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idk how to go about sending you a screencap etc but i donated! Could i get some childhood friends mattfoggy or cooking gone wrong? Thank you for taking your time to do this!

IT BECAME A MATT ADOPTED BY THE NELSONS FIC AND I GOT SOME FEELINGS.

(also, if you would like a matt/foggy thing of your very own, donate any amount to the palestine children's relief fund and i'll write you an undisclosed amount of words)

Foggy’s the first person to visit Matt at the hospital after his accident—Matt’s dad didn’t want to let anybody in yet until things were more stable but Foggy talked his way into it. He’s really good at that.

“Hey, Matty,” he says, squeezing Matt’s shoulder. “. . .bad week, huh?”

Matt’s silent for a moment before he bursts out laughing, catching his breath before he grins up at Foggy and says, “Kind of, buddy.”

“I’m going to try to avoid all the concerned questions and stuff because you’re probably already tired of that,” Foggy says. “Although I bet that you’re liking getting attention from all the pretty nurses.”

“Are they pretty?” Matt asks, raising his eyebrows. “I can’t see them.”

“In that case, they’re all super hot,” Foggy says, then makes a soft interested noise. “Hey, do your other senses actually get all heightened when you’re blinded? Like can you smell colors now?”

Matt falters for a second then laughs and says, “Uhm, no, nothing like that.”

“Damn,” Foggy says, ruffling Matt’s hair, fingers lingering there for a few moments. “You really can’t win.”

~~~

The night that Matt’s dad dies, Foggy’s mom picks him up and brings him back to their apartment.

Foggy apparently knows everything because he just pulls Matt into a hug and holds on, which is what makes Matt really cry, the insane tension in every inch of his body releasing as he sobs into Foggy’s hoodie. Foggy doesn’t even shush him or tell him everything’s going to be alright. He just pets Matt’s hair and stays and it’s exactly what he needs.

He sleeps in Foggy’s bed that night because neither of them wants to let go of each other.

A few days later, they fit another twin bed into Foggy’s room. His parents jump through hoops to become foster parents just so they can take him in and he won’t be in the system. And Matt, confused and scared and grateful, stays.

“Permanent sleepover,” Foggy says, flopping down on Matt’s bed, when they’ve mixed up the room to fit in all of Matt’s things. “You’re gonna get tired of me real quick, buddy.”

“I doubt it,” Matt says, sitting next to him. “How long have we known each other?”

“We reached for the same juicebox in kindergarten,” Foggy says, dreamily, “and it’s been true love ever since.”

Matt turns his head when he laughs, hoping that Foggy won’t see him blush.

“If I haven’t gotten tired of you by now, I think it’ll be fine,” he says.

“I mean, you’re sort of my brother now,” Foggy says, sitting up, “so our dynamic might dramatically change.”

“. . .do you think so?” Matt asks, feeling weird about it.

“Nah,” Foggy says. “Our friendship is rock solid.”

“If you don’t put your dirty socks in the laundry hamper, I’m going to smother you to death with them,” Matt says, darkly, throwing one of the worst offenders at Foggy’s head.

“I can’t help that you’ve got a sensitive nose,” Foggy says.

“It doesn’t take a sensitive nose, Franklin!” Foggy’s mom says, passing by the door.

“Yeah, Franklin,” Matt echoes, smirking.

“You’ve been here a month,” Foggy says. “I can’t believe you’re already the favorite child.”

“I’m not,” Matt says, rolling his eyes.

“MA, WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE KID?” Foggy yells.

“MATT!” Foggy’s mom yells back.

“Told ya,” Foggy says, sounding happy.

~~~

The Nelsons throw Matt a thirteenth birthday party that he has to sneak away from midway through, not surprised when Foggy peeks his head into the bathroom to see him sitting in the bathtub.

“Hey, bud,” Foggy says, softly. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Matt says, wiping his eyes with his sleeves and trying to smile.

“It’s okay if you’re not,” Foggy says, locking the bathroom door and climbing into the tub with him, pressed against his side.

“. . .I miss my dad,” Matt admits.

“Oh,” Foggy says, wrapping an arm around him. “First birthday without him.”

Matt nods.

Foggy hugs him close for a second before he presses a firm kiss to his temple and climbs out of the tub, saying, “Stay right there. I’m bringing back cake.”

Matt presses fingers to the place where Foggy kissed him and tries not to think too hard about it. Lately, he's been desperately trying not to make it weird that he's feeling new things when Foggy casually touches him.

~~~

They're fourteen when they're left home alone for a night and proceed to get drunk for the first time off three bottles of beer shared between them.

"Tell me about the kiss," Foggy insists.

"I don't know what you want me to say," Matt says, a little more smug than he means to be for someone that kissed a girl for five seconds during a game of spin the bottle. "It was just a kiss."

"Act it out," Foggy says, thrusting a throw pillow at him. "On this pillow."

"No," Matt says, giggling.

"You're useless to me, Murdock," Foggy says.

"C'mere," Matt says, leaning in, because his head is swimmy and they're all alone and Foggy will probably think that it's funny. He finds Foggy's face with both of his hands and kisses him softly on the mouth.

"Oh," Foggy says, softly.

". . .yeah," Matt says, sitting back slowly. "It was just. . ."

"A kiss," Foggy says.

"A kiss," Matt echoes, nodding.

~~~

The summer after their freshman year, they're bickering over something and it leads to stupid playfighting, a broken lamp and Matt flat on his bed with Foggy on top of him.

"Sorry," Foggy says, not moving.

Matt listens to his heartbeat for five seconds, trying to make a decision, but Foggy kisses him first this time. It's different than the first time. They're older and they've both kissed other people and it makes Matt moan, a noise that startles both of them.

They're quiet for a long moment.

". . .my, uhm. . .my parents want to officially adopt you," Foggy says, strained.

"Oh," Matt says.

#mattfoggy #my fic #daredevil #i don't know where they go from here lol

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Shock Factor

Jake Peralta x Reader - Life changing celebrations with a unlikely duo: a lawyer and a detective. [2.2K Words]

Requested by: @shycollectionwolfstuff - I hope you enjoy and that you don’t mind me indulging in my own plot ideas. My apologies for taking so long to write it. <3

The muscles in your system ached from your sleep. The sunrise shone brightly behind your closed eyes as you twisted in your sheets, desperate for an extra five minutes in bed.

You knew it was early, too early to be a functioning human being. Before you could bury yourself in sleep, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you forward into a sea of blankets and pillows. “Good morning Sunshine,” a husky voice, belonging to none other than Jacob Peralta, greeted you. “Up and at’em, Babe.”

Your boyfriend smiled when you pressed a groan into his chest. His eyes darting to your shared alarm clock, its blazing red numbers flashing as the time hit six in the morning. Jake dug within the sheets to bring your face up and towards his before planting a kiss on your nose, “We can do this!” He declared enthusiastically before whipping away the covers.

Today was the day.

You had been waiting for this day since you were a kid. Ever since little (Y/N) accidentally discovered the joys of Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder, she was fixated on a career in law. Whether it was environmental or business law, she was hooked on commanding a courtroom with her ingenious ideas and clever arguments.

Of course, this notion horrified some of the people in her life. Her adoptive dad, Raymond Holt, always had a distaste for lawyers. The profession contradicted everything he stood for: the validity of the justice system, rule and conduct, and his duty of putting away criminals. But seeing you light up the courtroom in your early years as a lawyer caused a change of heart.

Jake had felt the same way when he met you. He had terrible run-ins with lawyers over his years on the force, too many to count. A thousand of sleaze-balls trying to convince a room that hardened criminals were innocent. But when he saw you that day working a pro bono case, he believed every word you said and he knew you did too. Your eyes shone with compassion for the victim, a layer of sympathy in your voice as you walked the jury through the course of events. Jake knew then his life would change for the better and that he wanted to have the biggest pleasure of being your cheerleader.

After three years together, you’ve finally finished your doctorate in law studies and Jake got to be your sweet sweet date for the festivities. Today you get presented with your doctorate degree, and your entire circle was overjoyed with the news. The other half of your pair of adoptive fathers, Kevin Cozner, was particularly overjoyed since the new designation came with a professor position at Columbia University. Your entire extended family and the detective squad of the Ninety-Ninth precinct will be over at the Holt-Cozner house to celebrate your success before you walk on stage.

Jake was so excited to meet your family. He had many dinners with your parents before, more than either dad wanted, but this one was special. This time, Jake got to be a part of your story in a spectacular way.

Peralta helped you change into your graduation dress, its pink silk dripping over your lazy limbs. You sleepily did your hair and make-up as Jake put on his fanciest button-up and tie. Your boyfriend moved like a 1980s animated cartoon, his feet moving fast while running from room to room making sure that the cupcakes you prepared the night before were neatly packed while also double checking that his dress shoes were perfectly shiny. Your boyfriend’s arms were frantic while ushering you out of the apartment, one hand on the small of your back while the other carried your purse.

He kicked the door shut with his heel and as he whirled his head around you caught his lips in yours, slowing down his rushed heartbeat. The kiss was abrupt but there was a softness to it, something time-stilling about it. The cupcake container you held created a gap between the two of you. The space seemed to stretch for miles, but Jake’s hand never waivered from its place on you waist.

“I love you.” You whispered, planting another kiss on his chin.

“And I love you.” The detective replied with the ‘too’ dropped, because it wasn’t conditional to you loving him but a feeling that he harboured through his entire existence.

The party buzzed throughout the morning. In the midst of Jake helping Kevin prepare his famous rice dish, there were a hundred musings of your childhood: pictures in the kitchen of you and your first spelling bee prize, trinkets of handmade pottery you’ve made for father’s day.

