#Two dorks chatting by a river

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Mini Fanfic #1218: Two Dorks Finally Found Love(SSBU X River City Girls X Darkstalkers)

A Couple of Years Earlier........

It was a nice, eventful evening at Smash Town that day as the Smash Family held their very first annual Smash Gala Party located at the mansion's dining hall.

Everyone present were laughing and dancing to the loud music, having a blast of a time, all while Yoshi and Dark Pit were sitting down in one of the tables, chatting among themselves before noticing Dedede walking over and taking a seat in the last available seat left, grumbling.

Yoshi/Dark Pit: Hey, Uncle De.

Dedede: ('Grumbles')

Yoshi: You got struck out by the model tonight?

Dedede: ('Groans in Defeat') Yeah. 'Said she doesn't want to be seen around with a fat slop of an Ex-King. Can y'all believe that hoe?

Yoshi: Welllll.....You're not really a Kong anymore.....

Dark Pit: And you're fat.

Dedede: Yeah, but I didn't work tooth and nail to provide for this family JUST to be called a damn slop! (Crosses his Arms While Pouting) The nerve of that woman.

Dark Pit: I don't even know why you bother getting back on the dating scene to begin with. You're clearly not enjoying getting stood up to the dirt every day and night

Dedede: ('Sigh') Yeah, you're not wrong there. It's tedious, but your old man can't help but to give it another go, you know? Love is nice, beautiful thing to have once you give all the work, commitment, and support it needs to grow from both or more sides involved.

Yoshi: (Turns to Pitto) Yeah, everybody needs a little romance in their lives. You especially.

Dark Pit: (Raises an Eyebrow at Yoshi) Me?

Yoshi: Yes, you! You're the most anti-social out of EVERYONE in this entire family.

Dark Pit: (Glares at Yoahi) Bullcrap! I hang out with people.

Yoshi: Reluctantly.

Dark Pit: Shut it! In all those instances, I still had myself a good time regardless.

Dedede: Eventually.

Dark Pit: (Glares at his Appointed Uncle) De!

Dedede: What? He not completely wrong! You do need to go out and enjoy the outter life some more, boy. It'll do ya wonders

Dark Pit: ('Sighs in a Bit of Annoyance') I will in due time. But I ain't gonna be a lovestruck idiot anytime soon. (Points at Pit Dancing With Viridi on the Dance Floor) Especially like that cupid dork over there

Pit: ('Sigh') Love you, Pitto.

Viridi: (Glares at The Dark Angel) Quit making fun of my angel over there, jerkwad!!

Dark Pit: (Smirks at Viridi) Tell your angel to get better at reading and maybe I'll reconsider.

Dark Pit starts chuckling over his sly remarks before suddenly getting pelted in the face by Viridi's water volley blast, causing him to fall off from his seat.

'Thud'

Dark Pit: ('Ugh') (Gets Back Up From his Seat, Now Soaked and Wet) What the-

Viridi: (Smirks at a Soaking Pitto While Pit Snickers at his Dispense) Hope you enjoy your refreshments over there, Pitto!~ Our one of a kind treat!~

The couple laughs as they continue on with their dance, leaving Pitto to glare and groan at them in pure annoyance..

Dark Pit: (Tries Squeezing the Water Out From his Dress Shirt) Aa what I was saying...... (Turns Back to Dedede) You're better off going solo, Uncle De. (Turns Back to Pit and ViridI... Doing a Cute Eskimo Kiss in the Close to Mid Distance) Less you want you and your partner to end being as obnoxious as those two.....

Viridi gives Pitto the middle finger without so much as looking directly at him, causing the dark angel to sigh.

Dark Pit: Screw it. If you guys need me- (Walks Off) I'll be at the restroom drying off. (Starts Grumbling While Walking)

Yoshi: ('Sigh') Love wins once another. (Takes a Bite Off of a Cookie From his Plate Before Disliking the Taste Of it Shortly After) ('Ugh') Too plain. (Turns to See Dedede Lost in Some Thoughts) Oh come on. Don't tell me you're actually taking Pitto's words to heart here.

Dedede: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality) N-No, I ain't!.....But-

Yoshi: (Raises an Eyebrow) Buuuuuuuuuut?

Dedede: (Sighs Heavily While Looking Down at his Reflection on his Drink) I dunno. Maybe I should take a break from the dating scene for a while. I doubt I'm ever gonna end up with someone in the next few years.......

Yoshi: (Place his Hand Onto De's Shoulder) Don't give up hope just yet, Uncle De. A lot of things could happen during that time, so you never know.

Dedede: Yeah, probably. (Takes a Bite Off of the Cookie Ffrom his Plate Before Splitting Out in the Other Direction) ('POOUAH') The fuck!? These cookie taste bland as hell!

Peach: (In the Other Side of the Room) LANGUAGE!

Dedede: Sorry.

Yoshi: ('Sigh') Yeeeeup.

Fast Forward to the Present.........

The Annual Smash Gala Party has now returned, more lively than ever this year around. The music's loud and bumping and everyone: friends and couples alike, are out on the dance floor, dancing the night away, having a grand ol' time.

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Owain: (Doing Various of Heroic, Epic, and Goofy Looking Poses In Front of a Giggling Zelda)

Zelda: Owain!~ Whatcha doing over here?~

Owain: Ohh don't mind me, milady~ Just moving along to the beat of this highly advanced music playing. It's incredibly intoxicating.

Zelda: (Casually Shrugs) That's what electric pop music would do to ya. (Smiles Softly While Blushing) Your moves are very nice to look at by the way~

Owain: (Properly Bows at Zelda) Why, thank you!~ (Smirks Proudly) I will be more than happy to teach them to you- (Forms an Annoyed Glare at Two Familiar Faces) Only if two of the most closest people in my life would quit taking pictures of me.

Robin: (Happily Waves at his Son While Taking Pictures of Him Along with His Equally Happy Wife and The Mother of Their Son, Lissa) Your mother's idea by the way.

Lissa: You were doing great, sweetie!~ Don't stop now!~

Owain: MOTHER!

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Jun: (Sighs a Bit She Sits Next Woth her Husband and The Few Other Members of the League of Villains in the Bar Section) Such a lovely atmosphere tonight. It's a shame my body gotten a lot older these days or else I would've been out there by now.

Sephiroth: (Turns to Jun) You know how to dance?

Jun: (Nodded to Ganondorf) In my younger years, I did. Kazuya and I were quite the dancing couple since then.

Hades: I'm sorry- (Eyes Widened at Kazuya) Mr. Former Devil Boy here used to dance!?

Kazuya: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) Shocking, I kmow. (Points the Fellas To His Wife Next to Him) She was clearly the better dancer of the two if us.

Jun: (Giggles Softly Rest Her Head Onto Her Husband's Shoulder) Lies~ You were just as wonderful as well, my dear.

Kazuya: (Raises an Eyebrow) I really think so?

Jun: I really know so~ (Gives Kazuya a Kiss on the Cheek) Would you like to take a dancing class together one of these days? It could be fun.

Kazuya: (Sighs While Blushing a Little) If it saves me from second hand embarrassment, then sure.

Hades: (Chuckles a Bit) Oh-ho~ Speaking of which~ Looky there! (Points the Gang to Flirty Bowser Talking to an Already Irritated Peach)

Kazuya: ('Ugh') He never quits, does he?

Sephiroth: (Slowly Shakes his Head) That man is as persistent as they come. I'll give him four minutes before it all crashes down upon him.

Hades: (Forms an Evil Smirk) I'll give him a minute and a half tops.

Kazuya: Forty-Five seconds is all he'll need to call it quits.

Jun: (Pouts at the Others) Boys, enough! That's far too long and generous time to give him when it could happen in- (Looks at her Watch as She Counts) Three....Two......One.

Peach: (In the Distance) GO AWAY, YOU CREEP!

'SLAP'

Bowser: (Cries in Pain and Pathetic Misery)

Hades: Ooooh! Right in the face and pride!

Sephiroth: (Genuinely Surprised) And it happened right on time too.

Kazuya: (Forms a Proud, Evil Lime Smirk on his Face) Gentlemen- (Presents Hades and Sephiroth To.....) The love of my life.

Jun: (Giggles Once More While Blushing) Kazu, you sweetheart~

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Yoshi: (Sitting Alone at the Table, Eating One of the Many Cookies He Got From the Stand) ('Munch Munch') Mmmm~ I gotta say, these are getting a lot more tastier each year around.

????: ('Sighs Heavily') I swear you two are impossible sometimes......

Yoshi turns to see Dark Pit walking over to his table with his two girlfriends, Misako and Kyoko on one side.

Misako: (Forms a Playful Smirk on her Face While Gently Poking Pitto's Cheek) Oh don't be so dramatic, babe. You love every second of this~

Kyoko: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm~ (Hugs Pitto's Arm) Where would you be without us showering you with our love and affection, hm?~

Dark Pit: (Shrugs) Probably sitting around, hating everything. (Use his Other Free Hand to Rub the Back of his Head Back and Forth) You guys made my life slightly more enjoyable by coming around these days, so......(Gives Both Misako and Kyoko Each a Kiss on Their Cherks Before Smiling a But While Blushing) Thanks...for that.

Kyoto: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness Along With Misako) Awwwwww!~ (Starts Snuggling onto DP's Arm) HHonestly!

Misako: I told you we made our angel a big softie these days, babe~ (Starts Kissing On Pitto's Other Cheek)

Dark Pit: (Rolls his Eyes While Sighing) Yeah and I'm still choking over that fact to this day. Among other-

??????: Ohhhhh, Pitto-Kiiiiin!~

Dark Pit shakingly turns around in anger as he sees ViridI giving him the biggest smirk she could Muster while her boyfriend, Pit, snickers.

Virid: Who's the Lovestruck Idiot now!?~

Pit: Yeah!~ And a cupid to boot!~

Dark Pit: STILL THE BOTH OF YOU IDIOTS! (Angrily Flips Them Off).

Kyoko: (Pouts at Dark Pit) Pitto!

Misako: (Gently Slaps Dark Pit's Arm) Ignore them. Come on.

Dark Pit: (Sighs in Defeat as He Turns Away From the Now Laughing Couple) Fine. I'm turning.....

Yoshi chuckles lightly at the dark angel's dispense before hearing two sounds of genuine laughing as he then turns to see his Uncle King Dedede carrying his girlfriend, Morrigan Aensland in his arms, bridal style.

Dedede: Ahahaaa man! (Wiping a Tear From Off his Eyes) Y-Y-You're kiliin' me here, Morg~ Ain't no way!

Morrigan: (Happily Wiggles Her Legs Up and Down) It's true!~ His asre was like- (Uses her Hand to Make a Wide Spread) THIIIIIS big, much bigger than my sister and mines combined in fact, and he goes swinging it around town, grabbing peooooople!~ (Continues Giggling)

Dedede: Ohooo man!~ All this time I thought the princesses use their asses like ticking time bombs in fights were crazy enough, but this DEFINITELY takes the cake!

Morrigan: (Points her Finger Up in a Lecturing Type Fashion) It goes to show how truly terrifying the booty can be used in any kind of combat imaginable, my dear

Dedede: (Nodded in Agreement) Amen to that. (Smiles Brightly at his Girlfriend) You're cute when you get knowledgeable~

Morrigan: (Smiles Back While Snuggling Onto Dedede's Chest) And you're so adorable when you laugh, my dear king~

Dedede: (Chuckles Lightly) You sure you ain't talking about yourself, hon? (Forms a Seductive Smirk on his Face) Cuz that laugh of yours is just like your voice, soothing as honey~

Morrigan: (Let's Out More of her Cute Laugh While Blushing)

Kyoko: (Turns to Dedede Along with her Two Lovers) Oooh~ How romantic~

Dark Pit: Yeah, that was actually pretty smooth of you, Uncle De, not gonna lie.

Misako: (Smirks at DP Some More) You could learn a thing or two about smoothness from your old man, you know?

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly at Dark Pit) Hell yeah! I got pamphlet of smooth picks up lines I can lend ya that could totally be effective.

Dark Pit: ('Heh') I'll pass. I doubt any of them would be nearly as good as the one you just made.

Dedede: (Glares at Dark Pit) Oh you'll be singin' a different tune once you read through every one, I guarantee you that!

Yoshi: (Happily Waves Hello to the Gang Approaching in Front of his Table) Hey, guys!

Ladies: HI, Yoshi!~

Dedede: You got worn out from all that dancing already, boy?

Yoshi: (Casually Shrugs) Eh, kinda. I gotten hungry, so I came here, eating and sitting for a while now. It's nice to see you guys enjoying yourselves out there though. (Smirks at Dark Pit While Doing a Mocking Sound Voice) Especially Mr. I Ain't Gonna Be a Lovestruck Idiot Anytime Soon over here~

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself') Don't even go there, man. I got enough crap over it already.........

Kyoko: (Smiles Brightly) He's starting to come to terms with his softness~

Dark Pit: (Scoffs While Crossing his Arms and Turning Away) As if. Still feel the sake as I've ever been.

Misako: True. (Smirks at Pitto Again) But it's only a matter of time before you get soft like that rest of us here~

Kyoko/Misako: (Starts Chanting) One of Us~ One of Us~

Dark Pit: Your chanting won't work on- Huh? (Starts Hearing More Chanting From the Rest of the Gang)

Yoshi/Dedede/Morrigan: One of us. One of us.

Dark Pit: (Turns to the Trio) Hey, why are you joining in- (Eyes Begins to Widened Once He Now Suddenly Hears Almost Everyone in the Entire Room Starts Chanting the Same Thing)

Everyone: One of Us! One of Us! One of Us!

Pit: No use fighting, bro!~

Viridi: You'll get there in the due time. (Starts Giggling Along with Pit)

Everyone continues on with the chant long enough for Dark Pit'to starts twitching his eyes in annoyance and...and..

Dark Pit: OH KNOCK IT OFF AND GO BACK TO PARTYING ALREADY, PEOPLE!!

Everyone cease their chanting and giggles before resuming back to their partying activities for the night.

Dark Pit: (Groans While Pinching the Bridge of his Nose) I swear, this entire family is a pain in all body areas......

Yoshi: Oh come on. You know you still love us.

Dark Pit: Reluctantly........And.....(Starts Blushing a Bit) Most definitely.

Hearts starts to melt as the gang group together to give their dark angel the group hug of the lifetime, causing him to blush even more than usual before sighing in defeat.

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[depressedhatakekakashi]

valentine's day is coming up... any hc's for what kakagai do on the day, if anything?

Ohhh love that.

Kakashi’s ‘secretly domestic’ and a bit of a romance dork, so i think this would be a day for him to shine lol.

First thing they do is check in and make sure Naruto’s actually planned something for Sasuke. Neither of them actually think of it, but sasuke has been through a lot. He deserves to have his boyfriend spoil him for a day.

Once Kakashi does that lil check in and gives Naruto a few ideas (some of which he will not be touching with a ten foot poll, thank you Sensei.) he begins with his own plans

First, valentines day challenge. It’s not a Kakagai valebtines day without at least once challenge. Maybe four, as a treat.

Kakashi’s choices are a race, an arm wrestle, a stategic game, or a redo at the hand stand on a poll challenge.

He goes for a race because two ideas are very bias to one side (gai whoops him in an arm wrestle and he whoops gai in anything strategic) and he doesn’t feel like making Gai relieve that horrid moment of winding himself on a poll and throwing up.

So the two have a short race through the village, make fools out of themselves and have a blast.

Next is the dango shop! Not a personal fav for Kakashi, but Gai loves Dango so it’s a necessity. Plus Emi-san always throws in an extra stick as a treat to her fav customer.

Once Dango has been enjoyed the two of them go to the river where Kakashi has a nap on Gai’s lap and then they have another competition. Except at the end of this competition the winner gives the loser their valentines gift (if only one of them has one both competitions, they exchange gifts at the and of the day)

Most of the time Gai has picked out a nice romance novel or history book for Kakashi. Kakashi almost always chooses some small turtle object for Gai, but has also bought him Nunchucks in the past after he broke his.

Next is a late lunch at their fav sushi shop where they might have an eating competition. If there’s no competition it’s just a relaxing night for the two of them.

After late lunch/early dinner they head to the training field for a spar, where they end up laying on the ground staring up at the sky while the chat about … anything really XD Kakashi just likes listening to Gai talk.

Before they head home they make sure to swoop by Naruto’s house, and when Kakashi see’s him and Sasuke cuddling on the couch he decides not to interrupt and just leaves without a work to continue his night, which includes cuddling on the couch, reading his new book, and probably making Asuma regret that his apartment is right next door XD

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For balance (and since my brain needs it now) what are your fluffiest headcanons?

