#JUST CUTIES STROLLING IN THEIR LITTLE GARDEN

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Inktober Day 6 - Garden

Prompt list by melosprout on Insta

[schoenpepper]

Isekai'd Chronicles 7

Intro: Diasomnia in an isekai AU.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, ankle injury in Silver's part, Malleus being a cutie, also Silver's a fae

A/N: Diasomnia isn't my favorite dorm in the whole entire world, that's for sure. I tried though, but the ooc might be worse than usual. Enjoy.

Masterlist

You've made up with your friends, hurray! In exchange for some space, you fill out your calendar to hang out with them because they don't seem to want to do it as a group. Tonight, you've decided to take a stroll into the woods near the human dormitory to clear your mind. Things have just been far too hectic lately, and you don't really understand why the capture targets seem a bit overly fond of you, if not possessive. There seem to be fireflies in the distance, and you chase after it subconsciously, your feet leading you deeper into the forest. The lights coalesce into an intimidating figure with horns and one of the most beautiful faces you've ever seen. Malleus Draconia, right, the fae prince likes to walk around randomly in the middle of the night.

For all you've done to try and avoid the male leads, you sure haven't done a very good job.

He greets you and calls you 'Child of Man'. When you take a step back, you see a flash of hurt on his face, and it makes you take a few more steps forward to give him a rather shaky greeting back. You've promised yourself not to get closer to the love interests more than you already have, but he's rather pitiful like this, isn't he? You lend him an ear and talk quietly in the woods with him, and you think maybe it's time to give up your 'avoid the male leads to avoid the bad endings' thing, since it very clearly does not work. Malleus is rather eloquent, so conversation comes easily even though he starts talking about gargoyles. You don't mind gargoyles, and you've gotten really good at dealing with infodumps because of Jade, so you let him rant his endless amount of gargoyle knowledge while occasionally chipping in your own thoughts. And before you know it, it's somehow become a nightly thing, and he's teleporting you both to all sorts of random places so he can talk about ancient architecture. You find his infodumping to be rather relaxing, actually, as are your nightly walks, so you're not too against it. You even manage to rant to him about your own hyperfixations.

He's a very good listener and a very good friend, and at this point, you don't care about that stupid otome game anymore. No, seriously, it's almost been a full year and those main characters that are supposed to be flirting left and right aren't anywhere in sight.

One more male lead that's not going to kill you, yay! Though at this point, there's only one love interest left. Maybe, if you're real lucky, you won't meet him.

"Child of Man?"

You're a little nervous when you hand over the ticket for the culture festival. Sure he probably has a seat in the VIP section but, you hoped the ones you have are good enough for him. "Uh, Tsunotarou, you can use this to get a seat in that play I'm on. I know they're not the best seats in the house, but they're the show's family tickets, and I'd really rather not have my family see me like that." He looks expressionlessly at the ticket in his hands.

"I don't think any of my friends are too interested in the tickets, and you said you're upset you're never invited so—" You cut off your rambling with a defeated sigh. Maybe you're not as close to him as you'd thought.

"Thank you, Child of Man." At least, until he gives you the sweetest smile you've ever seen as he clutches the ticket close to his heart. "For inviting me."

Of course you're not lucky. If you were lucky, you wouldn't have gotten reincarnated into this game. You walk into the garden to try to find that pesky ingredient you were missing for Crewel's class, and you stumble right onto the last target. Literally.

You trip over Silver Vanrouge and fall very ungracefully to the ground, wincing in pain before the pretty man holds out a hand to you. You take his offer and stand up, and congratulate yourself for successfully managing to sprain an ankle. He's apologizing and offering to carry you to the infirmary which you initially decline. If any of your very clingy friends see you in the arms of Malleus' knight, they'll have very different reactions, but you just know none of them will be good! Still, you don't have much of a choice when you try to walk to prove to him that you can, and fall right back to the ground.

He's kind enough to lend you his shoulder once you explain about your friends, and you hop over to the infirmary while cracking stupid jokes that makes a pretty smile crop up on his pretty face. Why is this school just so chock full of pretty boys? He spends the better part of a week helping you because he insists that the injury is his fault. Though you try to tell him that he was just sleeping and had nothing to do with your own stupidity, he claps back with a 'I shouldn't have been sleeping in the gardens anyway', and you just can't argue with that. He's really good with a knife as he cuts you up some fruit that he bought for you, and you do your homework with him as company. Your first year friends gave you very unamused looks when you tried to ask them to help keep your senpais out of your room for fear of what they'd do when they found out you were injured, but they do it begrudgingly once you promise to make some treats for them once your ankle got all better. Even as your injury's all healed up, Silver doesn't seem too keen on leaving you be, and eventually, he's another friend to you.

Aren't you happy? Now all the capture targets are very unlikely to kill you.

The air is quiet, which isn't too unusual when you're with Silver. What is unusual, is the low, slightly sad mood he seems to be in. He looks at you when he asks a question. "Do you think that...humans and fae can be together?"

You shrug. This world's a romance video game after all, who are you to judge people's racial preferences?

"I think it doesn't matter who you want to be with. Especially when your lifespans are uneven. You already have such a short amount of time to be together, so you might as well make the most of it." You comment offhandedly. He doesn't respond, and when you look in his direction, he has an expression of shock and realization on his face.

"Right. What matters should be that they make the most of it..." He repeats in a soft whisper. "Love is a little less complicated than I thought it would be." 

[alecvolturiswifeforever]

playful 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ felix volturi x reader

warnings: floof

@xxx-wounded-angel-xxx you asked to be tagged for felix so here’s a cutie fic i wrote quickly🥹

“Sooooooo… what you’re saying is that you want me to know that i’m your favourite but you don’t want me to tell Demetri that you told me that i’m your favourite because he thinks that he’s your favourite and he’ll be mad if you say otherwise?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow as Felix chuckled at you.

“Well you didn’t need to make it sound so complicated but yes that is precisely what i’m saying” You moved back so your head was resting against one of Felix’s thighs, the gentle giant moving to wrap an arm around your waist and stroke your lower back as the two of you sat beneath a tree in the gardens. It was beginning to get dark, and you would need to go inside soon or else you’d more than likely end up somewhere you shouldn’t be… like the one time you ended up in the dungeons. You shivered at the memory as his voice brought you back.

“You cannot tell him and if i find out you have I will make sure I have a special punishment in mind just for you” He smirk as his fingers tickled your side causing you to jerk away from him.

“No promises..” You giggled as your faced flushed hearing the innuendo leave his mouth. He pulled you between his legs to press gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders before he hummed.

“We should get you back inside before you get cold, tiny” He carefully pulled you up to stand as you glared at him.

“I’m not tiny, you’re just abnormally tall” Rolling your eyes you continued to ramble on as you both casually strolled through the gardens back towards the castle, a soft smile adorning his features as he listened to you until you suddenly cut off. Using his supernatural speed he quickly grabbed your arm as you tripped… over literally nothing.

Laughing through his nose he pulled you close to him, threading you arm through his.

“Oh my clumsy little one. What am I going to do with you, mia amore?”

“Okay that wasn’t my fault! It’s dark… not all of us have enhanced eyesight” you pouted up at him.

“You are quite feisty today, aren’t you sweetheart?” He winked and you flushed a bright red. “But I must say you make an excellent argument… considering you tripped over nothing”

You swatted his arm as he laughed at you.

“You’re so mean! For that i’m definitely telling Demetri what you said”

“Tsk tsk tsk now” He stopped walking in order to face you, hands cupping your cheeks. “My feisty little human, I love you…” He brushed his nose against yours and gazed into your eyes. His scent intermixed with the soft tone of his voice sent you into a trance, completely losing focus on what you had been saying. He leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away and walking ahead of you. You stood for a second, your thoughts clearing before you could realised what he did.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” You moved fast to catch up with him and he laughed loudly.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game baby”

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hi! The tsundere reader ask you did for me was soo good so i have to ask, do you write for ike prince? Cuz if you do then can you do one for that as well? Romantic headcanons for this please 🙏 thank you so much:)

Ikemen Prince

Character(s): Clavis, Sariel, Leon

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: Who would find themselves falling for a tsundere?

Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(My Default), Reader is MC, Romantic, Possible OOC(I've Only Read Yves Route So Far)

I don't take requests for ikepri since I'm still new to the game(and am struggling with motivation to play games in general rn TT), but I do have inspiration for your request so I'm going to do it :3

Thank you again for requesting! I hope you also like this one <3

(Also, you can find what fandoms and characters I write for on my pinned post through the Fandoms + Characters link)

   ➢ Clavis

Clavis being...well, Clavis, he finds ways to tease you at least a few times a day. Mostly to see your reaction, but also to quell that aggressive trickster prancing around inside. He'll premeditate a plethora of pranks and "coincidental" meetings just do everything mentioned above

It's truly not long until he takes a proper liking toward you. His heart honestly gets softer each time he calls you a term of endearment too, as if it's melting into putty. He might get a bit mean once he realizes this, though. Pranks will become a little mean-spirited and the pet names he'd call so sweetly will be dripping in sarcasm...he's definitely still falling for you, he just needs some time before admitting it

   ➢ Sariel

Another person who has a thing for teasing you, though it's a tad different than Clavis. Sariel does well in creating tension and implying things that he can easily wave off as him meaning something else(and then teasing you on what you thought he had meant). He lives up the devil title in many ways despite kindly helping you with your new duties

Most times he'll say and do things to get a rise out of you, relishing in the way you stumble to insult him or attempt to aggressively push him away. But with each day he spends doing so, he finds his words becoming rather...sincere. Perhaps he truly would like to place his lips on more than just your hands; perhaps he would enjoy a midnight stroll through the gardens with you

   ➢ Leon

Unlike Clavis and Sariel, Leon makes it quite apparent that he finds you cute. Utterly adorable, even. He wants to pinch your cheeks like a granny and gush about how hot your face feels in his hands. He'll call you all sorts of pet names before actually settling on one - should he say 'morning, cutie' or 'hey, precious'? Now, despite how open he is with his feelings for you, he's still rather reserved about it. He won't be shouting it to the rooftops, he'll just keep between you and him(and, albeit rare, his faction)

He's well aware of his feelings for you and embraces them as much as he can with his pain and hesitancy, that is caused by such pain. He might be distant from time to time before he fully confesses, but he makes it clear it's not your fault. And when that 'I love you' falls from his lips in the same way he fell for you...it was all worth it

[ssuminshan-official]

Yao: *relaxing with team dimple*

Where's huaisang.

Su she: somewhere being a gremlin.

Xue yang: eating human flesh.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, I saw him doing your laundry, and I politely told him to be careful with your clothes, as it's very lavish and delicate.

Su she: just like our Yaoyao.

Xue yang: I think that you were more harsh than polite.

Mo xuanyu: ahahaha. You'll never know, because you weren't there.

Yao: *giggling* what did you really tell him, A-Yu?