Jake could hear your Uncle Henry embarrassing you in the other room, telling the squad a story from when you were interning at his firm, ‘And she stayed till after closing trying to fix the damn printer so the attorney could present in the morning!’. There was an echo of laughter and Peralta could already imagine your face blushing in a bright cherry shade.

His heart warmed. Jake always enjoyed his visits to your childhood home, especially when it included a slideshow of your baby pictures from your Aunt Janice and peaks into your childhood bedroom. He loved visiting so much that he almost felt guilty for what he was about to do.

On cue, Holt arrived in the room requesting you and the squad to follow him into the kitchen. Soon the kitchen was overwhelmed with detectives, with you placed right in the middle of the circle of officers. “I got a call from Lieutenant Hicks from our neighbouring precinct, there has been a hack on several precinct firewalls causing havoc with missing evidence and perpetrators running free from holding cells. We need to get back to work right away.” The kitchen quickly filled with shots of confused questions and protests, all of which were silenced with another command. “We don’t have time to discuss the details. All units are to report for duty immediately.”

The crowd dispersed with some unsatisfied grumbles. Only you, Jake, and your parents were left standing in the kitchen, the whistle of pots filled the thick silence. There was an immediate look of guilt radiating on Holt’s face. Though your dad usually bore a deadpanned face, you’ve grown to know the different shades of his expressions. “I am so sorry (Y/N), I know you’re walking the stage in a couple of hours but this will likely take up the rest of the morning.” He apologized, bringing in you into a hug. “The squad and I will try our best to make it back for the afterparty at Shaw's Bar.”

“I understand, stay safe you two.” You replied, turning out of your father’s hug to give Jake one. You were used to these inconvenienced instances by now. Even if it were your birthday or your tenth-grade talent show, you understood from an early age that there was always someone in need of saving; that the absence of Holt during bedtime stories meant that he was fulfilling his job.

The walk across from the stage was a lonely one, with only Kevin and some of your distant relatives cheering you on from the sidelines. But you strode confidently through the rest of the celebration, head held high and your pride in yourself never wavering.

After the last of the names were called and the speeches from your professors were finished, you rushed outside to the university gardens with your purple and white New York University graduation gown swaying in the winds. Kevin was the first to greet you, engulfing you in an embrace that almost made your doctorate cap fall. He pulled away excitedly, gifting you a Columbia sweatshirt that had ‘Professor Holt-Cozner’ embroidered on the sleeve. “I also got us matching lunch bags,” Kevin admitted with a shyness in his voice, “I know it’s not necessarily ‘hip’ to eat lunch with your dad but I hope you will at least give your old man a nod across the cafeteria.” He joked.

You gave him a look, taken aback by his language “Dad, did you just use several informal nouns and an expression within the same sentence for humour reasons?” You teased, giving your father a look.

The two of you shared a smile before the moment was interrupted by a loud ringing coming from your gown pocket. Your eyes scanned the phone screen, there were flashing letters telling you the district attorney was calling. “Hello District Attorney Melvin, what can I do for you?” You greeted, taken aback by the random call. It’s been years since you’ve taken a public case.

You heard a rustling of papers on the other end of the line before the DA spoke ‘(Y/N), thank you for taking my call. I understand it’s been a while since you’ve worked at the office, but I have received a concerning call that a Jacob Peralta was taken into processing at the Seven-Four and is in need of legal representation.’

“The Seven-Four? Has that precinct been hacked as well?” Concern rippled through your body, unable to maintain your composure as you shot worried glances toward Kevin. “Nevermind, I’m on my way. Thank you for the call, Melvin.”

The tips of your toes carried you up the stairs and into the precinct, your legs moving unfamiliarly as you tried to navigate the different levels of the building. You could feel your dad following closely behind you, making sure your dress didn’t snag on anything.

The rest of your family party excused themselves home, the festivities of your day were long forgotten as you let your heart panic with anxiety at what’s to come. You can feel your heart beat rapidly as you made your way towards the interrogation room, guided by a police officer you’d already forgotten the name of. Your mind immediately went towards a million situations, all of which were some version of the worst-case scenario: Was Jake framed for a crime he didn’t commit? How will you be able to defend your way out of this one? Why is the officer leading you towards the roof?

Your feet halted with the soft click of your heels silencing. You only now take notice that Kevin had stopped following you as the officer tipped his hat towards you without another word. Lost at what to do next, you had no choice but to go through the roof door. The Brooklyn night air stuck to your skin, its humidity mixing in with your anxiety sweats.

There on the roof, surrounded by fairy lights and rose petals, stood your boyfriend.

Before you could scold Jake for causing you to panic with another one of his pranks, he silenced your worries with a light touch of your hand. Peralta pulled you into his embrace so that the two of you were touching chest to chest, your body immediately melted into his touch, your mind already forgetting about your other worries.

“There wasn’t an emergency at the precinct was there?” You asked, suspicion lacing your voice as your nose scrunched. For a lawyer, you weren’t very good at deducing the situation.

“Nope,” He admitted smugly, “The Seven-Four: the precinct I worked at before coming to the Nine-Nine and also the day I decided that I wanted to marry you.” Jake was beyond nervous at this point but he wasn’t going to back down now. Despite the slick of his palms and the butterflies erupting in his chest, he continued carrying on with his monologue. “It was the fourth of July and we were celebrating at your uncle’s house. As fireworks blew up in the air, you said that you wanted to host a barbeque ten times as festive as the one he was hosting.” The detective began kneeling down on one knee, reaching into his pocket, “And that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, especially coming from someone whose dads are not quite the festive type.” He joked, finally revealing the ring. Jake took a deep breath, the tremble in his fingers giving away his jitters. Even in the months of preparing this ruse and lying about his whereabouts, the gravity of the situation hadn’t hit him until now. “You make everything into a celebration, and I want to be a part of that. (Y/N) Holt-Cozner, will you marry me?”

The air thickened around you and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. You bent down towards Jake, not being able to bear the solo attention for too long. Your eyes began to water, feeling at a loss for words. “Yes,” you whispered. The word sounded like a promise, a spell that engraved your life with Jake’s forever. “Yes, I’d love to marry you.”

The roof terrace erupted in cheers causing you to fall into Jake with surprise. Applause erupted from the squad with your family and friends emerging from hidden corners. Your now fiancé slipped the ring onto your finger and the two of you stood up to accept the many congratulations. The night spurred with energy as tables were quickly set up and Shaw’s Bar was brought up to the top of the Seventy-Fourth precinct.

“So,” You began once you had a moment with Jake alone, “Why the elaborate prank?” Your question held no malice, only amusement your partner’s playful ways.

Jake shook his head with a smile, bringing you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead “For the shock factor Babe, obviously.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning your attention to the rest of the squad. Jake was right, you knew that there is always a need for spectacle with him, obviously. And you also knew that your prank loving fiancé meant well; that missing your graduation was just the small price he had to pay for the proposal to go smoothly.

As you chanced a glance at Jake while everyone was taking turns at giving toasts, your couldn’t help but consider yourself so lucky. The detective who helped your father find your family pet, Cheddar, when he got taken away, your best friend who was with you when your parents were going through a rocky time, and your lover when it came to all things celebratory is now your fiancé!

If you had told little (Y/N) that her love for Legally Blonde, Suits, and How to Get Away with Murder would cause her to meet the man of her dreams she wouldn’t have believed you. And even presently, as you stood hugging Jake’s side, you were a little lost for words.

‘Shock factor accomplished.’ You mumbled to yourself with a smile as you pulled the detective closer to you. And you could’ve sworn you saw a ghost of a smile grace on Jake’s face as you did.

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yuyusuyu · 9 months

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bloody hell — prologue

warnings. nothing, but lmk if there's any thing i should add!

wc. 0.6k

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YOU are positive that you must've been cursed at birth. there's no other plausible explanation as to why your entire life, to this day, has been nothing but a series of unfortunate events one after another, bad luck following you every single day after you opened your eyes and laid your gaze on the world.

but the universe was kind enough to have given you a little brother, preventing you from being completely lonely after the age of thirteen. when you first met him, kou, you didn't think much. he was just going to be like the rest of the kids that ignored you, called you names in front of your face, prayed in front of you to whoever was out there that you would leave because you're an abomination. whatever you looked at, wherever you breathed, whatever you touched, they claimed, turned black and ugly.

because you're an abomination, an ugly thing they wish to never see.

and fifteen year old you began to agree with their words.

but kou didn't seem to think so.

when kou arrived at the orphanage, he had barely turned five. he hid behind the ladies of the orphanage, peering at you with wide eyes as they told you that he would be your roommate because everyone else requested to be with someone else after sleeping one night in the same room as you. you felt sorry for him then, thinking about how someone so young shouldn't be with someone like you. but kou stuck to you like glue after that night, contrary to popular belief that he would cry to be switched to room with someone else. maybe it was because you tried comforting him to the best of his ability when he woke up, crying and mourning the loss of his family. even if you were awkward in trying to soothe his aching heart, you still tried your very best and you think kou knew that, too.

he followed you around, called you his big sister and always held your hand, always hugged you and kissed your cheeks because that's how his family showed love and appreciation. kou was like a beacon of light to you, one that was warm and loving. and for him, you decided that you would be a better person. for kou, you would fight for a better future, one where you two lived well and were happy without a worry. he became your luck, your everything, your world, your little brother.

but your bad luck finally came back, deciding that kou had to suffer for being with you. kou had fallen incredibly sick in your last year of high school, the orphanage deciding that there was nothing they could do, deciding to not take him to the doctor because life isn't fair to everyone. you saved what you could, promising kou that once you graduated you'd find a place for both of them to live far away from this wretched orphanage.

and you did do that. once you graduated and what little you managed to save from working all sorts of odd jobs, you found an apartment, signed a lease and went back to adopt your little brother, the old ladies happily getting the paperwork ready and basically kicking both you and the eleven year old as soon as the paperwork was signed.

and that's how you find yourself in your current predicament: the bills are starting to get higher, your studies getting harder, and kou needing new materials for school along with his medicine. you're stressed, but there's nothing you wouldn't face for the sake of a better future for kou, your little brother.

and maybe that's what started everything, setting it into motion so that you couldn't escape fate's grip on you, so that he wouldn't escape it either.