Fluffy headcanons below the cut

Pema-

Pema regularly calls Tenzin a dork and it makes him smile.

She happily plays the role of the bad guy while the kids are play-fighting inside and has mastered the bad guy Monojojo-esque monolog and a cringe-worthy death display. Her and the kids cry laughing whenever she gets to do the whole bit.

Koshe (the acolyte who basically claimed Pema as her daughter on day one of her arriving at the Northern Air Temple) and Pema have been best friends for about 20 years. If you can't find either of them, they're getting into some mischief somewhere, and it becomes Primary Goal Number One to stop them before they enact their plans. Otherwise *someone* is going to be pranked, that someone is usually Tenzin. The two of them have a Bad Book Club where they try to one-up each other with poorly written romance novels.

Pema runs cold, and Tenzin runs hot. Equilibrium temperature is reached when snuggling in bed every night.

Tenzin-

Despite being Mr. Serious, Tenzin is quite goofy when it's just him and Pema alone together. He was born to make terrible dad jokes and even worse puns. Pema makes him shut up with distracting kisses and wandering hands.

The two of them FUCK. Like, can go multiple times a day fuck. If you can't find the two of *them* Do Not Go Looking on the off chance that you might find them.

Sometimes Tenzin spends whole days with Oogi and doesn't get back home until after sunset because he lost track of time. He takes Oogi for rides and finds random rivers to float downstream for hours on end while they chat. Well, Tenzin chats, Oogi snarls and roars and whinnies. Tenzin likes to think he's mastered Oogi-speak. Every member of his family has walked into the bison stables at some point in time and caught him in a deep heart to heart with the beast. Ikki swears that Oogi understands perfectly, and she thinks it's SO SWEET that daddy has a best friend.

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Ao3 *** Part 2

@maribatmarch-2k21 Day 2: First Time

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The first time Marinette died she was six. She had been walking along the sieve with her papa when she was pushed and fell into the river. She doesn't remember how long it was until the doctors started her heart again after having drowned. Her parents told her it was the scariest 10 minutes of their lives but she doesn't remember that.

What she remembers is the garden. A ring of flowers circled the garden, a small pond in the center surrounded by lush soft grass. A willow tree with two swings hang from its branches on one side of the pond. On the other a long bench with a podium next to it. She went over and on the podium were two stone tablets, one was blank. The other had Marinette written in elegant script, a single line was the only thing on the tablet with her name.

That was when she blinked and her eyes fluttered open.

"She's back. We got her back." she heard but it seemed like she had cotton in her ears.

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The next time she was in the garden she was now 14. It was during Desperada that she died again, and again, and again. The kept being time missing but that was thanks to the snake miraculous. At one point she just stood or sat at the podium when she would arrive. At roughly every 2,000 deaths she would remember them all. When her number hit 34,559 and the other stayed blank she was ready to scream.

She has now died 34,559 times and 34,558 of those times were because of Adrien. The count had changed from tallies to just a number at some point.

She was going to say something when she appeared in front of Adrien for the up tenth time but he beat her.

"Sass, scales rest." The poor Kwamii nearly fell from the air in pure exhaustion. "It's been 4 months."

She cut him off. "I know?”

"Wait!!! How do you know."

"34, 558 times you rewound." Both Adrien and Sass stared at her.

"You are a Gray-Soul.” Sass exclaimed, “When did you get the memories."

"Around every 2,000 and about 17 times so I don't remember the last 500 of them." Adrien seemed to sigh in relief.

"Give it a week," Sass spoke, Adrien paled but that was a problem for future her.

She nodded. "Okay, but we need to deal with Desperada."

With Luka's help they finally were able to defeat Desperada. Okay sure she was bitter toward Chat during that fight, he hadn’t shown up earlier, but it was understandable. Okay she did die again with Luka but that was only once. She begrudgingly fist bumped them both in the end, but she was tired.

"M' lady are you alright?"

"Huh. Ya, Ya I'm good." she waved him off and left soon after.

A week later unfortunately, during yet another attack did her memories return.

"LB are you okay!" Chat asked her. Her gaze became steely and that akuma didn't stand a chance.

"Meet me at the tower in 15 minutes." Mari's voice was cold and serious. She gritted out attempting to process before swinging away.

"So Kitty anything you want to confess to or should I just tell you what I remember."

"Um... I'm.. I'm sorry," he was crestfallen.

"I'm not mad at you Adrien." she consoled. "It was a shock and I'm processing."

"I knew you didn't want to reveal and I'm sorry." He blurted, tears brimmed his eyes as he shrunk on himself.

"Hey, hey look at me." she placed her hands on his shoulders. "Would you believe me if I told you I used to have the biggest crush on you."

"You what?!"

"Ya but I just found out what a dork you are," she grinned flicking his nose.

"Am not!" he pouted.

"Are too Agreste."

"Fine, will you tell me who you are since you know me?

"Marinette. I'm Marinette, Adrien." she chuckled.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He looked hopeful.

'Sigh' "I'm sorry but no Adrien." he was going to protest but she stopped him. "Yes, I used to have a crush on you, but that kind of died after my 8,000 the death." he winced and she chuckled. "Adrien you are my best friend, no matter what Alya thinks. Your my partner and I trust you with my life, just not with the snake again," This time they both laughed.

"But the Ladybug and Black Cat are soulmates."

"Maybe we are. Just not romantically." she laughed at the confusion clear on his face. "there is more than one type of soulmates. I think we are more Platonic or even sibling soulmates."

"So you are like my sister, or should I say my soul sister."

"I guess you can see it that way."

"Hey soul sister." He had begun to sing.

"No don't!"

"Ain’t that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair you know." he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Definitely my brother, no romance." she deadpanned.

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Of all of those on the Miraculous team she is the only gray-soul. Everyone on the miraculous team has died at least a handful of times, but who hasn't in Paris. They asked her about it but it was always the same. Just her number rose each time.

A year later she and Adrien had swapped miraculous to practice with the other's power. Unfortunately she was hit before Vipereon was on the scene.

She was in the garden and she noticed him. "Oh!" she startled as did the boy. He was taller than her, black hair and ocean blue eyes. "Is it your first time?" She walked over to the podium.

"First time for what?" he asked.

"Here, dying." She shrugged. 34,999 she read a note that now appeared on her tablet. STOP DYING ALREADY!!! She chuckled at that.

"How are you so god damn calm about this! We're dead!" he screamed.

She gave him a bored look and pointed at the podium. He moved over to see what she was pointing at.

"What the Fuck! Okay so that explains how your so calm." On one side was Marinette her death total and her note, on the other side was the name Jason in elegant script and a single tally.

"So here's a run down. We are called Gray-souls this is the Go-Between or limbo. You can only die and revive once or ya know some 36 thousand times."

"You've actually died and revived that many times."

"Unfortunately." she gave him an eye roll and a small push.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"It's a long story and I don't know if I could finish it."

"Why wouldn't you, we have as much time as we want right now?"

"Once the cure is cast I'll be revived and that will be max 30 minutes."

"Fine, but you will tell me when we both get out of here."

"Okay!" She nodded and went to shake his hand.

"I'm Jason Peter Todd."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. How will we you know, know it's the other person?"

Jason's tablet seemed to answer as it glowed drawing their attention.

Look among the Bats and the Birds for,

the Ladybug among the Menagerie.

They both stared at those words recognizing which part meant them. Marinette was about to say something but felt the all too familiar pull.

"Until next time, Jason, or should I say Gray." she nudged him with her elbow.

"Smell ya later Marinette Gray." he nudged her back with a smirk.

She waved and vanished from the garden. She never told anyone what happened that time, but those words were a constant whisper in her head.

Next

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Starlight

Day 15 is now finisheeddd!! Marking the halfway point for Ladrien June :O. If you like it lemme know plzzz <3. It’s very fluffy which is my favorite haha :)

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Ladybug was sitting on a building near the Seine river, her eyes closed as she listened to the quiet, simple sounds of the water. It was a warm, perfect night. Stars flickered above her and the moon was full and bright. She sighed gently, her gaze fixed around the lights of the city around her. These were some of her favorite days. When she was able to sneak out and just listen to the soft chatter of civilians below her. Leaning her head back, she enjoyed the light brush of wind that blew against her. 

Blinking her eyes back open, Ladybug frowned in slight confusion when she spotted a familiar boy walking alone. His blonde hair gleamed in the starlight and she tilted her head as she watched him. It was late and Adrien should definitely be snuggled under the covers by now. Nibbling on her lower lip, she carefully debated with herself. Was there any point in going over there and asking him if something was wrong? 

After a few moments of scolding herself, she eventually sucked in a deep breath, swinging down to greet him. Giving him a shy smile as Adrien blinked at her in surprise, she asked, “What are you still doing awake? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Me either,” Ladybug giggled, content that he was alright. She then gestured up to her rooftop with another fond grin. “I usually go up there whenever I’m not tired and listen to the sounds of the waves. It never fails to calm me down.”

Adrien shot a longing glance up at the rooftop before bringing his green eyes back to hers. “That sounds lovely, Ladybug. I typically just take a walk whenever I can’t sleep.”

“Does it work?” 

“Sometimes,” Adrien sighed, glancing away from her as he stared over at the Seine. “Though I’ve been walking for quite a while today and I’m still wide awake.”

Ladybug felt a frown crease her brow. That just wouldn’t do. He deserved sleep. Especially with how busy his schedule was. Sucking in a deep breath for courage, she extended a hand out to him. Her face grew warm as she asked nervously, “I can take you somewhere... if you’d like. Maybe that would help?”

“R-really?” Adrien stuttered, his own cheeks turning a light shade of red as he gazed up at her. She simply nodded her head, causing him to gently place his hand in hers. 

Feeling rather brave, Ladybug pulled him to her tightly, enjoying the way he pressed up against her side. With a happy, giddy sigh, she threw her yo-yo, wrapping it around a building before she swung off with Adrien in her arms. Her grip tightened even more as he buried his face against her side. She turned a bright red, smiling down at him before bringing her focus back to their destination, the Eiffel Tower. When they landed, she carefully set Adrien down on the ground, murmuring quietly, “We’re here now.”

He gaped around at their surroundings, enjoying both the city’s bright lights and the beautiful stars lit up all around them. Ladybug watched him happily, enjoying his reaction. It was much the same as hers when she came here for the very first time. She felt both nervous and excited that Adrien was here with her. Usually, it was her and Chat who came here after a long day of patrol, but now she really got to be here with the love of her life. She was too lucky sometimes. 

“Wow,” Adrien whispered quietly, his wide eyes still taking in the sights before them. “This is gorgeous.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Ladybug beamed at him. “This is another one of my favorite spots to go to whenever I can’t sleep.”

He chuckled, his emerald eyes gleaming at her almost as brilliantly as the stars. “I can see why.”

She flushed before sitting down on the edge, sighing softly as she watched the civilians below her. Adrien sat down next to her and Ladybug tensed slightly as their sides brushed together. She clenched her fists as she fought the urge to press their lips together too.

Instead of giving in to the temptation, she gestured around them. “I think this is simply the best spot in Paris, don’t you? Plus, it’s all ours right now.”

Ladybug bumped her shoulder against his lightly and watched in satisfaction as his cheeks turned pink once again. She needed to find a way to get him to blush more often. He looked so adorable flustered.

“Y-yeah, definitely,” Adrien replied shyly before he turned his head, connecting their gazes. Her eyes widened as she blinked at him in surprise. She could honestly stare into his eyes forever. They were just so beautiful. It was silent for a few more moments, the two gazing into each other’s eyes. 

Eventually, Adrien turned his head away, breaking their small moment and Ladybug immediately scolded herself mentally. He’s going to think she’s such a dork! Why hadn’t she said anything?! Clearing her throat, she gazed steadfastly at the sky, refusing to get distracted again. “S-so, are you feeling sleepy at all?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, causing her to sneak a glance over at him. He was staring straight ahead as well. He swayed slightly, though, and she knew it was probably time for their little meeting to end. She didn’t need him to fall off the Eiffel Tower and wake up again.

Unable to stop herself from grinning with that little thought, Ladybug stood up, carefully pulling Adrien into her arms as she murmured, “We should probably get you home then.”

“Thanks.” He gave her a toothy grin sleepily before his eyes slowly shut. She smiled at him adoringly before tightening her grip on him, swinging them both to his mansion. She carefully set him down on his bed, ready to leave when his hand reached out to hold onto her wrist.

“Goodnight, Ladybug.” Adrien smiled brightly at her.

“Goodnight, Adrien,” she leaned down, brushing a kiss against his cheek before whispering softly, “Thank you for staying with me tonight.”

Ladybug gave him one last wave, watching happily as his eyes fluttered closed and stayed closed. After that, she whipped out her yo-yo for the last time, yawning quietly as she also couldn’t wait to collapse on her bed.

[cxmetery-gates]

OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS - DARK!TOM HIDDLESTON

CHAPTER TWO: FOR THE FIRST TIME

SUMMARY: Lynn meets the attractive English teacher, Mr. Tom Hiddleston. WORD COUNT: 3.1k NOTE: it’s 3:00 am but I don’t have a sleep schedule. Enjoy! WARNINGS: dark!tom hiddleston, teacher!tom hiddleston

OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS MASTERLIST

INSIDE IS HAVOC.

For some idiotic reason, most students somehow forget what classes they signed up for three months ago or lost their schedules (I still wonder how that happens) and thus, the front office is a mess of students asking for theirs, the lines bleeding out into the hall. Given this, getting around to head to the commons will be a mission in and of itself. I'm not hating on all of them. As a freshman I was in the same place, my shaky hands and nervously stuttering voice mirroring the kids that smell brand new. Hopefully, to avoid this debacle again, they'll write the classes down. I guarantee the already exhausted looking receptionists would agree.

I almost want to tell the small, thin girl who wrings her hands 'good luck' but I guarantee she'd faint by the time I open my mouth. Instead, Ellie and I keep walking past the crowd. Poor souls.

It takes a minute or so to reach the commons, the booming echoes of chatting teenagers on their first day back is a sound like no other. The voices create a paved path any newcomer could easily follow. It dawns on me now that this will be the last time I'll hear this sound. I solemnly smile.

"I'm telling you, Dunmer is the better race."

"Only an idiot would spew such ignorant bullshit! Everyone knows Khajiit are the superior race!"

"Says the guy who could pass as a furry."

My eyebrows raise once the familiar voices are heard. Of course, they sit alone and look as normal as ever. My heart dips into my stomach when one of the two glances up and bashfully raises a hand to wave. In his awkward state, his hand barely moves.

Ellie is the first to speak. "What are you guys fighting about now?"

The boy with the long black hair speaks first. "Dumbass over here thinks Dark Elves are the best characters in Skyrim." Gabriel Ahoka is one of the oldest friends I have and if there's anything I've learned from him, it's that he's right the majority of the time. Oh, and he has beautiful hair.

"Because I'm right!" I take a seat next to the self-proclaimed judge. His name is River Adams, and I think I've been in love with him since he told me I reminded him of Hermione Granger back in the fourth grade. I smile in his direction then tuck some hair behind my ear. A nervous twitch that doesn't get past Ellie's ever watchful eyes. I refuse to acknowledge her small smirk. Instead, we both join in on the two dorks' conversation.

Ellie rolls her big brown eyes at them. "I don't see what the fuss is about. You guys take your games too seriously."

Both River and Gabriel audibly gasp at her comment.

"Fine," Gabriel huffs looking in my direction. "What about you, Lynn-ykinz?"

I don't visibly react to his nickname. It's something I've been called for years now. Though I'd like to agree with River, it's something I can't do. "Dunmers—"

"Ha!"

"— are for pussies."

"Ha!" This laugh comes from the boy sitting across from me. Beside me, River makes a small "oh" and lowers his raised fists, his hooray coming to a short and final end. I chuckle at his reaction as I pass Gabriel a solid high five.

"What are your guys' schedules?" River asks a tiny bit of gloom and annoyance coating his words.

Fortunately, most of us are in similar classes and only have to be here for a little over half the day. Due to all of us sticking to the scheduling plan, we all were able to get almost all our required course and electives done. Instead of having seven classes in one day, we all have five. By the time lunch rolls around, we're free the rest of the afternoon, meaning much longer DND matches with the nerds and more gossip and jam times with the only other female in our group.

