together. I have one that I'm very proud of but it's a character for the campaign and one of the players actually do follow this blog... but I'm pretty sure they'll know who when they see them... 😏

OOOH, I wanna hear more about the Werewolf and the baker, actually!! 😭😭

And also, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, you're too sweet!!!! 😭🥺😭🥺

[mars-ipan]

not to be like. a boomer ig? or anything but i miss the early 2000s cartoons that kids don’t get to see now

everything’s so round and smooth and “perfect” i don’t like it. i miss the times when radial gradients were all the rage and clean black lines weren’t necessary. bring back the shitty invader zim artstyle give me shape variations i like circles but this is TOO MANY CIRCLES i want triangles!!! throw in some squares!!! maybe put a little 3D animation in ur cartoon it’ll be fun!!! focus on fun not cute!!! 

i know i sound bitter but that’s bc i am a little bit and i want to phrase this nicer but idk how!!

just. stop with all this “but it’s gotta be super-cute!!!’ shit! man little kids aren’t scared of what you think they are! when i was little the reason i was scared of invader zim wasn’t the dark harvest! it was the fucking episode where zim shrinks down into dib’s body and fucks with his organs! not because i thought something would kill me from the inside, oh, no. i was scared that i would end up flushed down a toilet like zim was in the end. invader zim gave me a fear of automatically-flushing toilets in public bathrooms. and if i weren’t scared of the show i would have adored it!

i don’t want young kids to get older and not be able to have these conversations! weird shit that cartoons did to our brains is one of my favorite things to talk about man! and like yeah, they’re growing up on the internet, but so did i! that’s a whole different KIND of weird media trauma!

askdskdj idk i just. bring back the 2009 deviantart era thank u

[araragomennnn]

more than a crush

pairing: tsukishima x gn! reader

genre: FLUFF!!

warnings: swearing only

author's note: I needed to write something to get my gears turning before I start posting regularly again and for some reason I have not posted anything about this fine ass man yet??? I haven't seen many soft tsukki fics so writing this was a necessity.

Tsukishima’s heart was racing, looking anywhere but in your direction when you sat at your desk, finding a white envelope.

Stupid, embarrassing almost.

Since when did tsukishima write romantic poetry? Or even poetry for that matter.

And since when did he go from being careful and calculated to writing sappy poems at 3 am

for you?

It could be worse, he told himself, he could have chosen a pink envelope instead of a white one taking this situation to a whole new level of disgusting.

Like the colour of the envelope changes the fact that he wrote a lovesick poem for you at 3 am in the morning.

He valiantly controlled the urge to turn on his heels and make a run for it when you picked up the envelope, eying it suspiciously like any normal person would.

He thinks his soul left his body when he watched you open the envelope from the corner of his eye.

“Oh my god is that a love letter?” a friend of yours asked, chirping behind you.

“Yeah, but it’s not signed though”

Leave it to tsukishima to lose his shit over an unsigned love letter.

This was the perfect solution to the massive problem at hand.

The problem being his feelings towards you.

Being the rational person he was,

Every problem had a solution, right?

Wrong.

The love letter that was supposed to diffuse his feelings for you backfired completely when he saw the way you smiled reading the poem he put hours into.

When warmth blossomed in his chest instead of cold indifference,

He knew he was fucked.

Tsukishima had always been popular with girls, not that he cared though.

But he couldn’t help but wonder how you weren’t even the slightest bit swayed by him or when he received gifts and boxes of chocolates from all of the girls in his class on valentines day and yet not a single one from you.

So, of course, he came to the perfectly logical conclusion that what he was feeling wasn’t something ridiculous like a crush or unrealistic like love because god forbid something like that plagues him but was actually just plain old curiosity. idiot.

However, his heart skipping a beat every time you smiled and the giddy feeling he was encompassed with every time you spoke to him clearly said otherwise.

I’m not interested in dating he told Yamaguchi

I couldn’t really care less he said.

Oh if only he could have seen himself now.

Hands dusty with flour as he kneaded dough.

Why was he kneading dough you may ask?

He volunteered to partner with you for extra credit in home economics.

Extra credit that he didn’t need.

He has not the slightest clue as to what possessed him to do something like this because he absolutely detested unnecessary work

but he did

and now here he is kneading dough in your kitchen while you prepare the frosting for the strawberry shortcakes you were making.

But what perplexed him the most was not his sudden eagerness to work his Saturday away but the feeling of contentment and almost excitement replacing his standard irritation in a situation like this.

It was the fact that he didn't mind this, that he liked it which confused him the most.

Catching himself staring at you with doe eyes as you battled with your share of dough way too many times for it to be shrugged off as just curiosity.

“Here let me help” you offered, glancing at his unattended blob of dough that he hadn’t made much progress with because he was too busy staring at you.

“Oh um it’s alright”

“shh move over”

“Really its fi-”

You didn’t give him time to finish as you ducked under his arms such that you were encased between them, your back resting his torso and head against his chest as you placed your hands on what was basically some wet flour.

Tsukishima swears he’s forgotten how to breathe,

A full-blown crimson blush erupted across his cheeks, his golden orbs blown wide.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, mustering the power to not stutter.

You turned, looking at him like he asked the most blatant question ever, quirking a brow “kneading dough, obviously” you said gesturing towards it.

He fiercely debated in his head whether he should stay like this with you or move away just in case he was making you uncomfortable and also because he was afraid that you may hear how loud his heart was beating.

Deciding against moving away, he joined in on the kneading.

Safe to say the dough got extremely over kneaded to the point you had to throw it away and make a fresh batch.

------

Sometimes, tsukishima thinks the sun was made just for you, with the way its rays fell ever so gently against your skin illuminating you as if you were a god.

But that was not the only thing he was focusing on, his chest felt fuzzy and his heartbeat raised as your hand took his, leading him to the infirmary when he hurt his hand during a practice match.

His skin was on fire where your hand met his as you tended to it, concern evident in your eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“You need to tape your fingers tsukishima, it’s really bad this time” you said, a frown on your face.

He knows he shouldn’t be this hopelessly giddy considering you’re this upset with him, he knows his chest shouldn’t be feeling this warm and head this fuzzy but with your hand in his, in this quiet room away from everyone the penny finally drops.

His fingers curl into yours as a warm smile adorns his features “call me kei”

Shit, this might just be more than a crush.

general taglist: @bokee-hinataa-bokee , @tsumomii

[justasimp1]

Brahms Heelshire x F! Reader.

Part 1 @kittygaga802 hopefully this satisfy you and isn't complete shit<33

Diary ; Living in Hell 2

Entry 5:

I haven't had much time to write. Brahms is always over my shoulder, questioning what has my attention. His curiosity is making us have moments again. Moments when I swear my heart stops and I can feel everything in my body shut down. I forget to breathe but I'm not left with hiccups. These moments make me want to do reckless things with the 100% hope that Brahms will reciprocate.

Your hand vigorously flipped through the worn pages. The rectangular smack of air, creating a cool draft. Your movements slowed as you realized the familiar looming and heavyweight shifted the wooden floor. You closed the journal with a light chuckle and a hand on your chest. "You scared me" You looked back into Brahms' eyes that were focused on the journal.

He reached for it and you pulled away. He was now looking at you. "Can I see?" His voice was possessed by a needy child. "No" Brahms struck back with the unnatural harsh words. "What is it?" "No" You swallowed the continuous formation of lumps building in your throat. Brahms's hands slipped last your upper thighs, his presence making you cower back into the cushion of the lounge.