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keii-starz · 1 month

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Leon Lavigne (twst oc 2!)

picrew used

BACKGROUND INFO (scroll to "everything else" for basic info):

he never got to meet his parents as a kid, so he remembers staying in an orphanage most of his childhood. before he got adopted at the age of 12, leon was practically already raising himself at the orphanage. he taught himself how to read and write, cook, etc.

-the orphanage he was in neglected their kids, but still gave them basic necessities, such as their own rooms, water, and food, but it was never enough. children would often wake up in the middle of the night because they were hungry.

-he has always been interested in plants and herbs when he was younger (and still is), and has read every book he could find in the orphanage's library and the library near the orphanage about plants.

-talks to plants and thinks of them as his friends, even the poisonous ones, thinks of trees as his older brothers and sisters, was never close with anyone in the orphanage, they thought of him as a "strange plant-obsessed freak"

-once, the children of the orphanage beat him up brutally, but he acted as if he was a masochist and enjoyed the pain, though, on the inside, he found it really painful, and despised every one of the children. the children never bothered doing anything to him afterwards, and instead chose to ignore him, but would badmouth him whenever he wasn't around. he despised the adults even more, for not doing anything, and for not treating the children in the orphanage and him better.

-found an injured kitten lying outside the orphanage shivering in the cold one winter, and decided to care for it, named it "Lev". when he later got adopted, he took it with him to his new home. when he came to nrc, he left Lev to his father to care for.

no parents were interested in him until the owner of an apothecary shop took interest in him and adopted him, he also made Leon his apprentice. Leon would watch over the shop whenever the owner was absent. leon thought he was very lucky to get adopted by the man. he was disappointed to have to say goodbye to his plant (and tree) friends when he left the orphanage but made new friends with the ones at the apothecary.

-he got the last name "Lavigne" after getting adopted

-although his father is a bit cold and distant, and very strict, he still gives Leon everything he needs and shows genuine concern for Leon, Leon doesn't mind it whenever he's cold or strict, because he knows he has good intentions

EVERYTHING ELSE:

basic info, nrc, and unique magic:

pronouns: he/him

-introvert

birthday: february 10, aquarius (yes, right before mine, haha)

2nd year, pomefiore dorm

homeland: shaftlands

best subject: alchemy

worst subject: P.E. (excluding flying)

unique magic: "Can I borrow that, friend?": scans the nearby plants in the area and depending on if Leon is looking for a plant with medicinal properties, or a poisonous plant, will apply the use of the plant onto the target

-if he is looking for a poisonous plant, he can use his unique magic to use the plant's poison to poison the target (leon can take back the effect of it at any moment). same side effects as healing.

-if he is looking for a plant with medicinal properties, he can use his unique magic to use the plant to heal a person; however, the plant disintegrates right after, and he is unable to sleep for two nights in a row. doesn't work on leon.

other:

-loves all plants, flowers, and trees; doesn't have a favorite

-picked up on skincare and started becoming interested in it from his father later on, vil reminds him of his father

-besties with silver and jack, thinks of epel like the little brother he never had, thinks of vil like a second parent, and likes how unique rook is.

-vil tried to recruit leon into the film research club before, but leon declined.

while he is pretty nice, should you stab him in the back, or piss him off a ton, he has his ways of getting back at you...though, if you happened to upset him in any way, and it isn't to the point he absolutely despises you, then he has other things to worry about.

-dislikes sweets

-is a huge neat freak, and likes to keep things clean

leon can be pretty clumsy, not in the way that he messes a lot of things up, but in the way that he gets hurt easily. he's always been pretty weak and had a frail body.

-is interested in fashion, good at picking clothes for others

-whenever he's not in his uniform, he usually wears a variety of fashionable, yet comfy clothing. usually wears muted clothing.

-his star earring is one of his most valued belongings, as it was the first gift he got from his adoptive father.

-like silver, animals tend to flock to him, and he doesn't seem to mind

-talks about lev (his cat) a lot

tagging ppl who might be interested! : @azulashengrottospiano @ceruleancattail @siphoklansan @moonlitnyx @dove-da-birb @l7k-a @krenenbaker

#keisocs ༉‧₊˚✧#im going sleep now bye bye see ya later #leon lavigne #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 3 months

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Pancake Morning (Wedding Planner AU drabble)

A little Tumblr-exclusive drabble to go along with Sushi Night. I've had this idea for a while, but couldn't find a good place for it until now. Enjoy some family fluff!

Kerri didn’t know for sure when she started calling Sasha by Mom.

In all fairness, Sasha didn’t know when it started, either.

One day, Kerri started using that word when referring to Sasha, whether Sasha was in the room or not. It was a natural change for both of them. Sasha was her mother, so she was called Mom. Sometimes Momma would be used, but nobody batted an eye when Kerri called her anything maternal.

Yet she was still calling Anetra by, well, Anetra.

Kerri loved both her mothers just the same and was close to both. She just hadn’t found the moment when it didn’t feel forced yet to call Anetra by mom.

It was a sunny Saturday morning when the teenager was hit with the smell of pancakes when she left her bedroom. Kerri knew Sasha was working at a wedding this weekend, so it couldn’t have been her in the kitchen.

Lately, Anetra was hardly seen in the mornings. Kerri didn’t know what caused the sudden change, but she did try asking about it. Sasha would make quick excuses for her wife like, ‘She’s not feeling well.’ or ‘She’s sleeping in.’ and then change the subject.

Kerri found her way to the kitchen and found Anetra scooping batter from a large bowl and pouring it onto a small griddle. She didn’t even know they even had a griddle in the house.

Carole King’s Tapestry album played from the small speaker they kept in the kitchen, but was only used a few times a year. She could hear Anetra softly humming along to the music while swaying her hips gently.

Kerri felt herself smile when she saw Anetra feeling upbeat. Every time she’s seen her mother lately, Anetra looked exhausted. She’s even caught her falling asleep on Sasha’s shoulder during a family movie night last week.

“You want some pancakes?” Anetra asked as she turned her head, opening the cabinet for a spare plate.

“Sure,” Kerri said as she sat at the breakfast bar and watched Anetra prepare a plate with a healthy-sized stack of pancakes. “Why are you up so early?” she asked.

“I felt pretty good when I woke up and the ba-” Anetra stopped herself, before continuing, “I mean, I was craving some pancakes,” she said as she placed the plate in front of Kerri.

Anetra was digging around the drawer to find silverware, “Hopefully the Bisquick recipe is good, we ran out of the other mix that we usually buy.” she said as she handed Kerri a fork, before making herself a plate.

Kerri took a bite as she watched Anetra buzz around the kitchen. The pancakes were light and fluffy but notably missing something.

“Hey, Mom? Could you pass me the syrup?” Kerri asked as she busied herself with putting a pad of butter on her pancakes and letting it melt. She didn’t even notice that Anetra stopped in her tracks until she looked up.

“Y-yeah, I can grab it for you,” Anetra said in a wavering voice. She was facing the other direction as she looked deep into the cabinet, but Kerri could hear audible sniffles.

“What’s wrong?” Kerri asked. She noticed her tone was eerily similar to Sasha’s whenever she was upset over something.

Anetra tried to wipe her tears away with her bare hand, forgetting about the syrup. “You’ve never called me Mom before.” she pointed out as she tried to dry off her face.

“Oh,” Kerri said, realizing what she just said. It felt natural to say it at the time. Anetra is her mother, so she wanted to call her Mom. “Then why are you crying?” she asked. Anetra wasn’t the emotional type of parent that Kerri knew her to be since her adoption.

Anetra took a deep, calming breath and sat on the stool next to Kerri. Kerri now had her full attention on Anetra.

“Sasha and I were going to wait to tell you this next week when she was back, but I can tell you early.” Anetra began to explain. “Do you remember when we told you we were thinking about having another kid?” she asked.

“I remember that,” Kerri nodded, even though they told her almost two years ago. She remembered appointment reminder cards from the Women’s Care Center and the sperm bank on the fridge for months, but they slowly stopped showing up.

“Well, we found out that we’re having a baby in November,” Anetra said as she started smiling. “I’m nine weeks along today.”

“So I’m getting a younger sibling again?” Kerri asked, her smile mirroring Anetra’s. Having siblings was the only thing Kerri missed from before foster care. Even though she was stuck babysitting all the time, she loved her younger siblings.

She had her younger cousins now that she saw on occasion, but it wasn’t the same as a brother or sister.

“You are,” Anetra said, understanding how Kerri felt about missing blood family. “Sasha was really excited to tell you, but I guess I’ll break the news to her that I told you early.” she frowned slightly at realizing that she would take away Sasha’s excitement about announcing the pregnancy to everyone.

“Or we could pretend that you never said anything and she can still tell me? I won’t say a word to her.” Kerri suggested.

Anetra thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement, “Deal. Mum’s the word.”

#wedding planner au #rpdr fanfiction #my writing #rpdr s15 #my fics

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medusapelagia · 7 months

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Steddie Week Day 7: The Future

May 28: Free space / Free space / Freedom by Wham!

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: light angst, angst with happy ending, alcohol WC: 1772

The apartment they are living in is nice.