Mo xuanyu: I said, Nie twink, be careful with Yao gege's clothes. It's very expensive and delicate. His clothes costs more than all the fans and art supply in your closet combined, times 10. If you rip them, you'll see the worst side of team dimple and Yao gege's hulijings.

No pressure, have a nice day.

Yao: lol!! A-Yu!

Xue yang: you only pretend to be cute and quiet.

Su she: I believe that huaisang needed to know.

Yao: ah, I love how savage you all are, haha.

Team dimple is amazing.

Trio: because you're amazing.

Yao: *smile*

*rests his hands on his lap, then sits upright*

Su she: you're so magnificent.

Yao: thank you so much.

Xue yang: what are you going to do, foxy?

Yao: you'll see.

Anyways, I want you to keep an eye on him.

*calls* Huaisang!!!!

Huaisang: *running in* yes San ge!

Yao: there you are.

I want to take a walk.

Huaisang: *whining* are your legs tied? Why do you need me for?

Su she: rude! Is that how you speak to him!!

Mo xuanyu: I'll maul your face, Huaisangggggg!!!!!

Xue yang: *holding him back* calm yourself, little chihuahua.

Mo xuanyu: xue gege! I'm not a chihuahua!

Yao: relax.

Yao: A-Sang, of course I need you. To carry me in my fox form.

Huaisang: oh. *mocking/sarcastic* does his majesty want a pillow?

Yao: no no.

The pillow is for the sedan chair.

Hauisang: (it's so hard to serve this San ge) ok then. Let's go.

Mo xuanyu: don't drop him.

Xue yang: I'll add your fingers to my collection.

Su she: if you dare hurt him.

Hauisang: I got this!

Yao: *transforms*.

Huaisang: *lifts him up*

Yao: Fuying, bring the staff.

Fuying: sure Huangdi.

Huaisang: why do you need a staff? And I'm here.

Yao: it's a hulijing thing.

Yao: but fine. You're a lot like Dage. Afraid of my staff.

What do you expect from hulijing royalty, A-Sang.

I'll only bring Yi and Fuying, ok.

Huaisang: don't make me drop you, you little diva.

Su she: *unsheaths sword*

Fuying: hey that's an offense!!

Huaisang: *sobs* I'm sorry! I didn't mean it.

Yao: I'll be back, my darling team dimple.

Su she: be safe.

You're my life.

Mo xuanyu: huaisang is a madman.

Xue yang: we don't like him.

Huaisang: ugh. Let's go, Huangdi.

Yao: yes.

(Oh I love messing with hausiang)

~

While strolling outside, the hulijings passing by would stop and greet their huangdi~ with a slight bow.

Huaisang: (hmm.....what if it was me who they're bowing to, and not this fur ball of a San ge.

If I play my cards right, I can become famous.

San ge's favorite concubine, then I'll get rid of San ge!

Maybe I can get rid of team dimple, I don't know.)

Yao: A-Yi.

Yi: Huangdi.

Yao: can you go to the store and buy Huaisang a brain cell. I think he lost one.  He's spaced out.

Yi: *laughing* oh Huangdi, you're so hilarious.

Huaisang: no San ge, I'm not spaced out.

Let's continue our stroll.

Yao: yes.

Just to let you know, that you can't scheme in Jingjing..

My hulijings may attack you.

Huaisang: don't worry San ge. I wasn't scheming. Hehehehe.

X: *confronts them* oh hiii cutie.

Huaisang: hii.

X: who are you? I was greeting his royal foxiness.

Huaisang: *sourly* I knew that.

Yao: hi Madam.

X: stretching your legs I see, Huangdi.

Yao: yea. You know that I must go out and get some fresh air.

Hauisang: (I'm actually the one who's stretching his legs) 

X: *shaking Yao's little fox paw* I'll take your leave.

Yao: sure. Till we meet again.

Yao: Huaisang, let's go admire some flowers.

Huaisang: sure San ge.

~ at the garden.

Yao: put me down, and take a break.

Huaisang: finally.

You're very heavy!

Yao: stop complaining.

Fuying: here are some black gloves for your paws, Huangdi.

Yao: thank you.

Huaisang doesn't even know how to treat me.

Fuying: so sad.

Huaisang: diva. I was literally carrying you all over the courtyard.

Yao: *sigh* yes. But I believe that you can do better.

And I felt threatened.

Huaisang: how?????

Fuying: Huaisang that's illegal.

Yao: I felt like you would drop me. Or throw me in a bush.

Huaisang: *sarcasm* never. HUANGDI. *rolls eyes*

Fuying: do you want me to hold you, Huangdi?

Yao: nah, it's fine. I'm just going stretch my legs a bit.

Fuying: *tearing up*

Huaisang: what happened to you?

Fuying: how can be so cruel to Huangdi.

Huaisang: why is everyone so dramatic. More dramatic than me.

Yao: *walking around, while sniffing flowers*

Some minutes after.

Huaisang: *falling asleep on a bench*

Yao: Huaisang.

Huaisang: *startled* team dimple, I didn't do it!

Huaisang: oh hey, Huangdi.

Yao: are you going to pick me up?

Huaisang: *sighs* sure. *puts foxyao on his lap.*

*strokes his back* cute little foxy.

Yao: I'm glad you admitted that I'm cute.

 

Huaisang: don't push your luck.

Yao: *laughs* I'll certainly try not to.    

*chews Huaisang's fan*

Huaisang: San ge!

Yao: I was bored.

And I like the crunching sound your fan makes.

Huaisang: my fan can't be your chew toy!

Yao: but you have plenty already.

Huaisang: my fan is off limits!

Yao: *flops ears* even for the emperor?

Huaisang: yes.

Fuying: it's illegal yo refuse the emperor.

Huaisang: *sigh* oh my god.

Give me the strength to face San ge and his dramatic hulijings. As well as team dimple.

Yao: I have realised that I'm fond of chewing on fans!!

My hulijing staff, I would love some fans to chew on from now on.

Attendants: yes, our adorable Huangdi!!

Yao: and Huaisang doesn't need to cry about it anymore!

Fuying: excellent.

You're so cute.

Huaisang: you called that diva 'cute'.

Fuying: yea, look at him.

Huaisang: he might scratch my eyes out.

Fuying: if you provoke him. Also he would have people do it for him.

[detectivesus]

I’m in Amsterdam for the first time, tell me all the spots to go visit/eat bestie!!!

here’s my food recs list:

Fancy / Experience Restaurants

- FIKO (dark & intimate, great food, fancy but reasonable prices, nice chill vibe!)

- Mr Porter (bright steak restaurant, rooftop views in city centre, expensive but a one time treat maybe?)

- Van Kerkwijk (cozy, upmarket casual, hidden gem!! expensive but a place you could sit back for hours in and enjoy)

More Casual Restaurants

- Eatmosfera (casual but really good pizza place)

- Foodhallen (touristy food hall but with good quality food!! so many options)

- Five Brothers Fat (casual barcelona tapas, good food with reasonable prices)

- Café George (slightly above casual but nice food and chill vibes!! can be expensive)

- Harlem Soul Food (good prices, good food, nice location especially when it’s warm out!! very chill)

- La Perla (loooooovely pizzas, pretty casual)

- Barça (really nice tapas, greg location, and has really really nice cocktails and music at night!)

Quick Bites

- Caldi e Freddi ‼️ (unreal italian deli) (no sit down, takeaway only but you can sit on a canal!)

- 100 Montaditos (spanish tapas with cheap food and drinks, one of my favourites!!)

- Zero Zero (sandwich place, can get busy but lovely quality food)

you’re lucky with the weather!!!! in the sunshine i’d recommend Vondelpark, Hortus Botanicus (cutie botanical gardens), de 9 straatjes (cute neighbourhood with nice little boutiques and cafes)!!!! genuinely though i think it’s one of the best cities to just aimlessly stroll around, just avoid damrak imo lmao (it’s gross vibes)!!!!!! have fun, let me know if you need anything (:

[catchhellblues]

Andromeda became a little toddler girl! (I am not really bothering with outfits from now on until like teenagerhood because I just can't with the CAS loading times man.)

And finally, the arrival of the first baby boy in the family, Pierre Blues!

Michele has decided he's had enough and does not want to reconcile. Alright buddy I would have completed your lifetime wish of mastering gardening but you gotta go so I kicked him out (to a house). I did get him a job before doing that because he was unemployed lmao

Cherry finally decided to get her shit together and act like a mother, taking Andromeda for a stroll. She has been on maternity leave from her job at the hospital for like 3 years at this point

And Pierre aged up super quicky into a toddler! Look at this cutie being held by Holly. he gets River's looks really

Here's Lucky taking a nap on a bench. She joined the journalism career and has been intensely researching and writing while Cherry's been on her little journey.

Cherry asked Lizette over to see if things were really over, but it seems like Lizette wants to reconcile too!

[crisalidaseason]

Look, I'm really gay and a simp for Mikasa. Also, I've been obsessed with Royalty tropes. This thing came out of my brain as a result. Hope you enjoy it, I guess.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: Mikasa being a chaotically cute and oblivious, me being gay af and simping for her. Eren being clueless but supportive nonetheless. OH, this is very sapphic. Not proofread at all, that's just a self indulgent story that I vomited on my phone's keyboard

Princess reader who gets an arranged marriage with prince Eren Jaeger. Both Eren and the princess are miserable with this situation. Eren wants to be a traveler and explore the world's hidden mysteries. The princess wants to be free from the duty of marriage and child bearing.

Unfortunately, princess and Eren get married. They make an agreement to act as a couple only to the public, but never in private. They become good friends with time and learn to appreciate each other's companies and advice.

One day, an assassination attempt endangers the princess's life and Eren decides that she needs more personal protection. He sends a letter to his sister, Mikasa, a well known strong shield maiden and also a very trusted person. Mikasa agrees to look after her brother's wife.

What Mikasa didn't expect is to find the princess extremely ethereal and beautiful. She tries to play it off as normal because everyone simps for a princess from time to time (right? It's normal, right?).

Princess is utterly in love with Mikasa. As soon as Eren introduced his sister, the princess was too focused on how beautiful and divine the dark haired woman looked. That moment the princess knew she had to get that cutie for herself.

The princess wore the most beautiful dresses, perfumed herself, braided and decorated her hair. She made sure to look pretty for her shield maiden. Everyday they would go for a peaceful stroll around the gardens, talking about the gossip from the previous day. In the afternoons, the princess would take Mikasa to the library and read books with her. In the evenings, the princess insisted that Mikasa sat beside her during dinner. Eren was a little confused but happy that his sister and wife were friends.

One day, Mikasa has to travel for a small mission assigned by her brother. The princess gets really sad, but understands it. Eren assures her that the trip will only last a week and Mikasa will be back very soon. The princess patiently waits, and waits and waits.

After two weeks, a group of shield man come back with a wounded Mikasa and all hell breaks loose. Eren is worried because his sister is almost invulnerable and the princess is worried she won't make it. Fortunately, Mikasa is stable and will recover soon.