"So meet up at the library for lunch?" I confirm once more as the morning bell rings, signally to all the student and staff that the first day is about to begin. The three people around me reply in agreement, and we head out. For the first hour of the day as well as the last, we're in different places. I'm not sure where the others are going, but I begin my journey to the library, one of my all-time favorite places.

I walk through the doors and slide over the counter, careful not to be seen but not careful enough. I plop in my seat at the front desk as someone walks up behind me.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you to go through the gate. It's literally five feet away, Lynn!" I send a humored smile to the woman walking behind me, a rather large stack of books in her arms.

I stand up and begin taking ones off the top. "Five feet of unnecessary effort, in my opinion."

"And playing parkour in the library is?" Mrs. Gibbons says, deadpanning.

"To each their own."

She sighs but then laughs. "How was your summer, kid?"

"Pretty decent." I now have half the stack in my arms, and I follow behind her. "My mom and I went to Arizona for a few days and then Seattle for a week. We didn't have much time, but we drove through somewhere in Canada on the way back just because."

Mrs. Gibbons sets the books down on a cart where there are a couple of rows on the bottom already filled. Taking her lead, I lower my stack to the opposite side and begin placing them side by side. I presume these are outdated and to be sold or given away. "What's in Arizona and Seattle?"

A smile hits my face immediately. "There's a college in Flagstaff with a great writing program. I went on a day trip around the campus. And Seattle is just someplace we wanted to visit."

"That's so good to hear, hon! Are you considering?"

I lean back against the counter right behind me as my mentor continues to shelve books. "It's a little far."

Turning to face me, Mrs. Gibbons send me a confused stare. "I thought you wanted to get away from this god-forsaken state?"

She's right. All I've wanted since my father left was to get out of Missouri (or Misery, if anyone's asking). My mom and I left Maine a long time ago go escape unimaginable horrors, but I wasn't expecting those nightmares to follow me here. The move was negligent in getting us away from memories a selfish prick poisoned and to start new somewhere far away, where no one knows me as the girl with a deadbeat dad. In this small town, everyone knows everything. I'd like to escape, to be a complete stranger to everyone.

But Arizona is a couple of thousand miles away from the place I grew up in, my home. I feel incredibly guilty about considering a college so far away from the woman who has taken care of me on her own since I entered elementary school, who has taught me that voicing my opinion and being honest is valued more than timidity and who told me that no man should ever keep a thumb on me. The other influencers in my life are also staying around here. Ellie has been accepted in a very pretentious private school for the Fine Arts a couple of cities over while River and Gabe are thinking about community college before making the jump into university. While solitude and adventures are what I crave, everyone who keeps my sanity in control is here.

I sigh, crossing my arms. "I do, but... I'm just not sure what I really want. Like, I would kill to get out of here, but what if everywhere is worse?"

"Trust me; there's nowhere worse than southwest Missouri, hon."

Again, she has a point.

I hum in response. There a brief moment of silence as we shelve old, dusty books. "So how was your summer?"

Mrs. Gibbons smile kindly, fawning over memories I doubt. "Richie took two weeks off, and we went Fiji. It was so beautiful. The water is clear, the people are wonderful, and the food– oh my God, the food." I secretly have a small thing for Richard Gibbons, or, as his wife calls him, Richie. This "thing" isn't a crush or infatuation by any means, but when he walks into the library on random occasions, he has a natural gift to swoon anyone he encounters. I've unfortunately fallen victim to his charisma a few times. He's an image of the wealthy 1930's businessman with modern values and beliefs weaved in his fine suits. Mr. Gibbons might be my mother's age, or possibly older, but I have to say, Mrs. Gibbons is quite the lucky woman.

I chuckle at her. "I'm sometimes surprised you haven't filed for early retirement."

"Richie makes quite the cash, but how and I supposed to entertain myself when he's gone ten hours a day and then for weeks on end?" Mrs. Gibbons pauses and looks around her library, then back to me. The growing crows feet wrinkle into a smile. "And besides, I can't leave my favorite kids behind, now can I?"

"I guess you can't," I reply.

Ten minutes later, I'm back at my desk. Well, technically mine, Mrs. Gibbons, and the other kid who helps out during school hours. I've never met them, so I'm not sure who exactly they are. Anyway, the "desk" is a long bar that has a foot-high wall that stretches all the way down to the ends, creating a divider between my computer and a student or faculty member. The top of this divider is flat, forming a plane in which books or arms can be set on. Most of the time, books scatter the top, but since it's the first day, the library is not only spotlessly clean but deadly empty.

That is until someone catches my attention. Sitting at the far side of the desk, I'm able to see who is coming a mile before he steps through the open library doors. This time was no different.

With long, lean legs and a towering height walks in none other than Mr. Tom Hiddleston.

Easily being the hottest teacher of all time, I feel a blush beginning to creep up my cheeks just at the mere sight of him. Apart from his 6'2 figure, he sports tame yet still curly reddish-brown hair, divine enough for the gods, if he isn't one already. Mr. Hiddleston's cheekbones and jawline remind me of razors, which I would feel honored to be cut by. However, his eyes are a color I can't pick out. Because I've never been in close proximity, my guess, from my distance, is green, or maybe blue. The ambiguity makes him all the more interesting. I wonder if he has some long-distance vibe because as soon as I look up to see him, Mrs. Gibbons is right out front— and missing her cardigan. I raise my brows at her from the swivel chair, but her eyes are focused down and away from me. Elbowing her slightly, I nod once, doing a run over of her exposed arms and a little cleavage. Jokingly, she swats my arms and blushes scarlet. I begin to laugh, somehow holding most in when Mr. Hiddleston walks in.

"Hello, Ruby," he smiles softly. As if he wasn't attractive enough, the man has a damn British accent. It's almost as if he's trying to stick out among the hicks. "It's good to see you. How was your summer, darling?"

If her fingers weren't wrapped around the edge of the desk, I guarantee she would have fallen over. Honestly, I would have done the same. "Absolutely marvelous! Fiji is a beautiful place. I imagine you would like it there."

I make the snarky note that she left her husband out of the conversation. Thinking about it, I try to glance over at her left hand to check if anything is missing.

Zoning out the best I could, I file through the library's emails and begin writing down books teachers are requesting. Like usual, the freshmen English teachers ask for The Great Gatsby, and the sophomore teachers need 1984. Due to being taught-in-class books, I scoot back in my chair to make a beeline to the back room and take the note with me, the sticky top staying attached to my fingertips.

"Oh, Lynn?" I hear Mrs. Gibbons call out.

I just entered the back room, so I comically poked my head out. "You called?"

I seem to humor both parties, a smile etched on their face. "Could you get the copies of Of Mice and Men?" My vision glances over to the teacher behind the desk for a short moment. His tall frame leans on the counter, arms crossed on the platform, apparently indicating familiarity and comfort in the room. I catch his stare. I realize now his eyes are in fact blue.

Nodding, I duck back into the room, setting my sticky note to the side. During the time I have to gather the fifteen or so books, I allow my reddening cheeks to cool off by taking long breaths. "Don't be weird, Lynn," I whisper to myself, extending my arms out towards the collection of novels. "He's just a hot teacher. Calm yourself."

Finishing the stack, I wrap my arms around the tower, huffing as I do. I carefully whisk myself towards the open door, making a mental note to go back to my list.

Mrs. Gibbons and Mr. Hiddleston chat among themselves not too far from where I left. Now sitting in her swivel chair, typing away feverishly on her computer, and keeping a conversation going, the librarian doesn't notice my return, though the man across does. He nods in my direction. The simplest gesture is somehow insanely attractive. Mrs. Gibbons looks over her shoulder, sending me a smirk. "Oh, there you are! Thought I lost you."

I fake a small laugh. "I'm surprised I didn't; it's quite the mess back there," I tease, waddling over to the counter. "Where would you like 'em, boss?" I'm not sure who I would refer to, glancing once at Mr. Hiddleston, to Mrs. Gibbons, then back to the stack in my arms.

"Would you mind escorting me to my classroom? I tend to be clumsy at times." With a warm smile, Mr. Hiddleston glances down to Mrs. Gibbons, awaiting her approval.

At that moment, I'm not sure if I would love or hate to go. On the one hand, I get to spend time with Mr. Hiddleston, every horny teenager's dream. On the other, I'm alone with Mr. Hiddleston, someone I've never had a conversation with let alone a 'hello' until minutes ago. Knowing my luck, I will somehow embarrass myself in front of him. It wouldn't be the end of the world since I don't have any of his classes nor do I have classes near his, but God I would feel like a fool for the rest of my life.

But, hey, he's something pretty to look at.

"Yeah, I don't mind. Is that okay, Mrs. Gibbons? I promise I won't bail on you," I say.

The librarian nods her head, fixing her glasses. "Of course, go right ahead! There isn't much to do now anyway. Just make sure you're back before the bell rings."

"Don't worry, Ruby. I won't keep her long," Mr. Hiddleston reassures.

I wouldn't be opposed if you did, I think to myself. The comment makes me blush, even going to my ears. Some reasons how I could be kept late quickly flash by and I find myself wishing I had not taken Mr. Hiddleston's offer. With my skin still burning, I make my way around the front desk as he follows me on the other side. The gate is shut, and due to my arms being preoccupied, I realized I might have to swing it using my hip, nothing too abnormal. I helped out Mrs. Gibbons last year and would do the same thing when my arms were full. However, Mr. Hiddleston was not accustomed to my way of opening the gate. Just as I go to butt it, Mr. Hiddleston reaches out. In an awkward exchange, Mr. Hiddleston's hand, which was aiming to wrap around the gate, collides on my hip instead.

It's nothing terribly exciting but enough to get a gasp and a jealous exchange from Ellie, and damn right I'll take that.

He pauses barely a second before quickly retracting his arm to his side. A blush of the same shade of scarlet cover our cheeks, an awkward laugh bubbling out.

"I'm sorry," I shyly push out.

Shaking his head, now making sure his hand is on the gate, Mr. Hiddleston bashfully looks down and opens up the exit for me. "Don't be, love. It was my fault."

"If you want to be the culprit, be my guest," I reply sassily. I don't want to see if my comment amused him or caused a cringe, so I don't look up. Instead, I look around for something to make our trip easier. "Did you want me to get a cart instead of carrying them up? It's up to you."

Shrugging, Mr. Hiddleston begins taking books from the stack, leaving me with less than half. "I don't mind walking if you don't mind. I missed my morning jog, so I'm trying to compromise the best I can."

I nod and kindly smile, even though my insides and my weak muscles are upset I took on the mission. "Walking it is then. Lead the way!"

Mr. Hiddleston turns on his heel, passing a smile to Mrs. Gibbons. "Thank you for letting me steal your little helper."

"Just return her the way she's leaving," Mrs. Gibbons retorts.

"We'll see," he replies, sending me a smirk and a wink. If the man wanted to turn my knees into jelly, he already succeeded from the first introduction. Now he's just teasing my flustered heart. "Just this way, love," Mr. Hiddleston tells me. I'm too afraid to speak, so I nod, smile, and follow beside him up the staircase.

[lunarfeat21]

I’m not original about this...

Meet Flint Striker (a.k.a Salvia Hutch)

Cybertronian name: Flint Striker

Gender: female

Age: 19 (dang she’s very young compared to the rest of the crew)

Alt mode: Eurofighter Typhoon

Nicknames:

Flint (called by most cybertronians)

Flinty (Ramjet, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Sari, Thundercracker, & Skywarp)

Strikes (Thundercracker & Bumblebee)

Tiny (Slipstream & Skywarp)

Young Star (Starscream)

Height: roughly the same size as Optimus Prime (noted: look at her refer, you may see the red bars indicate height thanks to this refer)

Flint is a small seeker (probably 2-3 smaller than Starscream), and she was once with and under the influence of Starscream (since he was the one who found her unconscious). Under Starscream’s wing, she was well taught of flight and combat, and in return Starscream praised her as his second in command.

During the duration of a year, she & Star has a strong (father and daughter) bond, Flint never felt loved in her life. Until Starscream clawed her for helping team Prime with a Allspark shard, punishing her as Starscream’s clones (except for Skywarp) starts to berated and one of them kicked the living spark out of Flint. After the kick, Star and the clones realized their mistake as Flint jetted away to Earth spark broken which ruined their closeness.

Around midnight while lost in the city to search for the Autobots that she helped, she was starving and low of energon as she collapsed. She was ready for her life to end, ‘till two vehicles, a small yellow cop car and green military vehicle (Bulkhead and Bumblebee) found her.

Many weeks since the incident, Flint was first skittish around the Autobots, Optimus and the rest were patient as they gently introduced themselves to her. They showed her around their humble abode, Bumblebee & Sari taught Flint to play video games, Bulkhead teaches her to created art (she liked popsicles and glue), and Ratchet monitor Flint’s health and giving her life lessons.

Optimus always check Flint from time to time, making sure that she is content and soon taught her to be a crew member. Flint can’t get over that aura every time the Prime takes action, either scolding or praising his crew.

Especially during combat against the Decepticons, Bumblebee loves to chat about the times they fought the ‘Cons, it astonished Flint.

One day while looking for an Allspark shard location in some river with the ‘Bots (Flint insisted on going with them for the first time as aerial support), three ‘Cons (Lugnut, Megatron, and Blitzwing) and a battle ensues. At one point, the ‘Cons held Flint as a hostage and demanded the Allspark shard.

Optimus commanded the Decepticon leader to release Flint, it really irritated Megatron as he shot the Prime (knocking him unconscious) as the team scrambled to help Optimus up.

Megatron done goofed up...

Flint started to become violent, extremely violent as she breaks free from Lugnut, grabbed him and Blitzwing, and yeeted the two at Megatron (which he dodged).

Flint is now out for blood (in this case, energon) as she grabbed Optimus’ battle axe and swung the non blade part of the axe, essentially beating the living shit out of him with all her rage.

While watching in awed & horror, the Autobots (also Optimus now awoke) managed to get Flint and escaped from Megatron (who was covered in dents and admire the little Seeker’s rage).

Late one evening while most of the crew are asleep, Optimus asked Flint about her sudden outburst. Flint tried to lie, but told Optimus that she is once human, she interacted with an Allspark shard and it changed her to what she is now. Flint continued on, telling her sad story of her human life, then her leaving Starscream.

Being the awkward dork (dad) that he is, Optimus hugged Flint as he told her about his academy days and friends, all the while Flint snuggled against Prime. She feels so bad for him... They’re so similar about their upbringings, but in different circumstances.

By the next day, Sentinel (Jazz, Jetfire, and Jetstorm) drop by to check on Prime and his team (hearing rumors about a new recruit), Sentinel acted all high and mighty until he saw Flint... he was disgusted of what he sees! A seeker! A small seeker! Jazz, in the other hand, was chill and interested. A small seeker? Cool. The twins were excited and surprised. A small flying seeker! Awesome!

Sentinel was not having it and he immediately makes indirect (or direct) xenophobic comments about Flint’s appearance (especially her size!) and how she should be brought to the (whatever they do to war criminals), Optimus tried to calm Sentinel (along with Jazz).

Let’s just say, Flint hates Sentinel and bit him in the aft... (screw u Sentinel)

Edit: this all takes place after Prowl’s sacrifice, my bad

Flint’s previous form

Human name: Salvia Hutch (a.k.a. Flint Striker)

Gender: female

Age: 19 (sub-adult)

Nicknames:

Unknown

Small fact:

Salvia has an obsession with aircraft and wants to fly as a small child, ask her about her favorites & you might sleep through hours of her knowledge of fighting aircrafts...

Background:

Salvia Hutch wasn’t always what she was before her transformation, as she was given to foster care by her birth mother when she was 3 months old. From family to family, she never had any experiences of what a loving family is, the families she stayed were often using her to get the money that the government gave for Salvia.

As Salvia grew older, she developed panic attacks from the abuse from the Hutch family (where is she stayed with a mother and her 3 daughters from 16-18), the mother would toss plates at her and screamed at Salvia for the smallest thing. Two of Hutch sisters were as people called them real ‘hooligans’, as they fill a bag of heavy flour and constantly hit Salvia (only leaving bruises on her lower right calf).

Also, they chased and threatened Salvia (and their little submissive sister, who is also their seasonal victim) with a knife.

One chilly night of her 19th birthday, when the mother and the two sisters were asleep, Salvia sat on her small mattress (on a small door where they kept her), the little sister quietly opened and urged Salvia to pack what she needed. Salvia asked and the sister confessed that she called the police for child abuse, and that sentence made Salvia grabbed her small bag with important items.

