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sohotthateveryonedied · 4 years

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I’ll Make a Million Mistakes

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Summary:

“Don’t worry,” Dick says, throwing his arm around Duke’s shoulders. “Everyone in this room has had their teeth knocked out at one point or another. It’s a rite of passage around here.”

“I don’t know how to tell you thith, but that doethn’t happen to normal people. We acthually prefer to keep our teeth, believe it or not.”

“Wait until you get your first major battle scar. Trust me, they’re cool.”

“Y’all need Jethuth.”

Bruce likes to think of himself as a patient man. Even more, he’d like to think it’s a trait he earned all on his own, but anyone who’s met him would testify that he inherited his patience from the man who raised him, and Bruce would have to agree. This level of restraint he possesses is an acquired skill—one that is reserved for the world’s best butlers and for fathers of six. Karen from the PTA wishes she were on Bruce’s level. His exceedingly calm temperament is the only reason Bruce doesn’t melt into a puddle on the ground now, his bones turning into a milky froth because Jesus fucking Christ, hasn’t he had a hard enough night as it is? No person should have to spend two hours solving riddles because Eddie was feeling manic tonight and then be forced to come home to human children. Duke smiles around a mouthful of bloody gauze. “In my defenth, I’ve never even had a cavity before.” “No, you just got your tooth knocked out.” “Teeth.” “What?” “Ith acthually teeth, plural. I lotht two of them.” Bruce facepalms. “Goddamn it.” He ignores the giggles from his other kids, all of whom apparently decided they needed to be present for this conversation. He’s picking his battles tonight.

“Ith not my fault!” Duke points over at Tim, standing against the Batcave’s wall minding his own business. “Ith hith fault.” “It is not. Bruce, don’t listen to him.” “Oh, yeah? Who knocked me into the railing in the firtht plathe?” “That was Jason’s fault. He’s the one who threw the football.” “Actually,” Jason chimes in, “that was Cass. I was an innocent bystander.” “Liar,” Cass says. “Don’t call me a liar.” “Liar.” “You’re the liar. She’s framing me, Bruce, I swear to god. I’ve never done anything wrong to my siblings in my entire life.” Dick makes a spluttering noise. “You once threw a pineapple at my head because I was breathing too loudly!” “And I don’t regret it one bit.” Bruce sighs. He doesn’t have the energy for this. He gently grasps Duke’s chin, being mindful of his sore jaw. “Where?” Duke pulls out the wad of gauze and opens his mouth wide. He points at the space where his front tooth used to be, then a canine on the bottom left which now consists of half a white shard. “Ith thith one and thith one.” Bruce hums. “I can get you a dentist appointment tomorrow afternoon. They’ll put a couple of caps in and you’ll be good as new.” He’ll have to rearrange a few things in his schedule. At least now he has a valid excuse to skip racquetball with Clark. There is no logical reason a bumpkin from Kansas should be better at racquetball than Bruce is, there just isn’t. “Tho my thmile ithn’t permanently ruined? Thath a relief. Thethe babieth are my betht feature,” he says, all the while bloody saliva dribbles from his lip like a deranged vampire. Best feature, definitely. “Don’t worry,” Dick says, throwing his arm around Duke’s shoulders. “Everyone in this room has had their teeth knocked out at one point or another. It’s a rite of passage around here.” “I don’t know how to tell you thith, but that doethn’t happen to normal people. We acthually prefer to keep our teeth, believe it or not.” “Wait until you get your first major battle scar. Trust me, they’re cool.” “Y’all need Jethuth.” “At least it’ll make for a good story one day,” Tim says. “Everyone loves scar stories.” Jason snorts. “People actually like death stories more, but go off I guess.” “Nobody cares that you died, Jay. Find new material.” “You want new material? Check this out.” Jason tugs down the collar of his sweater. He shows off the mostly-faded autopsy scar sliced up his torso and to his shoulders. Bruce winces. Dick yawns. “So? You got autopsied. Big whoop. Scars don’t count if you’re dead when you get them.” He tips his head down, parts a section of his hair with his fingers to show off the fresh scar on his scalp. “Talk to me when you get shot in the head.” Tim rolls his eyes. “You realize how stupid this is, right? We shouldn’t be arguing about who has the worst bodily trauma.” “Why,” Jason says, “because you know you’d lose?” “Because I’ve got you both beat.” He pulls up his t-shirt to display the surgical scar on his abdomen. “Missing spleen. Beat that.” “I lost a kidney. Kidney trumps spleen any day.” Cass rolls up the leg of her shorts to show off her bullet-riddled thigh. “Connect the dots. I win.” “But have you lost a vital organ?” Tim asks. “No.” “Spleens aren’t that vital,” Dick says. “Fuck off, at least you still have one.” “I would prefer to keep my organth,” Duke says. “Juth thaying.” “And you will,” Bruce assures him. “Probably.” “Probably?” “Look, I’m tired. We’re all tired. Can we schedule the scar contest for a later time when I’m hopefully not here to witness it?” Maybe he can ask Alfred to drug his tea from now on. At least then he can rest easy in a drug-induced slumber, knowing all the while that he’s missing the kind of petty arguments no parent should have to hear. “No one said you had to be here,” Dick says. “Anyway, Bane once slammed me against a wall and now my hip throbs when it rains.” “At least your wrist doesn’t click when you move it at the right angle.” Jason shakes his wrist next to Tim’s ear. Tim cringes. “You’re all amateurs,” a new voice says, and Bruce wants to die. Damian and Stephanie appear to have returned from patrol, still in their uniforms. “Try having your entire spine replaced.” Tim wrinkles his nose. “Great, it’s time to hear Damian talk about how much better than us he is. My favorite activity.” “Shut up, Drake. You’ve never experienced pain.” “I got blown up once! I still have burn scars all over my neck and shoulders!” “Eh. I’ve had worse.” Steph grins and holds up her left hand, just happy to be included. (Note to self: ponder whether Stephanie is secretly a golden retriever in human form.) “I have no feeling in these three fingers.” She pokes them to demonstrate. “And should I mention that I was tortured by Black Mask once? No? Because power tools were involved, in case anyone was wondering.” “Do I need to reiterate that I once died in an explosion?” “Jason. Little wing. I’m begging you to shut up about your death.” Cass points to a spot on her ribcage. “Two ribs made of metal. Got shattered during a fight. Four years old.” “My dad used to burn me with cigarettes every time I was bad, so...seven times a week, more or less.” “Oh, same!” Jason and Steph high-five. “My grandfather broke my arm in two places when I made a mistake during a training drill. He made me fight assassins for three hours straight afterward without so much as an ice pack.” Duke looks horrified. “Are you guyth okay?” “No offense, but none of you should talk unless you’ve gone through childbirth.” Stephanie rolls up the top portion of her Batgirl suit just enough to show off the scar across her lower belly. “You think getting blown up is hard? Try spending three hours in labor and having a baby ripped out of you. That’s hard.” Jason wipes away a fake tear. “Boo-hoo, someone had a baby when she was a teenager. Human reproduction doesn’t involve being beaten to death with a crowbar.” “Nobody cares that you died, Jason!” “Indeed,” Damian agrees. “Being stabbed by your clone is far worse than being caught in a little explosion. And I can take a crowbar beating in my sleep.” “I’m gonna kill him, Bruce. I’ll kill him right now. Just say the word and I’ll do it.” Bruce sighs, closing his eyes. “Duke, there are painkillers in the medicine cabinet if you need them. I’ll text you the time of your dentist appointment. The rest of you, please refrain from talking to me for the rest of the night.” Bruce walks away toward the manor, silently praying that he can forget this conversation ever happened. “Hey, who wants to see where Killer Croc bit my ass once?”

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years

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Midnight Stars Tree

Pairing: young!severus X reader

Word Count: 5,350

Rating: E for Everyone

Plot: Three days before the start of seventh year, you attend a yearly potions demonstration at a wizard hotel across the street from a wizard museum. Every student seventeen and older participate in a tradition where you skip the last demonstration to hide away in a secret spot in the museum with someone of your choosing.

Warnings: None

A/N: Requested by anon (exact request found at the bottom) and I hope you like it :D I really liked the story so it got a bit long but I hope there were enough cuddle scenes! So many cute types of cuddles to choose from so I included many XD

Posted: 7/16/20

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“Children! Gather around! Please!” Professor Slughorn waved a parchment over his head, trying to capture the attention of over a dozen excited students.

The hotel lobby was full of students from other wizarding schools. All also attending the yearly potions convention before the start of term where the world’s most notorious potions masters would brew together in the world’s largest cauldron.

Most students had clearly signed up just to travel and stay at a famous wizard hotel, away from Hogwarts and the other teachers. Everyone knew Slughorn was laid back enough to allow almost anything to happen. All-nighters? Wandering around the wizard museum after hours? Visiting the rooms of foreign wizards? He had a very agreeable reputation, Horace Sees-Nothing Slughorn.

You stood in the back with your friends, eager to get assigned your rooms. Thankfully, you were seventeen, which meant you’d guarantee room on the top floor where they put both girls and boys in together – separate rooms of course. Not like that stopped anyone.

“Alright, let’s not get distracted,” he laughed and put on his glasses. He unrolled the parchment and started listing off names and handing out golden glittering stones with numbers on them.

The youngest students were called on first, next the fifth years, sixth, and lastly seventh years. You were among the seventh years quickly ushered into the fireplace that would take you and your bags to the very top floor.

You stepped in and held your breath as the bright cold flames rose to your nose and whisked you away to the last floor. You exited and coughed the soot out of your lungs, quickly spotting your friend down the hall. It had begun. The frenzied ritual of finding out who was in the rooms across and to either side.

You took out the rock and walked ahead of your friend to the door with the same number and knocked with the rock. It swung open and a familiar scent of freshly washed sheets made you smile instantly. You left the door open and ran to the far bed, setting down your stuff as a form of first dibs.

“You won’t believe who’s across the hall!” your friend threw their bags down and jumped with excitement.

“Is it that tall Ravenclaw whose been eyeing you since last year? The one with the swooshy hair like ‘honey’?”

They laughed and jumped onto the bed, “Yes!”

Well, it looked like shenanigans were already scheduled for your friend for the weekend, but now the question was how would you join in on the fun? “So, did you see who else is around by any chance?”

“No one else worth talking about. OH. Except for that Snape guy. He’s to our left and rooming with Sirius Black! So you can guess how that’ll go. I bet Sirius will beg every girl on this floor, Hogwarts or not, to sleep in their room.”

“He’ll ask anyone alive just to get away from him.”

There was a knock at the door.

You sat up quickly and laughed, “That was fast!”

You opened the door with hips on your hands ready to slam the door in Sirius’ face. Your six other friends pushed through and flopped onto your bed, taking out the museum brochure and weekend plans.

“They have a Midnight Stars tree!”

“The crystal room has couches!”

“Did you see who was across your room!”

You sat on your friend’s bed and scanned the museum brochure. There were dozens of rooms perfect for what everyone was calling the ‘Secret Skip’, where for the final performance – the one where the world’s leading potioneers would brew the most complicated potion in the largest cauldron in the wizarding world at the same time – everyone from the top floor would skip and run to an available hidden spot with your chosen sweetheart.

You had two nights to find the spot and claim it and two days to find the perfect boy. “We’ll have to spread out and remember which rooms are a go and which are definitely no good.”

. . .

It was after dinner and Slughorn had already gone down every hall with Hogwarts students, knocking and telling everyone to go to bed. After a long day’s planning, your friends got up and left to their rooms, leaving you with the list of most to least romantic-sounding spots.

You changed into your night clothes and washed your teeth, ready to pass out from all the planning when a loud THUMP nearly knocked the signed and framed pillowcase off the wall over your bed.

“What are they doing! They’ll kill me if they keep going!”

Your friend shrugged and blew out their bedside candle, “Who cares. Just take the frame down.”

THUMP

The frame fell off the wall and onto your pillow, “I’m going over and yelling at them.”

“What! No!”

You opened the door and looked to either side, making sure Slughorn wasn’t still walking around. It was empty and the few floating candles illuminated either end well enough to satisfy your concern. You turned and knocked on their door hard enough to indicate your anger.

THUMP

You knocked again and the door cracked open.

Sirius smiled at you and opened the door further, “Ah. What can I do for you so late into the night?”

You frowned and pushed passed him, marching inside ready to tell them off. You gasped instead, seeing articles of clothing thrown around the room and a bed fully tipped over towards the door, pillow shredded in two.

“What happened! You trash your room already?”

THUMP

Your head shot up towards the tall wardrobe where the noise was coming from, “Is that a boggart?”

“It is, so best not to open it up,” Sirius motioned for the door.

“Where’s your roommate?” you made your way over to the wardrobe and hovered your hand over the handle.

Sirius put his hands up quickly, “Oh, he wet his trousers and went home. Slimy git couldn’t contain his excitement.” THUMP “Told me he actually came for the demonstration,” he laughed.

You scoffed and pulled on the handle. Snape tumbled out nearly knocking you over. You caught his elbows and helped him but quickly pushed him away as soon as he was steady.

Sirius laughed, “Oh, there you are.”

Snape bared his teeth at Sirius, “I’m telling! Wait till Slughorn finds out you and your friends are planning to break into the museum across the street! He’ll send you packing.”

“Try it, Snivelly!”

Your eyes widened, “Wait! You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Snape pushed passed you towards the door, standing as tall as possible in an attempt to match Sirius’ height.

You pulled him back by his robes, “Wait please!”

“Snivellus is just upset he’ll be sitting with the babies.” Sirius held out his wand, standing taller, “Maybe I’ll just turn you into a weasel for the weekend, since you already act like one, eh Snivelly? Where’s your wand?”

Snape jumped back, realizing his wand was not on him and instead laying at the door to the restroom.

You stepped forward, holding out your hands, “Stop it, Sirius.” You turned to Snape, “Please don’t tell. You’ll ruin the weekend for everyone on this floor.”

“How? By making you attend the demonstration you signed up to see? Get over yourself. I’d only be ruining the weekend for you dull ‘populars’ with nothing better to do than commit crimes. What you’re doing is stupidly reckless.”

You crossed your arms and tried to not be offended by his words, “We’re just having fun, Snape.”

“He’s a lost cause, (L/n). He’s just mad no one’ll take him.”

“AM NOT,” Snape growled.

“You just don’t know how fun it’s supposed to be. What if you hang out with me and we go exploring together? Join me while we scope out the museum,” you kept your eyes on Snape as Sirius laughed at your offer.

“What, YOU’LL take him? Are you mad?”

Snape shook his head confused. He was always the type to question everything, “What do you mean?”

You gave him your best smile, “Saturday and Sunday night walk around with me, after the day’s demonstrations. It’ll be fun. And if you still want to tell on us and make us all sit through Monday morning’s demonstration then… Fine.”

“I’m not hearing this,” Sirius rubbed his eyes.

Snape looked into your eyes, his scowl slowly lowered and he finally spoke, “I don’t see the point.”

“But you’ll join me anyways? Just to look around?” You could tell it wasn’t working, he seemed as distant and unapproachable as always. Ready to turn everyone who wasn’t his friends down.

“Snivelly’s too scared to. I’m not though. I’ll gladly – ”

For a second his eyes flicked to Sirius. “Alright,” his voice was low and spiteful.

You nodded and turned to leave, quickly looking at Sirius first, “If you do ANYTHING to make him tell, I’M telling everyone YOU ruined this.”

You marched to the door and exited the room. The hall was still empty and quiet and very few lights were seeping under doors now. You knocked on your own door and hoped your friend hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You were so mad you forgot you needed the rock to get back in.

They opened the door immediately and pulled you in, “I heard everything! You’re really going to hang out with him?”

You shrugged, “He can’t tell if he broke in too. Besides, it’s just to find my spot and claim it.”

“But what about finding someone! No one’s going to talk to you with Snape hanging around like a dark cloud.”

You sighed and yawned, “I’ll figure something out during the demonstrations tomorrow.”

. . .

Students were slowly and quietly filing out of their rooms with wands held brightly in front of them, down to the end of the hall with the fireplace. You left your room and waved at your friend as they walked on without you. You knocked on the door to your left and tapped your foot impatiently.

“Snape!” you whispered.

The door opened and Snape poked his head out and looked around before stepping out, “This is a bad idea. If you had any sense at all you’d go back to bed.”

You smiled amused, “Then why are you joining me?”

He glared down at you but didn’t speak.

Did Snape actually want to break into the museum for fun? You held back a laugh, “Come on, we didn’t spend all day listening to some ghost squeal about historical artifacts for nothing. Slughorn is fast asleep after the boring day and we are going to go have fun.”

You reached passed him and closed his door for him before walking down the deserted hall. Snape’s unsure steps followed.

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One of the museum janitors – apparently some guy that had graduated Hogwarts twenty years ago – had left the side door open for the students and guarded it with a tall staff and a mop. The museum entrance was silent, but out in the distance bouncing lights could be seen, deep into the beast exhibit.

You pulled out your pamphlet and ran your finger down all the starred spots you had called dibs on among your friends. The closest spot was the botanical gardens named ‘Satanical Botanicals’.

“Follow me,” you led the way through a long passageway made of rocks that made your hairs stand on end with electricity.

“People shouldn’t be in here without a guide. All these plants are toxic and poisonous,” Snape dodged a purple-fanged jug plant as it tried to dig into his shoulder.

“Not true, that one was neither,” you giggled.

There were four benches located in the gardens and two were in use by a couple of Hufflepuffs. You walked around to the first bench and saw it was among a snaring prickle vine. The last one was surrounded by whispering wisterias hanging low off the branches. The gardens were dark after closing time and the light purple flowers hummed and glowed faintly.

“This is a good spot,” you sat down at the bench and looked around at the flower bunches swaying. “Romantic.”

“Sure, if you want to be put to sleep and pass out in the dirt,” he pressed his hair down over his ears.

You stood up quickly just as a yawn came over you, “I’ll just cross this one out… Next spot.”

The Midnight Stars tree was across the museum and there was only one way through to it. The corridor was dark with lights only seen out of the corner of your eyes. You stood at the entrance and looked in, trying to spot something in the dark.

“We shouldn’t go through there,” Snape stepped back.

“We’ll run. Easy and fast,” you folded up your brochure and stuffed it in your pocket.

You took a step in, then another, looking back and hoping Snape was following you in. He wasn’t big or intimidating, not by his build at least, but his presence did have a slightly calming effect, or, the knowledge that he knew far more hexes than anyone at school calmed you down.

He glanced at you briefly before stepping in after you. Cold white mist surrounded your ankles and shrieks of pain sounded in the distance. You took off running, Snape still behind, and almost tripped as red flames burst to your right and a white translucent hand shot up to grab you. You jerked away and fell forward out of the corridor, tripping Snape.

“Watch it!”

“Sorry! I-I got spooked,” you stood up and held out your hand to help him up.

He ignored it and stood, dusting himself off, “I’m going in first next time. They can’t touch you. Read the brochure.”

The Midnight Stars tree was standing tall, it’s branches spanning the tall ceiling and walls and lantern flowers blooming full force in the dark. There was no need for windows or floating candles for this room. It was well illuminated in the room by itself. No one had made it this far, likely because of the grotesque corridor of ghosts of burning witches.

“This is perfect!” You ran up to the tree and spun around, admiring the way the flower petals swayed like real fire. “Give me a lift?”

“I’m not getting on my hands and knees for you,” the flowers illuminated in his dark eyes like flames, making them seem deeper like an endless hall of shadows.

He seemed very stubborn and quick to judge, “That’s not what I meant, just… give me a boost. Please?”

The please seemed to melt him slightly, just enough to at least consider it. He looked up at the closest branch and stepped onto the soft grass towards you. He uncrossed his arms and laced his long fingers together and stood unsure beside you. His eyes snapped to yours as you put your hand on his shoulder to lower him down to your height.