During her recovery, the princess wouldn't leave Mikasa on her own. She takes care of her wounds and feeds her when she isn't feeling strong enough to do so. While Mikasa sleeps, the princess kisses her forehead and tells her "I love you" thinking the shield maiden is not listening.

Mikasa of course hears that, but doesn't say anything because she is confused and not sure she wasn't hallucinating. She recovers and everything goes back to normal, but those three words torment the shield maiden's mind.

Mikasa looks for signs that the princess might have romantic feelings for her. All the while she feels guilty because Eren is her husband. She doesn't want to hurt her brother's feelings by pursuing his wife.

All the while Eren is a little too dumb to notice both women are clearly head over heels for one another. It takes Armin to actually tell him "bro, they're in love we have to do something because I can't take this anymore" (let's say Mikasa likes to barge Armin's chambers and complain that the princess is so cute, and pretty, and lovely).

Eren and Armin make a plan (more like Armin does all the planning and Eren is the moral support) to send both women to a very beautiful and secluded castle owned by the Jaeger family. They tell both girls is a safety measure and Mikasa completely agrees to take the princess there.

The princess and her shield maiden arrive on the castle and have a lot of fun walking around and exploring the library and the surrounding forest. They decide to have a picnic and end up kissing, with only the sunset as their witness.

When they arrive back home, Eren and Mikasa have a conversation. Eren tells his sister he doesn't have feelings for the princess and that he would be more than happy to have his sister and friend be married.

In the end, Mikasa and the princess get married with Eren and Armin as witnesses (Armin got his license to marry and unmarry people). Eren and princess are still married to the public, but in private she is Mikasa's wife.

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] 4th Anniversary– “Love Around The City” with Victor (Part 1)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for contents that are yet to be released in the global server! ♡

🚌 Previous Stop: Prologue 

Today’s Station: Rescue Center

This is a place where homeless animals can take refuge from the rain. It’s also a resting spot before they find their forever home.

Today, the Rescue Center is filled with people as always, and the volunteers can barely keep up. A stack of incomplete adoption application forms need to be handled. The adopters are nearby, so let’s interview them and gather some information regarding their adoption requirements.

Once the information has been gathered, let’s recommend the adopters suitable animals from the Rescue Center~

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[NOTE]: I will be adding details for the locations, but will be summarizing the tips for the tasks, cause I’m short on time :’(

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✧ [Location 1: Foster Home] ✧

This is a family that loves little animals. If you have to go on business trips often and are worried that no one will take care of your little cutie, they are very willing to help you.

[Task Management Tips]: Among many workers living nearby, a white-collar worker is looking for a pet. Help him to find the right pet while seeking for clues.

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[IDLE CHAT]

Victor: Are you relieved now?

MC: Yup! Relieved.

MC: I hope the little one will always be happy....

Victor: It will be. This is the foster home we’ve found for it together.

Victor: It will surely live as happy a life as Pudding.

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[TASK]

Office Worker: Are you guys a couple attending the event? Could you do me a favor?

MC: Hello, go ahead.

White-collar worker: I don’t have much time to spend with my daughter because I’m too busy at work. So I’d like to adopt a pet for my daughter.

White-collar worker: She usually likes to watch movies related to Shiba-Inu and also likes to play around and noisy activities. So a pet of almost the same temperament would be the best.

MC: Mm, I will help you in asking around and I will make sure you find a pet as lively as me!

Victor: ....did a certain someone just say a defective sentence?

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✧ [Location 2: Verdant Plaza] ✧

The public square brims with the color green, and is the best place for parents to walk their cats and dogs with their children in tow. When the sunlight is just right, one can also lie on the grass and have a lovely afternoon nap.

[Task Management Tips]: Look for clues while strolling in the park.

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[IDLE CHAT]

MC: Victor, I think it’s very important to have such a piece of greenery in the city.

Victor: Should I thank you for your brilliant insight into urban planning?

MC: Would you like to set up a small garden inside the building for LFG as well?

Victor: Or may be, you can give me a layout and a proposal on the planning in three days.

MC: Pardon, sorry to have bothered you.

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[TASK]

Victor: Why are you laughing secretly?

MC: Uh-huh, I’ve already infiltrated into the most mysterious and important internal group of LFG—— “LFG Cat Lovers’ Group”!

MC: I can’t believe that LFG actually has such an adorable group too!

Victor: The company has many employees who raise cats, so someone has created a group.

MC: You’re not sneaking in a small number to enter in the cat lovers’ too, are you?

Victor: The dummy at home is already enough to toss me around, I don’t have the time to care for someone else.

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✧ [Location 3: My Office] ✧

This company became famous because of the show “Miracle Finder”, and it often produces unique and thought-provoking shows that convey dreams and issues about life.

[Task Management Tips]: A director in your company has affinity for small animals and has filled in the adoption form. Find out his preferences and seek for clues.

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[IDLE CHAT]

Victor: Why are you losing your head in a panic?

MC: Because I remembered there is a file I hadn’t sent to you....!

Victor: ....dummy. there is no need to be particularly diligent at times like this.

Victor: I’ll be here with you the whole day today and I won’t have the time to approve it either.

MC: Good point!

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[TASK]

Director: After being involved in the production of many advertisements on guide dogs, I can sincerely feel that animals are friends of humans.

Director: I’m usually too busy at work and would like to have one to keep my parents company at home. My old ones like to be quiet, so a quieter one in nature would be the best.

MC: When you see a quiet little animal, it can calm down your heart as well, huh.

Victor: So long as it’s something you like, you can feel the calmness and liveliness.

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✧ [Location 4: Pet Supplies Store] ✧

This is the pet supplies store with the best reputation and most comprehensive stock in Loveland City. When it comes to pet toys and supplies, the only thing that is limited is one’s imagination.

[Task Management Tips]: There’s a divination house proprietor who wants to adopt a stray animal. Learn about his preferences and seek for clues.

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[IDLE CHAT]

MC: Wow! This little scarf is so cute, we can give it to pudding!

Victor: Okay, then take it home.

Victor: Is there anything else you want to give to Pudding?

MC: Victor, what do you think could be the probability of us taking over the shop?

Victor: ....let’s go home now.

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[TASK]

MC: Hello. May I ask, have you come here to choose a pet of your liking?

Divination house proprietor: I’m looking for a pet that’d have the same spiritual nature as me....

Divination house proprietor: Pets with special colored eyes have more spiritual influence. I hope it can be like me and like more to stay at home.

MC: I’ve heard that pets with spiritual nature can bring a lot of inspiration. I wonder if it works....

Victor: If you’re referring to the planning inspiration on proposals, calling the number pinned to the top of your contact list would be more useful.

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✧ [Location 5: Loveland Stadium] ✧

Are private instructors too expensive? Is yoga too stale? Why not visit the plain and unadorned Loveland Stadium and enjoy the simple joys of exercise?

[Task Management Tips]: There are many school children near the gymnasium, take a stroll with him over there to see what clues you can find.

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[IDLE CHAT]

MC: What do you think about this tennis skirt?

Victor: I think that a certain someone came over in high spirits to pick up a pair of tennis rackets, but she went straight to the clothing section instead?

MC: This is called “a handy tool makes a handy man”. I need to enhance my armor.

Victor: If I remember correctly, this is a certain someone’s third set of tennis skirts.

Victor: Rather, when will you let me see the results of your “enhanced armors” again?

MC: Until next time....!

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[TASK]

MC: Look, there are many elementary school students over there.

Victor: Should be a sports day organized by the school.

MC: When I was in school, I looked forward to the sports day the most.

Victor: All snackable and lively events are on your list of things to look forward to.

MC: I even won a place in school’s sports day, imagine that!

Victor: On the contrary, it’s not hard to imagine how a certain dummy would look like after she receives her prize certificate.

Victor: It definitely would have been a brilliantly giggling face.

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✧ [Epilogue] ✧

The rescue center has been set up not long ago. Today happens to be another day of rest, so not only are there many adopters coming here, but the activity area is also bustling with noise and excitement.

MC: There are so many cats and dogs made out of soft pottery, so cute!

Staff member: These are all molded by the owners of the pets. You guys can come and pinch out your darling one!

MC: Great idea!

Exhilarated, I wink at Victor as I fetch my soft pottery and sit down.

MC: Let’s compete to see who can pinch out the one most look-alike to Pudding!

Victor: A certain someone always has a particularly strong desire to win at these times.

Although he says this, Victor still fetches the colors he needs for the soft pottery.

MC: Why did you bring so many colors, you can’t use them all on Pudding, can you?

Victor: They will have their usefulness.

Aren’t we trying to pinch out a simple setting for a kitten? I don’t think much into it and quickly throw myself into my craftsmanship.

Soon, my Pudding finally takes shape. When I’m about to flaunt my progress to Victor, I freeze as I raise my head and see the model Victor has pinched out.

MC: Victor.... is that Pudding you’re making?

Victor: I certainly am not.

He unfolds his hand, laying in his palm is clearly a girl in a skirt, and the design of the skirt.... is identical to the one I’m wearing today.

MC: ....I’m not a pet!

Victor: I didn’t pinch out a pet either.

Victor curls the corners of his lips and hands the soft ceramic figurine into my hand.

Victor: The staff member just now said they were pinching out their honey, didn’t they?

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[Note: The staff member and Victor both use the term “宝贝” (bǎobèi) which translates as it pronounces HAHA– “baby/darling/honey/sweetheart”. It also translates to “treasured one”.]

[T/N: I was seeing CN players going “SKDFKFKDJDKEHDKFJ” these few days over something Victor said, now I found what it was LOL. Victor, here, is killing two birds with one stone. He is calling MC his treasured one, and at the same time he is using the pet name “baby/darling.” ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ ]

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🚌 Next Stop: Hongluan Temple 

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[the-shiftshop]

TSS Shorts — Uncle Lee’s Garden

New staff here, call me Goli, and Welcome to my Uncle Lee’s garden where you will find what you didn’t expect. All thanks to The Shift Shop’s Fertilizer, growing your own boyfriend in your mom’s backyard is now possible. Let me tour you around. Although I really don’t know what they call these plants but let me give you a proper tour to our men.

First in the collecti— aww don’t be scared. I’m sorry, this boyfriend is just new and is getting the gropes of his new life. It seems like he’s starting to get used to his clumsy, scaredy-cat personality though. But anyway, here in The Shift Shop, we make quality men. It may vary from twinks to bears, small to big cocked boys. These are all to satisfy our visitors’ needs. However, our boyfriends’ personality may also vary but it is not based on how we grow them. Somehow these boyfriends get to manifest their own personalities. This guy for example. He had been growing for a week now and it seems like he started to adapt to his clumsy personality.

Aside from this boyfriend, we have another one here by the yellow leaves.

Some boyfriends as well grow their signature clothings. This boyfriend grew up with an ear piercing, though I was the one who gave him the shirt to cover his... uhm... disappointment. Anyways, watch out with this guy, he gets a little too flirty. I was trying to feed him this morning and literally tried to fuck me with his little prick, but yeah, he’s still hot, to be honest. With all that muscles, I would forget about his dick.