As she gathered her belongings, the sister gave a envelope with money (that she stole from her mother), saying that she might needed to get whatever she go. Salvia thanked her foster sister and prayed that nothing ever happens to her and bid goodbye.

Now made it to the outskirts of Detroit and into the wooded vacay, Salvia cried, she was free, but where she can stay? She wished she could take her little foster sister, but she can’t think that she provide anything.

Everything her foster mom told her that the world doesn’t like her and nobody ever loved her except the Hutch family. Every toxic word poured into Salvia’s mind, the more she believed, the more power she gave to the foster mom.

Then, it came...

Something glowed on the dense grass, she can see it. Salvia walked over to the spot where it shimmers of her presence, she can feel it’s life force? She picked it up.

A small fragment of some stone, it’s aura pulsed and ignited in front of Salvia as she felt burning inside. What did she touched!? It’s hurting her!

And everything went dark as a roar of a particular magenta colored harrier jet approached...

[rosesisupposes]

Other Half

hi i was haunted with the idea of subverting a soulmate trope after a chat with @potestessemagishomosexualitatis and it evolved in like a day on discord so here y’all go!

relationships: brotherly prinxiety, QPR moceit, romantic royality, implied/eventual anxceit

content tags: musician roman, techie/sound-guy Virgil, deaf Patton, QPRs, amatonormativity, soulmates & lack thereof, happy ending

word count: 2,847

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Roman has half a soulmark, waiting to make skin contact with his Soulmate to finally be completed.

His brother, not so much.

Context: In this world, soulmates have half a symbol somewhere on their skin, each with one half. When soulmates have skin contact for the first time, both marks complete. The amatonormativity (prioritizing romantic love) is very strong, despite the fact that soulmates have frequently been platonic, not just romantic. It’s still a rather progressive idea, similar to gay marriage, and the traditions and stories are all centered around that romantic ideal. In that vein, some people have thirds or fourth of a mark would need to contact all their soulmates to have a complete mark. Marks are very much for One Person (or, occasionally, Two or Three Specific People), and so not everyone meets their mate. Not everyone has the means. They could be anywhere in the world! But unfortunately, there's still an idea that even if you're with a partner, you'd leave them if you met your soulmate, and that other relationship are just settling.

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Enter two brothers.

Roman goes starry-eyed over stories of meet-cutes and surprise soulmates. He wants to know if he'll feel it, as his mark completes. Someday, when he meets his Someone™️!!!

And then his brother, Virgil.

Virgil... doesn't have a mark. He's not sure he's heard of that before. He has some freckles, but those fade with the seasons. Soulmarks don't fade.

Roman has half a circle, and it either has petals or rays around it. A flower or a sun, he thinks. It's right on his bicep, so he frequently goes sleeveless, and greets new people by taking both their hands in his every time. Just in case.

Lots of people do that- but it makes Virgil uncomfortable. Even if he knows he'll never be the one to trigger someone's mark, he hates knowing that's what everyone expects. He'd rather keep his hands to himself. He wears his big baggy hoodie to avoid the expectant stares of people looking for his mark, and avoids skin contact as much as he can.

They grow up in a family without a ton of resources, so neither can afford to take the 'Soul Year' some teens do where they travel before going into higher education. But Roman's determined that his career will help him meet hundreds, no, thousands of people, and he will find his soulmate!

Virgil really doesn't love the whole soulmate thing, the obsession with it, the constant reminder that he doesn’t have one and will never have one. But he does love his brother.

He tries, sometimes, to temper Roman's excitement just to make sure it doesn't hurt too much if he never finds The One. But mostly he just listens as Roman waxes poetic about his hypothetical love.

Roman, for several years, went silent, assuming Virgil wouldn't want to hear it. But Virgil has just kinda accepted it, you know? He's basically like everyone who never ends up meeting their mate, except he gets to skip the years of doubt and worry that their mate might suddenly appear at any time. He knows from the get-go. He’ll never have to look back with regret or sorrow, never have to worry about disrupted relationships, never need to mourn that his hypothetical mate might have died before he could meet them. It’s fine, really.

Roman becomes a singer and songwriter, and acts on the side. Virgil does his cover art and helps him with the sound-mixing. They're a great team - and they always have been.

Virgil makes friends with the roadies and techies, happy to leave Roman in the spotlight. He dates, sometimes. It's easier when they go on tour- a short international stay means no promises, no uncomfortable conversations about the future, no intrusive knowledge of a partner's Someone™️ out there.

After years of touring, Roman is internationally known and recognized. But he's also starting to lose hope.

He's lost count of all the meet-and-greets he's been to, how many hands he's grabbed from the stage into the crowd. He makes sure to at least high-five every roadie and tech, every opening act or announcer. His songs range from fantastical to domestic, from sweet and bubbly to sorrowful and yearning, and he loves creating, he does. But he knows there's someone out there for him, and he wants to meet them so, so badly.

They're in Paris for a show, and Virgil and Roman are strolling along the Seine. It's Spring, Roman's favorite time of year, and all the trees are in bloom. It looks like something out of a Hallmark movie.

Roman sighs heavily.

Virgil bumps him with an elbow. "Hey, no moping. That's my aesthetic, no stealing."

"Vee, what if I don't ever meet them?"

"Ro-"

"I know I should keep hoping, but- I've touched so many people and still haven't found them, what if I never will?"

"Then you'll be like most of us, Ro. Find love & companionship the new way: with hard work and dating apps."

Roman nods, but sighs again. "I just... really wanna, Vee." His voice is small, like a pouting kid. 

"I know. I hope you do."

They keep walking, but Roman's practically shuffling. On the one hand, he is a fucking drama queen.

On the other hand, Virgil wants him to feel better. 

Rolling his eyes, Virgil orders ice cream from a vendor in clumsy but serviceable French and presents Roman with his sprinkle-covered cone. Just like he knew it would, it perks him up immediately.

"Chocolate! My favorite!!"

"How are you possibly older than me. You are five."

"I just have childlike wonder, not a well of ennui!"

"Fuckin' dork."

"Edgy poser."

"Prima donna."

"Nerd."

Distracted, Roman walks straight into a man looking off at the river. He stumbles and trips and they both fall.

"Oh goodness gracious, forgive me, excusez moi, je suis desole! Pardonnez-moi!" he rattles off.

The man smiles, and his hands dance. Virgil realizes he's signing. Sorry, I didn't see you there!

 Luckily, Virgil understands it - he’s taken classes in ASL, just for kicks.

Roman knows very little sign, but he learned a couple of phrases. Sorry!

Virgil adds, It was our fault, we weren't watching.

Virgil recognizes the starry-eyed look on his brother's face. It's yet another Infatuation At First Sight, where he throws his whole heart into hoping. 

"Vee, Vee, ask him his name please?" he says, smiling for all he's worth at the curly-haired man in front of him.

Before Virgil gets a chance, he sees the man's eyes flick up and past them, and he breaks into a sunny smile. (Virgil might actually understand his brother's infatuation, for once)

Another person comes over, holding two ice creams. Virgil does a slight double-take. Like him, this newcomer chooses not to show very much skin. But they've covered even their hands. Ice cream somehow looks funny in a gloved hand.

Handing one to the first man, they start signing with one hand, far faster than he can follow. He catches a couple of signs he recognizes - gestures to himself & Roman, are you okay, something that either is we're late or shoo.

The first man is still smiling, though, and whatever he says must be okay, because the newcomer turns to them. They speak with a lilting accent, something not quite Parisian. "Please forgive my barging in- I can't exactly call for Patton from across the walkway.  My name is Dante. And you are?"

"I'm Roman, and this is Virgil, and it is wonderful to meet you!"

Virgil signs along with his brother's words, and sees Patton's eyes crinkle happily as he greets them both.

Roman has clearly also noticed Dante's gloves, but turns to Patton. With a slight bit of hesitation, he speaks and signs at once, "May I shake your hand?"

Virgil is sure he's not imagining the minute pursing of Dante's lips, but Patton's nodding and reaching out and so is Roman.

Roman is clearly holding his breath, and Virgil is too, both braced for opposite outcomes. But Patton's small, tan hand is wrapped in Roman's larger one and both sets of eyes are huge. 

Virgil's eyes flick to Roman's bicep, exposed as always, the white mark a stark contrast to his dark skin, looking like a sun or maybe a flower and-

"Holy shit-" Virgil breathes.

Roman, however, is not looking at his arm. He's staring directly into Patton's dark eyes with a smile that looks confused and elated all at once, and their hands haven't parted. 

Patton's eyes are just a huge, even huger thanks to his glasses.

"It's you," Roman says, wonder in his voice. Patton seems to read his lips, because he smiles somehow even bigger than before and signs It's you! back.

And sure enough, the mark on Roman's arm is a full circle, a full sun or flower, and Virgil's head is reeling.

Virgil's not sure what to say- the two soulmates seem content to keep staring and smiling and holding hands. But Virgil's just... nervous. Soulmate or not, this ‘Patton’ is a stranger, but Roman looks like he might never move from his side. Fuck, they can't even communicate both ways, Roman knows practically no sign and he just used up the only full sentence he’s ever learned.

He looks nervously at Patton's companion. Dante is staring too, seemingly unaware of the ice cream dripping down their glove.

Dante starts to sign something, realizes Patton can't see them, reaches out to tap Patton on the shoulder, then stops before they can touch, hand falling to their side. They look down and finally notice their ice cream, and blanch, pulling out napkins to clean their glove before it stains.

Virgil digs into his knapsack and pulls out a wet wipe and offers it. "This might help more."

Dante looks up, staring at Virgil without a shred of comprehension until Virgil waves the wipe once more. They take it with a quiet, "Merci."

They turn away, wiping off their glove and tossing the rest of their ice cream into the trash. They wiggle their fingers, clearly uncomfortable with the damp fabric. 

Virgil shifts awkwardly. He should say something, but what do you even say in this situation? He has no idea what their relation is to Pat- oh fuck, what if they were dating and Roman's just swooped in and ruined it?

In his tried-and-true method of awkward small talk with new roadies in new cities, he says, in French, "So, Paris, yeah? Know any good cafes near here?"

Dante shakes themself a bit and turns to look at Virgil. "Ah, yes. There's a patisserie just on the next block. Shall we relocate them and stop blocking the tourists?"

Virgil nods and looks over at his brother. He weighs his options of interruption, and decides on flicking Roman in the temple.

"Ow! Fuck! Vee!?!"

"You're blocking traffic, dumbass."

"I'm having a moment."

"Well come have a mocha. You can keep having your moment and I can have coffee. C'mon." 

He sees Dante signing to Patton too, explaining the plan but much more politely. Roman and Patton continue holding hands, but follow them down the block.

They get Roman and Patton sitting at a table in a picturesque cafe, and walk to the bar to order. Virgil orders his go-to of a double shot and gets Roman his mocha. Dante orders themself a latte and a vanilla cappuccino for Patton. Sitting at the bar waiting, Virgil looks over.

"So. That lunkhead over there is my brother."

Dante nods. "And Patton is my. Well. You might not know what it means, so don't immediately freak out, okay? But it's called a queerplatonic partner."

Virgil can feel the nervousness melt away. "Oh, phew. Yeah, I know what it means. So Roman's not homewrecking by being a discovered soulmate?"

"Well. I certainly hope not. But I know not everyone really, uh. Gets it. Especially with the soulmate sh- stuff. Things."

Virgil grins. "You were about to say soulmate shit, weren't you."

"...No."

"You're a terrible liar."

Dante winks. "I might surprise you."

Virgil raises an eyebrow. "Oh that's how we're gonna play it?"

"I don't play, monsieur. I just win."

"Okay then, here's a test. Why the gloves?"

Dante automatically goes to adjust them, and looks up at Virgil. Their eyes drift down to his hoodie and back up. "I think you know exactly why."

"You don't have-?"

"Nope. I don't have one either."

"I thought I was-"

"The only one?"

"Apparently not."

Virgil looks over at Patton, sitting with Roman. They don't seem to be even attempting to talk still, just staring and holding hands.

"With the QPP- are you aromantic? Do you think that's why?" He gestures vaguely at their whole body, but he’s never been quite as elegant in his gestures as Roman is.

Dante opens their mouth to speak, but stops, and sighs. "That's what I've been saying. It was easier, to say maybe this was for a purpose. And I do love Patton with all my platonic heart and I will kill your brother if he hurts him."

"The feeling’s mutual."

"But, no. I'm not fully aro. I still have romantic attraction and all that, I've just been guaranteed that even if I want it, I'll always be someone's secondary love so. Might as well lean in, right? Make the system work somewhat in my favor?"

Virgil opens his mouth to respond, to object, when the barista calls out their drinks, and then they're carefully carrying full mugs across the cafe and finding a table next to the couple.

Patton appears to be teaching Roman how to sign his name. Roman is even managing to pay attention.

"I get that, uh, reluctance. The playing-it-safe thing," Virgil says quietly, so only Dante can hear. "We travel a lot. That's a good excuse to avoid the whole fucking system. No conversations about who'll leave who when the mark shows up, because I'll be leaving in a month, tops. And people looking for hookups barely poke you to check for the mark before just... getting on with life. No expectations, no holding their breath or unrealistic disappointment."

Dante smiles weakly. "Well, good to know for when I need to start dating. I think I'm about to have a lot more free time."

"Until Roman needs to travel on again. We're here for three full weeks, but-"

"What is it you do, that you both travel so much?"

"You know Sun Prince, the singer?"

"Yeah?"

"You're looking at him," Virgil says wryly, tipping his head in Roman's direction.

Dante's eyes go wide. "Oh, that's why he looks familiar."

"So Patton probably didn’t recognize him either?"

"Nah, he tends to like EDM and electronic things the most, for the bassline. Clubbing with a deaf partner is great - the priority is just feeling the music, and we don't have to yell to hear each other."

Virgil and Dante continue to chat quietly on casual topics, but Virgil's leg is bouncing. He wants to ask the bigger questions, but it feel like prying. It's none of his business, really, right? 

But it's Roman's happiness on the line. And Virgil will do anything and everything to protect his brother. Even if it means awkwardness.

"So, uh. Did y'all have the Conversation™️ before now?"

Dante raises a questioning eyebrow in response.

"The 'what happens if he meets his soulmate' conversation. Don't tell me Pat's the only one you've ever dated?"

Dante blinks in a way that implies that were they a lesser being, they might have blushed. "Actually, he is. But yes, we've had that conversation. I'll never get in the way of Pat's romantic love and his soulmate… destiny, ou comme tu veux. I just want to still have a part in his life."

They're tugging at their gloves again, even though their face remains smooth. Virgil recognizes a nervous tic when he sees one. And god does he recognize the sentiment.

Not that any of his past partners had ever wanted to stick around in return. Why would they? He wasn't their soulmate. They hadn't decided to "settle" yet.

"I can't speak for him, but- I think Roman will be open to that," Virgil offers. "He loves performing, so we'll probably still be traveling a fair amount. But I mean. I think he'd understand that you two are a unit the same way me and him are. Like, yeah, we're brothers, but we've been each other's lifeline our whole lives, and that's not about to change. Even if he's finally found his Other Half."

Dante looks up gratefully. "I can tell you love him. And- I hope you're right."

"I should be. If Roman's a dick about it, I'll smack him upside the head."

That surprises a laugh out of Dante. They finally pull off their glove entirely, shaking it out and letting it dry on the table. "I won't interfere with them, you'll encourage Roman to not interfere with us. Do we have a deal, then?"

They offer their bare hand to shake. For once, Virgil doesn't hesitate, but takes it immediately.

Skin hits skin. Virgil finds an agreeable little shudder running down his spine as he appreciates for the first time how attractive this person is. Elegant chestnut curls, heterochromatic eyes that are dancing with delight, and disarming smile. 

Dante winks as they withdraw their hand. "What, not going to check for your completed mark now, just in case?"

Virgil grins back. "No, but I can help you look for yours later, if you want."

"Is that a proposition? Monsieur, goodness, you move fast," Dante replies, fluttering their eyelashes.

Virgil shrugs. "It could be one. You know, we're clearly gonna be around each other a lot. They found each other the old fashioned way. Maybe we could try something a bit... less traditional."

Dante smiles. "I'd like that a lot, Virgil. Should we break into cloud nine over there and ask them about the future now?"

Virgil nods. Soulmark or not, the future's looking pretty good.

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Just the Way You Are

I decided to IDK...write a ReeKai fic...cause why not?

Letting y’all know I might regret writing this tomorrow and might delete it, IDK XD.

Rated T for some swearing.