Nothing fancy, just two bedrooms over a Chinese restaurant but the kitchen is big enough to host the kids during their D&D campaign.

Steve’s room it’s the tidy one. The one where they never sleep. Eddie needs his mess to sleep at night and Steve doesn’t complain so…

But tonight Eddie is fretting, pacing around Steve’s tidy room.

His love has gone to attend one of the stupid parties his mum always asks him to accompany her to.

He knows that she will show him around like a racehorse.

She will try to find a good girl for her perfect boy.

It’s not that Eddie is jealous, even if he must admit that deep inside he is, it’s the fact that every time Steve comes home after one of these stupid parties he is a mess.

He doesn’t want to disappoint his mother, he doesn’t want to cheat on Eddie, he doesn’t want to be a bad kid… and, in the end, he usually collapses crying in Eddie’s arm, saying that the next time his mom calls him he will not answer.

But he does.

And so the story repeats itself.

It’s two o’clock in the morning when finally he hears the familiar sound of Steve’s car.

Eddie is watching a movie, he doesn’t even know what kind of movie he is watching, he just needs to pretend that he wasn't waiting for him.

He hears the keys fall to the ground followed by a strange laugh.

Oh god. He is drunk.

That’s bad.

He goes to the door and Steve almost falls in his arms.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, helping him to the sofa.

“Oh… so much fun! Do you know that all my parent’s friends have sons or daughters that attended an Ivy League University? Everyone… except me. And you know that they all have super important jobs? Everyone… except me. And you know that they all have kids? Everyone… except…”

Steve starts to cry.

He is very sensible on that matter.

Formally they are friends living together and legally they can’t adopt.

How could his mother put him through this? She should know how much that hurt Steve.

Or maybe she did it because she knows exactly how much that hurts Steve.

“Hey, sunshine, what do you say if we drink some water and go to bed? Mmh?”

Steve shakes his head.

“I’m a fucking failure, Eddie. I have done nothing right in my life. And you should leave me. I’m just a burden for you.”

God.

He also has to deal with sad drunk Steve.

Eddie always hated Mrs. Harrington, but right now he hates her even more.

“You are not a fucking burden Steve. You are drunk and sad. Drink some water and come to bed, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

He doesn’t know how he finally managed to make him drink the stupid water and go to bed, but he hugs Steve all night long, wiping away the tears that fall from his eye.

Fucking Mrs. Harrington.

How could she do something so vile?

Steve always wanted a family and she knew very well that she was going to break him talking about kids.

That was the first thing that she said to him when he told her that he and Eddie were dating. That he could date Eddie if he dated a nice girl as well “We need an heir to our fortune Stevie.”

That’s all that Steve has always been for them.

The heir to their fortune.

Not even a person.

Just a way to pass on their fortune.

And he was expected to do the same.

“Come on Steve. You already disappoint us in every possible way. Can’t you make me happy and give me a grandson?”

Grandson.

Not even a granddaughter.

A male heir to continue their stupid legacy.

When Steve opens his eyes they are still red from crying, and he is going to have a very bad day.

Eddie hopes that the headache that he is certainly going to have will not transform into a migraine.

“Hey, babe, it’s still soon. Don’t you want to sleep a little more?”

“Not tired…”

Eddie sighs.

He is tired. He is just so tired that he probably can't sleep anymore.

“Ok. What would you like to do? See a movie? Or I can read you something. Do you need an Advil?”

Steve shakes his head and Eddie sighs again, he is not going to ask for meds until it’s too late and they will not have an effect anymore.

That’s a present from Mr. Harrington, who taught him to be tough.

Sometimes Eddie thinks that he would have given everything to meet Steve when he was just a kid. He didn’t have a fairytale childhood but at least he had Wayne and not a couple of fucked up parents that treat him more like a fucking show dog than a kid.

“I was going to read a little bit. Do you mind if I read it out loud? It helps me get more in the story.”

Steve loves when he reads to him. He laughs at the different voices that he makes.

When the boy nods Eddie takes it as a win and starts to read the book he has on his nightstand.

He could have been reading the phone book for how much he cares, but he keeps reading until his boy falls asleep again. He looks at the clock.

It’s six o’clock in the morning. In a couple of hours, Steve should be at Family Video.

No fucking way.

He is going to call in sick for him and he doesn’t care if Keith is going to fire him. Steve needs at least a day to decompress.

****

When Steve wakes up the sun is high in the sky.

He looks at his alarm clock. It’s almost ten. He is late!

He gets up super quickly, screaming at Eddie “Why didn’t you wake me up?! I’m super late!”

“No, you are not.” The other boy answers with calm from their little kitchen.

“I was supposed to be at Family Video at least half an hour ago!” Steve protests.

“Nope. You are sick. I already called Keith.”

“I’m not sick!”

“Yes, you are, baby. Now get in here and eat something. There is no point in arguing about that.”

In the kitchen, Eddie is waiting for him with a cup of tea and some plain toast.

“No coffee?”

“You are sick.”

“I’m not…”

Eddie smiles and gives him the cup of tea and Steve sips it, almost burning his tongue.

Steve is pretending that nothing happened last night, and that hurts Eddie even more. The fact that Steve doesn’t feel comfortable enough with Eddie to admit that last night was shit and he still feels unbalanced.

“Calm down. We have all the time in the world.”

“You have a job as well!”

“And I’m not going either.”

“Eddie, I don't understand what is going on…”

“Steve, my love, you had a horrible night and you need some time to get over it and I’m giving it to you.”

“But they could fire us.”

“So?”

“We need a job to pay for this apartment. Two jobs to be precise.”

“Listen to me, babe. Are you sure that your dream life was living in a small apartment over a Chinese restaurant while working at Family Video?”

“It’s not perfect but…”

“What would you like to do? If you could choose. What would you like to do?”

Steve looks at him puzzled “I don’t know…”

“Steve…”

“I’m too stupid anyway so...”

“Tell me.”

“I’d like to help people.”

“Cool.”

“Cool? Not stupid?”

“No. Cool. There are a lot of jobs that help people… there are social workers, doctors, nurses, policemen, fire fighters…”

“I was… I was thinking about becoming a physiotherapist. I mean… I learned a lot during your recovery, and I’m strong enough to pick up or move a person if needed and I have a good knowledge of injuries and the human body…”

“Great. You have everything already planned out. Why don’t you apply to some course…”

“No fucking university accepted me, Eddie. Do you really think that I’m going to take a fucking degree?!”

“I do. I think that you were too busy with interdimensional monsters to really put your mind on that shit. But now you can. We could move to Chicago. You could see Robin and find some courses. We could work in a stupid coffee shop and you will get your degree. What do you say?”

“What about Wayne? The Corroded Coffin? The kids? My family?”

“It’s Chicago Steve, not Australia. They could come to visit. And, to be honest, I think that Wayne and the kids will be more than happy if we move away after Jason’s show.”

“Why are you doing this Eddie?”

“Because I love you and I want you to be happy.”

“And this has nothing to do with last night, right?”

Well…

“I can stand it anymore, Steve. I can’t keep waiting for you worrying about how broken you will come back. I always wanted to move far away from this fucking town, but I stayed for you. Now Robin is in Chicago, the kids will be all over the Country in a couple of years and Jeff and Gar will leave at the end of the summer. And about your family… If I have to be honest, I really don’t want you to go back to them.”

“Eddie…”

“Listen to me Steve, give me a year. Just a year! If it doesn’t work out we will come back, for good, and I will not propose something so crazy again. But let's try it.”

“A year?” he asks unsure.

“A year. A year to prove to yourself that you are more than a disappointment or a burden. That you are a wonderful person and you could do something good with your life. Do it for you. And for me. A little bit for me because I can’t live in this bigot city anymore.”

Steve sips his tea for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

A year it’s not a long time after all. They are young. They could try. If he agrees.

When Steve gets up without saying anything Eddie looks at him worriedly.

“Steve?”

“Mmh?”

“What do you say?”

“I say that I have to call Robin. No more fucking apartments over restaurants.��

“So that’s a yes?”

Steve smiles at him “It’s a yes Eddie.”

#steddie #steddie week #steddieweek2023 #day 7: free space #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #my fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst with happy ending #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic

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kashikojae · 5 months

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There were many things Cellbit thought of when he left his castle that night. New clues! New places to explore, new evidence to find, and the excitement in his face were clear signs of that. His husband remained on the island. He was invited to join, of course, but this time Roier had decided that he wasn't keen to investigate. It was Cellbit's thing. So he went alone, to brave his way through lands unknown to him, and search for anything, any clue, any footprint.

Cellbit certainly was not expecting to find himself in the adoption centre. A place so familiar to him. Where he first met his son. He had gone to the adoption centre a few times, but never looked attentively enough. If only he did. If only he paid attention. Maybe those clues would be found sooner. Maybe he would have found that strange room upstairs. Maybe, just maybe, he would have found them on time.

His heart was heavy, and his eyes were wet, walking back home late at night. A journal on his hand, and somehow a consuming feeling of blame. A life that was lost in vain, that could have been saved if only he had searched in the right places. Cellbit couldn't deny the way he saw himself in those words. They must have been so scared. But of course they were. He had gone through the same thing a few years ago, when he found himself lost in the middle of a war. Alone, with nothing but an empty mind. Oh, yes. He was just like that little kid. Discovering himself just yet, because he had no memories from before waking up in that warzone. An empty vase, ready to discover himself. Just to be broken and moulded into a killing machine — because it was war and they had to win, else something bad may happen.

Only what could be worse than war?