It was a newly acquired move he made when he wanted to get his way. Heat crawled up your spine to your cheeks. The smell of his strawberry shortcake shampoo made your stomach curl. He was too close. His mask hovered over your lips. Brahms stared into your soul. For a moment his hands slip under your shirt but they slip out just as fast. Brahms lifted, adjusting his cardigan. "Fine."

Entry 6:

Ms. Heelshire sent a 'Happy Christmas Eve' postcard from Santorini in Greece. She wrote how much she missed Brahms and hated to miss this Christmas with him. She also sent along with a new grocery boy Xavier. "Malcolm wouldn't understand..." She wrote.

"No shit old hag. I don't think anyone would understand why a dead person who was claimed to be dead for over 20 years is fucking alive" Brahms flinched at the sudden use of curses. You pinched the bridge of your nose. The mountain of presents sat in the corridor. "Y'know I thought you would be smaller- and uh- younger" Xavier put the last box on the side of the stack. Xavier made a glance between you and Brahms as the silence increased.

"Any errands to run?" "Can you fix the kitchen?" You sighed, remembering the disaster of Thanksgiving. Lingering puffs of black smoke stained the ceiling. "Yeah, I'll have to buy some up-to-date appliances" You walked Xavier to his car while Brahms tried to secretly peek inside his presents. "Are you two dating?" You paused before continuing down the snow-covered steps. "No" Your tone came off more sad than intended. "That's a shame" You quirked your eyebrows. You've already dealt with one grocery boy having a crush on you. "Y'know since you like him" Xavier hummed. You fluttered your eyelashes, blinking away the falling white puff. "And also because you two are alone in such a big house" Xavier winked at you before laughing.

Entry 7:

It's Christmas... A couple of family members called and close friends. Some even sent presents. Brahms wanted to open all the presents in front of each other. He also insisted on going outside in the backyard. I think he's planning some devious, he's just being weird, or it's another temper tantrum.

"You're acting weird" You sighed, looking at Brahms. He's adjusted his figure, grabbing another box. The shiny purple wrapping was shredded and tossed to the side. Brahms lifted the 48 karat gold watch case. "Your turn" He looked at you. You awkwardly looked around the pile for something with your name on it. "Here!" Brahms pushed forward a box a little too eager. You took the box, flipping it around. "It doesn't say who's it from" You shrugged and decided it was probably a lazy friend. You unwrapped the gift. It was a plushie of your favorite animal and a bracelet.

"That's adorable" You chuckled at the soft animal before picking up the bracelet. You opened the locket dangling in the middle. Je T Aime written in bold gold letters. Brahms watched your face intensely. "Your turn" You closed the locket and put the bracelet to the side. Brahms kept staring at you, his eyes flickering to the gift you just sat down with. "Do you not like it?" "I do" You liked the plushie however the bracelet seemed expensive for a Christmas gift. "I wanna go outside" Brahms sighed. "It's too cold" "You went outside with Xavier" The response was fast and sharp. "If you're jealous just say that" You huffed. "I'm going outside" The words came out as a mutter as he stomped away.

Entry 8:

Good news! Xavier fixed the kitchen and brought over recipes. He also brought a large amount of strong alcohol that I may have gone overboard with. (Tequila and Hennessy isn't a good mix) . I don't remember anything but for some reason, I never have felt more relieved since being here.

You pour yourself another cup, watching the intense stream. The old paintings on the wall dripped down onto the tile. Every step sent ripples through the water. Brahms' heavy hands grabbed your hips. He took the wine bottle away from you. "That's enough! It's bedtime" "You sound like an adult" You had a good laugh at that. Brahms let out an unamused exhale before picking your body up. You frown at the sudden change of vision. Brahms sighed while placing you into the covers of your bed. You took a hard blink, allowing the alcohol to fade into the out part of your vision. Brahms kept pulling back the sheets over you after you kept kicking them off. He climbed over you to straddle your legs in place. You grabbed his collar, yanking him down to you. "Why do you make me feel like this?" Your head started to pound.

"You are intoxicated" Brahms' eyes narrowed through his mask. You took off his mask. Brahms quickly looked away. His face was like a face you see in dreams. Their features are there but your brain can't process them. You lifted your lips to his. Darkness flooded your vision and you move your lips. Brahms's hands twitched, cupping your face. For a moment, everything you wanted and couldn't say was spelled with your tongue. Brahms's body was lightly pressed against yours. Then that's when the fatigue caught up with the darkness. The pounding in your head made the darkness weigh on your eyelids. You pulled away from Brahms. "I'm tired. Goodnight" You yawned before closing your eyes again.

Entry 9:

He's avoiding me. I don't know why.

"Brahms..?" You muttered as another explosion of chemicals happened in the sky. "Are the fireworks scaring you?" You tried a light chuckle before returning to your pout. He wasn't hiding in the tub, under the table, his room, your room, the bathroom, living room, dining room, kitchen, hallway, laundry, wine cellar, sunroom, conservatory, or the guests' rooms.

You've only seen him three times the whole day and those were only a blur. You felt light-headed from yesterday's one-man party. You couldn't recall anything after the 2nd cup of the alcohol mixture you created. There could have been so many things you said wrong. You sighed, looking around. "Brahms can you please come out! For me" You pleaded while running a hand through your hair. There was a tiny creak in the walls before another firework shot colorful daggers. You paused, "Brahms you better not be hiding in the goddamn walls again". Frustration took over your steps. Your stomps echoed up the stairs. Rapid thumps shocked the ground as more chemical reactions. You go further down the hallway to an empty room, with a narrow closet. Luckily this closet has a giant hole (credit to Brahms) leading into the pathway behind the walls.

"It's dark in here! Brahms!" You squeezed past wooden pillars, coughing up the floating dust. There was some shuffling in the darkness in front of you before scampering away. You hurried your footsteps to catch up. But Brahms knew these dark forever tunnels better than you. "What the hell" You cursed as your leg got stopped by a block of concrete. Your body flew down onto the dusty floor. A sharp scrap ran up your leg. "Fucking Brahms" You whispered under your breath.

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[writerkenna]

While I'm working on the final chapter of Coming in Early, Coming in Late, please enjoy some wonderful sambucky wedding hc's I made with @finnsafropick

Pre-Wedding

It happens in Sarah’s backyard, bc they mean for it to be small, and it’ll mostly be Sam’s family in attendance so it makes sense to have it in Delacroix vs DC

The original plan is to just go to a courthouse, Sam’s idea, they already have a kid, they’ve been together for years and living together for almost as long, and Bucky’s fine with it. He loves Sam so much they could get married in sweat pants in a ditch and he’d be happy

Sarah’s the one who is like ‘no, thats lame, have a wedding’. She will come to regret that decision

The wedding grows, in guest list size and scope of extravagance, as the months of planning pass. By the end, they have over 100 people coming, including Sam’s high school principal and every super person they’ve ever crossed paths with, and a five course menu for dinner

Sarah is growing more annoyed with all this happening at HER HOUSE as they get closer to the day

Bucky is actually a groomzilla and plans every detail absolutely precisely. Sam nearly stages an intervention when Bucky calls his emergency line during a mission to ask about custom cocktail selections

Sam and Bucky have a joint bachelor party in New Orleans. Sam gets the drunkest, to the point where it takes Bucky, a literal super soldier, AND Rhodey, to wrangle him into getting home

Some guy hits on Sam very aggressively at the last bar of the night. Bucky punches him. It ends up on the news.