You wiped your shoe on the grass and put it in his hands, placing both hands on his shoulders and looked up at the closest branch. It was only a few feet above your reach and a swift boost should do the trick. You turned back and gasped softly, not expecting him to be so close. His nose only an inch from yours.

“Just do it,” he murmured.

You nodded and pushed off, reaching high for the branch. Snape’s fingers unclasped and your foot pushed through, knocking you down onto him. You screamed and fell forward, knocking him to the ground. His arms had automatically tried to latch onto you as an attempt to stabilize himself. You opened your eyes, glad to not be in any pain and realized he was still holding you as you laid on him. He groaned and opened his eyes.

You pushed up and sat, pressing your hands to your lips, “Are you ok? I’m sorry!”

His kept his hands on your hips and looked up at you, nodding slowly. “My hands were sweaty and… Sorry.”

You noticed his cheeks were turning a deep red and slowly spreading across his nose as his embarrassment rose. His hair spread out on the grass below and a ladybug walked over the sea of black, the lights reflected in its shiny yellow spots. You swung your leg and fell back onto the grass, feeling his hands leave your side.

“Thanks for trying to catch me,” you smiled and looked down, feeling your own blush spread over your face. You hadn’t expected to ever be so close to him, let alone fall into his arms. Fall into Snape’s arms and to be held firmly by his soft hands.

He sat up and pulled his legs in, wrapping his arms around himself and looked down at the ground at the little bug that had fallen off his hair. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, I didn’t do it on purpose – let you fall. It just happened.”

You giggled and plucked some grass, “My hero. Thanks for giving me a safe landing.”

He looked over and a tiny smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. His hard edges smoothed, and his normal aggressive demeanor vanished. It almost seemed like the Snape that walked the halls of Hogwarts with a scowl and stone-cold eyes had cracked just enough to let light into his dark eyes. His lips looked as soft and smooth as his voice felt.

His smile dropped suddenly, and he stood, “We should go.”

You nodded and followed him through the dark corridor, averting your eyes from the pained faces of the ghosts. There were still students roaming the museum, but you still followed Snape back into the hotel. You opened your room door without another word to him as he entered his own room.

. . .

“Last night to mark your spot,” your friend reminded you as they headed out of your room to join the other students.

All day you had been chancing glances at Snape, and you could swear he had been chancing glances at you too. Whatever happened under the Midnight Stars Tree last night had changed something in you. Snape was no longer some classmate who you were vaguely aware existed.

Since finding yourself inches from his face you hadn’t stopped thinking of him all day. The way his eyes seemed to glow, the way his pink lips curled, and the slightest hint of laugh lines appeared on his face. Every time you had caught his eyes just as he looked away made you blush and smile. You had looked at your hands and bit your lips trying not to look like a fool in love. Because you weren’t. But maybe, you did have a small little crush on ‘that Snape guy’.

You stood from your bed and checked the mirror to make sure you looked ok in the outfit – the one that you had brought for specifically ‘Secret Skip’ which was tomorrow. “What am I doing?” you whispered to yourself and headed out the door.

You knocked on Snape’s door and waited, rocking back and forth on your toes and heels with your hands folded in front of you. No one answered the door. You knocked again. Nothing.

“Snape? You’re still hanging out with me… yeah?”

There was a rustle coming from inside and Snape opened the door. He looked you up and down slowly and then out towards the ends of the hall.

“I won’t tell, alright? Your threat made Sirius leave me alone – surprisingly – so you can just go pick your spot or whatever with all your other friends. You don’t have to hang out with me.”

You bit your lip and smiled, “They’d all be too afraid to go through that corridor with me. I’d feel safer if I was with you.”

He kept his eyes on the end of the hall, but his lips tugged into a slight smile of amusement, “If you prefer.”

. . .

The museum seemed a bit more rambunctious now, with students running from place to place trying to get to their spots before the next. There were hushed laughter and whispered arguments echoing through every exhibit. Except for the Midnight Stars Tree room.

“You said you’d go first, remember?” you pushed on his back slightly, feeling him lean back into your push.

He sighed, “Fine…” He took out his wand and held it up as he started forward.

You followed close behind and kept your eyes on his robes as you ran, ignoring the bursting flames to either side. You both came out the other end without tripping over each other.

“Don’t think you have to mark your spot, considering no one’s even been here.”

You shrugged and walked forward, “Just in case.”

You took your wand and traced your room number on the lower part of the trunk, watching the numbers glow gently. You turned back and sat down next to Snape, incredibly aware of how close your hands were to his – until he moved.

“Should we leave now then?” he bent his head over his knees, resting on his chin.

“Your name’s Severus, right?”

He shifted his head to rest on his cheek, nodding carefully.

“The grass is soft, isn’t it?” Your attempt at small talk was laughable.

He nodded and placed his hands back down next to yours, looking down to make sure they never touched. You laid back on the soft grass and smiled when he joined, your inner hands still almost touching.

“Your… outfit looks nice.”

You bit your lip trying not to smile and giggle at his compliment. Severus Snape liked what you were wearing? “Do… you think it’s cute?” Were you pushing it?

He nodded slowly and his hand inched closer by only a few grassy blades. You did the same and felt your pinky brush up against his. The next second his hand was over yours and you were turning your palm up for him. His hand was soft and warm, wrapping around yours perfectly. Each slender finger fit between yours and held you as firmly as when you had fallen onto him the night before.

You lifted his arm with your intertwined hand and slid closer to him, so that your arms were tucked cozily between you as your head rested on his shoulder. You held your breath waiting for a response and felt his cheek rest on your head. You breathed in and noticed his clothes still smelled like the potions classrooms and giggled quietly, wondering if he had been brewing during the few days stay at the hotel.

You let go of his hand and pushed it away, choosing instead to lean on his body and place your arm over him. He wrapped his arm around you and pushed you closer, holding you to him as if you’d suddenly run away. You held him just as tight.

Your hand slid from his side to his chest, feeling the way his chest rose with every breath. His fingertips traced the length of your arm and then brushed through your hair gently. It was relaxing laying there under the glowing flowers that looked like dancing flames in the sky. Your knee rested on his thigh and just like that you were the most comfortable you’ve ever been.

You stayed like that for several minutes, shyly enjoying each other until you heard Sirius’ voice from the other side of the corridor of ghosts.

“(L/n)!”

You stood quickly and stepped away from Severus, knowing Sirius would just love catching the two of you together like that.

Sirius burst through the darkness and looked back as another boy came through right behind him. You recognized the other boy. A Hufflepuff with emerald green eyes and who was known as the third best looking boy in the school by many. You were surprised to find him walking besides Sirius, considering he was rarely seen with anyone other than his own Quidditch team.

“(L/n), finally found you,” Sirius smiled. He looked down at Severus sitting on the grass and arched his brow. “Since you’ve been taking one for the team, having to put up with Snivelly for two nights I thought I’d do you a favor.”

“I don’t need anything from you.” You noticed Severus slowly backing away.

Sirius placed his hand on the Hufflepuff’s shoulder, “I insist. So here.”

The Hufflepuff opened his arms in defeat and winked at you, “I see you’ve picked this spot. So why don’t I join you here tomorrow?”

This was a test, an all too obvious one. If you said no then Sirius would accuse you of having asked Severus, a rumor that was sure to spread fast. The fact it would be Sirius spreading it gave you chills, knowing he could be ruthless at times and who knew what he would say.

“Sure,” you glanced back at where Severus stood last but did not see him.

Sirius looked around too, “Well it’s settled then.”

Severus was nowhere in sight. You smiled politely, “I’ll meet you here then.”

You walked around them and headed into the corridor, running as fast as you could. You couldn’t spot Severus anywhere as you searched from the corridor exit to the front of the museum. He was gone.

. . .

Wizards from all over the world were filing into the auditorium to watch the big demonstration. A giant cauldron stood on the stage where four old wizards in different color robes prepared their ingredients. All the Hogwarts students were sitting in the very back behind Slughorn and the fourth years. Severus sat two rows behind you and avoided eye contact completely as you had found your seat.

The demonstration began and the lights dimmed. Everyone sat quietly and the second the old wizards started dropping things into the sizzling liquid, all the Hogwarts students from floor seven stood and made their way out. You followed your friend and stopped at the door, careful not to be spotted by the Hufflepuff boy with emerald green eyes. He wasn’t even looking for you.

All the back rows were almost empty, except for Severus and a few other students. You made your way down again and sat next to him in the empty chair to his right. He turned and stared at you in confusion. He crossed his arms and sunk into his chair.

The crowd cheered as the smoke turned pink. You extended your hand, hoping he’d know what you meant and take it. He turned and shook his head, his black hair swaying over his shoulder.

You leaned in, “Severus, please? I only agreed so that Sirius would leave us alone. I want to be here with you, enjoying the demonstration. Like you wanted. I was never going to join him.”

He sat unmoving.

You couldn’t see his face and wished desperately to be back under the Midnight Stars tree. You touched his fingers and pulled them out from under his arm, holding his hand tight, “Forgive me?”

His fingers wrapped around your hand and Severus turned back, nodding with the same small smile as normal, “Ok.”

The demonstration went on and you couldn’t help but hug his arm and lean into him. The demonstration was the same boring one as previous years but sitting there was worth it, especially when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in.

Your hand rested on his knee as you snuggled closer and his arm around your shoulder slid down around your waist. His other hand reached over and held your hand tight as it rested on his knee. His thumb rubbed your skin back and forth like gentle soothing waves.

You closed your eyes and imagined belonging to him and only him. They way he held you felt so right and it didn’t matter where the two of you were, it was just as relaxing. It felt perfect being with him, in the darkness of the theater and under the tree. Severus Snape was everything you wanted.

. . .

The demonstration as over, ending in booming claps and loud whistled cheers. Everyone stood and made their way outside where the other students were already waiting. Slughorn was none the wiser and herded everyone back to the hotel lobby.

Your friends had pulled you aside and told you every juicy detail, and luckily never bothered to ask you about your morning. They knew something was up with you and “that Snape guy” and had the decency not to push passed your walls. The rest of the morning involved packing and before you could say anything to Severus, he had Flooed away.

. . .

The Hogwarts Express arrived and students were filing out, eager to get in the large carriages that took them up to the school. You looked around again, and finally spotted a bobbing black head with sleeked lank hair. You pushed passed the crowd and pulled on his robes.

“Severus! Hi,” you smiled.

His black eyes looked on towards the carriages, “(L/n).” His voice was sharp and cold.

You frowned and waited for the last few stragglers to get in a carriage before speaking again. “Are you mad at me? Did I do something? I thought yesterday was nice, but you left so fast.”

He pulled on the sleeves of his robes and looked down, “You could have said no to him. You could have asked me… I thought you were going to ask me… I wanted you to.”

He looked sad but you weren’t sure what to say. “I thought you wanted to see the demonstration. That’s why you signed up… Sirius would have spread rumors – ”

He stared at you intensely and frowned, hurt plainly visible in his glistening eyes, “Yeah. Everyone would have known you liked me. How awful that would have been.”

He scoffed and made his way to a packed carriage. You made your way to one of the empty ones and sighed, hating the way his lips had trembled.

. . .

It was a week after term had started and dozens of students were enjoying the last few days of summer outside in the courtyard. A light breeze blew that carried laughter throughout. There were groups of friends spread out in every spot. Your group consisted of all your friends and added acquaintances, chattering away about their summers in the far corner next to a group of Gryffindors.

Severus sat hunched on a bench, ignored by everyone as he read and tried to keep his page as the wind blew. His head was hung low and his hair blocked the light from hitting his book, his finger ran across the pages tracing the words.

You looked around and sighed. You jumped down from the low stone wall and made your way over to Severus. You didn’t think he’d notice your shadow since his book was already shrouded in darkness, but he did. He looked up and tilted his head, unsure of your intentions in such a crowded space.

“Can I do something?”

He looked around at the eyes that had started to stare, “Um… s-sure?”

You pushed his book away and stepped between his legs and sat on his thigh. You hooked your arm around his neck and kissed his cheek. His arms wrapped around your waist instinctively and held you carefully. His pale face flushed pink and a wide smile spread across his face as you pulled your lips away.

Within seconds a few Slytherins came over – a part of the gawking crowd moments before. His friends sat around, bewildered by what they were seeing.

“Severus? When did this happen?”

Severus was about to open his mouth when you answered first, “Yesterday.”

Severus shrugged nonchalantly and squeezed you closer, “Told you guys to go.”

You laughed and nuzzled his cheek with your nose, loving the way he bit his lip to stop from smiling too big. You played with his hair as you sat on his lap and joined in the retelling of how it came to be.

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Request: “may I request a young sev x reader where they cuddle 🥺🥺 pretty please?” - Anon

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adragonhoardingstories · 5 years

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Daminette AU (Part 8)

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng." She laughed. "Pleased to finally see you coherent."

A deep flush rose up his neck and she giggled. "Thank you for that by the way but advice for the future, it's not prudent to just help out strangers like that in Gotham. It could be a trap."

"Well thank you for the concern. I know it may not seem this way but I can take care of myself."

He seemed like he wanted to argue but thought better of it. Instead, he changed the subject. "Oh, you said you were already to heading to Wayne Tower weren't you? Can I ask what business you have there?"

She smirked. "Well I would tell you but someone just recently told me to be wary of strangers in Gotham."

He laughed. "Okay you got me there."

She giggled. "Well, I'm here on a school trip, we're visiting Wayne Enterprises today."

She barely noticed his eyes widening before he asked another question. "Where is the rest of your class then?"

She snorted. "Believe it or not, they left me behind."

"In Gotham!?" He said outraged.

"I know right." She agreed. "If it was someone else, they would probably have been terrified, lost, in trouble or all three."

He looked thoughtful. "You said if it was someone else and yet I have a feeling you're not just being cocky. "

She raised an eyebrow. "Caught that, didn't you? Well, not many people know this but I'm actually a Gothamite, CPS is what got me to Paris." She winced, changing her accent to her American one. "Couldn't escape them."

He seemed excited by this revelation. "That certainly explains why you seem so at ease here, only a native can be. Well, on behalf of all of Gotham, welcome back."

"There is no other place like Gotham." She laughed. "This will always be home."

He laughed with her for a bit before resuming his interrogation.

"How did you get left behind anyways?"

Her smile turned wry. "I know it seems pretty unbelievable, but there's this girl, who's got the whole class along with the staff wrapped around her little finger, which would be fine if she wasn't a liar. I'm literally one of the only persons who can figure out she's lying which is ridiculous because her lies aren't even good ones. I tried to call her out on it and ended up becoming her favourite target. Anyways, she somehow convinced the class to leave an hour earlier than the time we were supposed to. My only friend in that class is jetlagged and probably as tired as you are right now-" she raised the second coffee in her hand for emphasis. "Which is why she didn't notice and warn me until it was too late. I prepared everything for the trip as class president so I know all the details and well I decided why not take the opportunity to take a stroll in my favourite city?"

"Wow." He said and she was happy to note that seemed genuinely to believe her. "Sounds rough."

"Oh, you have no idea."

Tim pushed the door open for her and she smiled, realising that they were finally at Wayne Tower.

The building was as if not more impressive than she remembered and she fought the urge to take out the sketchbook and start drawing.

"Well I guess, this is where our ways part Tim, it was nice meeting you. Please get some sleep."

He laughed. "Are you so impatient to get rid of me? Just, wait here for a second, I need to have a word with Theresa-" He motioned to the secretary. "-and then I'll escort you to your class, it's the least I can do after youvey helped me."

"Oh, that's not necessary."

"I insist." He gave her disarming smile and walked away before she could protest.

She sighed and looked around, leaning against the wall. Her hands itched and she finally gave in, taking out her sketchbook from her bag and letting the inspiration guide her.

She became so absorbed in her work, she didn't notice when Tim made his way back to her. Only once she was done and went to keep her sketchbook back, did she notice the man waiting for her.

"Oh I'm so sorry, this place is so beautiful, I just needed to get this down. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

He smiled down fondly at her. "It's alright. My little brother is an artist too, I'm used to it. Plus, you didn't take long. I'm a bit surprised actually."

She smiled shyly. "It's just a draft design, I jotted down the things I wanted to go into detail for later."

"You're into design?" He asked while he held another door open for her.

"I'm a fashion designer actually."

"Oooh, well I'm not that interested in those things but I've been trying to get an MDC special since a while. I love their work." Marinette flushed a deep red and hoped Tim wouldn't notice it. Fortunately, he didn't, continuing to babble about what aspect of her work he loved.

Maybe she'd get him VIP tickets to her show. That would be a nice surprise…

"Hey, listen Marinette." Tim stopped in his tracks. "There's something you need to know before we reach your class."

"What is it?" His voice made her wary.

"I'm ah kind of your tour guide."

"Oh." She said, and Tim gave her a moment to absorb that information. "Oh."

He grinned sheepishly when she turned a glare at him. "Surprise!" He did the jazz hands hands and Marinette could help the snort that escaped her.

"So you're not mad?" He asked.

"No, but I'm guessing you figured it when I mentioned we were the school from Paris, huh? Well you could've told me before I started ranting to you but eh I guess it's good that you're warned."

She looked at him solemnly and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Good luck, may the Gods be with you."

They stared at each other for a while before they both burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Okay, so anything else I need to know."

She hummed. "Well Mrs Bustier is not the best teacher, she has too much of a passive attitude and tends to support the offender rather than the victim. Other than that I guess, the only people that'll cause you problems is Miss Lie-La Rossi. I'm willing to bet she says something about knowing one of the Waynes within her first five sentences to you."

"I'll take that bet." He placed a hand on her back and gently pushed her forward.

"If I win, you gotta come to dinner at mine, I feel like we can be great friends and I feel like all my siblings will love you!"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, but if I win, I'll give you an address and a date you need to show up at without question."

"Seems fair to me."

She laughed. "What happened to trusting strangers?"

"I think we blew that phase when you gave me the coffee."

She was about to retort when she heard a very shrill and very familiar voice.

"I can't believe Marinette has gone to such extents just to get attention. Doesn't she know how dangerous Gotham is?"

She muttered a quick prayer for the Gods to give her strength and caught Tim's face of complete disbelief as the rest started cussing at her.

"I'm guessing that's Lila." He said.

Marinette offered him no answer, just a grimace as she walked in the room.

***Italics is for french

"Thank you for your concern." She drawled out. "But I do believe it isn't my fault that you changed the schedule and did not inform me and before you start accusing me of lying, let me remind you that I was the one responsible to plan all of the activities on this trip and as such I have a copy of all the times and places we need to be at."

She ignored the seething crowd and passed Chloe her coffee before turning to Mrs Bustier. "And you, Madame? While I can understand the... excitement of the others to visit such a prestigious industry, as teacher it is your job to ensure that all of your students are there - not to mention the inconvenience you undoubtedly have caused the staff here due to your early arrival."

Her teacher flushed. "Now Marinette, I know that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself and the staff didn't seem to have a problem so please refrain from ruining this day for everyone."

She heard Tim mutter his disbelief, she guessed that he spoke French which is also why he was their tour guide. No one had noticed him yet but she decided not to stretch this out.

"They are professionals Madame."

Before things could escalate, she stepped to the side and gestured to Tim.

"This is Tim Drake, our tour guide."

"Bonjour," He smiled even though to her it seemed strained. "Welcome to Wayne Enterprises. We are honoured to have you with us. The portfolio your class president sent to us was impressive. It's nice to know that the youth of today is interested in helping the world around them and during this trip, well Wayne Enterprises aims to help you in your future career."

It was very obviously a practiced speech to Marinette and Tim didn't seem eager to repeat it but the rest of the class ate it up.

He caught her eye and they shared a look of understanding as the others started babbling excitedly.

"Please, I will ask you to remain quiet as we tour so as not to disturb the other employees."