So he did know those words. Every single of them fell heavy on his heart. He saw himself in it. His doubts, his hopes for a better future, his wishes of someone to please, come and save him from that burning hell. Nobody came to him, of course. And he had to grow up to live the consequences of the monster they had made him become. Those memories haunted him every night he tried to make himself sleep. The memories of hurting, the memories of hunting, the memories of killing. Memories. Now that was the only thing left from that kid. A kid who was so excited to live his life, and be found, and be loved, but who died waiting. They both did.

Only Cellbit had time to rebuild himself, he had a chance to live again.

That kid, whose only thing left was the journal he now held in his backpack, was not so lucky.

'Gatinho?' He heard when he walked up the stairs, finding his husband in bed.

Even half asleep, Roier could feel something was different on the way Cellbit's breathing was heavy in the air. He couldn't help but notice how his shoulders had no strength to remain put up, how his feet were dragging themselves on the ground, how the shine of his eyes was the glistening of a sad past. So he waited. He sat up, turned on the lights, and waited. Cellbit would tell him if he wanted. But if he did not, Roier would be there to lend him his shoulders to cry on.

'Hola guapito,' his voice was deep and careful, as if there was something so fragile he didn't want to break. He sat on the bed, and didn't wait for Roier to offer his arms. He laid against his chest and closed his eyes. 'I found something today.'

'A new clue, then?'

'I'm not sure if it will take me anywhere,' he moved away to look in his husband's eyes, 'but I--'

'You don't need to tell me,' Roier reassured, when he heard Cellbit's voice breaking.

'I want to tell you,' he whispered. 'I found something in the adoption centre, a journal,' Cellbit shifted in place, and took a little notebook out of his backpack, handing it to Roier. 'It belonged to a kid. They were forgotten there. They were never adopted. No one ever came back to take them somewhere else. They--'

Cellbit's voice faltered again. He closed his eyes, and controlled his breath, as Roier read the pages carefully. It didn't take much for him to understand what was so painful. His eyes were filled with tears just before the last few pages. He put the book aside and hugged Cellbit. He was not sure what to do, or how deeply that kid's story had touched him, but he knew it hurted him badly. Roier's tears were empathetic, but Cellbit's tears were wounded.

'I can't help but think what could've happened if I had found that place sooner.'

Roier pushed him away and held his face so they could look into each other's eyes.

'Cellbit, it's not your fault,' Roier said. 'You don't have any part in this.'

'I know, but still,' he shrugged.

'I know how you feel. Maybe not all of it, but I know enough. There's nothing we could have done, gatinho, we didn't know.'

Cellbit sighed. 'You're right.'

He nestled against Roier's chest as they laid on bed, cuddling. Roier caressed Cellbit's hair, comforting him. It was no help wondering what could have happened. He searched for the backpack Cellbit had dropped next to bed a few minutes before, and brought it up to his lap, which caught Cellbit's attention.

'The least we can do,' he said, fetching some charms he had on their cabinet, 'is to honour his wishes. And not forget him.'

On the very front of Cellbit's backpack, Roier hung a silver charm of an egg. It was decorated with a plaid pattern all around it, and a tiny trinket on the front. Cellbit moved his hand towards the silvery egg and, pushing the trinket up with his fingers, opened it to discover a minimal silver hatchling resting inside.

'It's beautiful,' he whispered.

'That way we'll never forget our kid.'

'Our kid?' Cellbit indulged. 'Are we adopting them?'

'I don't like the idea of letting them remain orphaned, even if they're passed away.'

'Okay,' Cellbit giggled. 'And what do we call them?'

Roier spent a few minutes wondering. Thinking of something they could honour that little lost soul.

'Memories,' he declared.

He saw Cellbit's eyes glisten in the moonlight coming from the window.

That's when he knew he made the right choice.

'Memories,' Cellbit whispered, caressing the little silver charm with his fingers. 'I like it.'

'I bet Bobby has been annoying the hell out of them anyway, we have no choice but to embrace them as family.'

That took a laugh out of Cellbit, which soon was followed by Roier's own laughter.

Their family was delicate. It was built over much pain, and effort. Both Cellbit and Roier had fought their way into happiness, and there was a lot of loss in the way. But, still, they found happiness in each other. Roier's light was bright enough to light Cellbit's dark past. And Cellbit's love was big enough to heal every crack in Roier's heart. They found themselves in each other in a way they never thought they could.

'Eu te amo,' Cellbit said.

'Yo amo a ti también,' said Roier.

And they slept into each other's arms.

"(...) I was alive. I was somebody. I had hopes, I had ambitions, I had love that I was ready to give. (...) Please don't forget me."

#idk #i just remembered the memories thing and felt melancholic #also wanted to try writing something #spiderbit #guapoduo #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp #fanfic #headcanon #hc

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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year

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LONELY'S ADVENT CALENDAR - DAY ONE

Prompt: Family photos

C!SBI x reader (family au!), Tubbo and Ranboo mentioned

TW: Violence (lighthearted sibling violence), swearing, sibling bullying (calling each other adopted and the like)

Event masterlist (discontinued)

Phil loved to take awful pictures of his kids. He'd never hired a photographer and took proper, professional family photos. Why? That's the same question that Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy and Y/n all asked every year. Along the halls of the house was a variety of family photos. In the living room, in a frame on the windowsill, was a picture of the four of them, covered from the knees down in white powder.

"Tommy, you're going to knock the flour if you keep walking up and down like that." Wilbur stated, sighing irritably.

"I would never. Careful is literally my middle name-"

Famous last words. He received a death glare from three flour-coated teens.

"This is why your real parents gave you up!" The neighbours could've heard Y/n shout.

"I'm not fuckin' adopted!"

To Phil, this was prime opportunity. As the older trio directed their fury at the younger blonde, he managed to sneak a picture of their gluten-covered legs. Y/n snapped around at the sound of a camera app. Needless to say, Phil was almost in hysterics.

"Come over and do that again, I dare you."

The next photo was from many years ago. Tommy was no older than eleven, Wilbur was fourteen, Y/n and Technoblade were the eldest children at fifteen. Out of context it looked strange - Techno and Y/n walking ahead of the younger two as Tommy slide tackled Wilbur's shins.

The four of them had been walking back to the house, having been sent home again after the school decided there was too much snow to stay in school. It was in the students' best interest to go home before the snow got too thick.

The older two walked ahead, lost in their own conversation. Tommy, however had other plans.

"You killed my father, prepare to die!" He shouted, before running at Wilbur and slide tackling him, successfully knocking him to the floor.

Techno turned around, followed by Y/n. "I don't claim this." He spoke. Y/n hummed in agreement.

Days like this made Phil grateful for the high-quality doorbell camera.

The living room, the dining room and the halls were all filled with similar photos - it made Phil smile when he walked past, and it made his kids blush with embarrassment at the awful timing of the photos being taken.

His favourite, though?

It sat on his desk in his office next to his computer. Wilbur and Y/n sat on the sofa looking at each other, both with their legs crossed. They were playing slaps, despite Phil telling them not to. On the floor, Techno attempted to teach Tommy how to wrap presents, but to no avail. It's A Wonderful Life played in the background on the TV. Tubbo and Ranboo had spent the day with the family - the two were sat on the other sofa, watching Coraline on a pirated website, on Tubbo's very cracked phone, with the help of the house's patchy Wi-Fi.

It wasn't a very calm evening - Tommy wound up covering himself, Techno and the carpet in tape and wrapping paper, Wilbur and Y/n ended up with very sore hands, and sore wrists where they had missed, and Ranboo and Tubbo had to sleep on the sofas that night, since it was dark, rainy and probably dangerous.

But it was his family, and by that definition, it was perfect.

#lonely writes #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #sbi #sbi x reader #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois inc x reader #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #ranboolive #tubbo

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salternateunreality2 · 2 months

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Imagine Lucrecia had 2 sons. First with Vincent that she later gave away for adoption and second with Hojo.

She knew she f up with the second one, but maybe the first one can live a calm and uneventful life in Banora?

The Jones family adopted Baby Lucent. He was a smart, pale little kid that constantly stuck his nose into things he had no business snooping on. He found out about how the Rhapsodoses let their nanny hit their son, and how Genesis and Angeal were science experiments gone wrong. He saw the boys form a bond, playing together and sneaking over to see each other in the dead of night.

Lucent always wanted to join them, but was rarely able to see them during the day, when it would have been acceptable to talk to them. He was too quiet when he watched at night, and it would have been creepy to introduce himself then.

Lucent was his parents' only child, and grew up knowing he was adopted. They loved him and did their best, even when he'd materialize out of nowhere around the house like a ninja, starting from before he could crawl. Or when he'd just happen to know things that no one told him. He knew the mayor was sleeping with the butcher. He knew who his bio mom was and that she was a Shinra scientist. He knew the people who spied on him every few months were Turks. He guessed that either he was a Turk child or a lab experiment or both.

His mom and dad had longed for him so much, and they really did their homework in raising him. They paid careful attention to his emotional well-being, and encouraged and disciplined him to the very best of their ability. He loved them immensely, and they him.

So when he kept getting top marks at school, they didn't hesitate to put him in online and university classes, or to scrape together funds to support him when he went to Midgar to study. He was advanced enough that he got admitted early and went around the same time as Genesis and Angeal enlisted.

He worked hard, and by the time the Crisis Core era rolled around, he had a medical degree and employment with Shinra. More importantly, he had access to records now, was fast friends with Kunsel, and was constantly being courted by the Turks, who he turned down every time.

It did take up until this point to confirm his suspicions about the slope of Sephiroth's nose and the funny way his bangs grew, but now he knew, and now, at 11:30 am on a Tuesday, it was time to meet his half brother.

Lucent coughed once, then finally knocked on Sephiroth's office door.

"Come in," said Sephiroth. "Oh. What does the old man want now? Blood?"

Lucent blinked in confusion.