Wedding Day

Sam wears a gorgeous bespoke suit, and so does Bucky, under Sam's guidance

Mila, almost nearly two years old, has the most beautiful white sundress, gets flowers tucked into her hair, and feels like a princess the whole day

This happened on my wedding day with my niece; the wedding is primarily Sam and Bucky’s day, but also it is MILA’s day too! She loves all the attention being a flower girl gets her and goes so gaga over all the Titis and cousins and little old ladies telling her how beautiful she is and what a good job she did

On the subject of the wedding party, they don’t really have groomsmen or maids but Cass and AJ do act as ushers and spend the morning getting ready with Sam

Bucky has Sarah with him, who is trying very desperately to get him to calm the fuck down. It's not working well. He may or may not puke a few times before the wedding starts

They walk down the aisle to ‘At Last’, they cut their cake (strawberry shortcake cause it’s Mila's favorite and of course she’s getting a slice too) to ‘How Wweet It Is’, and have their first dance to ‘For Once in My Life’

Oh, and their first dance is the sweetest thing, both of them dancing around like idiots, Bucky making some fumbling attempts to spin Sam that makes them both laugh. Mila joins halfway through, Sam holding her up in between them as Bucky sings out of tune lyrics to the two of them

The wedding goes until two am, with their plentiful amounts of food and booze cleaned out by the end

The last stragglers are Sam’s team, Scott passed out on a couple of chairs, Peter and MJ still dancing, Hill and Rhodes in some sort of drinking game no one else can figure out, Torres weeping about how much he loves Sam and Bucky and hugging everyone in sight

Mila refuses to go to sleep, even after Sarah and Bucky and Sam all try to get her down for bed, but she falls asleep in AJ's lap at some point. It’s very cute and many pics are taken

The last song of the night is ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ and Sam and Bucky, both with shirts untucked, ties loosened, suit jackets shrugged off, are laughing and kissing and holding each other, not dancing so much as swaying to some beat of their own,

The fairy lights and lanterns in the trees twinkle. There is bubbly chatter and chuckles floating in the humid air. Bucky is so happy he could weep. It felt like this; Sam, family, Mila, a wedding, at all, was so out of reach for so long. He can’t hardly believe it

‘I love you’ he tells Sam over and over, and Sam kisses his warm cheeks and whispers it back, lips against Bucky’s neck.

Their daughter (they have a DAUGHTER! Together! It’s still unreal, over a year later) is snuggled up with her cousin somewhere near by. They can both hear Sarah’s warm laugh at something Torres has said to her, and Bucky is so happy to call her his sister now, to always be Uncle Bucky

‘You’re a miracle’ Bucky tells Sam, and fucking means it, even if he doesn’t believe in such things.

Sam laughs and knows Bucky is the love of his life. He wants a life time with him, another hundred and eight years to add to Bucky’s life just of them together. Secretly, he wants more and more babies too, but he’d never ask

‘You’re alright’ Sam says and Bucky slugs his arm. The song is ending. He kisses Bucky with all the want in the world

[smoll-tangerine]

JUST FRIENDS, a timestamp mini-series (3/5)

[14:35] → [11:13] → [15:37] → [18:00] → [01:21]

making this a small series because i really enjoy writing this au. 

aka in which you and your best friend jaehyun pretend to date each other because you are a broke university student who likes to take advantage of some deals that require you to be, well, not single.

[15:37] Jaehyun had invited you out to the aquarium, knowing how much you loved animals. But despite how much you adored animals, you still didn’t bode with the idea that the animals were enclosed in such small spaces. Luckily, Jaehyun reassured you that he did his research and that the aquarium served as a sanctuary for wounded animals to recuperate and they will be released into the wild after they were better. 

While going through the numerous exhibitions, you two discussed the past study you had participated in, not having to go in for the research project for another two weeks. And as much as you hated to admit it, you two successfully passed as a couple. Something you weren’t sure whether to be happy about, or not. 

You finally ended up at the gift shop, where you were perusing which small souvenirs you should buy as a memento. You had your eyes on this cute enamel penguin keyring. However, it came as a set with an enamel polar keyring, almost like a couple accessory. But you had no use for a second keyring, causing you to pout at the dilemma.

“What’s up?” Jaehyun asked as he crouched down next to you.

You blew your cheeks and pointed at the two keyrings. “I want this.”

“I can see that.”

“But... it’s like... a couple set.”

He raised an amused brow at you. “And, why would that stop you from buying it?”

You frowned at his answer and stuck out your tongue at him. “I don’t need a set of matching keyrings to remind me just how painfully single I am right now.” You then motioned the price tag. “Not to mention the discounted price can only be sold to couples. What is this?”

He chuckled lowly at your answer and grabbed the set of keyrings before getting up. You looked at him, confused, as he made his way to the cash and paid for them. The cashier seemed to be telling him setting, probably the fact that the keyrings couldn’t be sold to him. Against your expectations, he pointed at you and then waved.

You waved back, unsure of what was he planning. But he was successful in his purchase. Jaehyun then jogged back to your spot and crouched back down again before dangling the penguin keyring in front of your eyes.

“Here you go,” he said with a teasing smile.

“What the hell? How did you manage to buy it?”

He bobbed one side of his shoulders. “Just told the girl that you were my girlfriend.”

“So, you lied?”

“I learned from the best.”

“Hey–”

He cut you off. “Do you want it, yes or no?”

You jutted your lips out. “What is that supposed to mean? Of course, I want it.”

“I’ll give it to you on one condition.”

“Ew, never mind, I don’t want it anymore.”

He tsk-ed at your retort. “Just tell me who’s your favourite person in our whole friend group?”

“Sicheng.”

“Sicheng doesn’t count, we just met him this year.”

“Fine, Doyoung.”

“You’re really going to be like this?”

You scoffed dramatically and blinked your eyes repeatedly. “Doyoung lied to the waiter about how it’s my birthday and got us free cake! You know how I am when it comes to cakes! And it was a strawberry shortcake too!”

“I pretended to be your fake fiancé so that you could sample wedding cakes!”

You waved his words aside. “That’s old news.”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at you. “Will it really kill you to say that I’m your favourite person?”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the keyring from Jaehyun before he could react.

“Fine, Jeong Jaehyun is my favourite person in the whole wide world! Happy?”

His lips lifted up in a small smirk. “I could do without the sarcasm, but I’ll take what I can get.”

You jokingly pushed him to the ground before walking away from him. But not before telling him, “I still prefer Sicheng over you.”

“Hey!”

You giggled as you skipped away, happy that you could tease Jaehyun a little. But, really, you were just trying to hide your ever blushing cheeks that somehow matched with the colour of his ears.

But you didn’t know that last bit.

[aquillis-main]

Misery Tastes Chapter 4

Alright, after a bit of time of work...

Chapter Four’s here!

In this part: Ovi and Sonic go on a date! Tails and Hope renact Metal Gear Solid! and Amy and Nebula confront Harold!