So here, have this bullshit I wrote in three days:

“...Hey...Kai’s been acting weird lately, don’t you think?”

Adam’s question startled Reeve.

He was, once again, extremely close with his old friends Mira and Adam. The entire “second round” incident, as everyone liked to call it, changed his relationship with the two for the better, especially with Adam. The two fought way less than they did before he even eavesdropped on their conversation with Mira.

He was also fairly close with Vanessa as well. He looked passed her mistakes, and she’s been a pretty chill person to hang out with. All three of these people, he could say with confidence, he could read pretty well. He could usually tell how they felt with each moment.

...Him and Kai though...

He could tell that Kai was also pretty close with Mira and Adam, and they’ve developed a special sibling bond with Vanessa it seems. But despite the fact that both of them are very close with the same friends...they never really interacted with each other.

Sure, him and Kai would sometimes converse with each other, but it wasn’t often, and always with the others, where it was more a group chat than anything. Him and Kai were simply acquaintances. Acquaintances that got along pretty well, but it never became anything more than that. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in getting to know the red-head better...it just kind of...never happened. The two only ever saw each other when someone from the group was also around.

Adam’s question startled Reeve because, unlike the others, who probably instantly noticed these changes Adam was referring to, Reeve only realized the change in that exact moment. Because he wasn’t close to Kai, he didn’t pay attention to him much. It was only when he quickly looked back at his interactions with Kai this month that he realized that, yes, Kai was acting a bit strange.

The dork was the type to stick chopsticks up his mouth and make walrus noises as a joke. The type to develop gadgets that had a 50/50 chance of either working spectacularly or burn the house down. Luckily he had his fire controlling powers, which he gloated about every 10 minutes or so. Kai was a fucking nerd, but not in a bad way, at least to Reeve. Kai’s quirks were charming.

...Lately however, Kai had begun to quiet down. He spoke less often, and the topics he brought up were a lot more general. “Have you heard of the latest Movie Weirdie implemented! A cult classic! I’ve always wanted to watch it!” Was replaced with, “So how was your day?” He gloated less, he didn’t do the stupid chopstick thing anymore, and most importantly...he looked sad.

“...Now that I think about it...yeah...he kind of has...” Reeve responded, shifting his comfortable position on Adam’s couch, and pausing Fire emblem on his switch.

Adam had returned from his trip to the kitchen, placing the last bowl of popcorn onto the nearby coffee table. 5 in total, for five people. It was movie night, and the others haven’t arrived yet. “I want to talk with him later...ask him what’s going on. I’m worried, he isn’t himself.”

“So why haven’t you?” Reeve questioned his best friend, who sighed and shook his head, collapsing into the couch behind him, and pushing Reeve’s feet out of the way. “I’ve been trying to speak with him in private for a week now. He always has some sort of excuse. Heck, sometimes he even says he has to leave early! Remember a few days ago at the fair, when Kai announced his parents called and he needed to go home to deal with some issues? That was directly after I asked him if we could talk in private near the river.”

Reeve narrowed his eyes at this piece of information. It was definitely worrying. “...Suspicious.” Reeve commented. “...What do you think could be wrong though-”

“Sup guys!” Shouted a familiar, lilting voice, who barged through the door and appeared from the doorway to the living room. Vanessa was, as usual, stylishly dressed for the occasion. Mira, meanwhile, who followed shortly behind, was dressed for comfort first. “...You two look gloomy. Is something wrong?” Mira inquired.

The girls were quickly filled in by Adam, who both instantly agreed with his reasoning. “Yeah, Kai has been acting strange lately!” Vanessa sighed out, gently massaging her neck. “I’ve asked him time and time again if he was OK and every time I ask he looks more and more depressed!”

“...Yeah, something’s definitely off about Kai...especially since he texted me he’s not coming over a few minutes ago.”

Everyone gawked at Mira’s confession.

Kai never missed movie night. Everyone had opted out at least once, but not him. Kai was the one that started the entire thing in the first place! And he used to pick all the movies before they all established a rotation system recently.

This night would have been Kai’s turn to pick the movie, but he surprisingly declined. “I don’t have anything good I can think of right now. Sorry! Vanessa can go ahead and pick one.” Was what they remembered him saying. That alone was weird, but ditching movie night? Absolutely bizarre!

“...That’s it.” Adam grumbled, abruptly sitting up from his couch. “I’m driving to Kai’s house.”

“Adam you’re grounded right now, you can’t go anywhere outside of the house.” Mira reasoned as she crossed her arms. Adam wasn’t convinced. “My parents would understand!” He stated.

“One of your parents teaches math, which you are failing right now. It’s a miracle they even let you host movie night in the first place with how much they want you to study right now.” Vanessa’s comment silenced Adam, and after a moment, he flopped back down onto the couch, grumbling about how it wasn’t fair that he was grounded for the week just for getting a few Ds on his recent tests. Those were flukes!

“...I’ll go check on him?”

Mira, Vanessa, and Adam turned to Reeve, who had placed his switch on the coffee table. He looked perfectly calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was beginning to panic.

Why did he suggest that?! Mira’s much more suited to this kind of comfort stuff, not him! He’s not that close to Kai anyways! He simply wasn’t the right person for the job!

...But...this was an excuse to finally try and connect with Kai...Was that why?

“...You sure?” Mira questioned, confusion clear with her furrowed eyebrows. “Because...I can go instead, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine.” Reeve reassured his other friend, sealing his fate and lifting himself off the oh so comfortable couch. “...Just...tell me where he lives...”

Huge.

Kai really was rich off his ass, as he had heard from the others. The mansion was huge, and the front yard was spectacularly decorated. For a moment he just sat there, admiring the scene before him.

But then he saw...was was it called, a gazebo? Close by the front of the house, and in it, he could see Kai’s body, lying lazily along the benches inside.

It was only when he sprinted closer, out of worry, that he realized Kai was actually awake. They stared blankly at nothing, their eyes dull. They looked almost as if their mind was in a completely different world.

Now that Reeve was directly standing in front of the entrance, He could now see Reeve. It only took his name being called for the red-head to snap out of his trance. He looked absolutely confused, his eyes bulging. He abruptly stood up from the bench and cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down. “...R-Reeve!” He laughed out awkwardly. “...Didn’t expect to see you here. Didn’t know you knew where I lived!”

“I...didn’t...Mira gave me your address a few minutes ago.” Reeve answered. Kai raised an eyebrow at this, but didn’t comment, simply muttering a small “oh” under his mouth.

Awkward silence hung between the two, slowly suffocating them until Kai formed another question in his brain. “...So uh...” He began, trailing his fingers along the gazebo fence. “...Why are you here? I mean...it’s movie night after all...don’t you want to hang out with the others?”

Reeve was quick to explain. “We were all worried when you said you weren’t coming, it’s not like you...so I came over to check on you.”

“...Oh! That’s...really nice of you!” Kai remarked, showcasing an overly cheerful smile. “But I’m fine really! I just have some stuff to do at home! Real busy you know! I have to help prepare the mansion for some guests that are coming over tomorrow! Wish I could come!”

An obvious lie. “...Oh, so you’re taking a break right now?”

Kai nearly choked at Reeve’s reasoning, but quickly regained composure and nodded vigorously. “Y-Yeah! I have around 10 to 20 more minutes before I have to get back to work!”

Awkward staring was met with awkward staring.

...

...

...

The tension is mind-crushing, holy shit.

Kai cleared his throat, avoiding Reeve’s gaze. “So, anyways, you should probably drive back to Adam’s place! I don’t want to interrupt your fun! Tell the others I’m fine-”

“I-It’s not just that!”

Kai’s smile faltered a bit. He seemed more than shocked. “...Oh...um...” He scratched his head, and let out a strained laugh. “...What’s up?”

“...I just...I want to say I’m sorry for being mean to you, back in the first round...and...I want to get to know you better.” He explained. Although that wasn’t the main reason he was here...he couldn’t say his excuse to stay was a lie either. “We don’t...we haven’t really hung out that much...y’know? Figured now would be a good time...to just...chat.” Don’t break your stone cold demeanor now Reeve. You have a reputation to uphold. “...So...Is it OK if I come inside? I won’t be a bother or anything. I told everyone they could start the movie without me...they picked a shitty one anyways.”

Fuck, he was so nervous. Why? This isn’t like him...maybe it’s a result of the awkwardness from before. It was screwing with him.

Kai stood stiff as a rock, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at Reeve intently.

It was only after a few moments of silence that Kai finally nodded a slow, small yes, fidgeting with his shirt sleeves.

“...O...k.”

Reeve wasn’t much of a tea person. Yet here he was, sipping some freshly prepared chamomile tea. It was weird, how it actually didn’t taste as bad as the batch his grandma made him try once.

He watched Kai almost gather all the ingredients for a chocolate shake, but then put them all back in their proper places and made some hibiscus tea instead. He didn’t seem to enjoy it that much, as he took a small sip and sat stiffly on an armchair.

They were in some sort of fancy, parlor room. Wide, spacious, and rather modern styled. Reeve himself was sitting in the armchair opposite to Kai, a coffee table separating the two.

For a good while they just asked random questions about each other. Reeve indulged, mostly so he could eventually transition to the main reason he was here. “What’s your favorite color?” Was the first question Kai asked, which showed just how tense they both were. He obviously responded with red, and Kai responded with blue.

“...Weird, considering your power, I figured you’d like a more warm color.” Reeve commented. Kai shrugged in response. “I don’t think about aesthetic choice when it comes to power choosing...it’s more what complements my team.”

“...Have you...ever had any pets?”

“...What is this some weird version of twenty questions?” Kai giggled out, rubbing his hand against his face. “...God we’re...so awkward...”

Reeve, for some reason, couldn’t help but chuckle a bit in response. “...I mean, we don’t know each other that well, so might as well get the basic facts down...” Reeve reasoned. Kai seemed to agree, with the small smile he gave. “I had a pet cockatoo named Chipper when I was...around 8? They...flew out of my window when I was 10...I never saw them again...you?”

“Pet-less all my life...I remember when I was like...a toddler, I constantly begged my parents to let me get a cat...but it never happened.”

Back and forth, back and forth. Question after question was answered. And slowly, Reeve noted just how different him and Kai were.

Kai wasn’t that close to his parents, and vice versa. Reeve’s parents were over-doting, constantly hovering over him like a helicopter. Kai was obviously extroverted despite his awkward tendencies, and Reeve was more introverted. He liked his alone time. Kai could explain any and every piece of tech, not only due to his powers, but because those were his interests. Reeve was more the artsy type. He didn’t know what to do with a gadget, but he liked to sketch in a notebook he has at home.

Kai and him were almost opposites, counterparts. The only things they had in common were their love for video games and comic books, and their similar friends. These differences intrigued Reeve a lot. He saw a side of the world that Kai had lived in his entire life.

“Oh come on, superman would totally win in a fight with batman! It would take me more than a minute to list all of his powers!”

“Superman is too good-natured to kill someone and Batman is not. It’s not about powers, it’s about will, and Batman has the will that Superman doesn’t.”

Kai let out an annoyed huff, and crossed his arms. “...I mean, I guess it depends, Some of the comics portray Superman as the winner while in others Batman wins. The comic writers can’t make up their minds either...My favorite showdown between them was probably in...Justice League Origi...”

The way Kai trailed off at the end concerned Reeve, greatly. He looked shameful, like He made a grave mistake. Fidgeting with his shirt sleeves. Kai attempted an awkward smile, although it didn’t reach his eyes. “...But I mean...you’re probably not interested in me ranting about that, sorry...”

Reeve remembers seeing Kai do this before.

He’d speak about a topic he was passionate about, pour his entire soul into it, and then just...shut down, discarding the topic like some embarrassing photo he didn’t want people to see.

“...Hey...” Reeve spoke up. It was now or never. “...Are you sure you’re ok?”

Kai jumped at the question, and attempted to wave Reeve’s concern away with a forced giggle. “Oh, I’m fine! I just don’t want to annoy you! Let’s change the subject-”

“Don’t lie to me Kai.” Reeve growled out, silencing Kai’s excuse. “You’ve been acting weird this entire month. You haven’t been yourself at all. Everyone is worried about you.”

What Reeve didn’t expect was for Kai’s expression to harden, and for him to glare daggers at his lap. “...So that’s why you’re here huh...” He accused lowly. “Tell our friends who sent you here that I’m fine. Ok? There’s nothing wrong.”

“...Kai.” Reeve began his explanation. He was confused that Kai would assume he was doing this because he had no choice. “I volunteered to come over. I’m not doing this against my will-”

“Bullshit!” Kai stood up from his armchair, tears threatening to escape his eyes as he breathed heavily. ““I want to get to know you better” My ass! Why would you...” Kai trailed off for a moment, the tears spilling down his cheeks. “...Why would you want to hang out with me? The worthless fifth wheel of this group...why would...you want to be friends with someone like me.”

Muffled sobs filled the room as Kai hid his face into his hands and attempted to control his crying. It took a while for Reeve to process everything Kai said, but before long he had stood up from his armchair and walked towards Kai,hesitantly gripping his arms. Kai flinched at first, but didn’t struggle.

“...I...” Kai sobbed out in his hands. “...I’ve been trying to be more likeable...be less annoying for you all-”

“Is that what this is all about?” Reeve questioned softly. Kai nodded hesitantly. “...Kai...We don’t think you’re annoying at all. Everything about you is distinctly you. We love those parts about you...” Reeve, after a moment of reluctance, cupped Kai’s cheeks, and slowly coerced Kai to removed their hands from their face. “I mean, even I think you’re great...You’re quirks are charming.”

“...I-I thought...I thought you of all people hated me...” Kai strained out, small hiccups erupting from his throat as his snot filled face was shown for Reeve to see. “I think you’re really cool, you know that? You’re calm, and collected, and you read the mood well. You never make a fool of yourself. I was...never a worthy replacement for you, and now that you’re back...” Kai jerked his head away, and hid it from Reeve’s view as it faced the ground. “Adam and Mira...don’t need me anymore...I mean...that’s why they picked me to be in their team. There was an opening, and I was available...”

Reeve's heart tightened at Kai’s comment, as they stared intently at the floor, avoiding his gaze. He was partially responsible for Kai’s current insecurities. He couldn’t help but wonder, if he had tried to get to know Kai better earlier on, would this situation have happened in the first place?

His stern expression faltered, and was replaced with a guilty frown. “...Kai...I....hey, look at me.” He once more had to lift their head up, which they resisted at first, but eventually complied, and stared directly at Reeve, threatening to crumble at the sincere gaze they were met with.

“Listen...whoever told you these things, you need to stop listening to them right now.” Reeve commanded, almost begged. “You are not just my replacement. You were never that. If Mira and Adam secretly think so, then fuck them. You are you, and you aren’t going to make yourself happy by changing your very core, the thing that makes you you, just to please others. That happiness is only going to come if you love yourself, good and bad.”

The advice just came flowing through him. To him it was simple logic, and it wasn’t sure if it would even help, but according to Kai’s absolutely shocked expression. He supposed he at the very least reached Kai’s heart with those words.

“...Love myself?” Kai nearly whispered. Reeve was quick to nod a yes.

“...How?”

It was a question that left Reeve stuck in place for a good minute, as he removed his hands from Kai’s body, and massaged his temples for inspiration, for an idea that would answer Kai’s question.

Eventually though, that idea came in a flash, and he snapped his fingers, gripping Kai’s hand, much to their surprise. “Not that I’m an expert on this stuff but, let’s try something real quick. I’ll drive you there.”

“...Reeve, I don’t know about this...” Kai muttered as he stood on the thick railing of a bridge, which created a path over a chest deep river.

Reeve sat close by, on the same railing, his phone in hand. “...Listen, just, you know those pep-talks people give themselves while staring at a mirror?” Kai was quick to nod a yes, and Reeve continued. “...I want to you shout about all your good qualities on this bridge.”

“W-what!?” Kai shrieked out, earning the attention of the few passersby on the bridge. “T-there are people here Reeve I-I can’t...o-oh god they’re staring-”

“Sometimes you have to push yourself to extremes. The point of this is to teach you how to not give a fuck about what other people think about you.”

“B-but what do I say? I...don’t have anything nice to say about myself.”

“...Hey...just look at me for a minute...” And Kai did so, finding himself somewhat relaxed by Reeve’s chill energy. “Just shout the first good thing that comes to mind. Don’t try to deconstruct, just say it first thing...you got this.”

Kai, which shaking legs, slowly nodded, slowly breathed in, and shut his eyes tight. “...I have pretty hair!”