Everyone fell in line and obediently stayed quiet. That lasted for about twenty minutes which was fifteen more than Marinette had expected before Lila started spewing her stories again.

Tim had just finished telling them about the work they did at WE and what they were going to visit. He mentioned that certain labs were off limits to them. That's when Lila started saying that she of course had visited these labs before because the Waynes trusted her.

She could see Tim doing a good job to keep his fury contained. The Waynes were obviously very loved if that's the kind of reaction an employee got after hearing lies about them.

He seeked her eyes as if to ask whether this was all for real and she offered him a small encouraging smile in return.

Tim turned to Miss Liar and her entourage and cleared his throat. "Miss Rossi, I presume, as... entertaining as your fictional stories might be, please refrain from speaking about them here. Also, I do remember telling you not to speak up like you are right now so as not to disturb the other employees."

"She looks like she's going to blow." Chloe snickered and Marinette had to agree, Lila was getting redder.

"How dare you?" She screeched and Marinette had a really good feeling that today was the day Lila was going to start her fall from grace. "My stories aren't fictional. You're probably just a lowly intern but I know all the Waynes personally. I can get you fired!"

"Oh?" Tim's face went blank. "Who do you know in the family?"

"Oh, I know all of them - Dick Drake, Jason Grayson, Tim Todd and Damien Wayne." She felt a surge of anger go through her at the last name but closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. Fortunately, she had more than enough practice to control her emotions and opened her eyes just in time to catch the derisive snort from Tim.

At that moment, she remembered why exactly he seemed familiar to her and let herself smirk. Chloe nudged her. "You know something." She said knowingly and she only smiled innocently in return.

She raised an eyebrow in disbelief but turned to watch the drama unfold.

Tim opened his mouth to speak but someone called out to him. "Mr Wayne!" Marinette turned her head to watch a harried woman come their way. "I'm so sorry for interrupting you through this tour, I know you wanted to deal with this class yourself but something came up with the deal with the Luthors, we need you there asap!"

"Alright, I'll be there in five minutes. I know Jason is here, get him to come take over for me, tell him that I'll owe him one - that ought to convince him."

He turned his attention back to Lila, eyes sharp and in that moment, she couldn't recognize the same sleep deprived man she had helped that morning.

"And you, Miss Rossi, if you haven't guessed it yet - I am Tim Drake-Wayne, the CEO of this company and I can guarantee all of you that neither I nor my brothers have ever met you."

"How do you know that your brothers have not met her?" Ever so stubborn, was Alya.

"Because, Miss Cesaire, my brothers names are Dick Grayson and Jason Todd and before you ask, I know all of my youngest brother's friends and she is not part of them. I'm afraid to tell you that she has been lying to you."

Alya looked pissed right then and Marinette couldn't help but feel a bit vindicated.

"So Miss Rossi, please do continue spreading your lies about us and next time, you'll be contacted by our lawyer."

"Now, now." Miss Bustier intervened and Marinette wasn't even surprised that it was now that she decided to intervene.

"Isn't a lawyer too much? She only said a few lies."

"Her lies can be considered defamation. Those labs she said she had access to are for dangerous or top secret experiments. The fact that we just let a teenage girl in there can damage the reputation of our company and raise question on our policies, so no it isn't too much. We can and will sue her if she lies again and for you Mlle Bustier, I am not impressed with your behavior with your class, I will be pushing for an investigation against you."

Marinette could frankly say that the she found some pleasure in seeing her teacher floundering. She pitied her a bit, but it's what she got for siding with the opressor every time.

And then Tim turned to her, harsh expression fading away to give place to a genuine smile as he walked towards her.

"As for you, I can't thank you enough for this morning."

"It was nothing." Marinette waved it off but then, she smiled teasingly, piecing together what he was doing. "Well if I knew you were a Wayne, I'd have made you pay for the coffee."

Tim laughed, taking it for the joke it was. "Can you give me your phone?"

She raised an eyebrow but handed it over silently; when he returned it, she had a new contact under Sleep Deprived.

"You won our bet." He said as an explanation. "But please, if you have any trouble in Gotham, feel free to call me."

#daminette #marinette dupain cheng #damian al ghul wayne #soulmarks

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llamamicrowave · 4 years

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My Big Family on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25871098/chapters/62862025

Summary:

Jojo sibling AU Stands still exits. Jonathan has a slightly stronger version of hermit purple. And to compensate for such a weak stand he and Joseph learned Hamon. Johnny and Gappy are their cousins who live in America. Ships in tags

Notes:

Pure cringe. Beware..

Chapter 1

School Sux PT.1Chapter Text

Ships (Minor but exist)

-JonaErina (The only important one)

-Joseph x Suzi Q x Ceaser (Leave me alone)

-JotaKak

-Very minor GioTrish

-Jolyne x Ermes

-GyJo

Jonathan POV

Hi! My name is Jonathan Joestar! A little about my self? Well, I'm 26, I have 4 younger siblings that I take care of since my father is always working. But it's fine I love taking care of them! I have a girlfriend, her name is Erina Pendleton and I'm planning to propose to her soon! Please don't tell her that, or any of my bothers, I don't want them to roast me for being a softy again.

Even though I am the oldest I can't be there some times, so when I'm not there my brother Joseph is in charge. But Joseph sometimes can be... How can I say this without sounding rude? Stupid? Immature? Idiotic? Well, yes to all of those.

Since Joseph can be a bit dumb at times, dad gives responsibly to Jotaro. He's pretty chill but sometimes can come off as rude. It's all a fake though, he loves marine life (especially dolphins lol) and when he was ten he told me he wanted to be a Marine Biologist! So in short, he's a dork.

Then there's Josuke and Jolyne the twins. There the youngest in the family. Josuke is the oldest by a few minutes. He's a goofball but can be serious if needed. Like if someone insults his hair he could go as some might say, Apeshit.

Jolyne, our only sister. Her personality is much like Jotaro. She just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. I can't really say much about her since I'm being blackmailed by her and Jotaro. They're so alike it's scary.

I know I said I only had 4 siblings but there's another I didn't mention. 3 years before Joseph was born my father adopted a "friend" of his's son, Dio Brando. Dio was, excuse my language, a dick ever since we were kids. He ran over my dog Danny with one of his "friends" cars. As soon as Dio turned 18 he moved to Italy to become a lawyer. But that wasn't the last time I saw him.

While in Italy Dio, had a child with a woman he didn't even know. That woman neglected her son and allowed her husband to abuse him.

"She would leave days at a time and leave little food for him." I looked at the toddler sleeping in his arms, he had black hair and a cute bowl cut. "He's only a kid, he can't survive like that," Dio said to me.

"..."

"I can't let him have the same childhood as me." he looked dead into my eyes. I finally understood where he was coming from torturing me all these years.

"..." I stayed quiet.

"But I'm not taking care of this kid."

And now he lives with us! His name is Giorno Giovanna-Brando-Joestar. He is only a year younger then Josuke and Jolnye. And that's my family!

And remember when I said my dad works a lot, that was a lie...

He died on Jotaro's 11th birthday. He and my stepmother were hit by a drunk driver. Jotaro blames himself for the crash. It's not his fault though, he had no control over it. He was only a kid. I'm sorry to drop this on you now but with my father's death made me like a father figure to them. Dad would be proud.

Ages,

Jonathan- 26

Johnny- 22

Joseph- 20

Jo2uke- 19

Jotaro- 17

Josuke- 16

Jolyne- 16

Giorno- 15

Narrator POV

Jonathan woke up first as normal and recapped his schedule,

Ok, so I have to make breakfast, Make sure they're ready for school, go to work, and meet up with Erina, and? What else do I have to do? ...Oh yeah! Take away Joseph's phone for getting arrested yesterday! Next time he should, you know, not try and run over his WHEELCHAIR BOND COUSIN! Goodness, I got angry again, sorry about that.

Jonathan arose from his bed and began his morning routine. He showered, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and got ready for the day.

He then started to make breakfast for his big family.

Joseph likes bacon with coffee.

Jotaro likes toast with coffee.

Josuke likes eggs with juice.

Jolyne likes yogurt with coffee.

And Giorno likes vegan pancakes with tea.

Oh yeah, Johnny, and Gappy and/or Jo2uke are staying with us! I wonder what they want? I'll just make them eggs.

A door opens from upstairs. Giorno walks out from his room to the bathroom to get ready for school. He liked waking up before the rest of his family.

When Giorno was done getting ready he walked down the stairs, and greeted Jonathan as he sat down.

"Good Morning, Jonathan."

"Good Morning! Did you sleep well?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, I think s-" He was cut off by a door slamming shut. Very loudly.

"Must be Jotaro. Jolyne must have gotten in the bathroom first." Giorno commented.

Jonathan laughed. "I guess so."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Good Morning, retards!" Jolyne came prancing down the stairs.

"Jolyne, that isn't nice," Jonathan said sternly.

"You're right, Joseph isn't here right now." she sat down. Jonathan sighed. saying nothing back to her, defeated.

"Where is Joseph anyway?" Giorno asks.

Jonathan scoffs, "I told him to be awake at 6:00 sharp."

"Why 6:00?" Jolyne asked

"That's his punishment for trying to run over Johnny yesterday."

"Ohh yeah! I remember now!"

"Your next line will be, 'The things he'll do for 20 bucks,'!" a voice from inside the pantry spoke.

"The things he'll do for 20 bucks- JOSEPH!" Jolyne yelled.

Joseph popped out of the pantry fully dressed and looking proud.

"I've been up since 4 am!" he said proudly.

"Did you have another nightmare?" Jotaro said sarcastically walking down the stairs.

"Yes actually, Ocean Man!"

"What did you say?" Jotaro asked sternly. Even though Joseph was 3 years older than him they were about the same size.

"He called you, OCEAN. MAN! O-C-E-A-N M-A-N!" Josuke called from the upstairs bathroom.

"Fuck off." Jotaro sat down. "Langage, Jotaro!" Jonathan told him.

"Joot, you seem more pissy than usual, are you on your period?" Jolyne asked smugly.

"Jolyne, I'm not in a good mood and I want you to know I will not hesitate to choke you out and then feed it to your simp."

"Anasui is not a simp!" Jolyne defended.

"Funny, how you knew who I was talking about without saying his name."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Have fun at school!" Jonathan yelled at his younger siblings.

"Yeah, fun and school don't mix well," Jolyne yelled back.

Joseph usually carpools with Ceasar and Smokey. Jotaro drives him and his friends to school with Jonathan's car. (Jonathan drives there dads car to work). Jolyne caught a ride with her girlfriend Ermes. Josuke walked with his friends Okuyasu and Koichi. And Giorno either walked by himself or ride with his older friend Bruno, today he was alone with his thoughts.

Joseph POV

"Ugh, collage sucks!" I groaned. "Suck it up buttercup It's only the beginning of the year," Ceasar said, reading a book.

Asshole.

We were in the library supposed to be studying but I got a bit distracted. See Suzi Q was also in the library, by herself. Nobody around her, the perfect opportunity to ask her out, but this blonde bubble-blowing bitc-

"Stop staring at Suzi, it's starting to get creeping now," Ceasar said still looking at the book.

"And why should I?"

"1. We should be studying, and 2. Your so small no girl wants to date you." that asshole wrote something in his notebook.

I. Was. Annoyed to say the least. I mean it's true, BUT YOU DON'T SAY IT! So I did the only rational thing, put him in a headlock.

Good thing the library was empty except for a couple of people who were used to our bullshit by now.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU BUFFOON!?" Ceasar said, or at least tried too.

Ha, get rekt, bitch.

Jotaro POV

"Ugh, I hate school."

"Can you stop being edgy for 5 seconds?" Polnareff asked.

Dick,

"Can you guys stop arguing and actually help!" Avdol said while he was doing the science assignment, I don't know why. Fucken dork.

"Kakyoin is literally sleeping!" Polnareff wined.

"Kakyoin has had a long day."

"Yeah... what are we talking about?"

"So, sleeping beauty is finally up," I say.

"I know you meant that as an insult but I'm taking it as a compliment, Aurora was fabulous!" Kak laughed like the maniacal little gay shit he is.

"Aww, you guys are so cute!"

"Polnareff focus on the experiment!-" the test tube cut him off, by exploding.

"..."

"Finally something exciting," I said because it was fucking epic.

"I mean this would not have happened Joot and Kak weren't flirting with each other."

"Wtf."

Josuke POV

"Math is hardddddd."

"It's not that hard, Oku."

"Bullshit."

"Okuyasu, you should probably pay attention to my lesson instead of complaining." our math and gym/Hamon teacher Lisa-Lisa said to my friend Okuyasu, and trust me no one wants to get on her bad side, the last person to do that was Joseph, he still has nightmares, and he graduated.

"Yes, Josuke?"

"Is this going to be on the test?" I ask so I could know what to remember.

"Most of it will. But if you're asking me if you should listen in class or not, the answer is yes." it felt like she stared into my soul at that list part.

The bell rang

Lunch finally! Freedom at last!

"Your homework is to study for the quiz I'm giving you on an undisclosed date!"

Giorno POV

I walk over to bleachers outside of school where my friends (And Abbacchio) usually eat.

"Hey, guys." I quietly say. Right now there is only, Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, and... Trish. Anyways as soon as Fugo and Narancia get here the peace will be ruined. Right now Bruno was talking to Mista and Trish about some party this Friday, and Abbacchio was on his phone with headphones on.

"Hello Giorno, how was your morning," Bruno asked.

"Eh, it was fine. Jolyne almost got ORAed."

"What else is new," Trish said drinking her mineral water. Wow shes really pretty, what?

"SUP BITCHES!" Narancia ran up to the bleachers with Fugo following behind him, sighing. Well, that was fun while it lasted.

#jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojo's bizzare adventure stone ocean #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #ships #jjba ships #cringe #dinopants

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1lymark · 5 years

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yellow paint blues || renjun

→ summary: a few hours before renjun needs to submit his art project, he realizes that he’s run out of yellow paint. luckily, you’re there to help (or not.) → genre: fluff, humor, college!au → words: 3.2K → a/n: dedicated to mary, my lovely patron. as always, this got way out of hand and got longer than i anticipated. i hope you enjoy!

Renjun had thought that the art course would be an easy A. He hadn’t needed the easy A to begin with anyway––his grades in every other course were beyond stellar, so most people would probably assume that he was doing it to pass time or to gain extra credits. Or so, that was what he wanted people to assume.

In reality, he had signed up for the course because you had wanted to. It wasn’t like you asked him to accompany him; he recalled you mentioning the course in passing a week before registration and somehow, that little comment had wormed its way to the forefront of his mind as he clicked “ADD COURSE” to his already packed schedule.

“Should be easy enough,” he assured himself, patting his own shoulder in untimely congratulations as he thought of the extra three hours in a week that he would get to hang out with you. After all, Renjun’s art skills weren’t shabby, so surely this could not go wrong in any way possible.

He forgot, in his hubris, about the tantalizing taste that procrastination had to offer. The sweet nectar that he had yet to conquer in all his years of education had once again enticed him like a fly to a fire. It was inevitable, and yet… how could he have been so blind?

So there he was, in his room at one in the morning, with more paint on his fingers than he had on his canvas. The blank surface taunted him in his mind, laughing hysterically at the cruel fate he had assigned to himself in the name of love.

The project should have been simple enough: it was a self-expression piece, wherein the objective was to present what makes them happiest. His professor was lenient to the point of negligent, allowing her students to use any medium they pleased for this first assignment. Macaroni and glue, string and popsicle sticks, scrap paper with a drunken doodle… She was open-minded to anything under the sun. However, the thing about Renjun was that he was an overachiever to a fault, so even though he could’ve theoretically slapped a Spotify playlist together on a CD and called it a day, he simply was not spiritually able to hand in anything less than perfect.

So of course Renjun chose to paint for his first project. Painting wasn’t even his strongest suit, but he wanted to challenge himself, or so he said when he had loudly announced that to you almost a week ago.

A week ago. He had an entire week to finish, with no other pressing assignments or tests in between, and yet he still found himself in this predicament. Thus was the fate of unending suffering that every university student must face.

You had texted him a few hours ago, asking to see a picture of his work. Despite your excitement to take this course, you had always been a bit self-conscious about your art pieces, though you have never expressed this to anyone. Renjun could see it in the way that you would close in on yourself when people ask to see your work, quickly redirecting the conversation elsewhere once people have their eyes off of you.

Not him though––you always showed each other your works. It made Renjun’s heart race just a little bit every time you exposed this side of yourself, and so he made a promise to always give you any sort of reassurance you might need.

Unfortunately for this time, he was a bit too busy trying not to drown in his own irresponsibility to answer you properly when you had texted.

to: renjunnie from: y/n-chi

hey!! how’s your project holding up? can i see yours? i finished mine just now and idk if i’m happy with it tbh…

to: y/n-chi from: renjunnie

not… going well… send reinforcements… T_T i think i’m gonna rot now…

to: renjunnie from: y/n-chi

eh??? the infallible huang renjun is suffering??? from a first year art assignment??? someone call the catholics, because i think the rapture is coming

to: y/n-chi from: renjunnie

y/n don’t be mean >:( this is srs!! i think i have inhaled enough paint fumes to fail a drug test by now

to: renjunnie from: y/n-chi

tsk. that’s what you get for procrastinating, babe. sending my thoughts and prayers!! txt me updates so i know you don’t die from paint ingestion ^^

If you weren’t so god damn cute, he would have smothered you (with his love) by now. Even if you didn’t know it, your texts had given him enough motivation to get something on the canvas, even though none of his drafts seemed to be good enough at the moment.

What was it that made Renjun happy, anyway? He liked listening to music, but that was as generic as it gets… Who didn’t like music? He also liked reading and travelling, though those don’t seem to be too appealing to paint either. Some of his friends had joked that he should just paint a bunch of Moomin, so that he wouldn’t really need to paint because it would mostly be white anyway.

Those things just seemed too shallow for him. While they were things that he enjoyed, he wouldn’t want to be that guy who showed up to class with a half-assed doodle and some stupid explanation like “happiness is what you make of it.” No, he would be better than that.

There was something quite obvious that he could use for his project, or rather, someone. It would be too embarrassing though––not that he was embarrassed of you, by any means. He just wasn’t brave enough to do it, not yet at least. Someday, he’ll have the heart to tell you his feelings, but for now… he was stuck with a blank canvas and an emptier mind.

The clock read 3:30AM when Renjun had decided to throw all his morals to the wind and just paint a field of sunflowers out of desperation. He thought that if all else failed, maybe he would submit that and say something about how he remembered going to a place like that in his childhood. It would be a complete lie, since his family hardly went out to nature spots like that, but at least you would like the painting. Sunflowers were your favorite, after all.

Halfway through his painting however, he realized that his tube of yellow paint was looking awfully empty. He squeezed it as much as he could, scrapping it out as much of the remaining paint as physically possible.

“Crap,” he moans out, looking at his half-colored canvas forlornly. There were still at least six sunflowers to be painted, though he had already painted most of the background. This couldn’t do; he had no time to start over. The art supply shop didn’t open until at least 9AM, but his classes start shortly after that. There was no way he could pull this off at this rate. Unless…

He reached for his phone from his table, almost tripping over his easel in his haste to grab it. He knew you were an early riser, though he doubted you’d be awake even at this ungodly hour. He just hoped to whatever entity up in the clouds that you would pick up your phone and not start cussing him out for ruining your sleep. Though it was hard to imagine you getting mad at him for anything, as he knew you always had a bit of a soft spot for him.

To his relief, you answered on the fifth ring.

“Hello?” You murmured quietly, voice still sounding rough with sleep. Renjun could hear you smacking your lips sleepily, the mental image of it all eliciting a grin on his face. He wanted to know how you looked right now, with your impossibly cute bedhead and droopy eyes.

“Y/N? You awake?”