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Over the next few days of Ovi’s imprisonment (read: healing time) were honestly a bit mundane – Sonic would often come in, with either Amy, Nebula, or Tails in tow behind him. They rotated throughout the week, which caused Ovi to feel a bit upset when Harold would remind them that they couldn’t stay for long. However, Sonic was the one most available for the resting changeling, giving Ovi the much-needed space between him and his father.

In fact, they were doing just that – visiting a café within the innermost sanctum of Obsidianna, with Ovi drinking some hot chocolate, and Sonic… Well, Sonic just had water. The two were outside seating, the cold chill blasting the two hard. Ovi had been given entirely new clothing – since his old clothing was too small – and was bundled up in a puffy sky-blue winter jacket. The changeling took a sip of his drink, the whipping cream coating his upper lip and nose.

“Hmm…” Ovi hummed, basking in the silence. Sonic couldn’t help but smile at his friend, noting how the sclera of Ovi’s had lightened since leaving the Manor. The blue hedgehog watched as Ovi tried licking the cream off his nose, the taller’s eyes cross-eyed in concentration. Sonic couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the scene, quickly grabbing a napkin to hand to Ovi as the other looked at his friend.

“Sorry, you look so cute doing that, but removing it with a napkin would be easier.” Sonic clarified, holding the napkin out so Ovi could grab it. The changeling chuckled himself, taking the napkin from Sonic and wiping his nose of the whipped cream.

“Silly, more like.” Ovi corrected, licking the amount not touching the napkin and sighing dreamily. “Damn, did I miss their hot chocolate.” Ovi said wistfully, his smile almost blinding. The changeling shifted in his wistfulness, accidentally throwing his cast into the table leg. Ovi winced, breathing harshly through his teeth. Sonic immediately stood up, getting to Ovi’s chair within a blink.

“Ovi, are you ok?” Sonic asked, carefully pulling Ovi’s chair away from the table. Weakly, Ovi smirked back at Sonic, a wince betraying the pain he was in.

“It-it’s fine. Just dumbly knocked my leg into the table.” The changeling stated, smile forced and a bit snippy. Unfazed, Sonic gave his tall buddy a look. A look that had Ovi immediately sigh and say instead, “Ok, it hurts a bit, but it’s not like I plan on using my leg immediately.”

Sonic looked away, looking unsure. Ovi quickly looked through his mind, thinking through their ‘conversation’ fully. Biting his lip, he turned back toward Sonic and stated, “Why don’t you get me some strawberry shortcake? You know how much I love that treat.”

Sonic couldn’t help but smirk at that, before coming back about .03 seconds with a plate of strawberry shortcake. “Made sure to pay the place down the street before I took it.” he stated as Ovi looked at him awkwardly, before taking the (thankfully undamaged) cake from Sonic. The changeling quickly dug into the cake, making Sonic chuckle. “Thought that strawberry shortcake’s not good for your figure, Ovi.” The hedgehog teased.

Ovi couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I’ll work it off – I’m still an acrobat, after all. And it’s only my leg that I injured…” He sullenly stared at the shortcake, frowning a little after the jest.

Sonic looked puzzled at the shift in mood, but if he had to guess… “I’m guessing that strawberry shortcake means something to you?” he asked, breaking Ovi out of his funk.

“Ah, yeah?” Ovi said, coming out more like an ask. Realizing what Sonic said, his eyes went wide, and a blush formed on his cheeks. “That obvious?” Ovi scratched the back of his head, an uneasy smile on his face.

“You wear your emotions on your sleeves, Ovi.” Sonic stated - a small smile on his lips. Ovi felt eased from the honest answer, trying to match Sonic’s own with his own smile.Ovi ended up finishing his little treat, allowing Sonic to take him back to the Manor in the hedgehog’s arms.

Back at the Kintobor Mansion…

Tails sighed longingly, working on a newer version of the Miles Electric, as Sonic and Ovi went out on their ‘date’, as Amy and Nebula so eloquently put it earlier. A spark flashed inside his head, followed by a slam on the desk he was using, denting the wood with the screwdriver that the fox was using.

“Oh…” Tail’s anger immediately dissipated, looking at the scrape made in his fit.

It had been happening more often, these sudden outbursts whenever Tails thought of Ovi. At first, Tails was ambivalent about Ovi joining the group – wait, no. That was wrong. Tails was excited to see Ovi join him, Amy and Sonic with their adventures – his acrobatics fitting right in with Tails and Amy’s own abilities of flight and hammering respectively. Tails had often enjoyed it when Ovi used him as a ‘bounce-pad’, and Amy loved how much air the changeling got from the hammer leap. However, as time wore on, Tails felt… disconnected with Ovi.

Before the ‘Incident’, as Tails liked to call what happened to Ovi, the fox had started to notice some things from the changeling that he didn’t like – the constant glances to Sonic when he thought nobody was looking, the too-often touches the changeling would give after a difficult battle, and the times Tails caught Ovi burrowing into Sonic’s quills when they were both asleep on the couch…

Well, to say that Tails wasn’t jealous was a complete lie.

Tails couldn’t help but remember the awkward smiles that the changeling gave turn into sinister smirks at the right moment, as if Ovi knew what he was doing. No amount of ‘it’s just a trick of the light’ and ‘you’re imagining things’ was going to help the onslaught of vile feelings he felt towards Ovi… and the fact that he reveled in it…

…Maybe it was good for Ovi and Sonic to be out, if his feelings were getting this bad.

Tails sighed, moving away from the Miles Electric to take a walk outside. It was one of the things that he started doing to pass the time – and to keep his mind off his feelings, of course. He’d never thought that a mansion like this would have so much in it’s backyard – the forest that overlapped most of the land, the soothing splashes of the waves hitting the rocks below, the alcove that allowed deer and other creatures to run into the wild if need be –

And the warm body that he didn’t see, as he was admiring the petunia garden.

The two fell onto the dirt path – Tails on his butt, the stranger on their hands and knees. Before he could immediately ask ‘Are you okay?’, the person whipped around and pointed their finger into his snout so suddenly it caused Tails to squeak in fear.

“Watch where you’re going, imbecile!” the high-pitched voice blasted out of the irate human’s face, her features contorted into a snarl. Yet, Tails could see the puffiness in the other’s eyes.

Without thinking, Tails asked “Are you alright?”, which caused the human to step back. As she did that, Tails took a moment to notice the bright clothing she had on her – a discrepancy from her initial impression. She also hid something behind her back - Tails caught a glimpse of a sketchbook cover before it fully disappeared.

“What – “ The human asked, her snarl melted into confusion immediately. She glowered instead. “Oh, you’re one of Julian’s friends, aren’t you?” the accusation came out, causing Tails to flinch when she tried jabbing her finger into his snout again. “One of those little forest people that he likes, right?”

“N-not really –” Tails’ protest – well, what could be considered a protest – was too quiet to keep the girl from continuing her tirade.

“Don’t bother. You definitely came with the people who care about that monster.” She flicked her hand away, as if she was discarding a piece of trash instead of talking about Ovi. Tails couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her choice of words.

“’Monster’?” Tails asked carefully, earning a snooty flare that Tails knew came from her upbringing. She walked around Tails, his memories of the time before Sonic causing him to tuck his tails into himself, yet she never went for them as she nattered on.