Moving along, let’s get to my favorite guy.

The sweetest sweetheart in the garden. To me, he’s all perfect. If only I can buy him, but Uncle Lee never let us touch his products, and as much as I want to enjoy his body, suck him off whenever I feed him, he’s all too shy and innocent and I don’t want to ruin that for the customers. He’s super sweet, he loves hugs and cuddles and would get super worried whenever I hurt myself while strolling through the gardens. The necklace grew with him too just like with the other boyfriend. If you ever plan to buy this guy, I’ll tell you where his external pleasure spots are.

Anyways, done with this cutie now. Let’s proceed to the last one.

And finally this boyfriend. The necklace also grew with him. Unlike the other boyfriends, his clothes also came along as he grow. This boyfriend actually had been here for quite a long time. He gets bought, but the customers will return him back for some reason. It happened a lot of times, as for what Uncle told me. He said it had something to do with his “obsessive” persona, but yeah, he’s actually super sweet too, but less than the previous boyfriend. I’ve also been noticing him glaring at the other guys, which is weird and somewhat suspicious. Aside from that, I actually had been seeing him jerking off a lot while looking at me. He never stops when I tell him to. Like, he’s showing all the things he would do for anyone. Anyways, I don’t really recommend this boyfriend to ANYONE, unless this kind of personality is what you like.

Done with the tour. Have you picked your boyfriend already?

[nad-zeta]

A Chance Encounter

Pairings: Vlad x Reader

Words: 1700+

Comments: Eeeeeek and so it continues hehehe! 🥺😳😳🌸//dances around! Cutie Appreciation weekend activates! hehe, hope ya enjoy love! Hehe thanks cutie for always indulging me with all my random spam and never failing to make me smile!😆❤❤❤🥺🥺 hehe sending alllll the sparkles! Hope you are taking care of yourself and taking it easy today! ✨🎉🎁🎂

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Amid the springtime season, your life was destined to change forever. To leave in a month but to stay an eternity. Something that you had never anticipated to happen when you had first arrived. Why you chose to remain persists to be a mystery. The door larch released after a month, yet standing before the grand oak door on the day of your supposed departure just felt off, felt wrong, felt almost as if you were going back to a word you did not truly belong in.

You never understood your own impulsive decision. Despite having befriended all the mansion’s residents and making a new home there, you felt lost, almost like a sense of searching, a longing type feeling, like you were still looking for a home—a place you belonged— a place where your heart would feel at peace.

With wistful eyes, you scanned the pages upon pages of poetry, looking for an answer, looking for comfort, but finding none. That is, until you first spotted him, striding past the bookstore window. Gaze catching sight of wisps of white hair dancing in the springtime breeze. Your heart latched forward, eyes following the figures until he was out of sight, yet the memory of him remained with you long after he had disappeared from view.

Eyes focusing back on the book of poems before you, you almost had to laugh at the poem emanating from the pages, it certainly had your hopeless romantic mind running away from you— giving hope for an answer soon to be solved. Regardless you smiled at the little poem leaving a flower bookmark in place to remember.

‘Well, from the moment I first saw you,

there was a spark of peace and mutual energy

that will forever rest inside my brain and in my thoughts.

It was so strong that I constantly think about it

and wonder if that is something

that could be permanent for me rather than a brief moment of interaction,

a brief exchange of hope and energy.

I couldn’t help myself but to be close to you,

someway- somehow.

I believe there are only a handful of people

that come across your path

that can make you feel more than simply human.

You, yes you, you make me feel alive, hopeful, and assured

that there is more out there.'

Weeks had gone by, and still, you had not come across the white-haired stranger again, the memory of him steadily fading from your mind as daily tasks occupied your time. The newest of the errands being to pick up a dozen fresh sunflowers to celebrate the resident angel’s birthday.

With a ring of the bell above the carved mahogany door you entered into the local flower shop—a quaint little shop in the middle of the busy Parisian streets. The storefront perfectly decorated with scatters of seasonal summer flowers, enticing any person passing by to visit the floral boutique. And the inside of the store was every bit as welcoming, with flowers littered on every corner of the store, drawing your eyes about.

“Welcome, can I help you with anything,” the quiet voice came blooming from the front of the shop, drawing your attention away from the delicate blue flowers and deeper into the workshop.

A tiny gasp left your lips when you finally realized that the source of the gentle voice was from the very man who had been plaguing your mind for weeks now.

You took a few clumsy steps towards the front counter, heart hammering in your chest. You felt silly for having a crush on a man you had never even uttered as much as two words to, yet here you were— Legs heavy as led, pulse racing, and sweat dripping down your back.

Your mind swam with a million thoughts, yet your mouth refused to speak. The delicate man raised a brow at you, head tilting curiously to the side as you slowly made your way closer. You trained your gaze down, fingertips nervously playing with the seams of your sleeves as you finally mustered up the courage to stutter out your request, “I-I uh, am here to pick up an o-order.”

Your eyes finally drifted up to catch sight of the slither of a smile ghosting across his lips, and you swore your heart melted then and there. Vlad’s eyes twinkled in amusement as he watched your face flush, ‘cute,’ he thought as he leaned down to grab hold of the order book.

“Ah, let me just find it for you.” He carefully placed the book down on the table before his gaze returned to yours, “your name?” he asked politely.

“Van Gogh,” you practically yelled out, eyes widening— appalled at yourself for the sudden outburst. You gripped your sleeves, knuckles white, wishing the ground would spare you the embarrassment and just swallow you whole.

“I-i mean, the order is under van Gogh, my name isn’t van Gogh” you awkwardly corrected, wanting nothing more than to bang your head against the table in mortification— but then it reached your ears—the sound of his soft melodious laughter slicing through the tension.

His laughter was light and airy, like the gentle summer breeze ringing like the garden chimes. It sparked the memory of a poem you had come across, bringing a whole new meaning into your life.

“Calm the winds as angels sing.

Lovers’ tune and flowers bring

little buds caressed by dew

sending pretty thoughts of you.”

“Sunflowers,” he stated between huffs of delicate laughter, closing the book and making his way to the backroom to retrieve your order.

The moment he was out of sight, your hands shot up to cover your warming cheeks; you felt like a schoolgirl being confronted by her crush. Keep it together, you hissed to yourself, eyes squeezing tightly together as you tried your best to focus your mind on the business at hand.

The sound of his tender voice broke the silence once more as he returned carrying a dozen bright yellow sunflowers in his arms, “adoration, loyalty and longevity.”

“What?” you questioned, eyes bright with curiously as fingers fidgeted with the strands of hair framing your face— in an attempt to calm your restless heart.

“The meaning of the flowers, adoration, loyalty and longevity,” he repeated happily, placing the flowers down on the counter. There was a beat of silence before you came back to your senses, realizing that you needed to pay the man. The soft smile never once left Vlad’s face as he watched you nervously scrabble around for the coins to pay for the order.

Finally, you found the pouch of money Sabastian had given you to pay for the flowers, and thrust it out towards the man, eyes meeting his crimson reds. They were beyond stunning, shining in childlike mischief yet holding an archaic air.

Warm hands gently wrapped their way around your delicate little ones, “It’s on the house,” he spoke, this time a spring-like smile dancing across his features.

Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled for words, “b-but I insist, I can’t just take these for nothing.” Again you pushed your hands forward, leaning closer to emphasize your intent.

“Then,” he paused, contemplating his following words carefully. It had been long since Vlad had opened his heart to another. Yes, he loved the human race, but he had never truly allowed himself to fall in love. However, there was something about you, in the way you talked, the way your every thought fluttered across your gorgeous features that captivated him, that drew him in, like a moth to a flame. “Then how’s about you spend the afternoon with me strolling the botanical garden, and we will call it even?"

The rest of the interaction was like a happy blur. You didn’t even remember how you had gotten home or even what you had done in the time that had passed; all you knew was that you were now excitedly strolling down the cobbles stone path amid the vibrant flowers in the large botanical gardens.

It had been weeks since your first interaction with the man and every day since, you had visited his flower shop, idly chatting away about anything and everything that popped into your mind. After the first date together, you knew you had fallen, hard.

“What are you thinking about?” his gentle smile played across his features, ruby eyes gazing down lovingly at you. You returned his smile with one of your own, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze as you made your way through the gardens to your favourite spot.

“It’s a secret”, came the words, eye twinkling with mischief.

“Oh? You won’t tell me?” The corners of his lips lifted to form an impish smile.

“Nope!”

“Well, then I have no other choice!” His eyes shone with affection as he gently lifted your hand and started to twirl you around.

Your laughter filled the serene area causing a few raised brows from all who passed by. Not that you had a care in the world, especially being beside the love of your life.

Just then, he stopped, pulling you closer to fall against his chest, only, he had lost his footing and went tumbling backwards with you to fall straight on top of him with an ‘oooof’.

With widened eyes, you gazed down at him, an apology on your tongue, stopped only by the boyish chuckle that escaped him.

His hand came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and fingers tenderly brushed over your cheeks. Time stood still between the two of you, each gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes before you broke the silence, “a secret for a secret,” you blurted out.

Immediately following it up with a confession of your own to prompt the man to spill the beans. “I love you with all my heart,” the secret left your lips as you beamed down at the man, dusting of pink blooming across your face.

“And I, you,” Vlad returned in a soft hum.

He reached over and plucked a delicate blue flower from the nearby bush. He twirled it between his fingertips for a few moments before securing it between the strands of your soft hair.

“Forget me not,” he said, his face softened with pure love for you.

Your silly grin continued to widen, and with a brush of your nose against his, the response left your lips, “not even for a moment.”

Your eyes soon fluttered closed as the affected words were whispered against his lips before they were sealed in a feather-light promising kiss.

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poems: There you are, Painting Love With Words

[murderslugs]

Slasher Bf/Gf Scenarios/Imagines! || Meeting Them

Jason Voorhees (Friday The 13th)

You were out with friends, and it was getting awfully late. But still, there you were, with a flashlight and a backpack with a first-aid kit, some snacks, and water in it, just in case, walking through the abandoned camping trail with your friends. You guys had grown up in a town not too far away from the little old camp, and you’d heard all the stories that surrounded the place. For years you had just dismissed it, you all had passed it off as a local legend or rumor, but still there was a little spark of curiosity. Of course, this is what led you to where you reside now, exploring the camp in search of something peculiar, maybe a story to tell.

“Maybe we should go home...It’s late and I’m not feeling well..” your friend, Ruby, said wearily. It was true, you could see the illness in her dark, drooping eyelids. “Oh, bullshit! You’re fine, just drink some water and go throw up on a tree or something!” another friend yelled out. You just rolled your eyes. “Shut up! She doesn’t look too good, Otis! I think I should bring her back to the car to sit down.” You said with concern. To the dismay and groaning of the group, they let you and Ruby on your way back down the trail and to the car while they continued down the path. 