"I'm not sure who you mean; I'm here to deliver the report for the 3rd class health statistics," Lucent said.

"Very well, you may leave it on my desk," said Sephiroth, returning to his computer.

"I also wished to discuss something else with you."

Sephiroth sighed and fished around for a pen.

"Did you want an autograph?"

"No, I want to know if you remember our mother."

Time seemed to freeze, and the temperature of the room dropped.

"Excuse me?" Sephiroth asked, cold as ice.

"Lucrecia Crescent, listed as a primary scientist in the Jenova project. Long brown hair, same face as you, probably died when you were a baby...? I just want to know more about her, if you have more information."

"Get out."

Lucent felt animal fear jolt through his veins, but he powered through. He wasn't known for letting curiosity go easily.

"I understand this is a shock. I will leave, but please contact me if you change your mind," Lucent said, placing his card and the forgotten report on Sephiroth's desk. He kept his composure as he exited, closing the door firmly behind him, walking calmly down to his office, and shutting his own door.

Then he slumped against it, shaking and breathing hard. He'd be a stupid man not to be absolutely terrified from the energy in Sephiroth's office. He didn't know how long he sat there on the corporate carpet, trying to calm his nerves and telling himself he did the right thing, but he was interrupted by his PHS ringing.

"Dr. Lucent Jones," he answered automatically.

"Commander Rhapsodos. Look, Jones, I don't know who you are or where you've come from, but on behalf of Sephiroth, I will give you exactly one opportunity to speak with me. If I don't like what I hear, I will kill you. Meet me at the coffee shop on Loveless and 6th in one hour." Genesis paused. "Just to make it perfectly clear, I will kill you. This is a company line and I know Reno or someone is listening in. I will kill any Turks if they follow you, and if you're working with them or any other group to take advantage, I will kill everyone involved. If you don't show up, I will blackball you from practicing medicine in Midgar, but it will be better than death."

*click*

Lucent let out a strained laugh. Genesis Rhapsodos might be dramatic in everyday life, but that was not an idle threat.

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Lazard watched as a man in a lab coat left Sephiroth's office. That couldn't be good. As soon as the man left, Lazard tapped on Sephiroth's door, knowing he would have heard him coming. After a few seconds with no response, he swiftly entered, shutting the door behind him.

Sephiroth was sitting at his desk, completely motionless, pupils blown wide, gaze fixed on a stack of papers topped by a business card.

This wasn't going to be a good day.

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Eventually, Lucent is vetted by at least 3 layers of Sephiroth Protection Squad members, supported by Kunsel, and breaks into the inner circle. With him on their side, he's able to help with Genesis and Angeal's degradation using his Turk inclinations and medical knowledge.

He brings Sephiroth to meet his parents, and they love him and adopt him immediately, laughing over his ability to appear out of nowhere and cooing over his handsome funky bangs. They cherish his awkwardness covered by learned manners, fondly remembering Lucent's teenage years.

Lucent keeps digging, becoming more and more horrified between what he uncovers and what he hears from Sephiroth. He is right that this can't continue, and he is right that something must be done about Jenova.

He, Sephiroth, and Genesis go to Nibelheim with a spunky little trooper and Angeal's puppy. Shit goes down, but they ultimately find themselves with an emo vampire.

Sephiroth smirks weakly from where Genesis is practically holding him up.

"Guess it's my turn to spring some shocking parentage news on you, big brother," he says, nodding his head at Lucent and Vincent's matching red eyes and pale skin. Everyone laughs, relieved that Sephiroth is going to be ok, Jenova is dead, and the little trooper pulled through after being yeeted into a wall.

When they return to Midgar, Vincent kills Hojo and the president, and after the dust settles, Sephiroth retires to Banora. He has dinner with the Jones family most nights, and when Genesis or Angeal is in town, they eat apples together.

Lucent keeps his job at Shinra, helping the trooper through his mako sensitivity and his transition to SOLDIER. He's always wanted to help people, and Midgar is rife with interesting and difficult cases.

Of course, he visits home regularly to see his family, often tagging along when Lazard visits Sephiroth.

#ff7 #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #vincent valentine #lucrecia crescent #fuck hojo #not literally lucrecia pull yourself together

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deeptrashwitch · 3 months

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So, I have a three hour break before the next class and my mind doesn't want to sleep and neither wants to do my damn homework. My best next option until I get home? Use picrew to create moments and little stories about my boys, also to make them the nearest as possible to how I imagined them.

It'll be as usual on rank order.

Alicia:

Nicolás took the picture and sent it to Edward. It was during a leave where the three siblings were together, and Camila showed Alicia an old video from their childhood. About an old joke she did during middle school, puting dye not only inside a shampoo bottle, but also inside a bowl where there were some clothes.

The problem? She did it to Alicia, and Alicia didn't know. In that moment she was thinking on selling Camila and adopt a cat, at least the cat is more adorable that her little sister.

Luke:

Francis took the photo. This boy...he was looking at his future wife. Elizabeth was inside the cafeteria where the team went during a free afternoon, and Luke just loved how she looked, her smile and her attitude. He went to talk with her that very same day, and that started their love story.

Meanwhile, Elijah and Jackson were stopping Noah to go and kill the Lieutenant. It happens that Elizabeth is Noah's little sister, and he is an overprotective brother. And what were the rest of them doing? Just watching the drama.

Jackson:

This one was Luke who took it. Jackson was looking at Noah and Elliot doing experiments, he was preparing himself to a long day inside the bay. And the worst part was...it was a Sunday, at 4 A.M.

He reconsidered his job in that moment, but Edward bribed him with Alexander's biscuits and he just took some and went to work.

Edward:

Speak of the devil. The photo was taken by Alicia during a leave where they had to take care of some kids. Everything was good during the morning, but the kids were scared of her and they ended chasing him around all day screaming and more. Isn't needed to say, but Eddie was dying inside and wanted to throw himself through a window.

That made him sure that patience wasn't his kind of virtue. At least not for kids.

Noah:

Elliot took the photo. This little shit was experimenting inside his workshop because he was bored, and he brought Elliot with him. It was moments before they started with their doing.

And the bandage was result of him trying to shave himself after a no sleep night, it's surprisingly usual, so he was even proud (to Jackson and Marcus worries) that it was only one bandage this time. Everyone is questioning what the hell is wrong with him, but it's not like they are sane either.

Elijah:

Marcus took it by surprise, that's why the weird expression. Actually he was trying to take a video of Elijah singing, but it didn't went well and was discovered. He chased him to make him delete the photo, and when Noah saw it...he said that he looked like a lunatic or something.

No doubts, Elijah threw him a shoe once he heard him laugh.

Nicholas:

This was taken by Alexander after an office day. It's weird find him with glasses, and he used it to rest his eyes. Nicholas was amused but accepted to let Alexander take the picture, it probably will be the only one like that.

Jackson found it and he says that Nicholas remind him to a movie character, but doesn't remember the name. Everytime they encounter eachother during a break, both start to say every name that como to mind, but until now...none is correct.

Marcus:

Keyra, his wife, took the photo. It was something they did for their anniversary, they would take pictures of eachother and then make a collage with it, writing a phrase about that year. And since Keyra's hobby is photography, the pictures she took were the best, and it was fun for her to use her husband as a model.

They still have the collage, hung on the living room wall, beside their wedding photos.

Alexander:

Ahh Alexander...the kind giant of the team. Elijah took the photo first time in the morning, and he was surprisingly on a good mood. That day he brought with him some mini cakes and cookies, and during the breakfast he was telling stories about the leave.

It was just a day, but by the afternoon everyone had the photo and were happy about it. He just laughed a bit when he heard about it, and got a little embarassed and shy.

Elliot:

Chaos incarnate. This one is a bit cocky boy, but they learned to lead with him during their usual time. He's something similar to a gremlin just behind Noah, and that day he posed under the promise of a puzzle (probably his favorite thing in the world to be honest) that he wanted since a long time. The problem was that it was hidden.

Where? Inside Luke's workshop. No needs to say, the Lieutenant was furious when he found out they were looking inside his place and made a disaster on it. On the other hand Alicia just sighed before stopping Luke of commiting a crime.

It doesn't let me put any more images, so I'll continue this on a reblog. And it was just when I was about to show Francis and Dominique ;-;

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𝟎𝟏𝟐 | Don't Let Me Go

summary: while in the middle of a deeply personal mission in her hometown, [ Y / N ] recalls the night of her runaway. Mikey unknowingly initiates a big deal in their relationship. Takemichi encourages Moein to meet the two.

content/warnings: this story contains major Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers, canon divergence setting, tenjiku arc setting, comfort, fluff, angst, detailed writing of violence, weapons, blood, death, and strong language.

wc: 3k

a/n: so i just discovered a manga called nine peaks and it has the same idea to the plot of this story!

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“What did I do?” [ Y / N ] spoke, establishing an annoyed tone.

“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to chat.” Izana answered.

“What could we possibly chat about?” She pointed out.

“She doesn’t remember, doesn’t she?” Izana turned to his right-man.

“I don’t think so.” Kakucho answered.

“[ Y / N ] [ L / N ]. 17, born in Yokohama, left at a fire station and tossed around four foster homes. Went by the names; [ Y / N ] Mikami, [ Y / N ] Kaji, [ Y / N ] Ando, and then back to [ Y / N ] [ L / N ].” Izana paced in circles, unraveling the girl's past right before her and his men.

[ Y / N ] was flabbergasted, to say at least. Having heard those words from a man that she's only heard of, and only met today. “Who told you that?” She flatly spoke.

“I can also go on with your real parents, but I only have your father’s file here.” Izana replied, holding up a brown envelope similar to the one in her car.

“Where did you get that?” She folded, failing to conceal the confusion in her voice.