“He looks like one, doesn’t he? What with his ugly teeth and all.” Tails bristled at that comment – but had no ability to work up a tirade when she, herself, continued her tirade. “And he’s here, and my father is seeing him like some sort of Messiah-analogue! Ugh!” She stomped her feet at that, then hugged herself as she turned her back to the fox kit. Tails suddenly reminisced about Ovi doing the same thing, when they had to go to Obsidianna to stop Dr. Eggman from doing… whatever he was doing in this city.

“Ugh! We don’t have to go to Obsidianna! The after-party will be completely lame!”

“As much as I agree, Ovi, Eggman’s probably got something up his sleeve, and I’m sure the before-party bashing Eggman’s robots would be amazing!”

“… I dunno…”

“…Ovi, it wouldn’t be good for you to turn this down, you know? I know you tend to hold injustices to heart…”

“… Sonic, I hate how you just click with me. Alright, then. Let’s bash Eggman’s little surprise on KintoborTech!”

With hindsight, it seemed much clearer why Ovi felt so hesitant in coming – but now, there was a mystery to be solved here, one that made his jealousy of Ovi seem poignant.

No, no. He shouldn’t be feeling like that, not to Ovi. But it was just so hard…

“What do you mean, ‘Messiah-analogue’?” Tails asked, keeping himself from following the train of thought in his head. The girl looked at him like he grew a second head along with his tails.

“Exactly what you think it means, Two-shoes.” She jabbed Tails’ forehead with her pointer finger, hurting Tails more before taking it away. “He acts so holy, as if he belongs with us. I can tell the fake from the real people, and Julian’s as fake as they come.” Tails had to agree with Ovi being not suited for any life with the group – remembering how much Ovi tended to keep himself upright, despite his laxer demeanor. Tails also noted how Ovi tended to shy away from more expensive products, having to stop himself before reaching for something cheaper, or how his jacket seemed expensive – even though everything else about Ovi was from the circus. Tails was so absorbed in his thoughts, he almost didn’t catch Hope calling Ovi a ‘useless charity case’ out loud.

“Do you know why he’s here?” Tails had to ask, which only earned him a shrug from the girl.

“I don’t, nor do I care that much.” She did that snooty hand-motion again – complete with a snort of frustration – before continuing “If anyone knows, it’s probably my Father. But you saw how stubborn he can get at points…” She went quiet at that moment, causing the kit’s ears to strain a bit to catch the last bit. “… At least, when he wasn’t here.” Tails decided not to comment on that last bit, and instead extended his hand out to her.

“Well, erm… Oh! Why don’t I tell you my name! I’m Miles Prower, but everyone calls me Tails.” He said, waiting for the girl to give out her name. Hesitantly, the human slowly took his hand, before giving a shake once.

“Name’s Helen. Helen Kintobor.” She said with a smirk. Her smirk then turned into a frown. “Why did you want to introduce yourself?”

Tails shrugged at the question. “You seem lonely.” Was all the fox would elaborate on, before turning toward the Kintobor Manor yet again. “You gave me something to do while we’re here, and I’m kind of curious about what happened here…” Tails dashed off, leaving Helen in the dust. The girl just tutted at being left behind. After a few seconds, Helen huffed, running after the two-tailed fox to keep pace.

“So, what are you looking for?” Helen asked, wanting to both know and not know what Tails was prattling about. Yet, she couldn’t really say she wasn’t interested in what Tails had to say…

“Well, anything at this point. I want to know Harold’s connection with Ovi, since it seems we have conflicting information.” Tails immediately asked, making Helen balk a little at his forwardness. Did he just say that her info was wrong, or… Is she missing something here? Her first instinct was to go accuse him of being wrong on his info, but a growing curiosity patted at her heart like a cat trying to get a teasing toy.

“Huh? What do you mean?” the human girl asked, face turning into a near-mimic of her father’s own glare. Tails gulped, but kept pressing as they walked back to the Manor.

“Helen, you said you don’t think Ovi and Harold are related, right?” Tails asked, looking at Helen's intense stare as they walked down the path. The silence stretched between them, wondering if Helen even got what he was trying to say, before she sighed in a similar fashion to her father and relaxed her face.

“I… I did. Why’s that important?” Helen asked, a quizzical eyebrow raised like Ovi’s and Harold’s did. Tails, for the better part of himself, chose not to comment on it.

“Bella told myself and the rest of our group that Ovi’s related to you.” Helen’s eyes bulged out like Ovi’s did when he was surprised at something he wasn’t expecting. Tails had to file that information away quickly, as Helen immediately reacted to that tidbit of information.

“What! That can’t be real! Bella wouldn’t lie like that!” Helen cried out, crossing her arms and tutting at the very idea of it. Tails looked at her antics, perplexed at her shift in attitude. Helen paused at that moment - not even noticing Tails’ curious gaze, and muttered to herself, “She’d totally make some snippy remark, though…”

“Well, why don’t we go look?” Tails asked, knowing fully well this won’t be solved with them bickering to each other. That, and Tails needed something to do to get rid of the resentment building in his head. What else to do but look through someone else’s files?

He does it with Eggman all the time, what’s going to be different with Harold’s?

“... We’ll have to go into my father’s office for that, that’s where he keeps all the records.” Helen stated, stopping her walk as Tails stopped as well. The fox turned towards her, a gleam of mischief shining in his eye.

“Alright, let’s search there.”

--

The office in question, just like the rest of the Estate, was as grandiose and ominous as the rest of the place. The doors that lead to it were large, and contained bats with spanners and hammers carved into them in thick, dark-stained mahogany wood, making the door seem more blood red then they really were. The room itself wasn’t much better for comfort - bookshelves lined most of the walls in the office, their dark colours contrasting with the soft, yet faded brown that the walls and floor held. The bookshelves themselves contained the more practical how-to books, like ‘How to run a Business for Dummies’, to fiction tales, like an entire anthology of the latest Grand Bat comics.

Tails wasn’t too sure what to think of that one, considering Ovi had a collection similar to Harold. He couldn’t judge a man’s tastes in literature.

On the subject of the floor, it seemed to be made of hardwood like oak, absorbing what little heat one can get in the place. In order to alleviate the coldness of the room, soft, Fluer-de-lis patterned couches were placed on top of a soft, white plush carpet, reminding Tails of a bed more than a carpet. In the back of the room sat Harold’s large, imposing desk - with carved depictions of anthrons and humans working alongside one another in some sort of building. On top of the desk contained many, mainly reports for business stacked neatly in piles, and ordinary office supplies to contrast with the ominous design of the desk. There was also a random bust of someone, as well, though Tails wasn’t sure of who it was or where it came from. By the side of the desk, there was an old grandfather clock - though, it seemed the clock itself hadn't been working for a long time, due to it not ticking as they searched the files.

All in all, the place fitted Harold to a tee.

Helen and Tails had opened up the file cabinets as soon as they came into the room, the girl having a second set of keys to open them. They got out all the possible files that Harold could hide Ovi’s information into, and started reading them throughout the next three hours. However, their search through the files proved fruitless, as they found themselves growing agitated over their lack of success.

“...No, nothing. Miles, you got anything?” Helen asked, breaking their tense silence. She looked slightly to her companion, to find Tails fishing through the same file again.

“No, it’s not here either.” Tails sighed, having gone through the file containing ‘Helen’s Medical Records’ for the third time, throwing it onto the not-as neat ‘Nothing’ pile he made on the cold floor. “I don’t get it.” He sighed, falling backwards onto the plush carpet that was in front of the fireplace. Ahh, to have the fire on and to curl up to it… “Ovi talked about Harold doing a blood test, but you’d think he’d keep it out to look it over again.” He leveled his eye at Helen, watching as she nibbled at her thumbnail.