As you made your way to the car, Ruby fell close behind in your steps. Your flashlight flickered continually, and then suddenly gave out; leaving you two in the dark, and the pale moon barely illuminating through the trees above you. “Shit,” you muttered to yourself, hitting the battery pack to the light repeatedly. “Stop, quiet,” Ruby whisper-shouted. That’s when you heard the rustling of the branches getting closer. Closer. Closer. “Maybe we shou…” You turn around, to see Ruby gone. 

“Ruby? Ruby?!” You shouted out, to no response. You turned frantically, searching for any sign of her presence. A large man in a ski mask and an old, ruined jacket stood before you, silent. Before you could turn to run or get around him, you felt a sudden pressure on the side of your head, and then you saw black.

Michael Myers (Halloween)

It was Halloween night, and you were home from college for fall break. Your mom insisted that you took your younger sister trick-or-treating, even though you refuted that she was 12 years old, and could handle herself. So, you just took her block to block instead and sat on the corner of the street for her to walk down to the other end and get to all the houses. It was a small town, so there were never really concerns about kidnapping and such. It was just never a problem, you guess. 

“Go, Riley. You’re a big kid, you can go down the street.” You groaned, tired of her constant whining. “But (y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn), It’s dark down there!! There’s not a street light at the end!!” she whined insistently. You sighed heavily and pulled your phone out of your pocket. “Here. You can use the flashlight on my phone, just don’t snoop through my info.” You told her, handing over the old smartphone, and pulling a pumpkin-shaped sucker from her trick-or-treat bag. “You owe me this.” 

You unwrapped the cheap candy and popped it into your mouth, leaning on the house fence as your sister skipped down the sidewalk. The leaves rustled in the trees, and suddenly you heard footsteps behind you, and whipped around to see who it was. It was on the quieter side of town, and it was getting late. This meant that there shouldn’t be many people out, so there shouldn’t be someone behind you. But still, you came face-to-chest with a tall man in a dark blue jump-suit type outfit, and a white mask. You panicked, and thought quickly about how to fight back. Unfortunately, he seemed to be faster than you, and your mouth was covered as you were picked up and carried off into the darkness, legs kicking uselessly. 

Carrie White (Carrie)

You were at the library when you saw a pale girl browsing through the young adult fantasy section. You observed her actions, as she readjusted her dress and collar. She carefully picked a book from the shelf and flipped it to the back to read the description. You saw a flash of the cover, and realized it was one of your favorite series, Chronicles of Narnia. You hesitated but stepped forward in a bit of excitement.

“That’s a good one, I, um, really recommend checking it out.” You told her with a smile, and she looked up, seemingly a bit taken aback. You realized this, and took a step back to give her space. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you...I’m (y/n).” You stuck out your hand, and she just looked down at it, book in hand. “Carrie...Sorry, mama never liked me talking to strangers…” “No, no, it’s okay, I underst-” “No, it’s okay...She’s been gone a while now.” She looked down. 

You stood awkwardly, feeling a bit bad now. “You seem kind enough. I’ve got to go, but we can talk again another time. I come here every Sunday, around noon.” Carrie said quietly, smiling softly and turning, taking Narnia with her. You sat to yourself, a bit confused about the interaction. You shook your head and carried on. “Next Sunday it is,” You thought to yourself.

Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

There was a new girl at school, as you had heard. How could you not have when everyone was talking about it? She had moved here recently after some sort of tragedy occured, or so you’d heard. It was rumored that she had to have surgery cause someone tried to kill her, she was all stabbed up and shit and nearly bled out. You can’t imagine how awful that would be, and you kept thinking about how she probably came here for a new start, and wouldn’t want people asking about it, but you knew it would happen anyways.

It was 3rd period, Anatomy, when a girl you’d never seen before walked into the classroom. This, of course, must have been the new girl. She was absolutely glowing, even from afar. Her hair was voluminous, rich, and dark, her skin was clear and shiny, her eyes were sharp and bright. It took your breath away trying to take in the sight. The girl’s heels clicked as she trailed to the back of the classroom, to where you were. She sat beside you, at the lab table. 

You tried not to look at her, after all, you didn’t want to seem weird. You looked at the floor and over to her shoes. A few drips of a thick, crimson substance were on the floor beneath her, seemingly originating from her shoe. You wondered for a moment if she was hurt. Or, could she have hurt someone else..? It scared you a bit to think about the second option. God knows this school didn’t need another bully, or anything worse than it.

You were tranced, stuck in your own looming dark thoughts, when a velvet voice came to your ears. You snapped your glance up from the floor, to see the girl looking at you, specifically. To your dismay, blood rushed to your face out of embarrassment. “I’m Jennifer. Do you have a pen I can use?”

Billy Loomis (Scream)

You were in your brand new house, you had moved out and into the next town over from your parents. You wanted to be further away, but you knew that your mom would be upset, she was always so protective. She even said that she expected you to come visit her on the weekends. The relationship was a bit exhausting sometimes. But now, you were in your own house, and it was great. You could decorate it however you wanted, you could have whoever you wanted over, you could do basically whatever.

Though, for now, you decided to just make some off-brand pizza rolls and blare some music, maybe even dance around a little bit. Season Of The Witch by Donovan was playing on your stereo when suddenly your phone rang. You paused the music, and quickly answered. Normally, you would check the caller ID, but you were in a good mood and it completely slipped your mind. I mean, who cares if it's a scam caller? You can just hang up. To your surprise, it wasn’t a familiar voice, but didn’t seem to be a scam-caller. Maybe a wrong number? 

“Do you like scary movies?” The other line said. You were suspicious, and for a second you considered that maybe it was a survey. It didn’t seem to be a harmful question, so you replied, “Yeah, duh. If you don't, you're pretty lame.” You turned the music back on, but turned the volume down. He asked a few follow-up questions, and you gave your honest answers. You just strolled around the kitchen, occasionally checking the timer on your food so that it doesn’t burn. 

You had your phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder, and you had on oven mitts as you grabbed your pizza rolls from the oven. “What’s your name?” The caller suddenly asked. You paused for a second as you put the cooking sheet on the counter. “Why do you wanna know..” You asked cautiously. “Well, I wanna know the name of the cutie I’m looking at.” He said, and your heart damn near stopped. “Excuse me..?” You hung up and quickly ran to the doors, double-checking the locks and locking the windows and shutting the curtains. You grabbed a knife from the silverware drawer and locked yourself in your room, where you eventually fell asleep in the dark silence.

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

You had just moved out to the country-side to start anew, planning to start a small farm and just live in peace on the quiet little land. Little did you know, you had neighbors across the field that weren’t exactly the type of neighbors that you could ask for a cup of sugar. You were hanging the new drapes for the windows after having taken the old ones down. They were old, dirty, ragged. Honestly, the old farmhouse was sort of let to rot for a while, and you knew it. It was cheap though, and you were up to the challenge. You decided that you would decorate it, clean it up, and make it like brand new, even with the little money that you had. 

As you were hanging the drapes, you kept looking out into the distance of the rolling fields outside the window, littered with patches of wild flowers in the grass. You fantasized about making gardens, maybe even building a little stable for a horse or two. It was a lovely thought; there was a small village a little while away from the farm that you could ride a horse to if you wanted. 

Though, some distance away in the field, you saw the figure of what looked to be a man wandering in the field. You weren’t too worried, as you had all the locks in place, it was the middle of the day, and he looked peaceful. So, you just forgot about it and went on fixing up your house, unpacking, and getting the rest of the things in place. Although you had been there about a week, you still understandably weren’t completely unpacked. 

A few hours later, you were doing a bit of drawing on the couch and taking some time to relax. That’s when you heard a thud on your door. Just a single thud, that’s all. Still, you had reason to be concerned, as you were sort of in the middle of the country and it was starting to set into the evening. You quietly walked to your bedroom and grabbed a shotgun from the closet that you kept for protection, a tradition in your family. You carried it with you as you checked the door. You looked through the thin peephole, but saw nothing. You opened the door to find a paper stuck to the door by a rusty hatchet, buried deep into the oak. Your heart rate spiked as you tore the note from the door and read it. “Welcome to the neighborhood, pretty person” was spelled in crude handwriting.

[chaoticpuff17]

A Dangerous Game

part 12

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Namjoon left in a huff after that leaving both Y/N and Jungkook in shock. Neither of them really knew what to make of his exit as they looked at each other with mirrored looks of confusion.

“Well that was interesting.” She laughed. “Shall we walk around the garden?” She suggested smiling at the younger man. What else were they really supposed to do?

She had the time but not the inclination to stay and contemplate what was going around in Namjoon’s head. That was a twisted mess she had no interest in detangling. If you entered the labyrinth that was his mind you were likely to never come out again. It was not a risk she was willing to take, and so instead they walked around the garden.

Jungkook, she found, was a rather shy young man. He didn’t say much, but he followed her like a shadow as they wandered about the gardens. She was looking for an exit. He was making sure she didn’t do anything Namjoon wouldn’t approve of. At least that was what they were doing before they were accosted by the happiest ball of fluff she had ever seen.

“Who is this cutie?” She asked kneeling down to scratch behind the dog’s ears.

Jungkook kneeled down as well smiling as he gave the dog attention as well. “This is Moni. He’d Namjoon hyung’s dog.”

“Namjoon has a dog?” Jungkook nodded. “That man, the devil himself, has a white fluffy dog?” Again, he nodded. And she couldn’t help but laugh. It just seemed so out of character. Weren’t crime lord’s supposed to keep tough dogs like Rottweilers and Pitbulls? But here was possibly the cutest little ball of fluff she had ever seen.

“Your hyung is a very strange man.” She told Jungkook. “Does he even have time for a dog? You know between the illegal activities and kidnapping women?”

“Moni spends a lot of time with the staff.”

“Well that’s no good. Moni and I will just have to be friends from now on. Won’t we, Moni?” She cooed smooshing the dogs face. It was her dog now.

“Come along, boys!” She smiled standing back up straightening out her skirt ready to continue their walk.  

She found out rather quickly that the gardens were enclosed by a wall, a very tall wall, but there were trees, trees that were very climbable. They could get her close to the top of the wall. The problem was that she didn’t know what was on the other side of that wall or how many goons Namjoon had watching the perimeter of the estate. And then there was her new problem. Jungkook. How was she supposed to get rid of her new shadow? Those would all have to be problems for another time though. She didn’t have the free reign she needed to properly scope out the area and plot.

Her days quickly fell into a new routine. She would wake up and go to her breakfasts with Namjoon in the morning and share a meal with him in the evening. Other than that she would be free to spend the day as she pleased, so long as she remained within the boundaries of the estate. Jungkook would be with her wherever she went or at the very least waiting just outside the door. The only time Jungkook was not with her was when either Namjoon or Jin was, but Jin’s visits could not be as frequent as she would have liked them to be. But she found a great friend in Jungkook.