“Here’s your dinner, [ Y / N ].” The same stale bread and bland soup was served in front of [ Y / N ], just like a thousand times before. Being thirteen years old in an orphanage was quite a rare case, considering that kids are typically adopted before hitting adolescence.

[ Y / N ] has, though. Not once, but three times; by different families. However, she still felt foreign in any home she stayed in, not as different from the orphanage, urging her to transfer with every return.

This was something that no teenager dreamt of. Today, she decided to break the cycle and live on her own, if no one would take her in.

[ Y / N ] had no choice but to take the food for one last time, knowing that it will be a long night ahead of her.

She shortly followed her roommates when she finished eating, blending in to the wave of kids as they prepared for bedtime.

“Why aren't you in your pajamas yet?" The girl on top of her bunk bed asks.

“These are my sleeping clothes.” She simply answered, slowly lifting the blankets and tuckig herself in.

Underneath it was also a duffel bag, containing her clothes, a crowbar and wire cutter which she’d earlier stole from the storage unit. After all, those are the basics of hijacking a car according to her mechanics book.

The rest of rhe kids are starting to return to the room, which indicates bedtime. [ Y / N ] immediately knew that she was now in the hardest phase of her escape plan.

In the future where she may decide to learn about her real family, she would need her personal file that’s being kept in the office. She’d tried asking for it before, but was always denied or ignored. So she took the matter in her own hands.

“Good night, kids.” The headmistress spoke before shutting the lights off.

Reaching to her pockets, [ Y / N ] proudly smiled at herself when she quietly took the keys of the admin office.

She'd snatched it from the lady just minutes ago, as she was having dinner. [ Y / N ] had never pickpocketed her whole life, and she was surprised that she pulled it off just fine.

A couple of minutes had already passed. [ Y / N ] was growing impatient but some kids may still be awake. She tossed and turned under the sheets, recalling the plan in her head over and over as time passed.

Gray cabinet. Low drawer.

“Hello?” When [ Y / N ] was sure that the her roommates were asleep, she quietly snuck to the door and into the hallway.

Normally, an eerie-looking dark hallway would scare her. But she was too focused to the office ahead and she was determined that she can pull this off.

Upon unlocking the office, she headed straight to the file cabinet which contained her file, based on her observations. “Yes!” Upon seeing her name, she retrieved it from the drawer, not bothering to close it back or lock the door on the way out.

Some kids were already asleep when [ Y / N ] took her duffel bag in one go. She jumped through the window, and over the fence, heading to the driveway where the social worker’s sedan was parked.

She jammed the crowbar onto the window and jimmied the lock, moving it in left-to-right motions, just like her book stated.

Under the steering wheel were the bundle of wires she pulled on, not seeing the wire she was supposed to pull, due to the dim lights.

“I’m so screwed.” She chanted, almost out of breath as she attempted to look for the wires that connected to the engine. Reaching for her bag, she scanned through the pages and looked for the information, using it as some sort of manual.

“There you go.” She snipped the orange wire, ready to hotwire it, just like in the shows. However, she started to realize that this will be her first time driving. Luckily, it’s an automatic vehicle. She’s read about it and watched shows, but never really put it to practice.

“Is that [ Y / N ]?” Her nerves chilled when she heard her name from a distance, realizing that the lights to her dorm room were open, and one kid was looking through the window.

“Oh no.” She slammed the wires faster as the engine sputtered, giving one last spark before it finally started.

“No turning back.” She reminded herself before putting a seatbelt on and then shifting to drive.

She didn’t anticipate the sudden movement when she stepped on the gas and went, bumping into another car on the way. The SUV alarmed the street, which brought [ Y / N ] to a sense of urgency.

Luckily, the orphanage was in a suburban area which didn’t have lots of turns, giving her the chance to just simply… drive. Upon reaching a fairly far distance, the rush had already started to die down, and [ Y / N ] felt like she’d just escaped a prison. She chuckled to herself, taking in that she actually pulled it off.

The chuckling turned into a whole laugh, until she was fully cackling and driving at high speed.

It’s only a matter of time before someone realizes that a kid is driving, so she has to find a stopover soon.

However, at this time, most places were already closed and dark. [ Y / N ] could already see the city lights and the highway with bustling cars. She didn’t have the courage to drive on it yet, but she had nowhere to go at this point.

Pulling over at a convenience store, [ Y / N ] took her bag and untangled the ignition wires which brought the car to a stop.

Reaching for her pockets, She realized that her money wasn't enough to buy even a bottle of water. Leaning against the hood and out of breath, [ Y / N ] took a big sigh and calmed her nerves. Running away was her grand plan and she pulled it off. She was actually on her own now.

[ Y / N ] didn’t hear the store bell chiming and the quick footsteps receding until a guard showed up and yelled, “Damn brats! Give it back here!”

She looked up to see two kids in the distance, running off with their clothes stuffed.

“Hey, you with those two?” She flinched when the guard walked up to her.

“No sir, I just got here.” She stood up straight.

“What kind of scam are you pulling, huh? Where are your parents? I’ll get you picked up right no—” Although she wasn’t guilty of stealing from the store, the thought of being sent back to the orphanage frightened [ Y / N ]. So with a big swing, she hit her bag at the guard and followed the direction where the two kids were running off to.

“Hey, wait up!” She tried to call, but they only ran faster. She noticed that one kid had white hair, while the other had black before they disappeared after turning right.

When she followed, [ Y / N ] was met by an abandoned nursing home. The front was blocked with metal scraps and caution signs, which she ignored and decided to jump and climb through.

In the distance was a stairway leading underground, where footsteps were heard and she followed.

Upon reaching the floor, [ Y / N ] yelped when she saw the two boys standing in the middle of the room with stolen chips, drinks, and noodle cups from the store.

“Okay, I think we lost them both.” The black haired kid spoke.

“You think?” The tan-skinned kid says upon seeing [ Y / N ] on the stairs, who was in silence.

“So, what’s your story?’ He asked.

“Where are your parents?” The other one spoke.

“Don’t have ‘em.” [ Y / N ] simply answered, holding onto the railings as she headed soon and observed the place.

“I think you should stay here, be a part of our gang.” She grew confused once the older kid spoke.

“She— what? This has not been discussed.” the other one said.

“It is now. We could use a girl to look innocent and as a distraction.” He explained, while [ Y / N ] listened to their conversation. Soon enough, she realized what he may be talking about.

“I… want to be an F1 driver. Not a thief.” She spoke out.

“You don’t have many options. It’s just us.” The white-haired kid pointed out.

“I’m Kakucho, this is Izana.” The other one introduced themselves.

He was right. She was a fugitive now. Maybe staying with other stray kids is her safest option for now. However, nothing beyond the escape was in her anticipation. She was anxious about living out in a sketchy place with basically nothing.

To say that she was speechless is an understatement. All the feelings from her body seemed to have drained up along with the rush, leaving her staring into the ground; no home, no friends, her life is basically to be rebuilt.

“Is she crying?” Kakucho asks as they observe the girl.

“She’s got no parents. We both remember what that’s like.” Izana says.

“Where can I leave my coat?” [ Y / N ] finally spoke, still not breaking her gaze.

“You can keep your clothes over there.” Izana gestured to an empty cabinet.

“I have to take my other stuff from the car.” [ Y / N ] spoke, remembering about her file.

“Be careful,okay? Dinner will be ready when you’re back!” Kakucho says, taking the food in his arms.

“Took you so long?” Izana asks, pouring a bag of potato chips over the hot noodles.

“He thought you chickened out and bailed.” He laughed, gesturing at Kakucho.

“No, I got us more food.” [ Y / N ] chuckled, ,showing them a take-out bag.

“Stir fry?! Amazing!” Kakucho exclaimed upon recognizing the logo on the bag.

“How did you get this?” Izana asks as she sets the food down. [ Y / N ] remained silent, placing her file on the makeshift table.

“I have my ways.” She put it simply— pickpocketed a middle-class man and bought take out with the money. Izana knew right away what she meant. Maybe, the two of them were meant to meet her and have her join their little team. And she seemed tough, too. With a smile, he slung an arm over her shoulder, “Welcome to our kingdom!” He chuckled before proceeding to feast on their dinner.

After a while, it was the middle of the night when [ Y / N ] decided to shower in the only bathroom that still worked. “I apologize if the water in there was slow.” Izana spoke upon seeing her return to the makeshift common room.

“No worries. I’ve been to worse ones.” [ Y / N ] admitted, watching him pick up a run-down guitar while Kakucho started to make himself comfortable on the futon.

“I play this acoustic guitar before we sleep because it helps Kaku, I hope you don’t mind. And, I’m still learning.” Izana explained.

“Of course. This is your home, after all.” She nodded, letting the boy strum off-key chords and strings.

“Our home now.” Izana corrected, flashing her a kind smile.

Three A.M. and both boys were fast asleep, while [ Y / N ] still laid awake. Izana and Kakucho seemed to be nice kids who were put into this circumstance with only having each other as family. However, Living in an abandoned nursing home with two other orphans wasn’t something she anticipated at all.

While they were kind, and seemed to be safe in the place, [ Y / N ] is still in Yokohama— the exact city she was running away from.

While staying with Izana and Kakucho may seem the safest option, she wasn’t sure of how things would turn out in the long run. Although risky, living on her own is in her best interests.

And that night, [ Y / N ] quietly walked past the sleeping Izana and Kakucho, navigating herself through the candle-lit room as she gathered her stuff to leave.

Reaching to her pockets, she left the spare change on their makeshift dinner table, making sure to take the envelope that contained her file.

But what she didn’t notice is one important document slipping out of it, left out in the dark as [ Y / N ] quietly left, careful not to wake the sleeping boys.