“Father’s pretty rigid when it comes to important documents. He likes having them in a set place, and hates leaving them out - especially if they contain sensitive information like medical conditions.” Helen answered Tails’ underlying question as she was looking through the files that only said ‘Terestri’s IOUs’ on it.

They were twice as thick as about even a quarter of Harold’s usual files, and they all contained casino usages by some random man. Tails, for the life of him, could not get through even a quarter of what Helen was reading through. Tails wasn’t sure if he wanted to bring them up to Harold later.

Right now, though, it wasn’t what Helen or Tails were looking for.

“You think we might have to look for the medical files, then?” Tails asked, hoping to get what they need before the day is up. Helen, feeling his sentiments after looking through 15 different, thick files, closed the one she had in her hands and got up from the ground.

“Yes. Though I have not seen where my Father put them… I have a sneaking suspicion they’re in the closet.” She pointed to the only door in the room - besides the grand entrance doors, of course - and it contrasted with the rest of the Estate with how simple it looked. Just a regular old door - no patterns, no intricate designs, nothing but a brown door with an out-of-place electronic lock. Tails sat up to look at the oddly plain door right behind Harold’s intricate desk, looking confused at why it looked so plain in comparison to the rest of the house.

“Then let’s go and look -”

“It’s locked. I haven’t been able to open it. Threatening the electronic lock with a sword didn’t unlock it.” Helen said as if that was the most rational thing in the world to say, causing Tails to look at her in bemusement.

“You… threatened an electronic lock? With a sword?”

“Don’t look at me like that! Father said he would teach me how to break electronic locks, but he never does!” the human girl huffed, crossing her arms and turning away in embarrassment. “I had no other options at the time.” She tacked on, sheepishly rubbing her arms. Tails couldn’t help but cough back a chuckle, since he knew how easy it was for Helen to get riled up.

“How about I teach you how to do it?” He asked, causing Helen to turn to him in wonder.

“Really? You would?” Helen squealed as Tails nodded, hopping up and down as her eyes shone with excitement. “Thank you, Miles!” She squealed, making Tails wince from the noise.

“Hehe…” Tails blushed, unused to his real name being used. Nevertheless, he went up to the control lock near the closet door, feeling determined to impress this girl with his abilities.

Tails pulled out something from his fur (how anyone managed to carry things about in their fur, Helen would never be able to understand), holding it up to the control pad. It fizzled and sparked, automatically opening the door to the closet as a preventive nature. The two opened the door carefully - finding boxes beyond boxes of old reports and files - Some of which were marked ‘Elf Conspiracy - Do not OPEN’. Others simply stating ‘KintoborTech Daily/Weekly/Monthly/Yearly Reports’. And even some simply stating ‘Obsidianna Eco Renewal Plan’.

Clearly, Harold loved to keep records of things.

“Oh, wow! What did you use on that lock?” Helen asked, leaning over to look at Tails’ magnet. It was one of those small magnets that you can hold, yet Hope could feel a strong pull coming from the magnet from her old fillings.

“A high-grade magnet, for when you can’t get shrapnel bits out without damaging yourself. It just so happens that it’s powerful enough to damage electronics like this!” Tails crowed, feeling proud at remembering that factoid of his industrial magnet. Helen, on the other hand, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“... Let me guess, you scrambled your own electronics with it.”

“... Yes.” he squeaked out, embarrassed that Helen had got it right on the first try. He didn’t know how powerful it was until he left it near his Miles Electric… “A-anyways! We should probably -”

“Wait, that box…” Helen gasped, pointing to a box at the end of the packed file closet. “I saw it before…” she stated as she went up to the brown filing box, carefully opening it as if she was about to unleash some sort of beast. “Father was digging into it when I was younger…” She trailed off as she opened it, eyes bulging out of her sockets as she looked to the contents. Tails, not used to having Helen go silent on him. He immediately darted over to where Hope was, then peered over her shoulder.

The box was lined with pictures of what Tails assumed was Julian with Harold, and all the security camera pictures of Ovi walking down the street. Multiple red lines and notes pointed out the similarities to the two, but the most recent - and prominent - pictures were of both Julian and Ovi sleeping, along with a DNA test from the hospital.

Possibility of patient being Julian Kintobor: 99.9999%

“What the Hell?”

-

As Tails and Helen were looting through Harold’s reports, Harold himself had decided to look into Ovi’s room. Mainly to understand his son better now that he was home. However, as he opened the door to Ovi’s room, he found a pink hedgehog and a blue dragoness on his son’s bed, waiting for him. Harold sighed, not wanting a confrontation with his son’s friends.

“My son’s not here - if you wanted to see him, he left with Sonic.” Harold stated, looking at the two on his son’s bed. They seemed to be irate with him. Not surprising, considering he failed his son.

“Oh, I know about that. I was the one that suggested the idea to him!” Amy shouted at Harold, shocking the older human with the word choice. Had he miscalculated something?

“Huh. I didn’t think you’d be that into helping out a rival of your affections.” Harold stated his question, keeping his expression as neutral as possible to hide his confusion. It was Amy’s turn to be confused.

“Huh? What do you mean? Ovi’s not a rival! Nebula and I agreed it’d be healthier for all of us if we did things separately as well as together!” She stated, throwing Harold off a bit. When did they agree to share with each other?

Nebula, on the other hand, didn’t want this conversation to continue. “Friend Amy, as much as I’d like to explain to Harold about this…” She said, which Amy caught on and nodded to. Damnit, there went getting information from these two.

He’d have to try talking to Tails later. It seems he has the loosest lips out of all of Ovi’s group.

“You’re right. This isn’t the time nor the place.” Amy snapped out, leering at Harold as she stated it. Fair, he was fishing information out of her earlier. “Look, whatever it is you’re thinking of doing, it’s not gonna work.”

“Friend Amy is right - We’ve heard from Friend Ovi that you’ve been spying on him, lately.” Nebula agreed, also leering at Harold. “He hates it when people don’t speak the truth to him.”

“You and your friends should start asking about what he remembers, then.” Harold dropped, waiting to see their reaction. The hedgehog girl gasped a little, eyes widening in confusion, while the dragoness’ leer dropped, confusion evident on her face.

“Huh?” 

“What?”

“Ovi, as I’ve known my son, is extremely secretive about things.” Harold stated, keeping himself as neutral in his tone as possible. “I didn’t even learn about the bullying he’d sustained in school until he disappeared one day.”

“Why are you telling us this?” Nebula asked, her leer returning in full force.

But Harold could see the cogs turning in both their heads, their minds linking back to all the times Ovi dodged questions too easily.

“Ovi’s our friend! You putting doubts in our heads isn’t going to help you!” Amy stubbornly said, but her voice wavered near the end. It became clear to Harold that Ovi wasn’t as forthcoming as anyone thought he was.

“But had either of you known where Ovi came from, or the family he was born with until you met myself?” Harold pushed further, knowing they would keep this in mind as they tried to help him. “He’d keep enough secrets to fill a bank full of them. I’m worried that he’s…” He trailed off, thinking about the rest of his family.

The family he’s been failing.

“He’s…?” Amy asked, worrying despite moments before accusing him to be a bad person.

She has every right to, after all.