The red-head felt a brief moment of relief, before he peaked an eye open, beholding the groups of eyes that stared intently at him, judging his overly loud self-compliment. Immediately he crouched down, hiding his face, but felt a warm, firm hand on his shoulder.

Turning his head to the side a bit, he saw Reeve, still in that same spot, his eyes non-judging. “...The world didn’t end, did it?”

Kai looked around the bridge once more, and everyone went on with their lives. He wasn’t torn apart for his supposed sin. The world didn’t explode. He was fine.

Most importantly, Reeve himself didn’t think of him any less. “You’re not wrong you know.” Reeve reassured, focusing his attention on his phone once more. “Auburn’s a pretty color.”

On Reeve’s phone, was a text he had recently sent to Mira, along with a few replies.

Reeve: Had a talk with Kai, but he aint goin to come, we talkin things out, he’ll be fine

Mira: I’m super glad he’s doing better, but PLEASE CONVINCE HIM TO COME AND PICK A MOVIE!?!

Mira: VANESSA PICKED SPICE WORLD JUST FOR THE KICKS!!! PLEASE HELP US!?!

“H-hey!” Kai gained Reeve’s attention from his phone, and he raised an eyebrow, ready to hear what Kai had to say.

“...You can help out you know!” They said with a bright blush, late evening sky glowing his face. “...C-could you...compliment me more? Please?”

Reeve in that moment was completely consumed in the moment, studying each feature of the boys face.

“...You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

His complement escaped his throat without a single breath, or thought. Kai’s eye’s widened and sparkled at the sentence he quickly regretted saying out loud.

...But then Kai smiled...like...truly smiled. Letting out the most charming laugh he had ever heard. When he saw how happy they were, he instantly ceased his regret.

“I-I can’t! Y-you can’t be serious!” Kai accused in near tears, wiping his eyes and tilting his head ever so slightly. “Y-you’re joking right? Me? Cute? No way-”

“Dude I know plenty of friends who would die for the opportunity to have a cup of coffee with you.” Reeve justified his statement, a wide smirk on his face as he elbowed Kai. “Remember what this is about man. You heard me say it! Now you go say it to the world. Stand up already!”

Kai nodded, and quickly stood straight up. “I’m absolutely adorable!” He said without hesitation. Slowly opening his eyes, they sparkled with excitement, and he let out a soft giggle.

Reeve’s phone dinged, signaling another text from Mira, but Reeve ignored it. He shoved the phone in his pocket as he admired the boy before him.

You really are...

You’re amazing just the way you are...

[noirewrites]

For You, I will Cross Any Waters

“IT WAS NOT FUNNY!”

A Mermaid AU based off on @ladynoirjuly2020​ prompts.

(I am a little too late to the party!)

Fandom: Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Pairing: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain Cheng

Chapter 4: Disguise

Ladybug was repentant.

Two days ago, her small argument with Chat had led to an abrupt end to their conversation. Tikki’s words of advice had helped the mermaid realize the worth of giving her kitty a chance, but now that she wanted to talk to him, he was nowhere to be seen.

The day before too, Ladybug had spent the entire night swimming near the river banks, waiting for her Chaton to no avail. As the first rays of dawn had hit the water’s surface, she had given up and went back home, only to return back that night and keep a watch on the riverbanks again.

The moon had been just above the horizon when she had arrived, and now it was overhead and there was still no sign of Chat. Ladybug silently waited underwater, lost in her own thoughts.

Maybe he’s still angry about our little argument. But if he truly loves me, would a small argument make that much of a difference?

But then again, his words...it seems like these meetings..they mean quite a lot to him. What if I accidentally hurt his feelings and now he hates me and I lost my best friend due to my sheer stupidity?

No, Ladybug, now’s not the time for negative thoughts. Focus on the task at hand and just wait.

But even then, no matter how good or noble the goal is, waiting for what seems like eternity is hardly possible for anyone.

After what seemed like another hour of futile waiting, Ladybug finally gave up, deciding to try again the next night. She had just turned around and prepared to go back when the sound of grass rustling reached her ears.

Specifically, the sound of soft footsteps.

Curiosity caught her as she wondered who would be around late night at such a secluded place. Maybe it was Chat? But then again, he used to come early so that he could spend time with her. What if it was someone else?

No. If there was one thing Ladybug had gathered from her two-month old friendship with Chat Noir, it was that her kitty was very different from the humans she had been taught about. He was kind, generous, funny and cute, but above all, he was extremely loyal and trustworthy.

Maybe Chat had come to see her but didn’t want to show himself? Maybe he was trying to stay low, still keeping his distance from her and giving them both the time to think about this mess.

Whatever it was above waters, she could only know by investigating. Following her gut to check out whether there was danger above or not, Ladybug swam back to the surface, keeping her movements as slow as possible.

She peeked up a little, her raven locks floating behind her in the water as her bluebell eyes were the only other part of her body that lay above the water’s level. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest with the anticipation of what was coming next. Taking a deep breath in with her gills, Ladybug inched closer to the shore and lifted herself up slightly.

The grass blocked her field of vision a lot, but she could make out a man’s boots and their yellow slacks. One thing was certain — this person wasn’t her Chat. Chat preferred black, for in his words, “it made his green eyes pop out a lot.”

Ugh, Ladybug, think about the dork later, right now, focus!

The mermaid now had another task on hand — to determine whether this stranger ventured here on accident or with a purpose. And if it was the second option, there were high chances that the purpose was less benevolent and more malicious.

For a moment, she feared that the intruder would sense her presence by the mere sound of her heartbeat. But the person kept pacing around, seemingly lost in their own world. Bracing herself and praying to her lucky stars, Ladybug took another leap of faith as she inched a bit higher, now being able to see the man’s shirt, which was interestingly yellow too.

The little designer in her was about to reprimand this stranger’s sense of fashion when all of a sudden—

“ BOO! ”

A massive, grinning yellow head looked at her upside down, his grin so eerie that the mermaid gave a startled shriek and fell back into the water. Horror had struck her so bad that she continued screaming in water, and only stopped when the water entered her lungs, choking her a bit.

As she coughed and focused on getting the damned water out of her system, Ladybug heard a roar of laughter from above. A laughter that was too familiar.

Shooting towards the surface, the angry mermaid glared at a laughing Chat Noir who was rolling on the grass, wheezing and clutching his stomach as he continued to laugh. The massive grinning yellow banana head from earlier lay by his side, looking as innocent as a kid who had been caught stealing cookies.

After what seemed like a good five minutes, the masked man calmed down a bit and got up to meet the sparking eyes of his Lady. He stayed silent for a moment, then burst out laughing again, rolling back on the grass as he wheezed and panted for air.

Fuming, Ladybug splashed the water with her tail, her face appearing a bright red under the soft moonlight, “IT WAS NOT FUNNY!”

“OH LORD—” Chat wheezed, trying to get himself up and failing miserably as another bout of laughter caught him, “Bugaboo, you should—you should have seen that—your face. Oh lord! Who knew that the brave Ladybug would be so—so easy to— HAHAHA!”

Chat once again burst out into laughter, causing the mermaid to flush red in embarrassment.

“I-I wasn’t—Anyone would have been scared seeing that!” she defended herself, pouting.

The man winked at her, “I will accept that excuse if it saves your reputation, Bug.”

She rewarded him with a light smack of her tail.

“I was so worried about you! You—you idiot!” Ladybug huffed, causing Chat to take a double take.

“You—you were worried about me?”

“Of course I was! What kind of a stupid question is that?! You matter to me, Chaton!” Ladybug replied back, her expression pained.

Chat remained silent for a moment, then let out a mirthless chuckle as he bent down on the grass to her level, “I—I thought I had offended you, Bug. By repeatedly bringing that topic up. That’s why I even planned this prank, as an apology. I—I didn’t want to worry you and—”

He was interrupted as Ladybug suddenly pulled him by the collar and hugged him tight. Surprised and shocked at the sweet gesture first, Chat relaxed and hugged back. Feeling her sigh into his shoulder, his heart swelled. He gave her a little squeeze, causing her to hum in approval and nuzzle into his shoulder. Chat reached under her waist where her tail began and pulled her completely out of water, making her comfortable as they shared the hug, both muttering sweet “Sorry”’s to each other.

As moonlight shimmered upon the sweet pair, they both felt like a missing part of them had finally returned, and everything was once again back to being normal, beautiful and  miraculous .

[too-old-for-fangirling-but-idc]

Different Ways

For River’s Marvel Fluff Writing Challenge

Prompt: 46. “I’m not leaving this arcade until I win you that damned stuffed animal!”

Pairing: Thor x Reader

This is for @loki-the-fox! Congratulations for hitting 2k 😊

Summary: Because Thor doesn’t know what an arcade is, you decide to simply show him.

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1063

To be honest, you didn’t remember when and how Thor and you had decided to go out more often. Somehow it had just happened. First, Thor had simply shown up during the week – mostly on evenings, knowing that you had work to do – but after a few weeks he awaited you nearly every day when you came home. It was cute. Thor was cute. Sometimes he reminded you of an energetic little puppy. Loki seemed to you more like a cat, but you hadn’t met him that often. Not yet.

You liked it a lot, Thor’s company and all those small visits. What had startled you most was how fast the god had adjusted to the Midgardian way of talking, on the other hand, you knew he was smart – people just tended to overlook or forget that Thor wasn’t just meat and muscles and thunder. He was warm-hearted and sometimes a bit naive but you didn’t doubt his intelligence. He had gone through a lot, you were surprised he hadn’t got any bad or sad phases until now. That was what reassured you that Thor was even stronger than he seemed to be. However, he didn’t talk about his emotions that often, at least not about the bad ones. Those he kept a secret.

You had first met Thor in the coffeeshop you were working in. Surprisingly, he hadn’t had any company, so you had chatted with him every time you passed his table. You hadn’t even recognised him as the Thor, you had just found his ponytail and the confused puppy eyes so cute that there had been no other possibility than talking to him. He wasn’t someone with a lot of time, his sense of freedom great, but when you had met he had stayed for one or two days, mostly choosing the weekends for that. It had happened over time that he had started to spend more of his time with you, and you had noticed quickly that you felt more for him than just friendship.

“What is an arcade?”

You looked up from your book and raised your eyebrows at Thor. You were sitting together on the couch. More like, he was sitting and you were lying with your head on his lap and your legs stretched out across the length of the couch.

“What type of arcade do you mean? The one used to describe a certain type of halls in architecture? The shopping mall? Amusement arcades?”

He tilted his head and looked at you, considering his options. His blue eyes were narrowed in confusion.

“The one you called amusement arcade.”

“Seriously?” Laughing, you sat up and turned to look at him. “You’ve never heard of amusement arcades?”

When he shook his head you sighed, an idea already in mind. “How about I’ll show you, then?” You took his hand, grinning. “There is one not far from here.”

Thor’s eyes lightened up at that. “Are you in earnest?”

“No kidding.” You stood up and stretched. No word had to be said for Thor to follow you without hesitation. He was excited, you could tell.

Half an hour later, the two of you were standing at the entrance of the closest arcade you had been able to think of. You showed him around, explaining the different games to him – which cost you a lot of patience and nerves since Thor asked you a whole bunch of questions.

That was until you stood in front of one of the gaming machines with which you could fish for stuffed animals. And of course, you fell in love with the small kitty plushie covered by a few other animals. You didn’t notice Thor’s gaze on you or how long you were staring at the plush kitty, until the god next to you cleared his throat quietly and threw a coin in.

“Which one?”

“What?” Startled, you watched him manoeuvre the metal arms.

“Which one do you want, (Y/N)?” His expression was serious, no hint of a joke you didn’t get.

You hesitated. But he had already thrown in the coin. Maybe he was good at that game.

Watching Thor, you brushed the last thought aside. Was he really willed to try to get the kitty for you?

“The black kitty.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. Why not being egoistic for once in your life? Plus, Thor was already trying to get the plushie, so why stop him?

As you had expected, Thor didn’t manage to fish the small stuffed animal out of the container. But you could see how motivated he was now. Thor being challenged by a gaming machine. That was already funny again.

“Come on, let’s go.” You tried but were ignored by a highly focused Avenger. “Thor, come on now. That’s for kids.”

“I’m not leaving this arcade until I win you that damned stuffed animal you want!”

Damned, that was the first time you heard him say that.

“Darling, I’m a grown woman. I don’t need a plushie anymore. I’m old enough to use you as a pillow instead.” You eyed the kitty longingly but turned your head away wearily.

“You shall get what you desire.”

You rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour. Though, you had to admit that you felt quite flattered because obviously, he wanted to do you a favour and make you happy. And you appreciated that. Thor was a sweetheart, but sometimes he used different ways to show his love and how much he cared about you. The affection he gave you in this way made you feel warm and somehow – even if it sounded weird – the fact that he was just there, by your side, trying to get that stuffed animal for you… you felt safe like that, strangely satisfied and happy.

In the end, it took Thor one hour and dozens of coins until he managed to win the game and get you the plushie. He gave it to you with one of the purest and proudest expressions you had ever seen on his face.

“You are so cute. And a dork.” You leaned over and had to stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, before you hummed happily, hugged the kitty close and walked out of the arcade. You would make sure to never lose or give away that stuffed animal. It was too important now.

Taglist: @emyhonny @finney13s

[insphoeration]

BTS - Types that would suit them

*Edited and re-uploaded

I would like to start out by pointing out that these are all my own opinions, I do not know BTS personally. 

I think all the boys need someone who is understanding of their lifestyle, expecting them to put you before everything they’ve worked so hard for is an obvious no. 

Jin

Jin has said in the past that his ideal type is someone puppy like, but also someone who can take care of him, this makes sense in that he is so used to taking care of others that he needs someone to take care of him. Jin is pretty old fashioned as well so he needs someone to settle down with, I don’t know that he’d be able to be with someone who didn’t want kids or didn’t want the typical wife role. So someone he can do domestic things with, like cooking, would draw him in. I can see Jin with someone sweet and nurturing. 

Picture this: Ten years in the future, Jin and his significant other have the rest of the boys around to celebrate their son’s birthday. He wraps his arms around his significant other in a back hug, placing his chin on their shoulder as they watch their family smile and laugh together. 

Suga

Suga has said his ideal type would be someone like him, but I think his ideal type would be someone the opposite of him, while also respectful of his boundaries. Suga is very calm and cool on the outside but we see him letting loose and being silly sometimes. I think he needs someone who is an ambivert/extrovert to bring him out of his comfort zone, someone he can be himself completely with, someone who he doesn’t have to be serious with all the time. That being said, Suga himself is an introvert so while a fun loving person would be good for him, that person would also need to understand where to draw the line. Suga has suffered from mental illness and might still be so it’s good to have someone around who doesn’t make you feel so alone but if that person becomes too pushy it might drive them apart. I can see him with someone like hobi, excited but also nurturing. 

Picture this: Suga’s significant other texting him to remind him to eat, knowing he’ll just text back sure and not really eat, they go to see him, dragging him from his studio to take a walk outside. The two of them get something to eat and find somewhere nice to eat, Yoongi looks over and see’s his significant other smiling at him, reminding him to take care of himself. Another time, his significant other goes to visit him and he’s laying on the couch, wrapped in a ton of blankets and they just know, so they lie directly on top of him, the two of them laying there in silence for as long as it takes. 

RM

Like Jin, RM is so used to taking care of others, he needs someone he can let loose with. All the boys need someone who understands their schedule but RM the most because he is the busiest one. I think RM needs someone who is understanding in all aspects of his life- his career is very stressful and while this person would need to be there for him, this person would also need to lay off as to not smother him as that might add to the stress. RM needs someone to listen to him and to listen too, sometimes when you’re stressed all you need is a distraction to take your mind off of it. RM is also very intelligent so he would want someone who is not only woke but also classy (if that even makes sense). Someone screaming about a topic they aren’t educated on would just be a huge turn off for him. 

Picture this: Namjoon and his significant other just walking around and talking, sometimes about politics but sometimes about dumb trivial stuff too. “Can you light a banana on fire?” “Potassium is combustible so probably.” Namjoon and his significant other going on coffee shop dates, and just sitting at home reading to each other. 

J- hope

Hoseok also needs someone who will listen to him, he is the rock for everyone else so he needs someone who will be his rock. He is also very high energy which means he needs someone with high energy who he can go on adventures with. Also someone who needs a sympathetic S/O to understand that he isn’t always J- Hope but Hoseok, someone who has bad days and insecurities like everyone else. I can see Hobi not really sharing his significant other, him keeping that part of his life, and his life with BTS separate. 