The young man was like a younger brother to her now, and she no longer minded his constant presence in her life. He also came with the added bonus of sneaking her into activities that were not quite Namjoon approved such as Mario Kart tournaments or movie marathons. Of course the house staff knew of her activities, but no one could begrudge her a few luxuries without the boss’ knowing especially not when there was so little to keep someone occupied when you did the same things day after day. So they kept her secret, and Namjoon never knew of the little indulgences Jungkook allowed her.

It had been maybe three weeks since she’d been released from her rooms, and she was wondering the garden with Moni and Jungkook like she did most days. Her days were an endless cycle of wandering the gardens, playing the piano, and reading books that Namjoon had prepared. She and Jungkook would have tea in the garden. It wasn’t that harsh of a life. Namjoon treated her well in fact. The only real complaint she had, other than being a prisoner, was how monotonous her gilded cage was. If you didn’t know she was a prisoner, you never would have suspected it. She was treated as the lady of the house, Namjoon’s precious wife.

She was grateful for the gardens and for the piano room. She was even grateful for Jungkook, her guard, her shadow. When it was just the two of them and Moni, she could almost forget that she was a prisoner and that Jungkook was her guard. She could almost forget that he wouldn’t hesitate to turn her into Namjoon if she slipped up. But or a few moments at least, she could forget.  

“I’d heard that Namjoon had found himself a woman.” An unfamiliar voice spoke startling her from her reverie.

Looking up she found a man smiling down at her. He was handsome with a lovely smile that normally would have given her butterflies, but nothing was normal about her life these days, and everyone she met was in Namjoon’s pocket.

She stood up straight and smoothed out the fabric of her skirt as Jungkook watched carefully from a few feet away where he had been playing with Moni while she watched the Koi from the bridge. “He hasn’t.”

“Then you’re not the lady of the house I’ve heard so much about?”

“That depends on who you ask.” She scoffed a frown marring her features.

“And what do you say?”

Y/N laughed, the sound bitter. “You must be new. What I say doesn’t matter here. All of Namjoon’s men know who I am and what my position here is. And if you don’t know you’re probably not one of Namjoon’s men.”

“And if I told you I wasn’t one of Namjoon’s men?” He asked curiously.

“Then I’d say you’re an idiot for being here.”

The stranger threw back his head and laughed.  “I can see why Namjoon likes you. I’m Mark.”

“Y/N.” She replied shaking his out stretched hand. “So why hasn’t Jungkook removed you yet? He’s watching us like a hawk.”

“Jungkook?”

“The man staring daggers at you from the lawn.” She shrugged. “He’s here to make sure I don’t do anything stupid like try to hop the fence.”

“A caged bird then.” He hummed.

She narrowed her eyes taking him in. In all her time at the estate she hadn’t once met anyone who wasn’t under Namjoon’s thumb. But this man claimed not to be one of Namjoon’s goons.

“So who are you if you don’t work for Namjoon?”

“I’m an associate of his. I have a few businesses based in Taiwan and America”

“Legitimate business or Namjoon’s kind of business?”

He laughed again showing off a dazzling smile. Why were all these mafiosos so attractive? It was a carefree and happy expression, but there was something sharp lingering in his eyes. “A bit of both, darling.”

“Figures.” She sighed turning back to the pond and leaning on the railing of the bridge. “No one who comes here is anything less than shady.”

Mark gasped placing a hand over his heart. “Are you calling me shady? Darling, I’m offended.”

“I met you two minutes ago in a mob boss’ house.” She deadpanned.

“Point taken.” He shrugged nonplussed by her lack of enthusiasm.

“I suppose since you’re an associate of Namjoon’s I can’t convince you to sneak me back to the states.” She glanced over at him knowing full well he wasn’t going to get her out of this nightmare.

“Plotting your escape, jagi?” Her spine stiffened, and she immediately stood upright again at the sound of his voice.

There he was, sauntering up the bridge towards them as put together as ever in one of his suits. Y/N knew immediately that she was in trouble. Though he was smiling, his eyes were cold and hard.

“Tuan.” He greeted the other man with a curt nod.

“Kim.” Came the equally as curt reply.

“Jagi.” Namjoon beckoned her to his side, and she dutifully went unwilling to make him any angrier than he already seemed. He wrapped an arm round her waist, and pulled her into his side. “I do recall that guests are meant to wait in the parlor, Tuan.”

The other man smiled. “Yes, but you have such beautiful gardens. I couldn’t resist a stroll. And I got to meet the lovely, Y/N.” Namjoon’s hand tightened uncomfortably on her hip.

“Jagi, I believe Miss In has prepared tea for you in your rooms.” He squeezed her hip again flashing her a cold smile as she paled. “Tuan, I believe that you and I have business to discuss.” Namjoon motioned for Jungkook, who had moved closer during the encounter, to come and collect her. “There’s a lovely pavilion we can talk in since you enjoy the garden so much.”

He passed her over to Jungkook all the while maintaining his coldly polite smile. The message was clear. Her time in the garden was finished for today, and Namjoon didn’t want her anywhere near Mark. It probably didn’t help that he had walked right into a conversation about her trying to leave. She would probably be paying for that comment later.

“Until next time, Y/N.” Mark bid her goodbye with a sly smile as Jungkook gently herded her back towards the house, Moni following at their heels.

For the rest of the day Y/N was confined to her rooms. She wasn’t locked in like she had been before, but Jungkook stood guard outside making it clear that she wasn’t allowed out until Namjoon himself came to release her. As promised, Miss In had provided tea, but that was the last she had seen of anyone.

Boredom had quickly set in. She finished the book she had with her, and had resorted to rereading it when there was nothing else to do.

“Jagiya.” She was startled from her book by Namjoon. He stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest his features set in a stern look.

She sighed uncurling herself from the corner of the sofa and setting the book aside. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that. I’m not your sweet heart or honey or whatever.”

“Jagiya.” The endearment was stated more sternly this time.

“Yes, Namjoon?” She asked keeping her eyes on her hands folded neatly in her lap. She knew full well that she was in trouble.

“Oh, jagiya.” He cooed crossing the room. One of his hands came up to cup her jaw forcing her to look at him. “Talking to strange men in the garden? What were you thinking? What if he had hurt you?”

She pushed his hand away. “I doubt that you would allow someone into the house who would cause disruption. You’re far too careful for that. Besides, Jungkook wouldn’t let anything happen.”

“I appreciate the faith you have in me, jagi, but I don’t appreciate you talking to strange men.”

“He was your guest, and we only spoke for a moment.” She scoffed.

He smiled at her, bu the expression was cold and sharp. “Yes, you spoke for a moment, and yet you still managed to ask him for help leaving me.” Suddenly, she found the yellow of her dress very fascinating. “Did you really think that was a good idea, jagi?”

“I didn’t think he’d actually do it.” She murmured plucking at the fabric of her skirts.

He tsked under his breath. “I thought we’d put all those silly thoughts out of your head, jagi. You’ve been so good recently.” One hand snaked up to grasp her hair at the nape of her neck forcing her to look up at him with a gasp of pain. “Don’t you like it here, jagi?”

“I would burn this whole place to the ground with you in it if I could.” She hissed.

He released her with a chuckle moving instead to cage her against the sofa with two hands on either side of her head. “I know you would, jagi.” The smile he sent her made her skin crawl.

They both knew that she didn’t have any power in the relationship, but that only made his condescending attitude worse. He’d kept her here for weeks and weeks neither of them budging. But there wasn’t really anything she could do anyway, not yet anyway. Even if she somehow managed to escape the estate, she would still be in a foreign city with no phone, no passport, no money, and no way to contact the only person she knew here. She didn’t even know if Eun-ho had recovered from their crash. No one would tell her anything.

“I want you to know, jagi, that if you did manage to escape, you wouldn’t get far. I can promise you that nothing would stop me from finding you and dragging you back to me. You are mine, my wife. There is nowhere on this earth you can hide from me.” He smirked cruelly bringing a hand to her cheek in a gesture that was far more gentle than his words. “Not even that little friend of yours bothering the police can help you now. He came all the way from America for you.” She felt her heart drop, plummeting into her stomach. “Anything you’d like to tell me, jagi?”

part 13

[journeystartstoday]

Story Time

The Adoption - Meeting A New Friend

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Summary: This is the story version of how the adoption process went from start to end with @adventures-on-foster-island ! Thanks again!

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It was unsettling to settle back in to say the least.

Going from constantly traveling to sitting at home everyday was a change neither me or my pokemon were very happy about at first. Of course, I had discussed it with them before I made the decision to come home, and of course, it was great to see my family and friends again after that year away, but it was also... slower. More controlled. Less exciting in a way that constantly being surrounded by the unexpected does to you. In my little rented appartment in Rota, there were no wild pokemon that would steal my lunches, no random trainers that would challenge me as soon as our eyes met. There were no mad dashes to outrun rain clouds and no seeking shelter with wild pokemon... everything was peaceful. Everything was safe.

Luckily, it never became boring. In my first couple of days back, just as I was taking a stroll around town to see what had changed and to greet the merchants and shopkeepers I grew up around, Miss Chiba from the bakery offered me a job. The best kind of coincidence, right? During my journey I had garnered many different recipes and tips and tricks to make different pasteries, so of course I happily agreed. Eevee was over the moon when I told them the news and insisted on keeping me company during my working hours... totally not because they had a sweet tooth and were banking on getting all the left-overs and taste tests they would likely be gifted if they hung around the kitchen all day...

Okay, so maybe I had spoiled Eevee too much on our time on the road. Nothing wrong with that.

To my surprise, Riolu declined the invitation to come along with us, even if she was as much a sweets lover as Eevee. Instead, she wanted to keep training and keep honing her powers so she could be ready for when I would inevitably go on another journey again. It was sweet, so I let her, with the promise that she came by during lunch break so we could all eat together and hear about her process.

And that's how my days back home went from then on. Eevee and I would see Riolu to the city wall and wave her goodbye as she headed towards the small forest where she liked to train, and then Eevee and I were off to the bakery. It was a nice change of pace for a while. Homey. Safe. But after a couple of weeks I started to get this weird, empty feeling. Like something was missing. Incomplete.

Whether it was because of my former partner Squirtle, who had left the team at the end of my journey through Kanto to be with a group of wild Squirtle that wanted him to be their leader and protector; or because my apartment was a little small (even if it beat my little tent by a mile) and I felt constricted somehow... I don't know. But the short version of it was that I wanted to change things up a little. I couldn't go on another journey. Not yet. Only a couple more weeks and I had enough money for that. However, a friend recommended me something else. Something better.

Adopt a pokemon.

To be honest, I was a little skeptical of it at first, since I didn't know if I was capable of caring for a pokemon that could possibly have bad memories with people, but I still wanted to give it a chance. I wouldn't be a very good trainer if I wouldn't.