Harold wasn’t too sure if he could ever forgive himself for causing mistrust in his son.

“... It’s none of your concern. Ladies, I’ll make my leave.” Harold stated, turning to leave. He knew he had no ability to sway the two girls on his own problems at the moment - not when he’s already got the brunt of their hatred onto him for going into his son’s room. But he didn’t account for Amy and Nebula chasing after him.

“Wait! Mr. Kintobor!” Amy yelled out, getting off the bed to run after him.

“Hold on just a second!” Nebula called out, about to open the door when a sonic boom blasted outside, rocking the window to Ovi’s room.

Sonic and Ovi had arrived back at the Kintobor Manor, running back into Ovi’s bedroom just as Harold, Amy and Nebula were just coming out of it. Sonic, not paying attention, immediately put the breaks on, curling inward to try and protect Ovi from the incoming collision.

“Sonic, wait—” Ovi gasped out, the jostling of Sonic’s attempt to stop shooting pain up his leg. Before the two could figure out a quick way to safely stop and keep Ovi from injuring himself further, Harold stepped out of the way and plucked Ovi out of Sonic’s hands.

“Ovi, what did I say about letting Sonic go that fast?” Harold started, holding Ovi like a cat anthron would a kitten as Sonic dashed past them. Amy and Nebula stared at Harold, unable to comprehend how he managed to get Ovi out of Sonic’s hold so easily.

In fact, all three were so flabbergasted, none of them heard Sonic crashing straight into a wall.

Ovi, for lack of better words, stuttered in his father’s hold – too surprised by Harold’s ability to come up with a suitable answer. Harold’s face dropped the stern expression leveled against Ovi, softening as he adjusted his hold into a bridal carry. 

“You can’t just - How the Cosmic Entity did you manage to -” Ovi sputtered out constantly, his mind returning back to “HOW???” every time he tried making a sentence.

The two walked into Ovi’s room as the changeling ranted and raved, stepping around both Amy and Nebula as he did so. 

“Hey! You can’t just-” Sonic’s shout permeated the area, getting louder as Harold took Ovi away into his room. “Look bud, Ovi’s not some kind of doll you can randomly pick up-”

“I am not interested in your shenanigans, Harold! Put me down! I can walk just fine-”

“I will uphold my threat when we first met -”

Ignoring even Sonic’s own irate raving as the hedgehog came back, Harold tucked Ovi into bed as the changeling kept on ranting non-stop.

“ – and you yoinking me out of Sonic’s hands like that! How’d you –” Ovi stopped his tirade, thinking over something. The silence thereafter Harold took as a cue to leave, attempting to leave Ovi with his thoughts on the subject. However, Ovi caught Harold’s sleeve, eyes hardening as he realized what was going on. “No, you’re not leaving! You need to tell me –” He stopped as he looked to the doorway, confusion gracing his features. Harold, unsure about what caused Ovi to pause, turned around to find his young daughter leering at him from the doorway, the two-tailed fox that loitered around Sonic beside her.

“Helen, what’s –” Harold immediately ducked from the object thrown at him, realizing in reflex that the thing that was thrown was a picture… one that, once Harold felt safe from any more getting thrown at him, realized in horror at what Helen learnt.

The pictures of Ovi that he took, comparing his son of old with the mysterious stranger.

Ovi felt tense, his body shaking over the realization blooming in his head. He turned toward the conversation that was happening in his muted absence.

“ – Made me think he was just a random orphan you had a strange interest in!” Helen’s accusatory tone blasted through his senses, but for once it wasn’t directed at him. Instead, Helen’s own finger was jabbed into Harold’s face, the girl’s face all red with anger.

Harold, for lack of a better word, kept his face neutral as he walked out of the room, ignoring Helen’s demands of ‘Father!’ and Tails’ cries of ‘Don’t walk away!’ reverberated with Amy and Nebula’s own shouts of ‘Hold on!’. Ovi, on the other hand, kept staring at Helen as she angrily ran after her father.

[yemilnisu]

FIRST LOVE PT.2

Synopsis: bumping in to your ex at a dark alley right when you just got back in town. is this a sign from the universe for him to get back to you?

Pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader

Genre: angst, fluff if you squint hard enough

Word Count: 2.4K

「part 1」

nisu entries:

since y’all asked for part 2 here you go! i would like to thank @iis4d for helping me make this and for the plot. i added few more details to it. and i would like to say that you’re one of the sweetest person i met here🥺♥️ i really enjoyed making this so I hope you guys will too!

“How many times have I told you to stay the hell away from her,” someone growled then you heard a loud thud followed by a noise that sounded like someone is being punched countless of times.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything but curiosity got over and you walked through the alley where you think you heard the commotion happening. Your eyes widen as a group of men was beating up another person.

You looked around and when you saw two cops patrolling you hurriedly made your way to them. You explained to them what you saw and they quickly ran to the alley.

The group of men ran away when they heard the cops approaching and the cops ran after them, leaving you and the guy they were beating up earlier. “Oh my, God. Are you alrig- Kei?!”

You were taken aback from this unexpected occurrence of you suddenly bumping in to your ex, when you literally just got back in town. It has been more than 4 years since the both of you met and it was the day when you broke up. You haven’t been in contact with each other since then.

“Y/N?” Tsukishima exclaimed but it was more like a soft gasped because he was badly injured. You quickly helped him get up and without saying a word you put his arm around your shoulder and held his waist, so you could carry him out of that dark alley. When the both you you walked out of the alley, you called a cab.

Tsukishima just obliged due to the fact that he was beaten up and can’t complain nor make a salty remark. “To the nearest hospital,” you pleaded as you pulled out your handkerchief to wipe away the dirt and blood that was on Tsukishima’s face. He flinched at the sudden contact. “Sorry,” you lisped. You continued to wipe his face but more gentle this time.

While you were so focused on wiping his face clean. Tsukishima scanned your expression. Your eyebrows were a little furrowed as you were so concentrated on what you were doing. Your eyes reflected the streets’ lights, it looked like it were shining and it was so mesmerizing to look at. Nor he or you notice how long he was staring deeply into your eyes. For a moment, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Tsukishima glanced at the door, where you were standing and talking to the doctor who treated him earlier. He surveyed you from head-to-toe, there was this aura surrounding you. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it but he knows there was something new to you.

Is it because he haven’t seen or heard from you in a really long time.? Your style of clothing improved, not that he disliked the old one. You were more confident. He could see it from the way you stand, the way you talk and the way you walk, you were stunning as ever.

His eyes quickly avoided your direction when he saw that you were coming back inside the room. You approached him and asked, “how are you feeling now?” a worried expression was painted all over your face.

“I’m feeling fine, never been better,” given to his situation he still managed to sneak in a sarcastic comment.

“Kei,” you sternly stated. The way his name came out of your mouth, sends shivers down his spine. He forgot how serious you could get that sometimes even himself was a little frightened of you, but he would never admit it to himself.

“Besides the fact that I’m in a hospital bed and my face is all beaten up, I think I’m fine,” he sighed.

“Why would you let yourself get beaten up like this? And more importantly why did they do this to you?” you scowled. You were frustrated on why Tsukishima didn’t fight back. After a few seconds of silence, you figured that he doesn’t want to talk about it. “Uh, it’s okay you don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just lost in my thoughts,” he trailed off. You seated on the couch beside the hospital bed as he was getting ready to tell you what happened. He huffed, “remember that girl I... the reason why we broke up?” He mentally face palmed himself. Why didn’t he think twice before telling you what happened. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut. He guessed that there no turning back now.