You yawned, the sound of rustling sheets accompanying your reply. “I am now, I guess. It’s… 4AM? What gives? You don’t normally wake this early. Unless…”

“Yup,” Renjun sighed, head hanging in defeat. “Kinda haven’t slept all night. The project isn’t coming along too well.”

“Aww,” you cooed. Renjun perked up a little at your tone.

Then, “Tough shit.”

Renjun flinched at that, staring wide-eyed at his phone before returning it to his ear. “Excuse me?”

“Well, if you hadn’t been goofing off the entire week before, you wouldn’t be in this mess, would you? Now excuse me… I have another two hours of sleep before my alarm is supposed to go off, so I’ll see you later! Peace,” was all you said before promptly hanging up.

The room was silent as Renjun stood in the middle of his room, shocked beyond all belief. Was that really you that he had just spoken to? Where was the kind, empathetic friend he had come to know and love? Perhaps lack of sleep really does change a person for the worse.

Undeterred by your rejection, Renjun decided to head over to your house anyway. Was he probably going to get his ass handed to him for disturbing you even more? Probably. Was he willing to face the consequences of your fiery wrath? Absolutely. Was he going to enjoy getting berated by you as he stared, lovestruck, at your cute pajamas and angry, puffy eyes? Undoubtedly.

Luckily, your house was only a few blocks away, although Renjun still ran all the way because he was (maybe, slightly, on a little bit) afraid of the dark. So what if he screamed a little when a cat jumped out of some trashcans? No one saw, and that was all that mattered.

He arrived at your place in record time, the dark window panes indicating that you were still, in fact, asleep. He tried opening the door to no avail, not being able to find the spare key you used to place under the mat. With no other option in sight, there was one last thing he could do…

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There was something tapping incessantly against your window for a couple minutes now. At first, you had ignored the sound completely, assuming that it was the first drops of rain before a storm. After a while, you began to realize that rain did not sound like that, and it reminded you more like a finger tapping or knocking. That was impossible though, because you lived on the second floor of a shared house. Surely, it wasn’t what you thought it was––

Before you could contemplate further, you phone started to ring for the second time that night, and the pieces of the puzzle immediately fall into place. It was him, that fucking bastard. Grumbling loudly, you grasped your phone against your ear, a chain of swears tumbling out of your lips quicker than any seasoned rapper out there.

“Wait, Y/N! Lemme explain—“

“Renjun, I swear if I go downstairs right now and find you throwing pebbles at my window to disrupt my sleep even further, you better believe I’m calling the cops on you, friend or not!”

“I just need yellow paint!” He cried out, loud enough that you can hear him from outside. You hiss at him to keep quiet, worried that his noise would also wake up your roommates.

“No, Renjun! You have to learn to be more responsible! You can’t always expect things to go your way without proper preparation! 4.0 GPA or not, I’m not letting you keep doing this––hold on,” you paused, stopping mid-sentence. There had been loud thunk just outside your bedroom wall. There was a suspicious lack of response on Renjun’s end, though you can hear his heavy breathing through the speakers. You slipped out of your covers, padding your way to the window. You peered over, squinting blearily at the darkness of the night.

“Renjun? What are you––“ You gasped before finishing, slamming open the windows and letting the cool breeze gently brush your face. The sight before you was not as great as the wind, though. “Are you fucking crazy? Stop climbing before you get hurt!”

“Almost there,” Renjun grunted, his hands grasping tightly on your ledge. You watched in stunned silence as the gangly boy hoisted himself over and into your bedroom with the ease of someone who had done that at least a few times before. It took you a while before you could find your bearings as you stood, mouth agape, at the beaming boy now standing before you with neon green paint on his cheek.

“Hey,” he greets, smiling.

It took all the energy in your body to keep your hand from meeting his cheek (either to caress him or to slap him? No one was for certain.) “You could’ve fucking died.”

Renjun lifted both his arms into the air and shook his legs around. He shot you a cheeky look, faking contemplativeness. “I feel pretty alive, I would say. All limbs in working order, as far as I know.”

Oh my god. You were friends with a maniac!

“This is so unlike you,” you said. “You’re never this relentlessly annoying.”

“Well, you wouldn’t let me finish my urgent plea on the phone, so of course I had to take drastic measures! I’m gonna fail this GPA booster course, and then I’ll die, and then it’ll be your fault!” He said in one breath, grin never faltering. As his gaze flitted around the room, he noticed your finished project, sitting on your desk and covered in plastic to hide its contents from the world. “Ooh, is that your submission? can I see?”

You rushed over to it, hiding it behind your back with a huff. “Absolutely not! You lost all privileges from me the moment you called me up at 4AM! Now get out of my house before I really call the cops.”

He pouted, deflating visibly. “Okay, look… I know I’m being a prick right now, but you really gotta help me! I ran out of yellow paint and you’re the only person who can help me!”

You were not sure why, but hearing that reason coming from Renjun of all people was making your blood boil in anger. He went all this way to your house, throwing pebbles out your window like some cliché romcom protagonist, even climbing up a building, just to ask for fucking yellow paint?!

“Are you hearing yourself, Huang Renjun? I’m going to kill you!” You grabbed a few of the still open paint tubes by your desk, squeezing its contents all over his clothes in a fit of rage. He gasped, crying out in anguish as globs of blue and red marred the cute little Moomins on his shirt.

“You did not just do that!” He yelled, slapping the paint out of your hands. You were pretty shocked yourself, though you can’t help but giggle a little at how flabbergasted he looked.

“That’s what you get for being ridiculous, you stupid shit––hey, stop! Put down that cup of paint water now before I––NO!”

Murky black water splashes down your left cheek and onto your pajamas, the gross, cold sensation making you splutter out indignantly at the smirking boy. “Oh my god, you absolute bastard!”

It did not take long for the argument to dissolve into a full-blown paint fight as the two of you sprayed each other with every bit of available art supply in your room. Paint, brushes, pens, and markers were launched into the air, both of you screaming in both anger and delight as you hit the other with every type of projectile imagineable.

Renjun jumped across the bed, searching your bedside table for more ammo once you managed to hoard most of them on your side. It didn’t take long for him to find one of your unopened bottles of yellow paint, and he hooted in victory as he held it up in the air like a trophy.

“Yes, I found it! Ceasefire, Y/N! I got what I wanted!”

“And you think I’m supposed to stop just because you’re happy?” You screeched back, readying a large amount of black paint on one of your paintbrushes like a makeshift catapult. “Drop that paint bottle if you wanna live, Renjun!”

It was in that moment when one of your roommates suddenly barged in to the scene, her entire being blazing with heat as she furiously accessed the room. There you were, paint dripping from every inch of your body, with a similarly painted boy on the other side of your bed with a little 50mL bottle of yellow paint in his open fist. No one made a sound for a moment, afraid to explain what the hell you both were doing, until––

“I’m not even going to ask. Just shut up before I get you evicted,” Yeri growled, slamming the door with the frame rattling in her wake.

“Oh god, she’s going to kill me tomorrow,” you moaned, dropping the paintbrush and dropping your head against your newly painted bed. Not looking at him, you pointed your finger in his general direction, forcing him to stop as he tried to covertly escape through the window. “Don’t you dare move another muscle. You are helping me clean my room before class, or so help me I’ll paint angry eyebrows on all your Moomin plushies.”

That got him moving to help you quickly, at least. With the two of you working together instead of fighting, you managed to get all your bedsheets into the washer and most of the paint splatters removed from your walls and floor in record time. Thankfully there wasn’t much damage on your room, as you and Renjun were the main casualties of the paint war.

While the two of you finished up, you hadn’t realized that the sun had already begun its approach into the sky, meaning that it was time to get ready for class.

“Shit, I won’t be able to shower in time,” you whined, fruitlessly picking at the paint clumping your hair together. You gave Renjun the evil eye, who had the decency to look sheepish at least.

“Wait, hold that thought,” he said, grasping your hand in his as he appraised you with an odd look. His brows were furrowed, thinking deeply as he traced the strokes of yellow and blue on your cheeks, all the way to your neck. His proximity made the blood rush to your face, and you hoped that the paint was doing a good job covering your flush.

It was an odd sensation, feeling so aware of your friend’s presence. You never noticed how cute he looked until that moment, when he was so focused and thoughtful like this. He had always looked handsome to you, but for whatever reason, the dash of red on the corner of his lip never looked more enticing than it did then.

After a bit more staring, he smiled softly at you, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear with the sort of gentleness that you have come to associate with him. Your stupid, funny, smart, lovable Renjun. The only boy that you could never stay mad at.

“I think I have my submission for my art project right here,” he said, simply and honestly.

You giggled a bit, not quite understanding. “Well, you got the yellow paint, right? Shouldn’t you head home and try to finish your painting before class starts? You got a bit of time, I think.”

He shook his head, cupping your face like something to be held. Like something to be admired. There was something blooming inside your chest; a field of sunflowers, all of them reaching towards the light right in front of you.

The sun grinned at you, and the sunflowers rejoiced. “Nah. I think I’m good. More than good.”

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Iron Man Bingo: Tony Stark & Harley Keener

this is part of my 5+1 series of Tony and his kids, this one has less Tony in it which was not what I was planning but I’m mostly trying to show how much he cares, even from afar.

Every Christmas, Harley got a ridiculously expensive gift that he knew his mother couldn’t afford. It was always labeled that it was from ‘Santa’ but Harley was anything but stupid. There was a billionaire out there that still felt bad after several years of putting him in danger once. Okay, maybe twice but Harley honestly didn’t dwell on it. He actually liked helping Tony out when he was twelve, his life was boring anyway.

Usually, it was a custom kit to build something that gradually got more and more complicated. They would be robots and other machines that kept Harley busy for a few weeks before he ended up modifying it to his own design for the rest of the year.

It was a single armed robot with gold lettering on it that cheekily spelled out ‘ANTHON-E’ or ‘TON-E’ for short. Tony wasn’t discrete. And he had a strange sense of humor.

Okay, Harley thought it was funny and the golden stickers could’ve spelled out anything he wanted. Harley was the one that thought it was funny to call the bot TON-E. But Tony did send a note with ideas for names that were just as bad. Mostly puns that ended in ‘-E.’ Most of them were not FUN-E. In fact, they were borderline SHIT-E.

But one year, the year after the shitshow that was Ultron and the breakup of the Avengers, Harley got something a little different. There was a huge box of parts and Harley audibly gasped when he took a look at the blueprints. It wasn’t a little project or a robot, it was a full-on Iron Man suit. Tony had included several colors of paint and literally everything Harley could ever hope to need to make the suit perfect, although the weapons were understandably less powerful.

They weren’t like nerf guns instead of actual guns, but they weren’t going to destroy his whole block if he fucked something up.

The only thing fully put together in the kit was the arc reactor. Sure, Harley had seen it up close, hell, he had put it back in Tony's chest that one time but it had been a few years and now that he had a better idea of what it was, he was fascinated by it. There was a note on it from Tony, it gave a personal phone number and an invitation to ask for anything else that he would need and a suggestion for a free visit to New York.

Harley was a little bit excited. When he wasn’t being watched by his little sister and mother, he literally jumped up and down with a ridiculous grin pasted on his face. It took him a full month to stop smiling and he started working on the suit immediately. He also started regularly texting Tony after years of not talking him.

Their conversations ranged from dumb shit that Harley was not ashamed of talking about to deep shit like the effect of the loss of the Avengers. It took a few months and several reminders that Harley knew how to deal with the man's panic attacks that he opened up again.

Harley may not be a therapist or anything like that, but he was the type of person that could listen to people. He listened to his mom when she broke down when he suggested she try dating again, he listened to Tony during his panic attacks and the adults always felt bad for unloading their trauma onto him but he didn’t care. Sometimes people needed someone to listen and think for them when they couldn’t think straight and Harley honestly didn’t mind being that person. He seemed to stay calm when other people would freak out.

Right before spring break, Harley finished his suit. He had fully tested it and wanted to see how it would fare for long distances, so he decided to surprise Tony by visiting. He wasn’t an asshole though, he told his mom that he was going to go visit, he just didn’t tell her that Tony didn’t even know.

Honestly, Harley only knew that Tony was going to be in the country because his AI connected to FRIDAY and she had told him Tony’s schedule for the whole month. He specifically took a few weeks off to chill out and Harley was planning on ruining it. Eh, Tony would forgive him.

He was kind of surprised that his mom let him go at all, but it turned out that she had talked to Pepper Potts and she had promised that she would make sure that Harley would be taken care of as she was sure that Tony couldn’t even take care of himself. Okay, he could but a lot of the time he forgets that human bodies had needs that had to be met every day. Like sleeping and eating.

Anyway, Harley left as soon as he could. And now he could say, flying was pretty fucking awesome. He topped out at about one thousand miles per hour, faster than a normal plane, but it would still take a while to get to New York. So he enjoyed the ride. For one, the view was beautiful, by being so high up, everything just looked so small.

Harley didn’t even think before he flew in loops and just played around with the whole concept of flight. The ducks in the air could probably hear him whooping from outside of his metal mask. But he didn’t think that they had the brain capacity to care.

He was in the middle of a swan dive when his visor turned red and text flashed in front of his eyes. Thankfully, it wasn’t a problem with the suit or anything like that. It was an alert for something happening nearby.

By then he had been flying for a while and was already above West Virginia. The alert just said that the AI had sighted a mugging using a nearby security camera. The guy had a gun and his AI had deemed it safe enough to be his first act of heroism. He didn’t have much else to do and if he actually wanted to be some sort of superhero, he would have to actually do some hero-ing.

He continued his dive until he was about as high as the nearby building. He slowed his descent and heavily dropped on the ground. He almost lost his balance but he didn’t fall so it was fine.

“Iron Man?” The criminal guy froze in his tracks and dropped the old woman's purse.

“Not quite.” Harley shot a low powered repulser blast at the man and surprisingly hit him. His arm but he fell to the ground. “I’m more like petty-crime Iron Man.”

The criminal was passed out on the ground so Harley paid attention to the woman.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Thank you so much, young man, before you shoot off into the sky, would you mind taking a picture with me? My granddaughter loves Iron Man!” Well, she got over that quickly…

“I guess…” He helped her after she struggled to take a selfie with him and after a few minutes, the lady had a picture of the new black and gold Iron Man. She seemed pretty pleased with the picture. He told her to call the police to report what happened before he shot off into the sky to make his way to New York.

This wasn’t the only stop he ended up having, he ended up stopping a robbery in New Jersy and distracted a potential rapist so that a girl could get an uber home. He wasn’t aware of how many pictures were taken of him and by the time he got to new york, there were several news sites that wrote about him. Most had headlines like ‘Iron Boy?’ or ‘Is there a new Iron Man?’ and dumb shit like that but one had ‘Tony Stark has a child who fights crime?’ So it could’ve been worse.

He landed at the Avengers compound in the middle of the night. He was exhausted but excited at the same time. Conflicting emotions were annoying. He popped out of his iron suit and stretched a bit before strolling into the compound with slightly hunched shoulders. Pepper met him inside, apparently, she had stayed awake waiting for him.

“Tony is just in his workshop and he’s going to stay down there all night if you don’t get him out of there. I’m going to bed and if you just join him, I’m going to sic FRIDAY on you guys.” Pepper threatened with a yawn. Harley was physically exhausted enough not to even think about denying her.

Pepper showed him to the workshop and excused herself to go to bed. FRIDAY let him in and Tony didn’t even notice. Tony seemed to be intensely examining a glowing holographic screen in front of him. Harley sat by him for a full five minutes before Tony even realized that he was there.

“Kid?” Tony looked like he hadn’t slept in a week so Harley was surprised that the guy even recognized that he was a kid.

“Hello to you too, it’s been a while.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Chill out, it’s spring break, I just decided to stop by.” Harley smiled and stood up. “Come on, you look like shit. Your girlfriend wants you to get some sleep.”

“You know I haven’t had enough sleep when I consider that you’re a hallucination.”

“Why the fuck would you hallucinate me? Maybe in the morning, we can reunite properly but personally, I’m about to pass out so…”

“Yeah yeah, no need to make me feel guilty… goddammit, you have gotten better at that…” Tony stretched and stood up in a way that strangely reminded Harley of a cat. “I saw you didn’t waste too much time to go play vigilante.”

“The fly here was pretty boring.” Harley shrugged. “Hey FRIDAY, tell Pepper we’re on our way up.”

‘Of course.’ The AIs voice came from the hidden speakers. ‘Boss says that you haven’t gotten the high score for getting Tony out of the lab.’

‘What’s the high score?’

‘Fifiteen seconds due to an accidental alert from Spider-Man. He didn’t mean to press the panic button.’ FRIDAY replied and if she had a face, Harley was sure that she was smiling. Or rather, smirking.

“Well, I’m going to beat that record.”

“Good luck with that kid…” Tony groaned. “Please at least promise not to give me a heart attack.”

“You have a med bay here right?” Harley smirked.

“Jesus Christ…”

Pepper could hear the laughing all the way from the Iron Suite.

#iron man bingo 2019 #harley keener #tony stark #iron man #iron lad #kinda #Tony stark has a heart #irondad #iron dad #Harley POV #marvel #mcu #iron man 3 #tony stark defense squad #Tony stark is a good dad you asshole

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 175: 8:30 A.M.

Previously on BnHA: Deku agreed to help the staging team hoist Aoyama above the gym as a living disco ball. Time progressed and we got another nice scene of Deku training with All Might. All Might revealed that his mastery of OFA actually came to him quite easily and instinctively, which is he sometimes has trouble guiding Deku. Mei showed up and did some Mei things and told Deku that the new ~mystery support item~ he requested would be ready soon. Apparently Deku requested it to help with his new move, and All Might’s cool with it as long as he doesn’t start to rely on support items too much. Class A’s preparations continued and Momo served everyone some fancy tea. Gentle reviewed his plan of attack with La Brava. He intends for this to be a wake-up call that will help the little hero eggs of U.A. grow stronger, and he’s probably not wrong, but at some point all of this character building is gonna kill these poor kids. So now we’re cutting to the night before the festival, and that’s where this chapter will presumably pick up!

Today on BnHA: The kids of 1-A wrap up their dress rehearsal and gather in their common room to make final preparations and work off their nervous energy. Deku realizes that the rope he’s gonna use to suspend Aoyama is dangerously frayed, so he decides to run out to the store early in the morning to buy a new one before the show. The next day Hatsume delivers his new support item -- another new pair of gloves. After breaking them in with some training, Deku heads out to the store conveniently still wearing them. On his way back to U.A. he stumbles across a ~mysterious pair of characters~ wearing trench coats and sunglasses as they emerge from a tea shop. Deku says something about tea, and Gentle can’t keep his fucking mouth shut, and Deku subsequently recognizes his voice and realizes he’s the villain from the Youtube videos. Remembering that the festival will be cancelled if even a single alarm goes off, Deku decides he’ll just stop Gentle on his own, and gets ready to fight.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 199 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

these kids are all too fucking cute

who’s braiding Eri’s hair? a doctor/nurse?

more importantly, is Eri gonna have braided hair today omg. I’m gonna fucking die of cuteness here

(ETA: for some reason she does not. maybe they tried it out but she just wasn’t feeling it. who knows! but she’s still adorable no matter what)

holy moses

that’s another Iida dancing panel. swiped. placed in special folder

omgggg

I’m so exciteddddd

“but now I know for sure that I was one hundred percent right to be worried”

nah just kidding Sero. BREAK A LEG

he says that both the band and dance team have come a long way

SHOW MORE OF THE BANDDDD

aww he’s giving Mina props for being “such a super intense coach”

don’t forget to also give her props for coming up with your disco ball thing

(ETA: MVP)

THE BANDDDD!!!