It was on one of my days off, and Eevee and I persuaded Riolu to take a rest day too, so we could all walk towards the closest pokemon centre together. There, I made a call. It was to Ellisa, former pokemon researcher and head caregiver of Foster Island, an island facility dedicated to saving and caring for neglected, abandoned, or abused pokemon. Of course, there were multiple ways to adopt a pokemon, but my friend had been really adamant about this place. I could hardly argue against it, especially when she showed me one of the pokemon she had adopted from the place. It was a little cutie, so precious, but still a bit wary of other trainers. It totally convinced me. It would take a while to travel there once I had chosen a date to look at the pokemon for adoption, but at least this saved me from doing hours of research and chickening out. All in all, it was a great way to adopt a new friend.

Anyway, I called Ellisa and after a short trading of names and giving introductions, I told Ellisa my story and told her a bit about what I did in daily life nowadays. It wasn't much to go on honestly, so I was pleasantly surprised when after about two hours, Ellisa called me back to say she had a few candidates that would like to meet me! I was so excited and immediately scheduled a day I would come by. The days that followed where filled with daydreaming and planning my short trip overseas, but I was so looking forward to it that time flew by in no time!

~*~

And now I sit here, on the deck of a ship that is taking me, Riolu and Eevee towards Foster Island. Finally! I'm a little nervous if I have to be honest, but I think the knot in my stomach belongs to the good kind of nerves. The jittery, excited kind.

"Eievui!" Little brown paws clamber across my leg. Eevee smugly sits themselves on my lap and strains their neck to look over the railing of the ship.

"Be careful," I say to them, gently placing a hand against their belly to keep them from falling off. Eevee just wiggles a little on my lap, but keeps watching the water pokemon before us. Seels skirt across the water's surface, while magikarps and tympoles occasionally spring from the water in high arcs before they dissappear under the waves again. Everytime the latter happens, Eevee squals in glee, never failing to point out that there was a water pokemon there, did you see that?!

Or at least, I think they say that. I could be wrong.

I softly pat Eevee's head as they keep watching the waves and I slowly turn to meet Riolu's gaze. She stands next to the door that leads inside the boat. Ever since I received her, she has always been the 'cool' type of pokemon. Crosses her arms, stands slightly back and leans against the wall of the ship so you can't see the happy sparkle in her eyes - the whole deal. It only makes her cuter honestly. I'm carefull not to break her bubble though. She once tried to tell me that she did it because she felt like she was the protector of our little family. So cute.

She believes that for that she always has to stay back and keep watch. Keep us safe.

And she does. She really does keep us safe, both during our journey and now that we are on a trip to find a new friend. I just hope she can let her guard down a little when we meet them so there's no hostility or anything from the start. I've been told Riolu's cold demeaner scares off some pokemon, but I'm sure that won't be the case now. To be sure, I ask with my eyes if she's doing alright. She simply nods back.

Okay, so she is just as nervous as I am, I'm glad.

After a period of watching the waves and listening to the soft chitter from Eevee, the boat finally moors on Foster Island, an assistent already waiting for me there. She gives me a soft smile and brings me along to the care facility further down the coast. I'm no connoiseur on architecture, but the building just screamed safe and open to me as soon as I saw it. A lot of glass, a lot of white, happy paintings of happy pokemon on banners at both sides of the entrance. Just as we enter the building, I let Eevee down from where I kept them against my chest. I saw a small playground just to my left. They always love those.

"Come back when I call, 'kay?" I yell at their retreating form.

"Vuivui!"

...I'll search for them when the time comes.

The assistent leads me and Riolu further into the building untill we arrive at a large room, one wall completely made of glass so everyone can see the small garden on the other side. From where I enter I can already see a couple of Bidoof chasing each other in a friendly game of tag, while a Pachirisu and Buneary are peeking out from behind a bush and watch them with interest. It warms my heart to see them so carefree. Who knows what they have had to endure to come here?

"You may take a seat here," the assistent says and gestures around at the various sofa's and beanbags, "Ellisa will meet you shortly. Please make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you-" The assistent is already gone. Well. Okay.

I sit down on one particularly soft-looking beanbag and almost drown it, before righting myself. Hopefully nobody was watching the security cameras; that was akward. Next to me, Riolu snickers. I have the urge to respond sarcastically, but... well, it was kind of funny. I laugh with her.

The floor of this room is a soft carpet, pastel colored circles spread across it that makes the place look happy and safe. A perfect place to play. I'm almost tempted to throw off my shoes and let my feet rest on the soft carpet, but I decid that it would probably be best not to do that in a public space.

Riolu and I watch the pokemon behind the glass play and relax, untill a door to my right opens.

"Sky?"

"Yes, that's me."

Ellisa steps inside the room and holds out her hand. I shake it.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person," Ellisa says.

"Likewise." I smile at her, but soon my eye catches movement behind her. A small Bidoof appears from behind her legs. It's body is smaller than the Bidoof I had seen in the garden and it's teeth are far more white. Like they have been cleaned far more recently. Or are newly grown. I hope it's not the latter.

Ellisa notices my gaze and smiles softly at Bidoof. "This is Bidoof," she introduces it, "This one came to us with overgrown front teeth, as her trainer left her in a crate with nothing to chew most of the time. Her mouth has fully recovered, as you can see, as well as her fighting spirit." She came a little closer to me to whisper, "She does still have claustrophobia however, so avoid putting her in any kind of container or very small room if you choose her."

As soon as I hear that I can feel my heart break a little. That must have been horrible. No wonder even now, Bidoof seems skittish around me. It wouldn't be easy to open yourself up to new people after experiencing something like that.

"It is nice to meet you Bidoof," I say and crouch down in front of her. I want to pet her, but decide against it. Instead I give her my brightest smile. "I'm glad you're doing alright now."

Bidoof cautiously shuffles from behind Ellisa's legs and approaches me. She's just precious. When she's close enough, Bidoof dips her head down a little.

Ah, I understand.

"May I?"

"Bi-bi."

I reach out with my hand and slowly, gently cart my fingers through her fur. It is incredibly soft. Bidoof croons quietly.

"This is going to be impossible..." I murmur to myself. How will I ever choose? I stand up again, to the slight disappointment of Bidoof. Ellisa just smiles and nods at an assistent that just entered the room with a pokemon in their arms. It's a Lotad, but with a small, pale purple water lilly on it's lilly pad. It's so cute!

"This is Lotad," Ellisa says, and thanks the assistent as she takes Lotad in her own arms, "This is the sweetest little guy in our garden pool. We assume that he was abandoned before the flower bloomed, and the trainer thought he was sick when he saw the bud growing... He's pretty cold resistant, and finds it too hot here on the island. He said he'd like to travel again soon."

I smile at Lotad, who shyly turns his gaze away. I can't imagine anyone leaving him just for his looks. It almost makes me mad, but I manage to keep my smile as I nod at Lotad. "You look beautiful Lotad, anyone thinking otherwise cannot see what is right in front of them."

The water type shifts a little in Ellisa's arms, but I can see it preens at the compliment. Good.

A soft knock on the open door alerts me to the next arrival. A Skarmory stands in the doorway, it's expression closed off and cold. Scars litter it's body that resemble the silhouettes of dead trees, as if his body is still in the hold of their branches and never managed to escape them. It saddens my heart. Skarmory must notice my expression, because as he steps further into the room, he grumbles and turns his head away from me.

Ellisa starts with the introduction as if there has not already happened an akward exchange between us.

"This is Skarmory. He was rescued from a poaching operation about a year ago, and had been badly electrocuted multiple times there. Although he is all healed, his scars never disappeared..." Skarmory shifts on his legs, but keeps his eyes on the ground. "I know he may look intimidating-"

May look intimidating? He practically already rejected me after our eyes met for only a second!

"-but I swear that it's quite on the contrary. Skarmory here has the largest heart of any of the pokemon here and will put himself in danger if that means he can help those he cares about."

I swallow through the rejection and tug my lips back up in a smile. "It is nice to meet you, Skarmory." My voice gets stuck in my throat. What else can I say to him? He even refuses to look me in the eye...

No doubt picking up on my unease, Riolu steps forward and quietly growls something at Skarmory. The steel and flying type does look up from that, but his expression is anything but friendly. Before Riolu can get closer and possibly start a fight, I step in between the two hard heads.

"Be nice, you two. This is just an introduction session, no time for a battle." I look at Riolu and raise an eyebrow. Riolu huffs, but stands back. My arms drop back to my sides. "Good."

I turn to Ellisa, who is placing Lotad on the ground. She pulls a spray bottle from... somewhere, and softly sprays his lilly pad. Then as she stands up, she smiles at all three of the adoption pokemon now present.

"These are the pokemon that were the most insistent on meeting with you, Sky," she says. I can't help but be a little surprised by that and try to catch Skarmory's eyes, but he has his head down again. "You have about the next hour or so to get to know them and play a little with them. I will come back when it's time to say goodbye or for you to make a choice. You may choose if you want to stay inside or if you want to go into the garden, that's up to you. I hope you will all have a good time." After saying her goodbyes to the pokemon, she leaves us alone.

It is quiet for a second, but I decide to take the lead and break the silence. I clasp my hands together.

"Alright! What about you three give us a tour of the garden? I would like to see all your favorite spots. Does that sound like a plan?"

"Bi-bi!" Bidoof happily makes his way to the door, and Lotad and a hesitant Skarmory follow her. I take Riolu's paw and follow behind them. Hopefully, all will work out now.

~*~

The garden truly is a special place. There's something for every kind of pokemon — a small patch of ice in the corner for pokemon who want to cool down after playing, a sandy part for pokemon to sunbathe in. A small pool is surrounded by low grass hills, and trees and bushes provide cover from the sun that shines down from between the walls of the facility. Patches of flowers are scattered across the grass, and I think I even saw some holes that were no doubt dug out by pokemon to create makeshift tunnels underground.

And really all sorts of pokemon live here. When Bidoof showed me her favorite hiding place between a circle of small, blue berrie bushes, I spotted an Aromatisse and a Goomy hiding there as well. When Lotad showed me how he liked to drift in the pool and play with the other water types, I saw a Helioptile just off the side recharching in the sun, while a Ledian quietly zoomed by. The garden was almost filled to the brim with different kinds of pokemon, but it seemed that everyone had found their own little places and spots. It warmed my heart to see it.

During the tour outside, Riolu had stood back, leaning next to the glass door we entered from with her arms crossed. Skarmory had stayed back as well, but at the other side of the door, still visibly avoiding getting too close to any of us. Secretly, I hoped that they would be able to gain an understanding during their quiet brooding, so I let them to themselves.

Besides, I had already enough to do just following the increasingly enthusiastic Lotad and Bidoof around. Halfway through our walk through the garden, a caregiver brought Eevee to the garden and, instantly, a friendship bloomed between them and the adoption pokemon. From that moment on, I let myself fall down in the grass and told them to go on playing. I needed a break.

~*~

Now, I sluggishly blink my eyes open as I feel a soft prodding against my cheek. "Wha-" I yawn. My eyes adjust to the sunlight and begin to focus. Riolu is kneeling beside me, poking my cheek and softly calling my name.

"Rio... Rio."