There was this awkward atmosphere all over the room. But you still managed to let out a hum for him to continue what he was saying.

“She ghosted me like no phone call, no text message no nothing. She was gone just like that. After a week, I heard a rumor that she got back with her ex. Those dudes earlier was his ex and his friends. All I wanted was an explanation. How could she left me like that? She didn’t even say goodbye or break us off. I was going to let her go, I just wanted the answer to my questions.,” he explained. You could hear sadness and frustration in his tone.

Your gaze softened as you stare at him. All he wanted from the girl was closure but in return he got ghosted and even more worse he got beaten up. You noticed a tear escaped his eyes but he quickly turned his back on you and wiped it away.

You felt bad. You know that he doesn’t deserve this, no one deserves to go through this kind of situation. He deserves to be happy, even though he broke up with you. He just wanted to be happy, to find light into this dark and cruel world. You wanted to help him and you will.

“Kei,” you softly called out. “Um I’ll give you some space,” you excused yourself and walked out of the room. You thought that this is the best thing he needs, space. So he can clear the things that’s on his mind.

You stayed at the hospital that night. You were also the one who took care of him while he was there. You know how hard his situation is, so you thought that this is the least you could do for him. Even though you guys broken up years ago, he was still someone very special to you.

“Kei, where are you going? You just got out of the hospital,” Tsukishima’s brother, Akiteru reminded as his stubborn little brother was putting his shoes on.

“I’m going to see Y/N,” he answered. “I’m gonna thank her for taking care of me and pay her back for the hospital bills,” he pondered as he closed the door behind him not even giving his brother a chance to reply.

He wanted to thank you for your kindness and consideration. You were there when he was at his darkest times. When he thought no one could pull him out of that heartbreak, but there you were, stretching your arm to help him get out of it and once again brought light into his life.

You stayed with him for the whole time he was there. You bought him food, you even baked him his favorite strawberry shortcake and everything that he needs. You were even the one who paid for his hospital bills and he felt so embarrassed that you paid for it, that’s why he wanted to see you to pay you back and maybe that’s not the only reason on why he wanted to see you again.

It was selfish but he wanted you back. He regretted ever leaving such a kind hearted person like you. He wanted another chance, another chance for the both of you. And this time he’ll make sure he will stay ‘till the end. He’ll make sure to never leave you again, to never hurt you.

He saw a U-haul parked in front of your house. His heart fluttered, does this mean your moving back here? Is this fate finally turning into his side? Is this fate telling him to shoot his shot again? That there’s still hope for the both of you?

“Y/N!” he called out when he noticed your small figure standing on the sidewalk.

“Oh, Kei! I forgot that you’ll be discharged today,” you divulged. “Sorry I didn’t help you pack up. I was a little occupied today.”

“No no. It’s fine. You already done so much,” he checked out the truck. “Are you moving back here?” he asked, trying not to sound too excited or intrigued.

You also took a glimpse of the U-haul truck behind you. “No. It’s quite the opposite...” Tsukishima was confused if you’re not moving back here and there’s a U-haul truck in front of your house, does that mean. “I’m actually moving out,” you declared.

“What?” He mused.

“There was so much going on that I forgot to mention it when we were at the hospital. But yeah, the reason why I’m back here is because I’m permanently moving out to live with my fiancé in Tokyo,” you happily announced as you reminisce when a guy was on bended knee in front of you holding a velvet box with a beautiful ring inside it.

“Huh? I mean, you have a fiancé? It’s just that- I didn’t notice you wearing a ring for the past few days,” he blurted out. Maybe you were just pranking him. You were quite a prankster when the two of you were still dating.

“Yeah, because he bought the wrong size and it needed to be adjusted since it’s a little big for my finger,” you laughed. You showed him your hand to show a beautiful diamond engagement ring on your ring finger.

He gawked at the ring as his plans came crushing down on him. His plan to get back with you, to treat you right this time.

That’s when it hit him, his plan was so one-sided. He made a plan not knowing what was going on with your life or how far you have become. He didn’t even ask if you were dating someone or not. He made a plan only thinking about his opinion.

This was the problem back then, he would only think about himself, about what would make him happy. That’s why he broke up with you because he thought he’ll be happier with that girl.

He wasn’t contented with the happiness you were giving him since you were always away. He was blinded by the amount of attention the girl gave him, the attention he craved from you. Since the girl was there for him who he thought that she will always be there but she only used him to get over her ex. In which she obviously did not ‘cause she crawled back to his ex.

And when he finally understood what happiness feels like, his happiness already found its own happiness, you already found someone else.

You didn’t mention anything to him because you were busy consoling him out of his break up. And you thought it’ll be weird to just suddenly say something about your life when he couldn’t even put his life together.

“Ah! There he is! Keiji!” you shrieked as you noticed a guy walking behind Tsukishima. As Akaashi made his way to you, you cling into his arm like a koala. He was your happiness, he was the one who helped you with every struggle you encounter, he was your yellow.

Akaashi smiled at how cute and clingy you were. He kissed your forehead. “Are you ready?”

“Of course! Oh! My parents kept asking where you were or what time you’ll arrive. It feels like they want to see you more than their own daughter!” you pouted.

“They don’t mean to make you feel that way, princess,” he chuckled at how childish you were but he still find it adorable.

“I know,” you giggled. “Oh, babe, you still remember Kei, right?” You stated as you remember the fellow was still standing right in front of the both of you.

Tsukishima painfully watched the whole exchange of how you, his world cling into another man’s arm.

“Of course,” Akaashi turned his gaze to the lad in front of him. “we played in high school, remember?” he smiled and reached out his hand to Tsukishima. In which Tsukishima returned.

Akaashi knew your past with him. He knew how broken you were when your 5 year long boyfriend broke up with you. He was also the one who witnessed you crying alone in the classroom. He stayed by your side ever since.

“Right, hehe. Babe, did you brought it?” you asked.

“I did,” he replied. He pulled something out of his pocket it was a small envelope and you excitedly grabbed it out of his grasp.

You gave it to Tsukishima. He opened it and it was what he expected it to be, a wedding invitation that is a few months away.

“Since we promised to invite each other on our wedding, there you go,” you sweetly smiled.

“Oh,” he forced out a laugh. What a terrible turn of events. It was supposed to be the other way around. He was supposed to be the one giving you an invitation to his wedding, not you. He chortled, “karma is really a bitch.”

“Huh? Did you say something?” you asked.

“I said I’m happy for the both of you and that I’m going to attend your wedding,” he lied. You clapped because you were happy that he was going. You were actually a little worried that he won’t be able to come since you thought he’ll be awkward about it.

You were happy that such a close friend of yours was able to come. Yes, before you guys dated he was the closest to a brother to you but the break up placed a gap between the two of you. Since you thought that he already moved on from your past, you took this chance to become friends with him again, to have closure.

That’s what you thought, but the truth is he never got over you. He would always feel shallow and empty after the break up. It was only covered up by the girl’s attention.

Tsukishima watched as you walked down the aisle, your hands tightly clenched on the white bouquet. He attended your wedding just take a glimpse of you walking down the aisle and wearing a white dress. Even though he wasn’t the one waiting in the altar.