DON’T YOU ‘EH’ HER YOU MONOSYLLABIC BASTARD. YOU HEARD HER, NONE OF THOSE “WEIRD AD LIBS”

also lmao at “ONE OF US might get thrown off”, which absolutely is referring to Kaminari and only Kaminari and you all know it

but it’s not his fault! he’s still learning!!

sobbb

I swear to god, if Gentle does ANYTHING to fuck this shit up I will cast him deep into the pits of Cancelled Hell right there with Mineta and Overhaul

now Hounddog is coming to chase them out because BARK BARK BARK, STUDENTS ARE ONLY ALLOWED IN HERE TILL 9

is he literally foaming at the mouth

anyways, so now all the good little boys and girls are in bed resting up for their big day!

AND THE NOT SO GOOD LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS ARE RUNNING AROUND SCREAMING

“some people” is obviously Bakugou lmao

also this is the cutest!!!!!!! this chapter is going for the record, huh? Cutest Chapter? going for the title? you’ve gotta beat out all of Deku and Kacchan’s flashbacks, all of Mirio’s flashbacks, that chapter two chapters ago with Eri touring the campus, and chapter 163 with Kaminari being all, [HOP] “HEY KACCHAN”

so it’s a tall order! but I think this might just have what it takes!!!

Jirou is telling Iida it won’t do any good to worry now about whether or not everyone else will enjoy it, and that they just have to enjoy themselves

and the boyfriend is all

THAT WAS DIFFERENT, KAMINARI!!

Deku’s agreeing with Jirou from over by the table where he’s double checking the equipment he’s gonna use for the Aoyama Hoisting

and it’s a good thing he did check it, too!

lmao

“IT’S THE PROOF OF OUR FRIENDSHIP” “no, actually, this would probably get you killed dude”

also Kaminari’s “desuwa” has legit just bumped him up a notch on my favorite characters list. fully not joking. whoever was at number nine just got bumped down. I think it was either Toga or Mirio. actually, you know what, I’m gonna go ahead and say he just leapfrogged both of them and ended up at the #8 spot right behind Momo. that’s the power of doing loving cheeky impressions of your fellow classmates

anyway, Momo is apparently already in bed though. because SHE is one of the good little girls

and Mina’s shouting “don’t treat her like a tool box!” and Kami’s protesting that they all treat him like a battery charger though

I mean, if I had a quirk that could recharge people’s phones or make them ropes and shit, I wouldn’t mind using it to help out my good friends! and I’m sure Momo wouldn’t mind either, so long as they waited until morning and, you know, didn’t go and wake her up just for that lol. but whatever

Deku says he’ll just buy one first thing in the morning since he’s gonna be training anyway

I’m thinking back to Gentle’s detailed plan of attack, but although the home center Deku’s talking about was indeed on that route, I don’t think the schedule matches up with Gentle’s. he and La Brava should still be drinking tea until 8:30. although the cafe is right by the home center though

but I’m thinking there’s a chance Deku might spot him in the cafe though maybe, and recognize him from the videos

anyway! that’s a problem for future!Deku! current!Deku is doing a cheer with his fellow students and heading off to bed

tempted to include this with the dancing Iida panels, but no. I’m choosy enough to wait for the real deal

so now it’s 6:30 the next morning, and Midoriya Izuku, who most definitely has not gotten as much sleep as a growing boy needs, is nonetheless out training with All Might again

and Mei is here with his new item!

ooh

always with the glove upgrades, huh

lol All Might is impressed with how far technology has come

that’s right, All Might. welcome to the... twenty... third?? century?? I don’t actually know for sure but I usually just add 200 years to where we’re at currently for simplicity’s sake

also, Mei can make things this compact. we don’t know anything about “they.” but this genius girl here, she can do it, and she deserves some credit

Mei is seriously so cool though

and she did this all on even less sleep than Deku. (although apparently she’s planning a 36-hour power nap once this is all over, which sounds amazing)

so now Deku is going to test out the “thing” he wanted to try

and of course we’re cutting away lol and cutting to 7:50 a.m.

Deku’s running to the store and fretting about almost being late

honestly you should have just asked Momo if it ended up being like this

he still has his gloves, incidentally. HOW CONVENIENT

-- oh snap, because this ridiculous little villain magnet was late and then had trouble finding a rope, it’s now 8:30. aka exactly when our two villains are scheduled to leave the tea shop

and sure enough...

OH MY GOD LA BRAVA

THAT DOES IT. DEFINITELY THE CUTEST CHAPTER EVER DALSFKHDL

Gentle is all “the aftertaste of the imperial golden tips was almost ruined!”

and now he’s scampering off with La Brava quick as can be

so it seems like the name of that tea was important? I guess?

oh my god

so Deku’s all “huh, so that house was a cafe, whoodda thunk?”

and Gentle is getting all “!!!”

and. just

oh my god he thinks he’s a fellow tea enthusiast

how does he not actually recognize Deku, though? too gentlemanly to watch TV like ever?

(ETA: probably just sticks to reading books in a big armchair by the fireplace)

Deku’s saying he just knows about it because he got some from a friend

BUT, he’s thinking that Gentle’s voice sounds familiar!

meanwhile, Gentle is all “ooh you must have a pretty high-class friend”

but then he’s like

and Deku is all

oh my god lmao

they’re both freaking out

and as always, Deku’s Big Hero Brain is way too freaking smart

so Gentle’s turning to make a quick getaway, but Deku’s asking him to wait a moment

ooooooooh snap

YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF GENTLE, THIS KID HAS A PROVISIONAL LICENSE AND SOME SHINY NEW GLOVES MOTHERFUCKAA

so now Deku’s setting down the bags with the rope, and remembering what the Rat Principal said (did he actually say this? I thought it was part of his flashback with the police commish but I guess not) about how they would immediately suspend activities if the alarm sounds

and I’m guessing... that maybe Deku wants to take care of this right here because he doesn’t want the cultural festival to be cancelled after all of their hard work

which is pretty stupid, but also understandable enough that I have no trouble buying it

like, he should be calling the authorities and putting them on alert, not trying to take this mofo out himself lmao

but instead this is happening

and you know what? I’m okay with that

BONUS: my boy Fat Gummmm

Fat Gum sobbing while eating a banana and apologizing to the ghost of Nighteye is somehow just the biggest mood

look how he has the takoyaki splayed between his knuckles because eating them one at a time just isn’t enough. think bigger. plus ultra!!!

it took him all of four days. what a champ. and now I’m fucking starving omg

#bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #class 1-a #aoyama yuuga #kaminari denki #hatsume mei #gentle (bnha)#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #okay but #kaminari being hyper af right when they should be settling down and getting ready for the big day tomorrow #is also the biggest mood of all time #somehow this kid is going head to head with eri battling it out for cutest of the arc #he has absolutely no filter and no inhibitions #but he's so pure of heart that it doesn't get him into trouble because all he does is just run around being cute #I adore him so much you guys #he makes everything better and I appreciate it so much

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 6 years

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Some Truths Are Stubborn As Gravity, Ch 2: Six Billion Pieces Waiting To Be Fixed

Her soulmate mark left Penelope just enough room to choose the wrong man the first time.

Elena wants to make sure she’s with the right person right now.

Schneider doesn’t think he deserves a soulmate, or that one is still waiting for him.

Syd is certain they found theirs. They just don’t want to lose her.

Why can’t destiny be simple?

Penelope x Schneider | Elena x Syd, One Day At A Time. Also on AO3.

(Ch 1)

“Mom,” Elena declared that morning, while Penelope was getting ready for work, “you have to promise you’re not going to embarrass me.”

“Me? Embarrassing? I don’t know know what you’re talking about.” Penelope turned back to the mirror and finished applying mascara. “I’m one of the cool moms, remember?”

“And I love you very much,” Elena replied, spacing her words out with care. “But today is important.”

“I know, I know, you’re meeting your internet people for the very first time. I want it to go well for you, too, baby. Besides a quick hello, and maybe a couple of middle school photo albums, I promise to stay out of your way.”

Elena waited until she had Penelope’s full attention. “It’s not just that.”

“Okay. Then what is it?”

“I didn’t realize it until I woke up this morning--it never occurred to me when we set up the meeting, I just wasn’t thinking about it. But, well…”

Elena lifted up her shirt just enough to show the small black date written across the left side of her stomach.

“Oh that’s right, it’s July 19th.” Penelope shook her head. “Sorry, I feel like I’ve been a day behind this whole month.”

She realized Elena was staring at her impatiently and sighed. “Elena, if the great love of your life is going to find you today, I highly doubt anything I--or you--say could ruin that. Try not to worry so much.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You and Papi fell in love right away. What if I meet my soulmate and they don’t even like me?”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Penelope countered gently. “That’s why they’re called soulmates. And anyway, you need to keep in mind that this is only one July 19th. Don’t pin all your hopes on today, all right? I don’t want to see you get hurt if this turns out to be an ordinary Saturday.”

Elena exhaled loudly. “Yeah, okay. I’ll try.”

But despite her easy agreement, she knew something good was going to happen. She could just feel it.

****

Elena really, really loved being right.

It was part of what made her so good at debating; winning an argument meant public validation for being smart and knowing things. She was allowed and even encouraged to celebrate just how right she was--so she learned how to win even more arguments.

When her friends arrived and she was finally meeting them all in person, she couldn’t stop her nerves from coming out in stammering geekspeak, but she was also thrilled, because despite her mom’s warning, she met her soulmate right on schedule.

Dani was gorgeous, and smart, and funny. They cared about the same causes, and liked some of the same music, and as soon as she reached for Elena’s hand to say hello, Elena knew that they were totally meant to be.

Or at least, they would be, as soon as Elena managed to say more than two words to her.

And if Dani was gay.

And if Dani liked her back.

The more time she had to think about it, the more she realized she was probably being ridiculous. Elena had no idea when Dani’s day even was, let alone if they might have a connection.

She smelled really good, though.

Lots of girls tried really hard to make the best first impression possible, each year when their day came around, but Elena had never cared much about soulmates growing up. Maybe she even tended to be a little bit mean to anybody she met on that day each year.

Well, to the boys. A part of her knew, though it would take her years to understand why, that she didn’t want some boy she would be stuck with forever.

But once she figured out that she liked girls, that liking girls was something she could do...something that was possible and okay and right...July 19th made her nervous.

Her parents had been so in love, she’d seen it every day. She felt it. And things between them had still imploded. Their marriage was a slow-motion car crash; she and Alex were left with whiplash and in Elena’s case, the understanding that love was not automatically enough.

She wanted to find her soulmate. She wanted to fall in love.

But she didn’t want to ruin it before she got the chance.

So when the first July 19th after she came out led her to a gorgeous activist with confidence to spare, Elena held her breath and hoped.

She didn’t do anything else, especially nothing as logical as mentioning her mark to Dani or asking her out.

What if she tripped over her words and said the worst possible thing and scared her soulmate away? With her luck, it could happen. Her mom insisted otherwise, but she didn’t understand--she had never been as awkward as Elena.

Plus she met her soulmate ages ago. And her soulmate was a boy.

It was just different.

****

“Do you ever wonder about your soulmate?” Penelope asked Schneider, standing just outside his door.

He took one look at her face, sighed, and stepped back. “Come in, Pen. This feels like a longer conversation than we should be having in the hall.”

As she sat on his couch, he shut the door behind her and tied his robe a little tighter. “Now, what’s on your mind? Soulmates?”

“Yeah. Elena has been asking a lot of questions lately, because of Syd…”

“Understandable,” he interjected, nodding.

“And it got me thinking, if at our age it even makes sense to think about soulmates anymore. If we haven’t met our person by now, what’s the likelihood that we’re going to?”

“I don’t know,” he said, joining her on the couch. “I guess this means Victor wasn’t yours?”

She looked down at her lap. “No.”

“I kind of wondered, after everything, but I didn’t want to ask. I’m sorry, Penelope. That sucks.”

“It’s okay,” she replied, shaking her head. “We didn’t know any better. Our days matched, and I wouldn’t change any of it--my kids are the best part of my life.”

“I know.” He reached out to hug her from the side. “Still. To answer your question, I don’t think about it, no. I haven’t in a long time.”

“Really?” Schneider had always been casual about relationships and sex, but he was also so sweet, so full of love for the people around him, that Penelope definitely would have guessed he was a believer in fate.

“Yeah.”

“If you did find your soulmate now...do you think there would be a chance for it to work?”

“If you found your soulmate now, I one hundred percent believe that it would work,” he told her seriously. “Absolutely. It’s crazy to think that just because you’re forty, you can’t find love.”

“You’re only a little older than me,” she reminded him. “If I can have a happy ending, so can you.”

“Eh.” Schneider waved her words away.

“Hey, you could. Why don’t you think so?”

“Have you met me?”

“Yes. Three times, as a matter of fact, since you kept reintroducing yourself before you got clean.” Penelope caught something in his expression as she spoke, and narrowed her eyes. “Is that what this is about?”

“You of all people should get it,” he said. “You can’t tell me that Victor’s drinking wasn’t part of what broke your marriage. Who would want to live with that? And my relapses, my addictions, are so much more complicated than the drinking. It’s my whole life.”

There was such a hopeless, helpless quality to his words, it hurt Penelope to hear, but she didn’t try to argue with him. She just listened.

“I stopped thinking about my soulmate when I started drinking. Because who needed to pin their hopes on fate when drugs and alcohol were right there, instant happiness? And I haven’t wondered about her since, because I refuse to. There’s no requirement that you love your soulmate, you know? You can walk away.”

Penelope heard what he wasn’t saying, and grabbed his hand. It was an impulse; she was rarely the one who reached out first.

“Schneider, listen. You’re right, about Victor, I know what that life is like. Which means I know what I’m talking about. You hear me?”

He nodded.

“You are more than your addictions. You prove that, every day you stay sober. Victor and I didn’t work out for a lot of reasons; in the end, we just weren’t meant. But for those years, I’m glad we had each other. Even during the worst of it, because it helped shape who I am, and I’m pretty awesome.”

He smiled. “You are.”

“So are you. Whether you meet your soulmate tomorrow, or you never find her, you have as much potential for happiness as I do. And if it doesn’t work, it could be because of your horrible taste in music or the fact that you cook nettles...it could be because she collects those creepy old dolls white women like, and they stare at you while you sleep, and when you want to move them out of the bedroom she cries and says they’re her children and talks to them by name. It could happen for all kinds of reasons!” Penelope insisted.

“But if it ends because you’re in recovery, and she can’t handle that, then she was never your soulmate to begin with. Because you’re easy to love, Schneider. You’re so easy to love, and you’ve worked really hard to stay sober, and anyone who cares about you can see that and is proud of you for it.”

He stared at her for a full minute, swallowing hard before he spoke. ”Hey, wasn’t this supposed to be your pep talk?”

“We can do me later,” she said, flashing him a smile. “Right now, I got you.”

“Yeah.” Schneider smiled back, squeezing her hand. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Pen.”

****

It was pretty bizarre that her little brother and her Abuelita, of all people, had helped Elena start dating...but she couldn't deny that without them, she probably never would have found herself getting ice cream with Syd.

Now that it was just them, she could feel her nerves coming back, times a hundred. Considering how they met, she lunged for the easiest conversation starter that came to mind.

"So, have you always been into gaming?" Elena asked, dipping her spoon into a cup of vanilla with crumbled cookie pieces on top.

Syd nodded. "Pretty much. I had to save up for my own equipment, because my parents aren't big into non-educational entertainment. They were fine with it once it was clear I wasn't going to let it interfere with my homework, though."

"What was your first console?"

Swallowing a mouthful of rocky road, Syd paused. "It's going to make me sound like such a nerd."

"Hey, you're talking to the queen of the nerds right here," Elena replied. "I recycle for fun."

"Well, I was impatient and saving up money was taking a long time, so I got my first console from one of my cousins when I was seven--and it was already a hand-me-down for him when he got it."

Elena smiled. "Now I'm intrigued."

"My first console was an Atari."

"No way. Like, the real thing? Retro Atari?"

"With Frogger and Pong and all of that, yeah." Syd grinned. "I wanted an Xbox, but allowance and extra chores could only go so far."

"I can't believe you bought your own gaming system at seven," Elena mused. "You're right, you really are a nerd."

"Hey, it takes one to...get ice cream with one."

"True." Elena smiled back, and they ate their dessert in slightly-more-comfortable silence after that.

It was at the end of the evening, when Syd held the door open on their way out of the shop, that the possibilities between them became so much scarier. Elena caught the date written on the inside of their wrist and stopped walking. She was frozen where she stood.

"Elena? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she told Syd faintly. The paralyzing terror was unexpected.

Hadn't she hoped this would happen? Wasn't it what she wanted?

"I'm fine," she added, as though saying the words would make it true. "Just a...a little dizzy."

At least that part wasn't a lie. It felt like the whole world had sped up around them, a whirlwind of possibilities, all tied to the meaning of July 19.

She knew the right thing to do would be to tell Syd the truth. They had the right to know what Elena had just figured out. But it was so soon--it was too soon. If Syd was going to let her down gently after their single date, it would hurt much worse now.

People's days were private, Elena thought, not sure if she really believed that or was trying to convince herself. She didn't have to reveal hers, just because Syd happened to have the same one, in an unavoidably visible area.

Love was a leap, that was what her mom had told her once. A decision, not just the unavoidable whims of fate.

As Syd waited with concern, Elena offered them a reassuring smile, and kept her mouth shut. She didn't know if this was fate or not, but she was sure of one thing: she wasn't ready to leap.

****

Getting confirmation from the universe that Syd could be her soulmate left Elena even more determined not to scare them off. It also seemed to directly increase the amount of stupid things she said when she was trying to flirt, and she couldn't make it stop.

It didn't help that she had a little brother who made it look easy. She wished she had half of Alex's cool, instead of being the sibling who couldn't string together a coherent sentence around her crush.

Kissing Syd was an act of desperation, some sports metaphor for her final chance, the moment when Elena decided it was better to risk everything than let Syd think the worst.

And then, kissing them was a revelation.

They liked her back. Even though she couldn't stop babbling, even though she spent most of their time together acting crazy, Syd liked Elena as much as she liked them. Enough to make out on a balcony in the middle of a manhunt.

Sent back inside by circling helicopters, they went to Elena's room, holding hands next to each other on her bed.

"I have to show you something," Elena said, before she could lose her nerve. With her free hand, she lifted up the long-sleeved shirt and vest that she was wearing, baring her stomach.

Syd's confusion turned to surprise, and then joy. They held up their wrist, asking the question with raised eyebrows rather than words.

Elena nodded. "I noticed it after ice cream."

"Why didn't you say something? I thought maybe you were lactose intolerant and just didn't want to mention it. Or that you had a terrible time."

"No, I had a great time. I just got scared, when I saw it."

"Of me?"

"Not you." Elena squeezed the hand she was still gripping between them. "Of the future, I guess? I thought I was ready to find the person I was meant to be with, and our first date was going really well, and then I saw your mark and I realized I am so not ready. Not for my whole life to be decided right now."

"Nobody said it has to be," they pointed out.

"Yes, and I realized that a few minutes ago, when happiness finally drowned out the panic in my head. I like you. And hey, maybe we're meant to be. That's pretty cool."

"That's very cool," Syd agreed.

"So for now, I'm going to focus on that. Getting to know each other better and having fun."

"Saving destiny for later."

"Exactly."

"Sounds perfect." Syd looked down at their joined hands. "Should we go join your family?"

"It's been weird out there. I kinda got the feeling we'd be better off staying in here."

"Okay."

They sat in silence for a few moments before Syd let go of Elena's hand. She turned toward them to make sure everything was okay, but never got the chance to ask.

Syd leaned in slowly to kiss her, giving her time to protest, melting her nerves away with every brush of their lips and the feeling of their fingertips against her face.

When they finally emerged from her room, Elena was certain even Dr. Berkowitz could see the flashing sign above their heads that said 'just got done making out until we were flushed and breathless.' Nobody said anything, though.

It was a miracle that she didn't revert to her former, babbling self after that, but once the soulmate connection was out the open, Elena didn't feel nervous around Syd anymore. She didn't feel scared, either. She just felt happy.