“You seem… different.” Was the only words she could say upon looking back at the memory. The day she ran away was simply to put it, full of emotions. Some experiences that didn’t turn out the way we expected tend to be concealed with different memories— something vague and not so memorable.

Hence, not remembering their meeting until Izana and Kakucho mentioned it.

“Right. The fuck happened to me?” Izana chuckled. [ Y / N ] silently agreed. The young Izana she met at the abandoned nursing home seemed to be far from who he turned out to be.

“I guess you’re really pushing to your F1 racer dream, huh?” He mentioned.

“Look, I’m sorry I left. I just can't stand staying here any longer.” She explained.

“I know. I think it’s the perfect time to return this to you.” Izana spoke, holding out a brown envelope. “You left it behind.”

“What do you want?” She spat.

“Like I said, I just wanted to return what’s yours. Don’t you want to meet your father?” He asks, displaying the document in front of her.

So that’s where it ended up, [ Y / N ] had always assumed that it had been left somewhere, thrown away, or simply stolen. She also figured that as long as she still had her mother’s information, it wouldn’t be difficult to know her father.

Yet, she knows nothing about the circumstances she was born into. Simply obtaining her father’s file would save her from all the confrontations that may arise.

But knowing the men who ran gangs and being friends with some, she knew that this information wouldn’t just be given back to her for free.. They surely want something from her in return. Not to mention the fact that Tenjiku and Toman are not on good terms at the moment.

“Is that all? Can I go now?” She answered, making up a decision to refuse the offer.

With a sigh, Izana nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “What a pity,” He says, stepping in front of [ Y / N ], practically towering her figure. “Everything could’ve turned out so differently if you stayed.” He pointed out.

“See her outside boys.” Izana demanded, which Rindou and Ran immediately obeyed. The Haitanis escorted [ Y / N ] out of the hideout and back into her car, remaining silent as they could feel the tension practically surrounding [ Y / N ]’s aura.

It was until [ Y / N ] reached for the car door when Ran spoke up, “He takes ‘no’ for an answer. Just take it.” He says while Rindou handed her the envelope she just declined.

The midday skies take on a pink-amethyst hue. The darkness brought a crown of moonlight, smiling upward at the morning heavens and dimming up the busy city. Mikey opened the garage door upon hearing the blaring engine of [ Y / N ]’s car. He trotted to the driver’s side, his locks weaving before opening it to reveal a flustered [ Y / N ].

“Hey…” He asks, eyes searching hers to try and get her to talk. “Come here.” He immediately ushered her out of the car and back to the working shed, carrying the parts she bought from her run.

“What took you so long?” Mikey asks, as if he hadn’t already figured out her whereabouts.

“I feel really stupid, but uh… I couldn’t find the parts I’m looking for.” She explained and headed to Mikey’s motor parts, sparing a soft smile to him. She knew her lie would eventually backfire, knowing well that Mikey is not a stupid person.

Of course, she plans to tell everything one day when things are settled. But, now’s just not exactly divine timing.

“You gotta go all the way to Yokohama? Really?” He finally muttered. Mikey mentally scolded himself from the sudden word spill, unsure of how [ Y / N ] will react to his speculations. Now [ Y / N ] was truly confused. She froze on the spot and her mind was cornered. There was no point in denying.

“Hey, were you following me?” She turns to him with a scoff.

“I don’t need to. Why are you always sneaking off there? Huh?” Mikey questioned, crossing his arms and giving her a confrontational look.

“No, can we circle back to the fact that you are stalking me?!” She asks once more, realizing that the trips to her hometown were not as low-key as she thought.

With a sigh, Mikey put away the wrench and stepped closer to the girl. “[ Y / N ], You’re in the enemy’s territory.” He pointed out, as if she hadn’t already known. [ Y / N ], of course, kept it in mind during her last visits. She just didn’t think that she was relevant enough to be targeted by the Tenjiku executives. Hell, she wasn’t even a member of Toman in the first place.

Yet, she was taken into their hideout into a serious talk, but mentioned nothing about the ongoing fight at all. Something about the whole interaction was just… off.

Maybe, they do see her as an important figure to Toman now, especially to their president.

“And you’re my girlfriend, I’m allowed to worry about you!” She looked up and over just in time to see Mikey’s expression. His words rang through her like a bell, a particular word reverberating through her mind.

There was no denying that the feelings were present. Although nothing was formally agreed upon, it just registered to Mikey that he just called her his girlfriend for the very first time.

“I am?” She asks abruptly, her eyes as wide as the boy who just confessed.

“Uh…” The fluster in Mikey’s voice was enough to make [ Y / N ] realize how awkward the situation has shifted to.

“Well…” [ Y / N ]’s body immediately tensed as his response finally reached her. Maybe he wasn’t sure either? Was it something he said out of a “spur of the moment”?

Before either of them could speak, their heads turned to the garage door where insistent knocking could be heard from the other side.

“Hey, it’s evening. Don’t knock so barbarically.” [ Y / N ] scolded as they both made their way towards the heavy doors, lifting it at the same time.

“I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” Takemichi asks as the two appear.

“Yeah.” [ Y / N ] and Mikey answered in unison.

“Mikey-kun, Mucho is Toman’s traitor! He took Koko with Tenjiku.” Takemichi immediately blurted. Mikey listened to the urgency in his voice, and noticed his and Inui’s bruised faces, indicating that they were attacked and brought into this moment.

In a distance, just behind Inui, Mikey sees an unfamiliar girl who stood by Inui’s motorcycle.

“Get everyone. We’ll have a meeting.” He demanded.

“Yes.” The two nodded.

“Mikey-kun, can we talk?” Inupi chimed.

“Wait at the shrine. I’ll get my uniform real quick.” Mikey replied and searched for his motorcycle keys while Inui headed off to his own ride.

“Hey, uh, I just washed the one you left here last time… it’s in my dresser.” [ Y / N ] pointed at the door to her room. “Oh, thanks.” He scurried past her and into the room to get changed.

[ Y / N ] remained in place as the door shut, recalling the exact flow of their conversation.

Girlfriend. Dating exclusively? A relationship? Had she been a girlfriend to him all this time?

While deep into thought, Takemichi gestured Morin to come closer while he approached a static [ Y / N ]. “Uh, [ Y / N ]-chan, I have—”

“Mikey just called me his ‘girlfriend’!” She suddenly blurted, yet keeping a toned down voice, keeping in mind that the boy was just in the next room. “I mean, we’ve never really talked about it! It feels like we are, but, like I said, we never really made anything official so I don’t think much— but— Do we seem like boyfriend-girlfriend to you guys?” She rambled, toying with the zipper of her racer jacket.

In the distance, Morin now observed in confusion. [ Y / N ] seemed to be tense, looking as if she was scolding the blonde. “Man, what are you doing?” She whispered to herself.

Takemichi was puzzled, to say the least, thinking that [ Y / N ] and Mikey had been long boyfriend-girlfriend to each other. “Well…” The words were just at the tip of his tongue before [ Y / N ] rambled again.

“How did you handle it with Hina? Did you ask her with flowers and all that cheesy shit? Did you talk or something? Or it just happened?” She asked. He scratched his head, “Not really flowers, but—”

“Oh, I’m sorry, what were you saying earlier? You have what?” [ Y / N ] suddenly remembered and felt rude, shaking her head.

“Let’s wait for Mikey-kun.” Takemichi sighed. “Right.” She nodded in response. “Holy shit Mucho took Koko with them?!” [ Y / N ] exclaimed.

“Pretty much. He set me up too. If it wasn’t for Koko… Me and Inupi will be in bad shape right now.” He explained. “Holy shit.” [ Y / N ] shook her head.

Shortly, their heads both turn to the door once Mikey is finished, “Okay, let’s go.” He gestured. Takemichi followed shortly while [ Y / N ] stayed close to the Toman president.

“Come here.” Morin was too dazed to hear Takemichi’s cue; looking at [ Y / N ] smoothen the wrinkles on Mikey’s shirt while he looked down at her with pure adoration, as if they weren’t just throwing words at each other earlier. A single glance at them would leave no questions if they were in fact— smitten for each other.

She felt a sudden sense of nostalgia; remembering how [ Y / N ] would tell her stories about how much she loved Mikey. It’s unbelievable how she could see it with her own eyes, even without them speaking a single word.

“Uh, guys?” Takemichi spoke, all their heads turning to him.

“Yeah?” Mikey and [ Y / N ] ask in unison.

“Meet Morin.” He gestured towards the dirty-blonde-haired girl.

“...Hi.” She paused for a moment, before remembering to politely bow.

“She’s uh… my cousin.” Takemichi instilled, insisting to carry on with the “cousin” lie.

“What’s up…” [ Y / N ] nodded politely.

Upon seeing the unknown girl up close, Mikey was jumbled, to say the least, as if his brain was being fogged from a picture. “Did you have Dojo classes with my grandpa?” He questioned.

“No, I don’t think so.” Morin shook her head, finding the response rather odd.

“Huh. You looked like one of the kids there.” He casually spoke, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he headed to his motorcycle. He thought that she looks almost like Emma, but also doesn't. He could not pin it, but he could also see a bit of someone else in her features.

“Huh…” Morin simply nodded.

“I’ll see you later.” Mikey turned to [ Y / N ]. She returned a small wave and a smile, watching the two boys get on the motorcycle and coming out of sight.

[ Y / N ] stayed silent for a moment until the notable engine sounds were gone too. “So…” She slowly turned her head to Morin.

It’s rather odd, considering she’s never told anyone when she was just thinking of it the other day. She’s never met a person who had the name in mind, yet, one actually came up today.

“What did he say your name was again?” [ Y / N ] questioned, ensuring if she heard it right and clear.

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