Picture this: Hobi and his significant other at the beach, after deep life chats, they play around, building sand castles and splashing around in the water. His significant other splashes him and he chases them around, when he catches them he twirls them around, they are giggling like children. OR him and his significant other dancing around in the bighit practice room, weather serious or not, it doesn’t matter to him. 

Jimin

Jimin is very insecure so he needs someone to constantly validate him. He’s pretty confident on stage but off, he needs a lot of reassuring because he can be kind of sensitive. I’m not so sure that another insecure person would be good for him. I think he would be drawn to someone confident which would be good for him, he might learn to let go of his insecurities. I don’t really see him getting along with someone who doesn’t know what it’s like to have a lot of pressure on you, he wouldn’t really take your advice, but he might open up to someone he can relate too. 

Picture this: Jimin and his significant other sitting under a tree by a river on a sunny day, sharing headphones. The breeze is calming and he feels like he can breath better, that might be the air but it’s probably because there’s no pressure to be perfect. OR Jimin’s significant other going to the gym together, keeping each other fit but also healthy, they take turns cooking for each other, healthy meals with the occasional cheat day. 

V

Tae also needs someone strong and outspoken, he is a pretty chill person but has his silly moments, I think someone with a certain air of confidence could be good for him because it counters the chill aspect of his personality but in the end we all need someone we can be ourselves with so if you’re confident to the point of being egotistical, that wouldn’t work for V. He’s said he want’s someone who can make him hot chocolate, which is very specific so it sounds like he wants someone who he can just talk too. I think he is like Namjoon in that he puts on a front a lot but deep down he is really a huge dork and that makes sense since he is still so young. I can see Tae with someone chic, someone who pays attention to the details and brings them up without mentioning it, this would melt his own cool exterior bringing him back from V to Tae. 

Picture this: They boys and their significant others have all gone camping, Tae makes smores while his significant other gets drinks. They come back with green tea that Jimin’s significant other insists it healthier, they go back a little while later and come back again with hot chocolate because they know Tae would enjoy it, the both of them end up cuddling by the fire. 

Jungkook

Lets be real, Jungkook can be a bit of a brat. For the others I put down some contrasting personalities but for Jungkook I think someone like him would be perfect. He needs someone to keep him in check, someone he can banter and have fun with, someone who doesn’t just take his shit but serves it right back to him. He needs someone who has similar interests to him like working out and singing, even if you’re not very good at singing then just dance around and sing crazy and have fun but listen to him sing seriously because thats his passion. I see Jungkook and his future significant other working out together, and pulling pranks on each other.

Picture this: Jungkook waits in the car, his significant other walks in front of it, holding the coffee’s, just at the right moment he beeps the horn, his significant other damn near throws the coffee tray in surprise. Jungkook is still laughing, wiping tears away, when his significant other has handed him his coffee, they are seated and ready for him to drive. Jungkook takes his cup, written on the side where the name should be: muscle piggy. 

[lunaraen]

random idea: Quinn and Durango finding out they both like puns, which inevitably leads to a pun war (and at least one person being very confused/annoyed by said pun war)

The grass is short and dry, nearly crisp enough to crunch undertheir feet. An occasional stray cloud and a few distant hawks are dottedthroughout the bleached out blue of the sky.

The birds don't circle, diving out of sight after severalminutes of effortless gliding.

The grass is as deadly still as the air, springing into motiononly when a mouse or rabbit decides to dart across the endless stretch ofground, from one patch of yellow greenery to another, waiting for cloud coverand cooler weather that won't come for several more hours.

It's not a desert or one of the outright dry grasslands, butit's on its way there.

(It is, unfortunately, the exact opposite of any mushroom biome,which are used to the apparent calm but also have the promise of life, of watersomewhere or everywhere, which don’t have rolling fields to worry about andinstead have murky bogs and swamps.

It goes without saying that Mo's feeling more than a littlehomesick.)

For the most part, though, even that much motion is rare, andthey've just got the dying promises of a breeze that'll never properly startand the relentless sunlight to entertain them.

It's a good thing Mo's cap protects them from so much shade,protects their eyes from directly having to deal with the onslaught of lightand heat, or they'd probably be feeling as energy-sapped as the others look.

(That might have something to do with how early they all got up,though.)

They don't have a map– they did,at one point, but Kate had lost it during an encounter with a river nymph.

(It's best left at that.

Kate's still not great at dealing with guilt, or any otheremotion, and she gets horribly flustered every time it comes up.)

It works out alright anyway, because they've all done their bitof hero work for the week, came out of the entire mess more or less as theyentered, and they're not travelling with a specific purpose at the moment. Astired as they might all feel and look, they have all the supplies they need.There's no doubt in anyone's mind that they're setting up camp early today, theweather nice enough and their goals the right amount of vague and aimless tojustify a break to soak it all in and relax.

All they're waiting for is the right area, somewhere slightlymore protected than the rolling stretches of barren plains.

They've been able to see the distant forest for hours, linkedbranches and towering trunks promising shade as well as a few monsters to maybeknock around, creeping more and more into view the longer they travel, andthey're lucky that they reach it before the sun hits its peak.

Still, it's more luck than most of them are used to, and Quinn'sthe one who goes in first, sword raised and Theseus and Durango following closebehind.

Then they're almost immediately telling the others to followthem, because they have to see this.

And they do.

It's wonderfully shaded, for one thing, and Mo's eyes adjust thefastest. They're glad they do.

Their planned camping ground isn't the usual forest, and it's arare moment when encountering the strange and unusual benefits them. The treesmore or less create a comfortable but large ring around a clearing filled withpatches of different flowers and bees buzzing overhead. There's a slow river,too shallow for fish but a good explanation for how lush the grass is, greenestright at its banks and competing with the most colorful flowers.

"You've seen one flower forest, you've seen them all."Kate's comment is nonchalant, almost bored as she shrugs, but it doesn't hidehow wide her eyes are, sunglasses having slipped slightly down her nose.

And of all of them, she and Zed are the only one who've everseen one. Most of them had been to and seen other biomes, if only briefly,before being plucked from their homes, but not one as rare as this. Theseus,who spent most of his life on islands without a single flower forest, looks nearlyready to throw down his pack right now and start sketching every detail.

Mo's eyes, however, are right back on the others, watching andwaiting because there's some kind of tension here and they know it.

 --

River and Toby are equals in how utterly trapped they feel bythe crushing sense of incoming doom.

The pause to take the view in– this vibrant mix of greenery andcolorful petals hovered over by idling fuzzballs and cut through by thesluggish winding stream– lasts only long enough for one of River's fingers totwitch while Toby winces.

When Durango opens his mouth, it's too late to retreat.

"Well, it looks bee-utiful enough."

Quinn bounces back fastest, replying almost immediately andgrinning as she does.

"If you say so– I don't get what all the buzz isabout."

The others groan, as is expected when it comes to poor jokes andwordplay, but they don't get it. They don't comprehend what horribly bad newsthis is. Not yet.

(In all their talking on the pillars to pass the time, it hadn'tcome up that Durango, cocky as he already normally is, could be insufferablyproud of his puns, or that Quinn has a seeming inability to not share the onesthat pop into her head at random, which are of course all terrible. Durango'sweren't, and aren't, any better. Quinn and Durango, in all their time workingwith Kate and Zed and all their time talking and bickering with each other, hadlikewise somehow missed bringing it up or displaying their natural, painfultalents.)

Toby and River glance at each other.

It's a look of immediate kinship, of "ah, yes, you– youknow the hell I've been through, you have suffered as I have." But theycan't escape the recognition that comes with it, the knowledge that theirtormentors have not only joined forces, but that they have found kinship ineach other as well and in their shared form of torture.

Not only are Durango and Quinn going to keep making puns,they're going to make more now.

The look River and Toby share is, at its core, one of pureterror, tinged with rising horror and built upon the stable ground ofwell-established exasperation. It's one that screams to the heavens, shriekingin a hopeless plea, begging for mercy that will never be granted. It's a lookthat clearly embodies the very spirit of "no".

Quinn and Durango, however, share their own glance, one alreadyitching with the need to compete, to conspire as well as utterly obliterateeach other. Their look replies, loudly, clearly, and gleefully, with no roomfor any argument, "yes".

--

"I always figured Quinn would be, y'know, too cool for badjokes. They don't seem her style." River traces the petal of aparticularly large red flower, touch as light as she can manage. Beside her,Toby tosses another pebble into the stream, and she does her best to not flinch at the splash or the water that hits her arm.

"And I'd hoped Durango would be too worried about hurtinghis 'tough cowboy' image."

"Guess we were both unlucky." River leans back,resting one hand on the grass as she glances over her shoulder at where Durangoand Quinn are still at it. "D'you think they hate us?"

"Not half as much as I hate them."

"They– they've gotta tire themselves out at some point,right?" Everyone else is busy relaxing, or napping, or exploring theclearing and watching the bees without getting too close, having given upwaiting. Slugger's on watch in case anyone screws up and manages to anger theswarm, and Mo's slouched beside her, mushroom covering their eyes but not theirsteady breathing. River's ready for a nap herself at this point, and the darkcircles under their punny tormentors' eyes are hard to miss. "Don't they?"

"Nope." Toby lays back on the grass, one foot in thewater and his eyes half lidded. He looks as tired as she feels, though there'san exaggerated bitterness she can agree with too. "They just have tooutlive the rest of us long enough."

They wait there, for a while, not saying anything and doingtheir best to not wince with every bad pun (and there are so many and they are somehow gettingworse), until Quinn makes an especially bad one about honey. Toby almostjerkily stands up, taking his foot out of the water like it's burned him, andstarts walking, half hopping as he shoves his sock and shoe back on.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the Greek Isles– the kraken eating me would beless painful than this."

"...I think I might just join you." River stretchesher arms to the side as she stands, pushing herself up even as the rest of herbody demands she stay down and keep watching the bees. "Want to getstarted on dinner?"

Technically it should be lunch, but they've all been up sincebefore the sun rose and they had something close to two meals already, andhunger is hunger. They'll make food and they'll enjoy it, no matter what itshould or shouldn't technically be called.

"I don't see why not. It'll serve them right if they missout because they're too busy being totaldorks."

His voice gets loudest at the end, glaring over his shoulder atDurango and Quinn to make sure they know exactly who he's talking about.

Durango doesn't bother responding to it in any way, too busymaking rapid-fire puns, and Quinn's gaze doesn't shift even as she makes an...interesting hand gesture in Toby's general direction– he just laughs, rollshis eyes, and keeps walking.

It's not the same team relationship she and Durango had, or eventhe same friendship they've got now, but River's glad Quinn and Toby aren'tserious with their bickering.

The supplies are hastily scattered, anything not currently beingused as a pillow left in a bit of a disheveled circle of their own, but it'seasy enough to get the cauldron set up and to start sifting through theingredients they have. In the meantime, they keep chatting, with each other andquietly with Theseus.

(It was, it turns out, a lie to say that everyone had given upwaiting.

While Rudi and Sacha are, like almost everyone, sleeping, they'veapparently set up a betting pool for who'll win the pun war. Rudi's personallyin Durango's camp while Sacha's own vote is for Quinn, but Theseus doesn'tmention what anyone else has bet.)

"...personally, I don't really think there's a way to win or lose,especially not with those two." He looks almost forlorn as he keepssketching, using his knees to support the journal and keep it upright."I'd join them, but most of the puns I know probably aren't funny topeople who aren't from the Greek Isles. Too much focus on legendary monsters orthe Gods."

"Believe me, we're glad. It's bad enough with just the twoof them."

Theseus lights up and River bites her tongue, knowing why andknowing it’s too late to try and save the situation.

"That one wasn't half bad!"

Toby's brow furrows for half a moment and relaxes just asbriefly, eyes narrowing as he frowns.

'Bee-lieve'.

"I'm going to drown myself in the river."

"Nah, come on." River grabs Toby's shoulder as hebegins to turn and gently tugs him back, giggling. He's pouting, but he doesn'ttry to get up again. "I still need your help with cooking."

"Anyone else could help."

"Yeah, but this way we can keep each other busy, make somenice stew for when everybody's awake, and I can make sure you don't go and tryto kill 'em." She passes him a few potatoes, eyeing the oddly shapedcarrot at the bottom of the pile.

"You make it sound so nice."

"...I'm glad they're enjoying themselves. I mean, I hopethey'll stop soon or that this'll keep them from making more puns later, but I'mnot expecting it and that's not the point. They're having a good time. Nomonsters, nobody to save, nothin' to run from, no squabbling... just themgoofing off."

"...I'm glad too." Toby unwraps one of their bundledknives, blade slicing through the bumpy and ruddy potato skin. "I stillwant to throw myself in the stream. I reallywant to throw Quinn in the stream, but there's no way I can do that."

She'd just yank his arm and flip him backwards. 

River tries not to laugh or chuckle, but Toby's pout lets her knowshe's failing; she doubts he can really blame her, not when the mental image isso funny.

She pats his shoulder before she starts cutting the carrot intomore typical carrot slice shapes, dropping them one by one into the pot. Funnyor not, she can understand where he’s coming from, helped as it all might be bythe exhaustion settling in all their bones and the hunger beginning to gnaw atthe back of their minds.

"If you figure out a way, let me know. I'll have to try itwith Durango."

Toby's eyebrow quirks as his gaze turns calculating, the shrewdlook not quite completed by the small smile he can't hide.

"Is that a mean streak?"

"It's a fed-up-with-puns streak." Still, River'sfingers fiddle with the inedible top of the carrot for several moments beforeshe sets it and the knife aside, hands clasped in her lap as she glances away."You're right, I wouldn't do it. Not really. I'd worry too much abouthurting him, but I don't think I ever could."

River waits, for a moment, waits to see if he’ll joke about her beingtoo gentle or too much of a worrywart, but if Toby thinks about it, he doesn’tshow it.

"...I don't want to hurt Quinn either, and the river's tooshallow to really throw anybody into it." Toby tosses his now-peeled andchopped potato into the cauldron before starting the process again, barelyavoiding nicking one of his fingers as he does. "We'll just go and splashthem after we're done cooking."

The mat Theseus is sitting on shifts on the grass as hestretches, pencil still gripped in one hand as he grins at them, dipping backinto the conversation as quickly as he'd left it.

"That sounds like fun. Just– please try to leave my artout of it."

River and Toby share another glance, this one far lessexasperated or terrified, and River's excitement wins first.

"You could help!"

Theseus tilts his head, closing his journal as he does.

"I'm still the son of somebody who was seen as the god of the ocean and I spent most of my life completelysurrounded by water. Seems a little unfair, don't you think?"

Another sliced up potato gets tossed into the pot as Tobysnorts.

"It's hardly the sea." The river is long, likelystretching out of the forest and across many empty plains like the ones theyhad to cross, but it isn't terrifyingly deep like the ocean, dark blue with thepromise of untold horrors, and it's hardly as vast, only wide enough for aperson to lie in. (Even a person who can’t swim can stand comfortably in thestream, content in knowing the water's too gentle to be any trouble if they fall.)

Theseus hums and tilts his head again, but his smile isn'tenough of an answer. River pushes the subject again, gently.

"You don't have to, but we'd sure enjoy it if youwould."

Theseus's smile grows, and she realizes his smile was an answer. He wasn't consideringsaying yes; he was putting his strategizing to good use and was working out hisbattle plan. Theseus might not be the leader of their group, but he's awonderful fighter and an excellent tactician.

"Alright, we'll have them outnumbered."

There’s no doubt in her mind that the others will join in– and alittle horsing around before dinner sounds perfect.

[buen-aire-farm]

🌺 - stardeworanges - Marm and Clark

Derek: Marmalade and I met at the Luau! Why, she’s as sweet as the oranges she grows on her farm! She’s become one of my closest friends in the Valley, I just feel like I can tell her anything! Talking with her is always a pleasure, we never seem to run out of topics to talk about; one moment we’ll be chatting about our harvests, then the next one we’ll gossip about Mister Marlon’s obvious crush on Marnie! Marm is also very caring, but she’s got a playful side to her as well. I can’t wait for the next Flower Dance; I did promise I would save a song for her, after all!

Red: The first thing I thought when I saw her was ‘’Oh! Pretty!’’, but as I kept seeing her around town that changed to ‘’Oh! Angel!’’ very quickly. She’s so nice!!! Although I’m scared whenever she hangs out with Derek, because those two have too much pure energy and I don’t think the world is yet ready to see such a sweet friendship; they’re both dorks. Anyways, uhhhh, I will hunt down whoever dares hurt her, y’all hear me?????