Until Homecoming.

****

Before Syd showed up in that jacket and tie and made a liar out of Elena and her disdain for high school rites of passage, she wasn't sure how anybody knew when they were in love.

She loved her family and her closest friends, and she had thought about it a lot, but it was a mystery to her. How did 'like' evolve into 'love' and when did you notice the difference? It had to be really obvious, right? Like getting hit by lightning, one of those metaphors for love that sounded violent and terrifying but, Elena thought, must be worth the damage. Otherwise, why would everyone be so obsessed with romance and happily-ever-afters?

Maybe people liked to exaggerate. Or maybe she was just weird, because it was nothing like a lightning bolt. It wasn't even like her heart skipped a beat.

Elena watched Syd totally embarrass themself in front of her family--except they weren't embarrassed at all, not like Elena would be with everyone looking at her while she sang and danced. Syd was so secure in who they were...they liked her that much...they were one of the most amazing people Elena had ever met. They were smart, and funny, and sweet, and so talented, and oh my god she was in love with them.

She expected her stomach to lurch, her heart to race, and it did as the significance of her feelings sunk in. But the actual fall into love was so easy, it didn't hurt it all. It was more like static electricity in the dark, over an empty patch of carpet. A brilliant spark she never expected that could light her up.

And wow, did it ever. She went to a dance. She danced without caring what anybody else thought. She was happy, and in love, and once she told Syd the truth about her lack of popularity, she felt even more sure that they belonged together.

Their days matched, after all. According to the lore that was the first step to forever.

If she were a different kind of person, an easier person, less prone to picking everything apart and looking for danger, that would have been enough. But she was Elena Alvarez, and she had two divorced parents who could barely hold a conversation about the weather without arguing.

Parents with matching days, who loved each other right up until they didn't.

After the dance she couldn't help thinking about it, worrying over it. She and Syd were so happy that she could lock the fear away most of the time, but it would come back whenever she got too comfortable. Anytime Elena thought they really must be soulmates, an obnoxious part of her brain asked why it mattered. If soulmates couldn't guarantee a relationship was forever, what was the point?

By the end of the school year she she could tell her distant moods were worrying Syd, but she couldn't stop feeling torn between happiness and fear. If they knew she had doubts, it would worry them even more, so Elena avoided the questions and the confused looks.

It finally occurred to her on a random Tuesday night at home that she might be missing a piece of the puzzle. If she was, Elena realized, laying her domino down next to the last one Alex had played, she could never expect to figure this out.

Elena didn't want to hurt her mom by opening old wounds, but she had to know. Was the moral of her parents' story that soulmate bonds couldn't guarantee happiness?

Or had her mom just mistaken her Papi for fate?

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bangtan-yeonghon · 7 years

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24 HOURS | Jungkook

Genre: Fluff | Angst

Characters: Reader, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung

Plot: It was your birthday, the one day you waited for a long time after your relationship with Jungkook became official. You had everything planned, but it seemed like it was not going to go your way.

Word count: 3,850

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble for ‘The Last Dance’ and a gift for my dear @taeminsgirl159, but it turned out really long so I guess it’s more of a bonus chapter. huhuhuhu~ And also I decided to give it a name, one of its own, I felt it deserved it. ^^ I am dead tired rn so I’ll most probably go to sleep right after posting it. Hope you like it!~

1:35 AM

You kept staring at the clock on your phone as if waiting for a sign from him. It was exhausting, but you could not fall asleep either. You would put your phone down and bury your face in the pillow, then pick it up again only to see that not even 5 minutes passed.

Everything felt like a dream after the dance show in which you and Jungkook made everyone's mouth drop, people were showering you with compliments, more offers came your way, and definitely more recognition. Messages and calls coming from every direction, rumors, headlines, news, pictures, they were almost overwhelming for you, a person not used to the spotlight. There were times when your relationship was on the brink of being discovered, and that put you both under great pressure. But a month or two after the heat died out and things went back to normal.

It had already been half a year since you started dating, a time filled with good and bad things, just like in any other relationship. The only thing making it harder for you was time, or better said lack of it...Meeting was hard, and most of the time it was in the studio, practicing for some event. At times he would crash at your place, making your problems shrink to almost nothing as the everything around you faded to black. In those precious moments it was just you and him. Missing him was something you were used to, but now a special day was just around the corner -your birthday- and you wanted to spend every second of it with the person you loved most. You could not stand it anymore, you had to talk to him, to hear his voice at least, so you called him. The phone kept ringing and ringing with no answer, but just as you were about to give up, he picked up.

"Hello, love!"

"Oh! Hey, stranger!"

" Stranger?" Jungkook laughed.

"I haven't seen you in a week..."

"Well you know how things get when there's a concert ahead."

"I know, but still...I miss you..."

"I miss you too, Y/N," his voice softened and you both went silent for a second. "Why did you call so late at night? Did something happen??"

"No, no, I just wanted to listen to your voice. And..."

"And?"

"I was wondering...do you think you can convince your manager to let you spend tomorrow with me? At least for a couple of hours..."

"I am so stupid! Y/N, I am sorry, I was so caught up in everything that I forgot to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"We have to go a day earlier..."

"What do you mean you have to go a day earlier?" you felt everything shatter in your chest.

"I am sorry, Y/N, that's what the management decided, there's really nothing I can do..."

"But why?" you were trying so hard to fight back the tears, it was hard to speak.

"I don't know exactly, they didn't give any details. They just told us to be ready in the morning."

"Why does it have to be tomorrow..."

"Why? Is tomorrow a special day or something?"

"You...never mind. Were you rehearsing right now?"

"Yeah. Actually I have to go."

"Jungkook..."

"I'm sorry, love. Talk to you later?"

"Ok," you said disheartenedly.

"Sleep well, Y/N. I love you!"

"Love you too! Don't overdo it, ok? Drink lots of tea and take care of your vocal chords, please."

"Got it! I'll call you tomorrow after we land, ok?"

"Ok."

"Bye!!!"

"Bye..."

You wanted to be angry, you wanted to blame him, you wanted to scream at him, but his voice was so tender, so sweet it melted your screams, turning them into silent tears. Tiny wet spots were forming around you on the bed sheet as you stood there speechless. It was going to be a fantastic day; and to think it was supposed to be the best since you two became a couple...You had had everything planned out for the past month, but apparently did not take into consideration the possibility of the company changing their schedule. And you could not figure out why. That did not happen before. But you were too tired to let yourself slip into overthinking.

Sometime at dawn, right when the sun starts pushing away the darkness, making the sky a beautiful canvas of shiny stars and soft light around the blue horizon, a message popped up on your phone. And next to it, wrapped in sheets, with messy hair and clothes, was you. The tiredness that accumulated throughout the past week plus the sadness from the night before put you into a deep sleep, resulting in you only reading the message three hours later, being thankful it was not a call that would disrupt your sweet dreams.

"Morning, love! We arrived safely. It's a bit chilly outside, make sure to take a hoodie if you go out today. I didn't want to wake you up so I didn't call. I'll be back soon, baby, and then we'll see each other for sure. I'll call you tonight if I have some free time. Take care of you, and I love you! ❤"

A bittersweet smile made your lips curve. You put the phone down and stared at the ceiling.

"Happy birthday to me..."

You let it go with a soft sigh and went in to take a shower. The hot water seemed to wash all your problems and relax every muscle in your body. You put on your usual 'practice attire'. You had nothing to do all day without Jungkook, so you thought it would be better to just work on some choreographies to keep your mind occupied. You opened the door and almost tripped on the cute and vividly colored flower basket left at the entrance.

"Oh shit!" you exclaimed as you calculated where to put your foot so that you won't ruin the gift nor fall and smash your face on the floor. "Phew, that was close. Who put this here?! Jeez, I almost died." you laughed. You crouched down next to it with a smile on your face and admired the delicate flowers. "So beautiful," you mumbled. Then your eyes landed on a piece of paper that was carefully placed in the middle of the bouquet.

Hope you have a wonderful day.

Sincerely,

Your secret admirer.

"Secret admirer? What secret admirer?" you laughed thinking they were from Jungkook. "This boy..."

Then you jumped up, startled by the loud sound of your ringtone.

"Oh, Jesus! Hoseok?" you looked at the screen, a bit confused, a bit worried. "Hey, Hoseok, what's up?"

"Happy birthday, kiddo!!"

"Oh, my God, Hoseok! My ear!" you chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry! You know I always get excited when your birthday comes."

"Thank you, my dear friend!"

"So, how are you going to celebrate?"

"Uhhh...Dancing?"

"Dancing? As in practice?"

"Yeah..."

"No, you're not! Jeez, Y/N, take a break!"

"Well there's nothing else to do. I'm bored. I had something in mind, but then you left one day earlier and..."

"Oh, I am sorry about that..."

"It's ok, there's nothing you could have done. Is Jungkook there with you?"

"No, he's on the stage for the sound check. Why?"

"Nothing, never mind. Did you, perhaps, sent me flowers?"

"Flowers? No?"

"Did Jungkook mention anything, then?"

"No, why?"

"I received this basket full of flowers and apparently they are 'from an admirer'"

"An admirer? Lol, that's not me, kiddo, my gift will arrive a bit later. I got you something nice, hope you'll like it."

"Aww~ I am sure I will. Tell Jungkook to call me when he's done, ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Ok, take care and good luck on the concert!!!"

"Thank you!!! Happy birthday!!!"

"Oh, my! How many times are you going to say that?" you laughed again.

"As many as it takes."

"Well, at least someone remembers it..."

"No way...did he- did Jungkook forget your birthday?!?"

"It seems like it...I guess he was so focused on the concert, that it slipped."

"This kid..." he seemed angered.

"It's ok, don't worry. It can happen to anyone, I'm not sad nor angry."

"But still...Oh, anyway, I have to go now. Have a great day, kiddo, and don't overwork yourself, okay?"

"Got it! Do well on the concert! See you soon!"

"See yah!"

-Call ended-

"So he did forget...but the flowers? Secret admirer...Eh, whatever," you said as you picked the basket with a smile on your face. You indulged in their sweet smell as you took them inside and placed them on the coffee table in your small living room.

You kept thinking about Jungkook on the way to the studio, he never forgot your birthday. It was really weird. You blamed it on the schedule, but it was not the first time he had shows, and he would always find the time to at least send you a text. Now there was nothing, and it was somewhat fishy. He acted just the way he always did, so he was not mad at you. That is precisely why you decided to go practice your moves instead of staying home in front of the TV.

"Hello!" a cute kid on the street said, handing you a piece of paper.

"Oh, hey there!" you smiled as you took it and he left.

You looked at it. The words 'You are beautiful! Have a great day, and may your smile never fade away' were written on it. Your lips curved up into a bright smile. You looked back at the small kid.

"This is so sweet," you said.

You read it again and then put it in your pocket, where it was safe. Now you were walking down the streets with a more cheerful expression. You were confused at first, seeing this random child come to you and hand you a piece of paper out of nowhere, but the kindness of the gesture made it vanish.

You made it to the studio after you got yourself a large cup of coffee, enough to bring you back to life. The hallways were so silent compared to the days before, when people were running everywhere to get the outfits, to hand in paperwork, arrange things for the schedule of the boys, everything that needs to be done before a tour. It was exhausting for the staff, just as it was for the boys. You were glad you got green light to stay home this time to work on your projects. You like it when it was like this, it gave you complete freedom and peace.

You made your way to the dance studio and just as you turned the lights on, your heart almost stopped. The bright light coming from a video projector that was right in front, blinding you, and the loud sound coming from the speakers gave you a great scare. You turned the lights off again, took a few steps inside and looked at the wall where images were dancing on their own. The familiarity of the faces that appeared one after the other made your smile grow gradually.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!!! You're getting old, kiddo!!" Hoseok screamed with the same energy he always seemed to have around you. "I'll have to make sure you keep those knees moving. We need to work on that dance routine you showed me when I get back. I already miss you. See you soon!!!"

"I miss you too, sunshine!" you said, and took a seat on the chair that was strategically placed right next to the projector.

"Happy birthday, Y/N, my dearest dance teacher! I hope you will stay with us for a long, long time, and laugh with us while we practice new moves. It's always a pleasure to work on choreographies with you. Have a wonderful day, Y/N!" Jimin said cutely and threw you some hearts.

"Happy birthday, Y/N! You are a blessing for a dancer like me. Hah! Thank you for always having the patience to teach me the moves. I hope we'll be together till the end. I think a person with your passion, dedication, and positive energy is hard to find in this world. You are wonderful! Have a great day, Y/N! Love you!" Namjoon followed, with a smile that could melt the hearts of every woman in the building.

"Y/N!!! It's your birthday!! Hope you have a beautiful, beautiful day, just like you! Happy birthday!!! Get ready for my surprise when I come back! I won't cut you any slack just because I am not there right now. You won't be able to escape." Taehyung said, beaming like a child.

"Happy birthday, Y/N! Stay as awesome as you are! And never forget to take a rest every now and then, it's not good to work non-stop. I am always grateful for what you do for us. Hope you have a really nice day! See you soon!" Yoongi sweetly said.

"Look who's talking! You should take a break, always hiding in that studio of yours," you replied.

"Yaaah~ it's already your birthday. It seems like only days ago you were running around the room, trying to pay Taehyung back for painting your face with cream from your birthday cake. This time we can't be by your side, but we made this to make up for it. Well, actually, it was not my idea, but having me here is enough to make your day better,right? Hahahaha. Here's a present for you," he blew a kiss towards the camera. "Happy birthday!!"

"Oh, my God. Here he goes again," you laughed.

You were getting so excited, breathing stopping for a second, anticipating who was going to appear next. But the screen suddenly went black, washing away all the happiness on your face. You looked at the projector, thinking it broke or something, but it seemed to be working just fine. You fell into the pit of sadness, this time not able to stop it. He really forgot... you thought. But just then the wall lit up again.

"You thought it was over?" a soft voice said.

Your head snapped up. Jungkook was staring back at you, with eyes as gentle as the way words left his lips.

"I hope you are not crying right now, baby. That's the last thing I'd want."

"This isn't helping! Oh, my God, I can't believe you, Jeon Jungkook!"

"This time of the year came again, huh? My dearest friend and beautiful girlfriend is turning one year older. Saying this in front of a camera is really weird, but I wanted to make something special for you. You deserve the whole world, my love. I am so sorry I can't be by your side right now, but I promise I'll make up for it. I knew you would come here, and I am thankful you did, to be honest, but don't overwork yourself, okay? You know that for me you are the most important, right? I will be home soon and I promise I will give you all my time. Thank you for being by my side, Y/N. Happy birthday, baby! I love you!"

"I love you too!" you said between sobs.

You could not help but cry at his sincere and warm words. He did it, he fooled you. You laughed at yourself for the sole fact that you even thought he would actually forget your birthday, him of all people. You stood there for a few minutes, trying to calm down, and then put some music on and danced till day turned into night. On the way back home it seemed the stars were shining even more than they usually did, like even nature was celebrating. You were a bit worried that Jungkook did not call you back, even though you sent him a message before you left the studio. But you thought that maybe he was tired. You took out the keys and unlocked the door.

Your mouth dropped. Dozens of rose petals were carefully scattered across the floor, making it your personal red carpet. On both margins there were candles, lighting up the path towards your bedroom. There was a sweet scent filling the air, and soft music playing in the background. You took small, shy steps, as your heart raced. The door to your bedroom was slightly open. A soft scream came out of your lungs when you entered.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday, my dear Y/N~ Happy birthday to you!~"

Just a few steps in front of you Jungkook was standing with a cake in his hands, smiling brightly at you as he sang. Tears fell down like drops of rain. He was closing the distance between you, but you could not even look at him. A strong waves of feelings was making you shake.

"Happy birthday, love!" he said when he was right next to you.

"When did you come?!?"

"I never left," he chuckled.

"What?! Oh, my God! I can't believe this!"

You were a mess, smiling and crying at the same time. He lifted the cake in front of your face.

"Y/N, the candles. Make a wish."

You nodded, closed your eyes, and, after making the wish, blew out all the candles in one try. He was so happy that his surprise event went well from beginning to end. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his chest. He kissed your forehead multiple times before you let him go place the cake on the kitchen table. You followed him, still wondering if all of this was a dream. Forget what you planned to do on your birthday, this was ten times better.

"When did you have time to do all of this??" you said in awe, playing with the petals under your feet.

"I had the whole day and house to myself," he smirked.

"So this was all your plan from the beginning?"

"Yeah. I knew you would be going to the studio if I was not here with you, and I took the chance."

"I can't believe you did all this."

"If it's for you, I can do anything."

"That's so cheesy!"

"But you like it."

"I like it. And the boys? They didn't leave either?"

"No, they did leave. I convinced the management to give me a free day, a whole day to spend with you."

He came in front of you and put his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"This...is so beautiful. It's perfect!"

"I am glad you like it." He pressed his forehead on yours.

"I love you!"

"I love you too, baby!"

You pushed your body up and locked lips with him in a sweet, slow, soft kiss. You were also the first one to break it, saying you needed to take a quick shower. While you were in the shower he turned on the TV and searched for something nice to watch. Twenty minutes later you were both cuddling on the sofa in the living room, eating the delicious cake he bought for you. The room was dimly lit by the candles he brought from the hallway, giving the moment the perfect, intimate touch. After you were done eating you placed your head on his shoulder, eyes falling on the basket full of flowers.

"Oh, right! Was this also your doing?" you looked up at him as you pointed at it.

"Yeah," he smiled. "Do you like them?"

You looked at him for a couple of seconds then placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, taking him by surprise.

"I love them!"

"Did you also get the note?"

"The note? Aah! That was also you?!?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, my God! I just thought the kid was just giving people those notes, and I happened to get one."

"No, that was all for you. I knew you would be down, and I wanted to keep this beautiful smile on your face for the whole day. But the only way I could do this, was to get you out of the house, and for that I had to put you through some pain. I'm sorry about that, Y/N."

" No, no! It's alright, really. It was all worth it."

You snuggled closer to him and hugged him tightly. He roamed his fingers through your hair, sending shivers down your spine. He was so warm, and being in his embrace made you feel so safe, so at peace, it was almost addicting. His love was the drug that kept you going.

"So when do you have to leave?"

"In the morning...24 hours is all I got."

"Time flies so fast...How many hours do I have left?"

"Hmm, it's 1AM now so that makes it...7 hours?"

"We should make the best out of it...but I am so tired..." your eyes were closing.

"You should sleep. Just being by your side is enough for me. And I am quite drained too. These past few days have been so exhausting. Let me lay on this side (of the sofa) so you have enough space."

"We can go to the bedroom..."

"Do you have enough energy left?"

"Nah..." you giggled, eyes closed.

"See? Me neither. So let's just sleep here."

"Did you set up your alarm?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, then."

You moved around so that he was laying on the edge of the sofa, occupying more than half of it, and you on top of him, head resting on his chest and feet tangled with his. He did not mind the weight of your body, pressing down on his. You were still fighting sleep to try and watch the movie till the end, but his tender way of playing with your hair made it impossible.

"I love you..." was the last thing you mumbled before you entered Dreamland.

The next morning you both woke up feeling recharged, cheerful, and ready to face whatever challenge was to come in your way. You brushed your teeth together, making fun of each other, then you helped him style his messy morning hair. You did not notice until that morning that he actually brought his suitcase there, already aware that he had to rush to the airport. You stood in front of the door for a few more minutes holding hands and whispering sweet words as you were lost in each other's eyes. Then his phone started ringing, sign that his manager was outside.

"I have to go..."

"I don't want you to..."

"I don't want to either. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. Stay safe, take care of your vocal chords. Drink the tea I made for you, I heard it is good for singers. And come home fast."

"Noted! Love you!" he gave you a quick kiss.