Derek: Yoba, where to start; he’s so sweet and gentle, he cares so much for his animals, and the bond he shares with his horse, River, is so strong and filled with love and affection that it melts my heart whenever I see them! He likes to tease me, but then there are moments where his eyes shine with a childlike wonder, and honestly? It’s adorable. He also appreciates nature, and he seems to hold her with high respect. He’s thankful for what he has, as simple as it may be and, w-well, I just think he’s a wonderful man.

Red: That cowboy that everyone’s thirsting about! Clark’s a cool guy, he has an honest laugh, y’know? I like people who can laugh with their heart! He also gave me a pretty awesome nick-name, so he’s included in my ‘’cool people’’ gang. I’m totally gonna steal his hat one day, though, just you wait.... I will become the hot cowboy...

@stardeworanges

[acelucky]

Fave moments of 2018

This year has had more ups and downs than most, my mental health has suffered massively as a result and it’s ended with two grandparents in hospital.

But I spent a long time reflecting, for each month I’d written a bubble (throughout the month I added to it) of all the nice things that happened that month. I keep thinking/writing the words - Don’t look back in anger, and thinking of the song by Oasis. So I’m reflecting on my favourite moments of this year.

1.) Seeing Hamilton! Back in March it snowed a lot, 29 years I finally saw snow in London. My husband and I did all the touristy things, but in the snow and finished with us seeing Hamilton!! ^_^

2.) IAMX in London with @cassandrafey, again it was still pretty snowy! Getting to see the band live was incredible and Kat Von D was also there (very problematic, I used to be a massive fan of hers but really not so much now, however she does have a lovely voice and was nice for the brief moment we met her - she said we looked cute)

3.) Paris for my 30th, especially getting to finally visit Versailles, the river boat dinner with champagne where we saw the Eiffel Tower light up, and the uber ride along the Champs-Élysées listening to French Jazz. Other bits of my birthday were equally lovely, on the day itself my husband and I went to the pier and played arcade games, walked along the seafront and went on the ferris wheel. We went to see Christopher Robin and had lunch. After my birthday I went to stay at my dad’s house for two days in the countryside in Dorset, we walked to our face pub the Smugglers Inn for a few drinks and generally had a lovely time. My party was also lovely and I felt so loved!

4.) Back in February, my brother and I went to Bridgend on a Sunday night to see Michael Graves. The gig was fantastic, crowd were great, we all danced and sung along to his songs as well as Misfits songs. We met him afterwards and he was genuinely just so lovely. The thing I loved most of all about this gig was that I’d had a really rough January and start to February, having some drinks with my brother as well as having a good chat about life really helped.

5.) Amsterdam - there were a lot of ups and downs, I was super tired, had panic attacks and generally it was a bit difficult. However, there were some really nice bits, such as the Botanical gardens, the church which was all red due to film on the windows, the canal cruise, a romantic meal, the ice bar, seeing the Night’s Watch by Rembrandt. 

6.) Back in January when everything was going to shit, my husband and I took a long walk through Queen Elizabeth Country Park. We got a hot chocolate from the cafe at the bottom and then just disappeared into the woods for a few hours, talking, enjoying the fresh air. Afterwards we went to the Hampshire Hog for lunch and it was lovely.

7.) Holiday in Cornwall, Devon and Dorset back in May. I loved going back to Dartmoor and horse riding, I loved staying at my dad’s and chilling, most of all I loved Tintagel in Cornwall. Getting to visit St Nectan’s Glen, Boscastle and the Witchcraft museum and of course the castle - said to be King Arthur’s Castle. It was magical, inspiring, invigorating. 

8.) Visit to Stauton Country Park in mid December - we went with two of our best friends and their daughter. With two grandparents sick and a lot of other emotional stuff happening, this was a perfect day out, feeding animals, enjoying the greenhouse and walled gardens. I am obsessed with walks in winter and December Sun. It felt especially important as my grandpop (who passed away when I was 16) and my granny (who is in hospital) used to take us here a lot. 

9.) Meeting up with @the-doctors-psychic-paper in Kingston for lunch, going to The Rose theatre to see a production of Don Carlos with Tom Burke in, then browsing the Christmas markets. It was such a lovely day considering the hangover I had! haha

10.) Seeing Bianca Del Rio live and getting to meet her! (Also learning to laugh at myself and accept insults for the comedy they are, rather than feeling hurt, was a massive step for me.) We also saw Adore Delano in Brighton and, it was such a fun gig! But more than that, we finished work early that day, head to Brighton Pier and went in the arcades, had ice cream, sat in deckchairs. 

Originally this was going to be 10 things, but it’s gonna go over..

11.) Back in March, my dad, brother and I went to Brighton to see ‘YES’ on their 50th anniversary tour. Family time for us is so important and lovely!

12.) A lovely weekend in London with @cassandrafey, we went to ‘God’s Own Junkyard’, we finally got to go to Jazz After Dark, we met up with friends in Brixton and went shopping in Camden. It was an awesome and very silly fangirl weekend!

13.) Day Trip to London with my husband to meet friends, we took part in a protest which was a counter-protest to the right-wing Free Tommy Robinson protect that was going on. We then head to the Last Tuesday Society to browse the curiosity museum, have cocktails, and then went to the pub!

14.) Thorpe Park with friends and overcoming my fears when it came to riding Stealth!

Here’s some other lovely things that happened - loads of walks along the beach and picnics with friends, two beautiful weddings, The Christmas Dicken’s Festival at the historic dockyard, a day trip to Dorking where we used to live, a dad trip to the owl and raptor centre with my dad, brother, husband and brother’s fiancé, a lot of awesome stand-up comedy gigs. I also completed NaNoWriMo! I got a new job and am much happier and whilst it was difficult, I completed the PTSD Trauma therapy, which was really tough and meant I had some time off work, but you know, I did it and feel better for it. 

I actually did a ritual burning of last year’s to-do lists which in a way made me sad (i’m way to sentimental and hoard everything!) But I don’t need those silly lists with everything from - Complete NaNoWriMo, to my failures, to ‘buy a new hoover’ etc. to know how much I have accomplished this year. It felt so cleansing to throw it all away and start again ^_^

Happy New Year to all my followers!

[honeygokko]

Guys! Surprise! This is a Keiji mini story~

When a little french person wants to attack Shakespeare’s language... *knife emoji*

First of all, I just want to thanks @pseudofaux again because she was patient enough to fix all my mistakes <3 and I think she pulled her hair off while reading what I wrote ^^”

A big thanks to @cherryfizzle because she also proposed me her help <3

And @randomhomosapiens @nathygilmour @ieyasu-tacogawa and @apassingangel who encouraged me to write it x3 Also @shiranata @nobuswifey @atroniascreamsube <3

And how could I forget? Who’s fault was it already? Ah @wingcinna ! That’s right! Because she drew amazing fanarts for Keiji (this one inspired me~) and my heart went all doki doki <3

Hoping I won’t disappoint you... Here you go fam!

AU where Mc is a ninja for the Oda clan.

A new victory had just been added to the long list for the Oda Clan. And to celebrate this, everyone gathered in the hall in which lavish feasting was a requirement and alcohol flowed like a river. And maybe a little too much…

“Ah, careful!!” shouted Toshiie.

But it was too late. Lips were leaning a bit too dangerously toward yours, and under the influence of alcohol you only narrowly managed to dodge them. But the young man simply adjusted himself quickly after being denied and instead he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head against your breasts.

“Hey Keiji!!” you exclaimed while shaking him to make him move.

However, it didn’t seem to work. You tried to repel him, but you were wasting your time faced with this pile of muscles that was Maeda Keiji. Within this bustle, the top layers of your kimono were slightly opened and you could feel his hot breath on your visible skin. Obviously, Keiji had immediately noticed it since his mouth seized a piece of flesh and sucked at it. Panic grew into you and you started to hit him. But it didn’t affect him in any way. When he finished leaving his mark on your skin, he put his head back on you chest.

“Hm~ so soft~…” was the only answer you got from him.

You sighed. Once drunk, nobody could do anything for him. So you let him rest against you, stroking his hair hoping he will fall asleep and reduce the damages he could had done. Like this, he looked like an innocent child and you couldn’t help but giving a faint smile.

“I can’t believe he managed to make you smile” whispered Toshiie.

“He hasn’t done any harm, look” you retorted, lowering your voice not to disturb Keiji who seemed to finally sleep under your caresses.

“Hmph, you’ve already forgotten what he did to you?!”

“Oh and you did well when you tried to help me” you shot back, giving him a death stare.

“He hadn’t done any harm as you said.”

You sighed again. With Toshiie, it was double or quits: he could be very adorable when he wanted, or really annoying. But he was right. It wasn’t easy to handle this big child. But he wasn’t mean and getting mad at him seemed impossible. So you just kept on drinking and chatting with the others until it was your turn to fall asleep.

After what felt like a few hours, you felt your body fall backward. Normally you should have hit the ground with full force, but someone caught you during your drop and gently laid you down.

“Hm… ?” you mumbled.

Your mind was still clouded but you quickly recovered consciousness and noticed that Keiji hadn’t moved seats. But still, he was heavy! So you made him roll on your side, trying not to break the embrace he had around your body and took him in your arms before getting back to sleep.

The following day, you were the first to wake up. You took advantage of Keiji’s relaxed sleep to slip away from the samurai’s grasp and assessed the state of everyone in the room. Obviously, all were heavy-handed on the alcohol and you couldn’t help but chuckle as discreetly as possible in front of those madcap postures made by the sleeping retainers.

“Joyful as soon as you’re awake I see” pointed out a man behind you.

You turned over, smile still on your lips.

“Why wouldn’t I be, Saku?”

He gave you a smirk and invited you to follow him outside of the room.

“I just thought it wasn’t only the fact that the others were dead drunk that made you in a good mood.”

“Hm? What do you mean?” you asked as you didn’t have any clue.

Then, he pointed out the reddish mark in the top of your breast and you hastened to put your kimono back in its place.

“I… No way! He was drunk and did that thoughtlessly. I don’t see how it could have made me happy!”

Sakuya looked at you from the corner of his eye and sighed, exasperated.

“In my opinion, he was perfectly aware of his actions.”

“Of course… We are talking about Keiji, the one who kisses everyone as soon as a drop of alcohol mixes with his blood.”

“I know, but who does he kiss recently?”

“I’m not the only victim, Hideyoshi was too not so long ago!”

“And since that day, you were the only one.”

That night, alcohol was the evening’s master again and you didn’t bother continuing to drink to your liking. This was noticed, and one of the young samurais slipped to your sides and undertook the conversation while being rather... tactile. But you didn’t mind. Because the man beside you was the great Toyotomi Hideyoshi, a proud samourai also called the man of thousand lovers after all. And the truth is that he really was a seducer so not succumbing to his charms seemed impossible. And the more the night went on, the more he had wandering hands and the closer his lips got to yours… Until they finally met. At this moment, you could feel a threatening look on you. Probably Mitsunari you thought, wondering how Hideyoshi could had been seduced by a succubus like you. This thought made you crack a smile and the young man took advantage of the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside your mouth, looking for yours fervently. His investigation was brief since you kissed him back languorously, putting your arms around his neck.

But as intense as the kiss could have been, this was nothing compared to the strength which Keiji grabbed Hideyoshi’s lips with his after pulling you apart bluntly from each other. You were used to this kind of show. Keiji could kiss literally everyone if nobody stopped him and this made you laugh each time. But your laughter was short cut because it was your turn to be the target of the berserker's kisses.

You shudder. Where did Sakuya want to go with this?

“I’m just saying that the fact that Keiji separated you, then kissed you both wasn’t a mistake. He never did that before.”

“And what is your conclusion?”

“He’s in love.”

Your brain took some time to puzzle over his words. In love? Keiji? With you?

“What are you talking about Saku? He kissed Hideyoshi too, don’t forget!” you exclaimed, nervously laughing out, hoping the ninja would give up his analysis and let you be right.

“Maybe he didn’t want Hideyoshi to keep the taste of your lips? Maybe he wanted to take back what he desired to be only his?”

You attempted to retort, to prove to him he was wrong. But nothing came to your mind, it was blank space. He carried on:

“Why did he leave his mark on you? He has been acting jealous since that night.”

You wanted to tell him that it could only had been a coincidence. That with Keiji you couldn’t take everything seriously. But you weren’t capable to say anything. Maybe because deep down inside you wanted Sakuya to be right. But what if your hopes shattered because the truth was something else?

“I observed both of you. Trust me. He likes you. And you like him back.”

He was asking you to trust him? Really? You knew Sakuya and the world of shadows and believing in people wasn’t part of the ninjas’ code.

So, you started to avoid Keiji childishly. Why exactly, you didn’t even know, but it unfolded for few days before you decided to check on him discreetly. You had heard rumors as he wasn’t acting like himself. He had stopped going to the kitchen to steal food, and didn’t drink when there were parties.

Your steps guided you quickly to the retainers’ housing estates. And you saw him in the distance, on the porch in front of his room. He was laying and you moved forward carefully to see that his eyes were closed. Was he sleeping? You bent over him to verify his breathing. At least, he seemed to be well and wasn’t just dead on his veranda. This eased your conscience but you couldn’t help wanting to stay by his side to know why he acted strangely. Should you wait for him to wake and ask him? What was your purpose in coming?

You watched him sleep, moved. Sakuya was right, you were undeniably in love with this dork. You kept moving forward until you sat astride Keiji, then finally laid down on him, the breadth of his body keeping yours totally off the floor. You buried your nose in the crook of his neck and inhales his scent. He smelled terribly good once the alcohol’s odor left, you thought. Then suddenly you felt arms wrapping around you. Your only reaction was to smile and nestle even more against him. His thumbs were skimming in semicircle on the small of your back and you felt safe there.

A few minutes passed like this, then you decided to raised your head to look at him right in the eyes.

“Did something happen?” you asked him apprehensively.

He looked back at you, first surprised by your question, then he answered, shaking his head slowly from right to left.

“Hm hm~, everything’s alright now.”

His expression was soft, you had never seen him like that. He seemed frail, as if you could lose him at any minute.

“Maybe now you’re fine but-”

“Shh~”

One of his hand ended up between the two of you and he put his forefinger on your lips to keep them quiet. No! You would not let him be that way, not now. You had to know what tormented him. You grabbed his wrist and pinned it against the ground next to his head.

“Keiji! I’m serious! What happened?” you pressed him, panic getting the upper hand of you.

Why did that occur to you? You were supposed to be in control of yourself, of your feelings. Panic didn’t exist with you. And yet. Yet, all your world could collapse if this man underneath you decided it. Because he had an hold strong enough on your heart to break you in the blink of an eye. Before you had realized it, a tear dripped along your cheek and crashed onto Keiji’s face. Others took the same path and you couldn’t stop the flood. You straightened up on your knees and Keiji sat up  with you.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, attempting to clumsily wipe your tears, which were falling tirelessly.

“Because I’m worried sick for you, you moron!!” you shot while giving him punches to his chest.

He caught your wrists, preventing you from hitting him even though you knew perfectly well that your hits wouldn’t do any damage, and kissed you. Your tears immediately ceased to flow under the influence of surprise. This kiss was so different from all those he gave you before. This kiss was sober, and this kiss was genuinely desired. You knew, you felt it, and you deepened the kiss. He released your wrists and took the opportunity to bring you closer to him while you wrapped your arms around his neck. Once out of breath, he broke the kiss, laid his forehead against yours and looked at you intensely. That wasn’t the same look he gave you earlier. Now, his gaze was deep, full of desire.

“I love you”  he whispered quietly.

But it was loud enough for you to hear it. His eyes were filled with determination and you knew he wouldn’t take “no” as an answer to his feelings. All the strain left you, you could finally breathe after all those days. And this was with a beam on your face that you replied:

“I love you too Keiji. Don’t do that to me ever again ok?” you requested of him, taking his face into your hands.

“Then never leave my side” he declared in a serious tone.

“I… It was because of my absence you were in that state?”

He looked away. He was blushing and you thought it was absolutely adorable, even though a guilty feeling arose inside you.

“What else then…?” he muttered, becoming even redder than he was.

You couldn’t help but being moved. Your absence had rendered him this vulnerable that he even ceased to do what he liked because he was depressed.

“I’m sorry, that won’t ever happen” you promised, pulling his head down to you, where he buried it against your breasts.

You wanted to reassure him and you fondled his hair with one hand and his back with the other.

“Hey…” he called out after a while.

“Yes?”

“I’m hungry...”

Keiji was back.