"Love you too!"

You opened the door and stood there till he got into the car. You waved him goodbye one more time as the car got lost in the distance. You might have not done everything that was on that list you made, but it definitely was the best birthday of your life.

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Arsé-kun: *Arséne is taking a nap, while Sheepy does his own thing. Nothing is wrong- Until a sharp pain in his chest startles Arséne awake. He blinks, confused, and contacts Sheepy to ask if he is all right. Sheepy's answer is panicked and jumbled, hard to understand, and rather quiet. Before Arséne can understand, Sheepy stops responding. Arséne immediately leaps out of bed to try to find Sheepy, and proceeds to nearly collapse in a sudden fit of dizziness. He coughs. He coughs again, covering his mouth. He looks at his hand. Blood. He immediately runs out to find Sheepy and anyone, Anyone, that can help.*

Sheepy: *it doesn't take him long to find sheepy collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. he's bleeding from his chest* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *oh no oH NO* Aries!! *he drops next to Sheepy, and immediately goes to use his cravat to cover the wound. It probably won't do much..* Sheepy: Sheepy: *his eyes are tightly closed and he's clenching his teeth. seems like he's in a lot of pain. upon arsene touching the wound he cries out. he gies back to gasping for air again.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'm sorry..! I.. *he coughs again. he covers his mouth. more blood.* D-do you want me to find help? Sheepy: Sheepy: *he doesn't respond. instead he grabs arsene's hand that's on his chest and grips it tightly, as if it's the rope stopping him from falling into the abyss that is death.* Arsé-kun: *Arséne's expression changes to one of fear, beginning to realize what is happening. He holds Sheepy's hand tightly, struggling to keep his composure. "You're not dying, are you..?" Arséne quietly asked, "You can't be... Not now..!" Sheepy did not reply. The most he was able to do was crack an eyelid open and give Arséne an apologetic look, before his body gave up and went still. Fighting back tears, Arséne tried to bring his link, no, his son back to consciousness, but it was no use. The light in Sheepy's eyes had been extinguished. Arséne, needless to say, broke down. "Aries! This wasn't meant to happen-" he cried, before beginning to cough again, harder than before. He shook his head, and carefully gathered his son into his arms. He wasn't going to let it end this way. He would die trying to find help.* Arsé-kun: *Arséne stumbled down the hall, most of his focus on not dropping his son, and trying to call for help amid the coughing* Sheepy: Fran: *he peeks out from the doorway of his room* Lupin, what's going on- Sheepy: Fran: *he registers that arsene is not looking too good and sheepy might be dead* P-please come in! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Victor! *he tries to run over, but it comes out more as an unsteady gait. He also slams into the doorframe trying to make it in, and seeming confused about it. How long was that there? He does, though, manage to get in* Sheepy: Fran: Let me see him, please! Arsé-kun: *Arséne puts Sheepy down as carefully as he can, before going into a coughing fit. He wobbles and stumbles trying to keep upright..* Sheepy: Fran: You should sit! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he shakes his head, almost disorienting himself in the process* I'm- I'm not moving from this spot *he coughs again* Until I drop..! Sheepy: *fran gets to work. he's blocking arsene's view, unfortunately* Sheepy: Fran: You need to sit down. *his tone is stern.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: B-but... *he tries to lean around Fran, and nearly loses the little balance he has. He then nods and carefully makes his way to a seat* Sheepy: Fran: Thank you. Sheepy: *Fran does his best.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he coughs and blinks a few times. He wasn't entirely sure if it was just him, or if the room's lights were failing..* Sheepy: Fran: Who shot him? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I.... I don't.. *he, once again, begins to cough. This particular fit lasts a bit longer.* Sheepy: Fran: Oh... Sheepy: Fran: Um... Sheepy: Fran: I'm not sure if you've noticed this but... Sheepy: Fran: He's passed. I guess maybe you've got something planned, and that's why you brought him here...? ... anyway, I'm in the process of removing the bullet... Sheepy: Fran: ...You... um... do have a plan, right? Arsé-kun: Arséne: *He... Doesn't respond. At all, excluding the coughing and recently added wheezing.* Sheepy: Fran: If not... I probably should see if I can save you, instead.. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he shakes his head. As he begins to cough trying to speak, he picks up the chain and points to Sheepy, before himself.* Sheepy: Izzy: Who's been messing up my schedule- Arsé-kun: Thanatos: ... This is not meant to occur yet. Sheepy: Izzy: Not you two again! If you want to go around breaking laws and ruining things, do it on your own time! Sheepy: Izzy: Not mine! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he barely even gets to look at them before lapsing into, you guessed it, another coughing fit* Sheepy: Izzy: Sheesh... Sheepy: Izzy: MAYBE I'll help you... Sheepy: Izzy: But I've got a schedule to keep! As much as you like attention, you shouldn't go so far as dying to get it! Arsé-kun: Thanatos: *he is silent for a minute or so, before finally stepping in. His coffins are left behind* According to the Fates, this was not meant to occur, and should not be. *he looks down to the other death god* Take this seriously, Izanami. Sheepy: Izzy: Izanagi! People are dying when they aren't supposed to! Arsé-kun: *Izanagi responds from afar, but he is hard to hear over Arséne trying to breathe properly and failing* Sheepy: Izzy: I can't hear you over Arséne dying! Sheepy: Fran: *uncomfortable* Arsé-kun: Thanatos: *he turns his head to look at Fran* ... Do what you can to keep this man alive. We will do what is in our power to correct this. Sheepy: Fran: I'll try.. Arsé-kun: *Arséne is no longer coughing, but instead is gasping for air. The room is slowly beginning to fade from his vision, and voices sound farther away than they really are... The last thing he hears is Fran yelling his name, before black.* Arsé-kun: *..... There is an occasional beeping sound. There is hushed speaking somewhere. A dull hum underlines this all. Arséne slowly opens his eyes. The beeping speeds up.* Sheepy: *hes in a hospital bed!* Arsé-kun: *Arséne slowly takes in his surroundings. He sees the machines, the mask on his face... He hears softer beeping to the side. He turns his head* Sheepy: *Sheepy is in the bed next to him. he's still sleeping.* Sheepy: *he's relying on one if the breathing machines as well but at least he's alive* Arsé-kun: *Arséne can't help but smile just a little. They, somehow, survived. He tries to reach out and grasp Sheepy's hand, but he is just out of reach. Arséne settles for holding the chain, instead.* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he takes a while to wake up. for the first minute or two of being awake, all he notices is how tired he is. he then finally acknowledges the beeping. beeping can only mean one thing... he frantically looks around,his heart hammering in his chest. his heartrate moniitor, quickening the pace of beeping, only serves to scare him more.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Aries.. *his voice is very quiet, and his throat is very dry. It is hard to speak, but he tries anyway* It's okay.. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he looks over. he's confused.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: You made it...! *he smiles, just a little* Sheepy: Sheepy: Made it...? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You survived, Aries..! Sheepy: Sheepy: It doesn't feel like it... Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... I do not feel so well, either... Last I recall, you'd.... .... *he tightens his grip on the chain* Sheepy: Sheepy: My memory of what happened is foggy... Sheepy: Sheepy: The person who shot me was... ... Sheepy: Sheepy: I don't remember. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I do not know, either. I went to get help for you, but I do not recall much of it.. Sheepy: Sheepy: I knew them. Sheepy: Sheepy: I felt betrayed... who was it? Sheepy: Sheepy: Just like that nightmare... Arsé-kun: Arséne: I don't know... I'm so sorry. Sheepy: Sheepy: It's fine. I wouldn't expect you to. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... I never want that to happen again.. Sheepy: Sheepy: Nor do I. It was probably worse for you, though Arsé-kun: Arséne: N-non.. I lived, I believe.. But... Sheepy: Sheepy: That's why. Sheepy: Sheepy: I saw Watson. He looked like the stereotypical interpretation of him. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Eh? Sheepy: Sheepy: He had a bowler hat and a mustache. Arsé-kun: Arséne: No, no, non. You "saw" him..? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I don't understand. Sheepy: Sheepy: I saw him, clear as day. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Uh... Okay. *he still seems very confused* Sheepy: Sheepy: You didn't? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Non? Sheepy: Sheepy: I talked to him. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh? About..? Sheepy: Sheepy: He was explaining what was going ob. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .. Ah. Sheepy: Sheepy: It was weird. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I would presume so. Sheepy: Sheepy: I wouldn't recommend it. Arsé-kun: *Someone looks into the window on the door! They then move away and call for Fran* Sheepy: Fran: *he arrives* Oh, you're both awake! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oui. Salut. Sheepy: Fran: How are you feeling? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Tired, a bit confused, and rather antsy. Fine otherwise. Sheepy: Sheepy: I don't like it here. Sheepy: Sheepy: I want to go home. Arsé-kun: Raphael: *he leans in the doorway. he nearly drops his clipboard on the way in. dopey.* Actually, you can! We were just waiting for you guys to fully recover! Sheepy: Sheepy: I don't like doctors or hospitals. Arsé-kun: Raphael: .. That's fair enough! *he pops out. he returns minutes later* Fran, where did we put their clothes? Sheepy: Fran: Um... Sheepy: Fran: ... Sheepy: Fran: I'll go and look for them... Sheepy: Fran: *he rushes out to hunt for the clothes* Sheepy: Fran: Um, they weren't where they were supposed to be. Arsé-kun: Raphael: That's no good! Do the little fellas have them? Sheepy: Fran: It's possible. Sheepy: Fran: Um, by the way. Your friend was here earlier. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Huh? Whose? Sheepy: Fran: Yours. What was his name.... Arsé-kun: Arséne: How loud was he? Sheepy: Fran: Very loud. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Sherlock. Sheepy: Fran: Oh, that was it. Sheepy: Fran: He, uh, made a ruckus upon finding out he couldn't visit you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he sighs* That sounds like him. Sheepy: Fran: He said something along the lines of... Sheepy: Fran: "I won't move from this spot until I can see him!" and sat down in one of the seats. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *under his breath* T’es con comme une chaise. *he shakes his head and looks back to Fran* Well, I guess he can see us now. Sheepy: Fran: *he goes to get Sherlock. he returns with a very sad and stressed looking Sherlock.* Sheepy: Sherlock: Are you okay?? I heard about what happened...! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he has the mask off by the time Fran and Sherlock are back. He smiles at Sherlock* Yes, oui, we're all right. Did you stay here the entire time..? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yes! Sheepy: Sherlock: I couldn't leave without knowing you were alright! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Keep that up, and you'll be here next. But, again, we're okay. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'll be here next? Why? ... I'm glad you're alright, though! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Did you remember to eat at all? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yes! I did! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh. That's a surprise. Sheepy: Sherlock: I was reminded to. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Good. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'll figure out who did it! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Good luck. Sheepy: Sherlock: Can I ask a few questions later? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Absolutely. Sheepy: Sherlock: Thank you! Arsé-kun: Arséne: You'd be better off asking Sheepy, though. I was not present for it. Sheepy: Sherlock: You weren't? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I wasn't. I'd only found him afterwards. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh... I see... Sheepy: Doctor: Oh! You've recovered! Arsé-kun: *and in comes a pile of clothes, with a tail sticking out of it. it says something, but it is muffled because clothes* Sheepy: Doctor: We have your clothes too! Sheepy: Doctor: You may not remember us, but we're the medical team from a while back! They let us learn here. Arsé-kun: Arséne: No, no, I remember you, Doctor. Sheepy: Doctor: Yes! That's me. Arsé-kun: *muffled noises from the clothes* Sheepy: Fran: *he moves the clothes and give them to arsene and sheepy* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he pokes his head out from under the blanket* Arsé-kun: *Something is still in that pile of clothes!* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he takes it out* Sheepy: Sheepy: What's this? Arsé-kun: Stable: *they gasp for air* I'M FREE Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh, it's alive. Arsé-kun: Stable: Thanks to you, yes! You saved me from suffocating! Sheepy: Sheepy: Why were you under there? Arsé-kun: Stable: I was bringing the clothes in, but I got tangled up in them! Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh. Well, thanks for the clothes. Arsé-kun: Stable: You'rrrrrrre welcome! Sheepy: Sheepy: Um. So. Who are you? Arsé-kun: Stable: I'm the Stable! Nice'ta meetcha, Curls! Sheepy: Sheepy: Um, my name is Sheepy. Arsé-kun: Stable: I'm not gonna remember that, Curls! Sheepy: Sheepy: ...Um. But. That's my name. Arsé-kun: Stable: Curly Sheep Sheepy: *Sheepy pouts.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he has somehow managed to put his clothes on. nobody has noticed until now. How* Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm not changing into my clothes until everyone leaves. Arsé-kun: Arséne: What will I see that I've never seen before? Sheepy: Sheepy: I didn't mean you. Sheepy: Sheepy: I meant everyone else. Arsé-kun: Raphael: Can we at least get the machines turned off first..? Sheepy: Sheepy: I guess, sure. Arsé-kun: *So everybody disconnects and turns off the fancy medical machinery, and disconnects the IVs. Sheepy gets a sheep bandaid for his arm.* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he doesn't comment on this.* Arsé-kun: *and then everyone pisses off to let Sheepy put his clothes on* Sheepy: *Sheepy puts his clothes on.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he slowly gets up, and stretches. a lot* Sheepy: Sheepy: How long do you think we've been here? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I wouldn't know. Sheepy: Sheepy: I guess we can ask. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Right. *he raises his voice a bit* You can come back now! Sheepy: Fran: *he comes back in* Arsé-kun: Arséne: How long have we been here for..? Sheepy: Fran: Six days. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... What? Sheepy: Fran: Six days. Sheepy: Fran: You've been out for six days. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Seriously? Sheepy: Fran: Yes. Sheepy: Sherlock: I waited here the entire time! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Did you even tell anyone you were here..? Sheepy: Fran: I did. Sheepy: Sherlock: I forgot! Sheepy: Sherlock: Whoops! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Sherlock... Sheepy: Sherlock: What's up? Arsé-kun: Arséne: People are going to be worried about you. Sheepy: Sherlock: They are? Sheepy: Sherlock: Why? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You disappeared for almost a week? Never mind. *he shakes his head* Sheepy: Sherlock:...Is that bad? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes? Sheepy: Sherlock:...Oops! Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh well! Sheepy: Sherlock: I was worried about you, so that was more important than anything else! Sheepy: Sheepy: *instead, he starts to stretch, but stops when he's greeted by a jolt of pain* Sheepy: Fran: Oh... Um, you should be careful. I doubt the area is fully healed up yet. Sheepy: Fran: I doubt you should go out and do.. uh, thieving things, either. Sheepy: Fran: Honestly, we should just make you stay here until you're fully recovered.. but... er... I'd feel bad forcing you to stay somewhere you really don't want to be. Sheepy: Fran: So when you go back home, you mostly should just rest. Probably. I'm not really sure what they did. Sheepy: Sheepy: Resting is boring. Sheepy: Fran: Please just be careful. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he finishes his stretches and looks to Fran* Oh, I'll make sure he rests. Sheepy: Fran: That's good. Sheepy: Sheepy: The way you say that scares me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: It should. Sheepy: Sheepy: You're a bully. You use fear as a weapon. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Actually, I just want to sleep more, and was forewarning you. Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh. That's fine, then. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Now, how shall we return..? Sheepy: Sherlock: ... I don't know! Sheepy: Sherlock: I ran here! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Of course you did. Sheepy: Sherlock: Is that bad? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Non. Sheepy: Sherlock: I could run back and get a car! ... Although I doubt anyone will let me drive it! Arsé-kun: Arséne: It's better than letting me drive. Sheepy: Sherlock: I guess so! Sheepy: Sheepy: We can ask Morgana. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh, that is a fantastic idea. Not sure why I did not think of that. Sheepy: Sheepy: Who should go back to get him? Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Morgana] Salut! Can we borrow you for a bit so we can get back? Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arséne] Where have you been!!! Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arséne] You can borrow Morgana, but, I haven't seen you anywhere! Arsé-kun: Arséne: [Text: to Morgana] I'm sorry! Did no one tell you? We'd been injured.. Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arsene] What?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Morgana] Nobody really told you?? Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arséne] No! Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arséne] Are you OK?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Morgana] Yes, we are now, thank you for asking. Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arsene] Oh, good..! Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Morgana] Now. Can you ask Morgana to come over here? Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arséne] Where are you? Arsé-kun: *arsene texts him where they are* Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arséne] Morgana is heading rhere now! Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Morgana] You aren't coming? Sheepy: Zorro: [Text: to Arséne] I'm coming too! Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Morgana] Oh. Good! Sheepy: *it takes them a while but hey arrive!* Sheepy: Zorro: *when he arrives he tacklehugs arsene at T E R M I N A L V E L O C I T Y* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he is tacklehugged* Woah, woah, Zorro! Hello to you, too! Sheepy: Morgana: *he hops up onto Sheepy's lap. I haven't met my weekly attention quota* Sheepy: Zorro: I've missed you so much!! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Th-thanks. *he hugs Zorro back* Sheepy: Morgana: I can drive all of you home! Sheepy: Fran: Um... how? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Catbus. Sheepy: Fran: Busses for cats? Arsé-kun: Arséne: No, non. Sheepy: Morgana: I can turn into a bus! Sheepy: Morgana: I was under the assumption you were with Crow, so I didn't look for you! I began to worry... Arsé-kun: Arséne: We need to keep better watch on each other to prevent this from happening again. Sheepy: Morgana: Who attacked you? Sheepy: Sheepy: One of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts - I'm sure of it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Sherlock. *he looks over to the detective* Once we are back, I would like you to do some investigating on the matter. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'll question everyone and leave no stone unturned! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he nods* I will join you later. Sheepy: Sherlock: Sounds good! Arsé-kun: *everyone gets outside, and Arséne looks at Morgana expectantly* Sheepy: *Morgana leaps into the air and transforms into a bus* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *to fran* Catbus. Sheepy: Fran: How...? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It's a belief-based power. There is a movie about a cat bus, so many people believe it is a thing, and thus, he can do so. Sheepy: Fran: I've never heard of a catbus. Arsé-kun: Raphael, from a few feet away: It's cute! Maybe I'll let you watch it later if I can find it! Sheepy: Sheepy: *he gets in* Arsé-kun: *as does everyone else* Sheepy: Morgana: *he heads home* Arsé-kun: *Arséne tries his best to not doze off on the way. He fails.* Sheepy: Sheepy: *why arsene. he wanted to stay awake and then yiu did that* Arsé-kun: *it's ok! he wakes up when the bus stops* Sheepy: Morgana: We're here! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he sounds drowsy* 're we..? Sheepy: Morgana: Yes! Arsé-kun: Arséne: mmn.. *he yawns and sits up, off of whoever he ended up dozing off on* Sheepy: Zorro: *he doesn't seem too bothered by the fact arsene was dozing on him* Arsé-kun: *they then go indoors. arsene keeps his word and goes to take a nap* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he considers following arsene but doesn't* Arsé-kun: *so whats he do?* Sheepy: *he opens a door* Arsé-kun: Minako: Sheepy! Sheepy's here, guys! Sheepy: Naoya: He is?- He is! Arsé-kun: *Sheepy is rushed by the summoners!* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he is very confused and surprised* Arsé-kun: Minako: We heard what happened! Are you okay? Sheepy: Sheepy: I think so... Arsé-kun: Minato: Well, good. We were worried about you. Sheepy: Sheepy: You were? Arsé-kun: Minato: Yeah. Why wouldn't we? Sheepy: Sheepy: I didn't think any of you actually cared avout me... Arsé-kun: Minako: Of course we do! Sheepy: Sheepy: You guys are weird. *he says this, but he looks overjoyed...* Arsé-kun: Minato: I'll take that as a compliment. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Weird is nothing new. Sheepy: Sheepy: No, you're weird 'cause you feel that way. That's new. Arsé-kun: Minako: No it isn't? Sheepy: Sheepy: It's new to me. Arsé-kun: *>You have become aware that your friends deeply care for you! Your Emperor, Sun, Universe, Death, and World links have all gotten stronger!* Sheepy: Sheepy: *wait what's that third one* Arsé-kun: *... Fool?* Sheepy: Sheepy: *no, universe* Arsé-kun: *MAYBE YOU'RE JUST TIRED* Sheepy: Sheepy: I don't remember Universe being one of them... Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: That's not even a tarot card... Is it? Sheepy: Sheepy: It's not! Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Then who is it..? Sheepy: Sheepy: Maybe it's Yu because he thinks the entire universe revolves around him. Arsé-kun: Minako: No, he's World, and ... Doesn't that mean he revolves around Tatsuya? Sheepy: Sheepy: Wow. maybe. Arsé-kun: Minato: But, Naoya is Emperor, so it isn't him. Sheepy: Naoya: ...I have no idea who it is. Sheepy: Naoya: Maybe it's Minako. Arsé-kun: Minako: Do any of you guys ever check your links?? Sheepy: Naoya: I actually didn't know what one was until you talked about it. Sheepy: Naoya: I don't have anything like that to my knowledge... Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Same here, actually. Sheepy: Sheepy: I forget to Arsé-kun: Minako: Well, I'll tell you! It's not me! Hi, I'm Death! Arsé-kun: Minato: *he goes to quickly run out, before sheepy turned to him, but wasn't watching where he was going. He slams smack into the wall, and bounces off. He lands flat on his back.* dread. Sheepy: Sheepy: Um... Sheepy: Sheepy: ... Why did you do that? Arsé-kun: Minato: Because I'm not as smart as I like to think I am. Sheepy: sheepy: Makes sense. Sheepy: Sheepy: I always have low expectations of myself so I never get disappointed!! Arsé-kun: Minato: *he sits up* But, yeah. Universe is me. What a surprise. Sheepy: Sheepy: Wow. Sheepy: Sheepy: I dunno what that is. Arsé-kun: Minato: It's like world, but edgier. Sheepy: Sheepy: Igor's never brought it up. Arsé-kun: Minato: Gee. I must be special. Sheepy: Sheepy: Actually, all Igor brings up is how he sees me as a prisoner and how he needs to fix me. And that's why he puts my personas in the guillotine. Sheepy: Sheepy: That's normal, right? Arsé-kun: Minato: wh Arsé-kun: Minato: N-no? Sheepy: Sheepy: Eh? Sheepy: Sheepy: He doesn't put your personas in the electric chair, either? Or solitary confinement...? Arsé-kun: Minako: Edgy! Sheepy: Sheepy: He scares me. Arsé-kun: Minato: ... I want to come with you, if that's okay. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay. I'd appreciate that. Arsé-kun: Minato: *he gets back up* Anyway, we're glad you're okay. Sheepy: Sheepy: Thank you...! Sheepy: Sheepy: Can you help me find who shot me? Sheepy: Sheepy: I know something about them... Arsé-kun: Minako: We should party- But that comes first! Of course we will! Sheepy: Sheepy: Um... Sheepy: Sheepy: They were part of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Sheepy: Sheepy: My mind is so hazy about the event I can't recall much else. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: We don't know any of your gang, so unless you're willing to tell us... Sheepy: Sheepy: OK, uh... Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm Joker. Mona is Morgana... Skull is a blond named Ryuji. He's a punk. Sheepy: Sheepy: Panther is Anne. She has pigtails and she's a model. Sheepy: Sheepy: Fox is Yusuke. He looks like Minato except taller and he likes to paint. Arsé-kun: *Tatsuya looks inappropriately excited. Because he is best police. BEST. POLICE.* Sheepy: Sheepy: Queen is Makoto. She's a brunette with red eyes. Arsé-kun: Minako: :3c Sheepy: Sheepy: ... ... You won't tell anyone, right? Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: ... I'll give my word. I'd love to, but I'll wait. Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't tell anyone! Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Okay, okay! Fine. Sheepy: Sheepy: We'll steal your heart if you do! Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: And Apollo'll light you on fire. Sheepy: Sheepy: Um... Sheepy: Sheepy: Tatsuya... I do that all the time. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Fine, then! He'll.. uh. .... Throw nukes at you, or something. Sheepy: Sheepy: That's illegal! Sheepy: Sheepy: Detectives don't do illegal things! Sheepy: Sheepy: But... since you promised you wouldn't tell a soul... Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Police! I'm not a detective! Sheepy: Sheepy: The last two are Noir and Crow. Sheepy: Sheepy: Noir is Haru. She's the daughter of an owner of a popular fast food chain. Sheepy: Sheepy: Crow's a detective named Goro. Sheepy: Sheepy: He should be around here somewhere, but Morgana said that he disappeared. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Hold it, hold it. Brunette? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: I met him last week. Before any of this, I mean. We talked law and traded numbers. ... Didn't you just say detectives didn't partake in illegal activities? Sheepy: Sheepy: It's not illegal if no one knows it's you! Sheepy: Sheepy: And no one knows it's him! Because you won't tell a soul! You said so! Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: I never said "not a soul", and that argument wouldn't stand in a court of law. Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't tell anyone!! Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Okay, okay! Sheepy: Sheepy: I trusted you with this information so I expect you not to break the agreement. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: I'll do my best. Sheepy: Sheepy: Anyway, Goro disappeared arounr the time I got shot. Sheepy: Sheepy: But Goro wouldn't shoot me! Murder is illegal. Detectives don't do illegal things. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Too suspicious to not be connected. Lets find him anyway. Sheepy: Sheepy: OK... Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: [text: to Goro] Hello! We haven't spoken, but you said you would message me. Did something come up? Sheepy: Goro?: [Text: to Tatsuya] Oooh, yes, just killing one of my dear friends. Heheheh. Don't you want to be next? :) Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: ..... ............ *he shows Sheepy the phone* Sheepy: Sheepy: Goro doesn't type like that. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: THAT'S your problem with it?! *he seems. incredulous.* Sheepy: Sheepy: He also doesn't use emotes. Sheepy: Sheepy: Haven't you heard of theft before? His phone was stolen. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Well, yes, of course. Sheepy: Sheepy: It's creepy anyway. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: I just meant that, uh, the content itself Sheepy: Goro?: [Text: to Tatsuya] Which do you think will drag it out longer? A knife or poison? Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: [text: to Goro] That would depend on the type of poison and/or where they are stabbed. I suggest neither. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: I hope one of you can track phones, because he's in trouble most likely. Sheepy: Goro?: [Text: to Tatsuya] I'll start with the knife. Good answer! Sheepy: Sheepy: I can't . Sheepy: Naoya: Should I be able to? Arsé-kun: Minato: I... I may be able to. Sheepy: Sheepy: That'd be great! Arsé-kun: Minato: *he summons Orpheus, but before he can do anything, Orpheus turns away from him* Sheepy: Sheepy: Hi, Orpheus. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: *he looks at Sheepy* Hello. Glad to see you are okay. Sheepy: Sheepy: Thank you...! Uh... I'm not exactly sure why Minato summoned you, but... Sheepy: Sheepy: Can you track phones? Sheepy: Sheepy: We think Goro is in danger. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: No, but I know what he's doing. *he makes a groaning noise* Methinks I am not needed, but I will allow it. This time. Sheepy: Sheepy: Eh? Arsé-kun: Minato: Wanna see a magic trick? *he (somehow) makes Orpheus into Messiah! Messiah looks very unhappy. He continues to look unhappy as he puts his hands over Minato's eyes* Sheepy: Sheepy:??? Arsé-kun: Messiah: *he is grump. there is no not so grump. he is all the grump* Sheepy: Sheepy: What're you doing? Arsé-kun: Minato: Trying... to search... Sheepy: Sheepy: *he shuts up* Arsé-kun: Minato: ..... If I am.. correct.... three floors up... ten rooms over... *he sighs and pushes Messiah's hands away* Three rooms south of the stairs. Sheepy: Sheepy: Great! Let's go! Arsé-kun: Minato: Of course. *he leaves Messi as, well, Messi. needless to say, he is Not Happy about this at All* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he goes.* Arsé-kun: *minato and tats follow! messi slowly does as well* Sheepy: *naoya also follows* Arsé-kun: *look, everyone goes* Sheepy: Goro?: [Text: to Tatsuya] Oh, wow, aren't you skilled. I can hear that you've arrived. Do you want a front seat to the show? Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: [text: to Goro] Absolutely. Let me in. Sheepy: *someone inside the room approaches the door and unlocks it. they walk away afterwards.* Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *he looks at everyone else, gestures for them to back up, and makes a shooshing motion. holds up a finger, pauses, points to himself. nods, and goes in* Sheepy: *goro is tied up. looks like he's already been beaten and cut up some. and there's... ... sheepy? who's bleeding from the chest. he's got a twisted grin on his face.* Sheepy: Nyarly: Oh, look who it is! The star of the show! Sheepy: Nyarly: I was waiting for you. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: Were you? I'm honored. Sheepy: Nyarly: Don't you remember me? Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: No. Do tell. Sheepy: Nyarly: My name is Nyarlathotep. Sheepy: Nyarly: Doesn't that ring any bells? Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: ... Nope. Sheepy: Nyarly: ... Philemon did too good of a job, then! That's fine. I can fix it. Sheepy: Nyarly: It's a bit unfortunate, though. Sheepy: Nyarly: You forgot your dear childhood friends... I guess it's only natural. They forgot you, too. Sheepy: Nyarly: ...Sheesh. This doesn't seem to be working. Sheepy: Nyarly: I was going to show off how great I am and cause the end of the world, and this is what you do. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: (is the apocalypse against the law?? must ask later.) Sheepy: Nyarly: Well, whatever. Maybe I can find a form that's more familiar to you. Sheepy: Nyarly: *he turns into moon howler.* Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: whh.. Sheepy: Nyarly: Is this more familiar? Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *He's not sure how to process what he's looking at* Sheepy: Goro: *he looks at this, wide-eyed. he'd scream, but kinda. can't.* Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *he slowly shakes his head, not taking his eyes off the... thing.. nyar turned into* Sheepy: Nyarly: Really, now? Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *a similarly slow nod* Sheepy: Nyarly: That's too bad. Arsé-kun: *the door is kicked in by Messiah, and boy is he unhappy!* Sheepy: *this surprises Goro* Sheepy: Nyarly: I was hoping you'd come alone... Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: I did come in alone. Sheepy: Nyarly: Well, whatever. Sheepy: Nyarly: I'll deal with this nuisance. Arsé-kun: Messiah: *deadpan* I can't believe you're willing to help with my self esteem issues. Sheepy: Nyarly: You can't have self esteem issues when you're dead! Arsé-kun: Messiah: *MORE DEADPAN* Wow, thanks for your help! Thank you, Nyarlathotep, for your assistance! Sheepy: Nyarlathotep: You're welcome! Arsé-kun: Messiah: *as actually deadpan as possible* Gosh, Nyarlathotep, I wonder if you can solve my other problem. Sheepy: Nyarlathotep: I could deal with your friends as well. Arsé-kun: Messiah: Dear Nyarlathotep, I have a problem where I can't stop firing off Megi- *he rather suddenly shoots off a Megidolaon at Nyar* -like so. Sheepy: Nyarly: *he stumbles back some. he didn't expect that* Arsé-kun: *Megi, megi, megi* Sheepy: Nyarly: *he attacks in return* Arsé-kun: *megi fight* Sheepy: *this goes on for a long time* Arsé-kun: *Tatsuya goes around it to free Goro* Sheepy: *Goro is thankful for the help. he's unsteady on his feet.* Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *he seems to be getting rather unsteady, too.. but he's steady enough to keep Goro standing* Sheepy: *they get out* Arsé-kun: Minako: *she takes the role of keeping Goro standing* Hey, buddy, you okay..? Sheepy: Goro: I'm... I'm really woozy. Arsé-kun: Minako: *she nods* I'll bring you to the other room so you can rest. Mind if I carry you? Sheepy: Goro: I don't mind... Arsé-kun: Minako: *she picks him up and carries him to a different room* Sheepy: Goro: *he's thankful for this* Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *he stumbles over to Naoya, missing once or twice before grabbing Naoya's shoulder* Sheepy: Naoya: Are you OK!? Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: I don't feel so good.... n-not sure whhhyy... Sheepy: Naoya: Let me get you away from here! Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *quietly* Please... Sheepy: *Naoya gets Tatsuya away from there* Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *he almost collapses, but manages to recover in time* Sheepy: Naoya: I'll stay with you to make sure he doesn't come back. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: .. Could you..? Sheepy: Naoya: Yeah. He won't mess with me. Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: thanks.. Sheepy: Naoya: *he sits down next to Tatsuya* Arsé-kun: Tatsuya: *he leans on Naoya, and eventually dozes off there* Sheepy: Naoya: *he doesn't mind* Sheepy: Naoya: *he keeps an eye on the door* Arsé-kun: *Minato and Orpheus wander in, but that's about it* Sheepy: Naoya: How did it go? Arsé-kun: Minato: I'm dead, I'll tell you later. *he lays down on the floor* Sheepy: Naoya: Um. Are you okay? Sheepy: Naoya: I, uh, guess I should've done something... Arsé-kun: Minato: I'm sleepy. Sheepy: Naoya: You should rest. Arsé-kun: Minato: I want to. Sheepy: Naoya: I'll protect you. Arsé-kun: Minato: Thanks. Sheepy: Naoya: You're welcome. Arsé-kun: *Minato goes to sleep right there, on the floor. Orph joins in door watching duty* Sheepy: Naoya: Oh... he shouldn't sleep on the floor. Arsé-kun: Orpheus: I've told him that before.. Sheepy: Naoya: Oh well. Sheepy: Yu: What's been going on? Arsé-kun: *Minako explains what he missed* Sheepy: Yu: That guy again? Sheepy: Yu: Sheesh... it's good everyone's OK though. Arsé-kun: Minako: Yeah! Sheepy: Sheepy: *he's conked out. seems like arsene napping finally got to him* Sheepy: Goro: I'm so sorry... I-I... I'm the one who shot him. Arsé-kun: Minako: Huh? Sheepy: Goro: That... thing from earlier took his form. Sheepy: Goro: It was keeping me up, night after night, and I just couldn't get rid of it. I knew it was a fake, so I shot what I thought was it... Arsé-kun: Minako: *she puts an arm around Goro's shoulders, and frowns* He tricked you. He's been trying to kill us since forever. You didn't mean to hit Sheepy, and that's what matters. Sheepy: Goro: I still did it. Sheepy: Goro: Even if it was unintentional, it still looked like him, and I still pulled the trigger. Arsé-kun: Minako: You did, huh... Well, we can explain to him later. There shouldn't be any hard feelings! Sheepy: Goro: I hope not. Sheepy: Sherlock: I've solved it, I've solved it! *where did he come from* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Slow down, Sherlock! Wait for me! Sheepy: Sherlock: OK! I'll wait for you! Sheepy: Sherlock: Hullo! I hope I'm not interrupting anything! Arsé-kun: Orpheus: Not at all. Sheepy: Sherlock: I was hunting for the culprit! But it looks like I found him! Arsé-kun: Orpheus: They. Just finished that discussion. Sheepy: Sherlock: Yes, I know! Sheepy: Sherlock: I heard him confess! Sheepy: Sherlock: Lupin! What do I do? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Allow me. Sheepy: Sherlock: What're you going to do? Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he strolls over to Goro, and lightly puts a hand on his shoulder. (mink moves her hand)* .. I heard your confession. Until Aries is able, I accept your apology. Sheepy: Goro: "Aries"...? Who's that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hmhmhm. You do know. Sheepy: Goro: I don't know anyone by that name. Arsé-kun: Arséne: If you say so. The point is, apology is accepted. Sheepy: Goro: I'm glad... Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he seems thoughtful* Perhaps it'd be best if someone watched the room's entrance.. Sheepy: Naoya: Ra could. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not a bad idea, but that requires... Ra. Sheepy: Sherlock: I could! Arsé-kun: Arséne: You could, but I think "you" could as well. Sheepy: Sherlock: Herlock? Sheepy: Sherlock: How will you convince him? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ew, no! Sheepy: Sherlock: Then who's me? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Have you forgotten..? Sheepy: Sherlock: Forgotten what? Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh! Sheepy: Sherlock: That dog! Sheepy: Sherlock: The bipedal one! Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Dog. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... No, Sherlock. Sheepy: Sherlock:... Not the dog? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not the hound. Sheepy: Sherlock:... Sheepy: Sherlock: *he shrugs* No idea what you're talking about! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he does a 180 and faces Naoya* Can you force a Persona to summon by outside means? Sheepy: Goro: Um... Arséne, you missed a word there.. "No Sherlock"... Sheepy: Naoya: Uh. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Maybe I avoided swearing, or maybe I didn't. Sheepy: Naoya: Endangering them. Sheepy: Naoya: Our Personas summon themselves when we're hurt badly. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Okay, safer. Sheepy: Naoya: Making them fight a demon? Sheepy: Naoya: I could summon one of mine and intentionally miss. Arsé-kun: Arséne: eh. Sheepy: Naoya:....uh. Phil could? Sheepy: Sherlock:.....What're you guys talking about? Sheepy: Sherlock: Persona? Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't have one of those, do I? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I can't tell if you're serious or not. Sheepy: Sherlock: I am! Sheepy: Sherlock: Should I not be? Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Never mind. Sheepy: Sherlock: OK. Sheepy: Goro: Who is this? Sheepy: Goro: I don't recognize him. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm Sherlock Holmes. Sheepy: Goro:...Sherlock...Holmes? Sheepy: Goro: Like, THE Sherlock Holmes? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yup! Sheepy: Sheepy: There's like two others not including him. Sheepy: Goro: How do you never get arrested? Sheepy: Sheepy: One is never around, one is easy to bribe, and one is a bit stupid when he comes to his conclusions. Sheepy: Goro: Is this the second one? Sheepy: Sheepy: This is the third. Sheepy: Goro: I-I was going to ooh and aah over him, but that kinda ruined it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Don't be like that. I've seen him be correct a number of times. Arsé-kun: *Sheepy's phone vibrates!* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he checks* Arsé-kun: *The notepad opens! It's Watson.* Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh, hi. Arsé-kun: Watson: "Hello!" Sheepy: Sheepy: What's up? Arsé-kun: Watson: "Not very much! I just wanted to ask if you were doing all right!" Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm doing better. Sheepy: Sheepy: It's really sensitive there. Arsé-kun: Watson: "Understandable. ... I realize I could speak to you another way, but I am inclined to believe your friends would be left out of it." Sheepy: Sheepy: ... Do you think that'd still work? Arsé-kun: Watson: "? Wait, what do you think I mean?" Sheepy: Sheepy: That weird thing that we used to talk before. Arsé-kun: Watson: "Yes, that." Sheepy: Sheepy: Do you think it'd still work? Arsé-kun: Watson: "I don't see why it would not." Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh. Arsé-kun: *Watson opens the World of the Dead. Everyone that is awake is brought in. Literally everyone in this room, I mean* Arsé-kun: *ok not literally bc not everyone has died or been there but they won't miss much* Arsé-kun: Watson: Hello, dear Sheepy. I just wanted to take a moment and ask for more detail on how you were feeling. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm feeling neutral. I can't move very much or it hurts. Sheepy: Sheepy: Breathing in a little too much makes it ache, oto. Arsé-kun: Watson: *he nods* That seems reasonable. I would ask to check, but I cannot here, nor there. Sheepy: Sheepy: That's unfortunate. Arsé-kun: Watson: That, it is. Sheepy: Sheepy: Can we fix it? Do yo know? Arsé-kun: Watson: Of course. Let natural recovery run its course. Sheepy: Sheepy: I meant your whole, uh. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Ah. N-not that I am aware of. Sheepy: Sheepy: Maybe we can ask Phil later. Arsé-kun: Watson: Perhaps.

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