I wipe away some drool and lift myself from the ground with one arm. "I'm awake, I'm awake."

Riolu sits back on her knees. "Riolu-ri, Rio."

"I know, I know," I say, "but I was too comfortable to resist it." I rub my eyes and look around. I'm still in the garden of the Foster Island's adoption facility, but... there are no pokemon anywhere nearby.

A low growl startles me. I look to my left, where Skarmory is standing. He's looking straight at me, but I can't figure out what his expression means. Is he mad? Irritated?

"Ah, you're awake." The door to the garden opens and Ellisa steps inside. She smiles knowingly. "I was just about to announce that your time is up for today, since we have another appointment in half an hour. I have to say though... this has been the most unusual getting-to-know session I have seen in a while."

I feel heat rise to my cheeks. I hastily push myself from the ground and wipe away some grass blades from my clothes and hair. "I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, "I hadn't meant to fall asleep! I'm sorry I scared everyone away..." I look around. Was that a Pachirisu I saw ducking behind a bush? Oh no, I really scared them...

Ellisa laughs.

...Huh?

"Oh, quite on the contrary," Ellisa assures me, "the pokemon were all so curious to come closer. Most of them have never seen a human so unguarded around them before. When some of them began to climb on top of you however... Skarmory and Riolu stepped in and chased them away. Together, might I add." A glint in her eye. "They make quite the team."

Oh.

I look at Riolu, then Skarmory. Skarmory averts his gaze. I still smile at him. "Well, thank you then. For saving me," I say.

Skarmory grunts quietly.

"Lu-rio," Riolu adds. She sounds approving, almost proud.

Guess the choice is already made for one of us.

"And... where is Eevee?" I turn back to Ellisa, who nods at a collection of trees just off the side. I carefully approach the trees and when I hold away a couple of branches, I am pleasantly surprised. There, right between the trees, are Lotad, Eevee and Bidoof, quietly nibbling on some red berries. The leafs russle as I move them and Eevee looks up from her meal at the sound.

"Eievui!" They bounce from their spot, right into my arms. I almost drop them, but quickly adjust.

"Hi there. I see you entertained yourself just fine?"

"Eievui-vui!"

"I'm glad."

I look at Lotad and Bidoof. "And I'm sorry, but Ellisa told me my time's up for now. I hope you can forgive me for falling asleep when we had only so little time to get to know each other."

"Tad."

"Bidoof."

They both nod and follow me from inbetween the trees back to where Ellisa, Riolu and Skarmory are waiting for us. I bring Eevee along in my arms.

"In some adoption cases, I advice the trainers to come back for a second time, either when they're still not sure who to choose or if I think the pokemon haven't accepted them yet," Ellisa says.

I nod, already planning another date in my mind I could get free to come over once more.

"...However," Ellisa says and I look up in surprise, "I would say that in this instance a second appointment is not really necessary, is it?" She looks at the adoption pokemon. "I saw the way they interacted with you and I must say they haven't been this expressive and... happy in a while. I am sure any of them would be ecstatic if you were to adopt them."

My mouth is agape, I know it, but I can't help it. All three of them... like me? I let my eyes drift over them and they all look back with the pokemon-equivalent of smiles.

The choice had been hard, but even I cannot deny that I already feel which of them would fit my little family the best. Even if I was not awake to experience it, I know it when I look at them. I know it when I look at Riolu.

They would be the perfect fit.

I slowly breathe in through my nose, out of my mouth. This is it.

"I... I think you're right," I say carefully, paying attention to each of the adoption pokemon responses. Bidoof stares at me with sparkling eyes, Lotad's flower spreads even wider open and even Skarmory chances a glance at me, but quickly looks the other way.

Ellisa nods. "Then please, say your choice and be sure to give your goodbyes to the others. I will be waiting for you inside." Ellisa then turns around and leaves me along with my pokemon and the others. I sigh and crouch in front of the three pokemon anxiously awaiting my words.

"You would all be amazing fits to my team, I can feel that. And this wasn't an easy choice, so please, know that whatever I choose here, some trainer will come by that will pick you too, alright? No feeling down about it, because your time will come. I know it." I swallow before I continue. "...but I think I have chosen already."

I shift a little to look at each of them, my eyes landing and staying on the last of the three, who, for the first time this afternoon, actually looks back.

"I hope I can earn your trust, Skarmory, because you already have mine. Will you accept becoming a part of my team?"

I see the exact moment the implications of the words settle in, because small beads start the form at the corners of Skarmory's eyes. He closes them, then opens them and says, "Skar-skarmory." It sounds unsure, but hopeful.

"I take that as a yes." I smile at him. "I think you will be a perfect fit. Thank you for accepting my offer."

I look at the other two. "You are wonderful, the both of you. As I said, your moment will come, I am sure of it. Please stay safe here untill that time comes, alright?"

"Tad-tad."

"Bi-bi."

I nod at them. "May we meet again then. Goodbye for now." I give one last pat on each of their heads and turn around, heading back inside with Eevee in my arms, Riolu and Skarmory right behind me. It already feels right. It's as if this formation is how it was always supposed to be.

My smile widens.

Ellisa meets me and my pokemon in the lobby. Her eyes turn soft at the sight of Skarmory flanking on my left and Riolu on my right.

"A great choice. Do you believe me now, Skarmory? I always told you someone would see past your scars."

Ellisa leads me and my pokemon to her office and helps me in arranging the adoption. I first have to catch Skarmory to register him to my trainer ID, so Ellisa hands me a great ball. I try to refuse and use one of my own normal balls, but she insists that this comes with every adoption on Foster Island.

As long as Riolu doesn't get jealous that Skarmory gets a great ball, alright then.

I hold the ball in front of me and Skarmory steps formard and touches the button with the tip of his wing. A light engulfes him and shake, shake, shake, I caught him! I quickly release him again so he can watch me sign all the documents and papers in order to make the rest of the adoption official. Because Ellisa needs to explain more than one of the documents to me in detail, my pokemon quickly lose interest and Eevee jumps from my lap to join Riolu and Skarmory in a simple ball game on the other side of the office. I try not to be distracted too much, but... let's just say Ellisa has to explain some forms at least twice before I get it.

When all that is done, Ellisa and I set a date for Skarmory's six-month check-up and yearly physicals. Just before our meeting will come to an end, Ellisa gives me a large list of care tips in how to make sure Skarmory will be alright. It's long, but I know I'll need it. I take multiple pictures of the list, fold it and stuff it into my backpack.

After finishing up the lasts formalities, finally, Ellisa stands from behind her desk and extends her hand to me.

"I hope you and Skarmory will grow closer and closer and become the best of partners!"

I smile at her and then at Skarmory, who briefly stops to look at me too before he kicks the ball to Eevee. There is an understanding there. A promise.

"I think we will," I say, "I'll make sure of it."

[nekowriteshaikyuu]

 - night walks - 

 𝕠𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕦

 — fluff !

 word count : 1,312

 a/n : aoba johsai ! aoba johsai, woo ! so sorry that i’ve never make any aoba johsai writings since i started my ideas never fit either oikawa or iwa-chan :p but here it is !! also i apologise for missing akaashi’s birthday fuu T^T, not feeling well at the time sowwyz. also requests are open so feel free to send some x3 !

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you watched the field from outside the window, your glasses falling off the bridge of your nose as you tilt your head down, watching the other students in the field playing soccer. you hummed along with the music that was playing from your headphones, your feet lightly tapping the ground to the beat of the music.

you heard a faint sound of the classroom door opening which got you to turn away from the window. your pupils dilated as you watch oikawa tooru walk in. oikawa tooru, the popular boy in your school, the setter and captain of the volleyball team, and, you’re most beloved boyfriend. it’s still unbelievable when oikawa returned his feelings to you whole heartedly when you confessed to him after one of his volleyball training. you never blushed so hard when that happend. but being an outcast dating a popular boy, you both have a lot of difficulties to undergo everyday.

you try not to speak to him infront of everyone to avoid attention, the best you could do is inform him about his class duties. due to this issue, you always have to silently watch him getting hovered over by girls, grasping his attention and speaking to him seductively. you do feel insecure time to time but with much reassurance from him, he gained trust from you that he would never go beyond than just entertaining the girls. you do wish to sometimes just go up to him infront of the girls and just hug him, making obvious you claimed him first.

“oikawa~ why won’t you date me” a girl pouts as she rests her head on her hands. oikawa only chuckles as he sits back on his seat. you couldn’t help but lower the volume of your music slightly to listen to his reply.

“sorry, darling. maybe next time, hm?” he replied with a smirk. 

“but i want you ~” she continues to beg. your hand was gripping hard on your phone over how desperate she was. you increase the volume of your music slightly to avoid hearing her pouts. you could her faint sounds of oikawa giggling away here and there, and at the corner of your eye you notice the girl reaching over to run her fingers through his hair . you had enough. increasing the volume of your music to make it louder, you quietly excused yourself from class and head out. you took no notice on who was walking by or where the heck you were going, you just kept walking in hopes to clear your mind. you soon end up at the school’s garden. you walked around, taking a few sniffs of the flowers and snapping a few pictures of them.

“oh ! take this one ! the colour is vibrant.” someone spoke which made you flinch, almost dropping your phone. you turned around while pulling your headphones down to see your boyfriend standing infront of you, smiling as if he wasn’t flirting with another girl just a few minutes ago.

“what do you want ?” you were still pretty upset over the situation that happened in class and had no intension to speak to him. he only pat your head before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“class is starting, so uh, save your flower photoshoot for later, see ya !” he waved before walking off. you only frowned but proceeded to follow him from behind, still keeping a far distance. throughout the school day, you continue to ignore him, looking away everytime he was near you. 

it was night time and you were sitting in your room, finishing off the last sentence of your essay. you dropped your pencil before stretching, pushing your glasses up that was falling off your nose bridge once again. you looked out the window, admiring the dark sky that was littered with stars. you didn’t hesitate to get off your chair and pull your sweaters on, grabbing your phone before heading out for a walk. you slowly stroll around your neighborhood, hands tucked into the pockets of your sweater. you stopped by a mini mart to purchase a popsicle before resuming back to your walk. 

it was then your phone began to rang. taking it out your pocket and letting the blue light flash infront of you, you notice the contact named to be none other than your boyfriend. you declined every call received from him, biting onto your popsicle aggressively from annoyance as the ringtone constantly plays and interrupting your quiet night walk. 

suddenly, you felt a hand wrapped your neck, a body leaning close to you. just as you were about to lay hands on this stranger, throwing a few punches and maybe running back home, you took a glance of their face and it turned out to be oikawa, casually joining your walk. 

“you’re ignoring me.” he sighed as he look down on you. you only continued to look straight forward, not answering him. he took notice of your pettiness and only bend forward to meet your eye level. 

“come on~ what did this luxurious, handsome boy ever did to the most cutie patootie girl, huh?” he leaned in, walking backwards infront of you as he try to grasp your attention. it wasn’t long before both your eyes met, which made you broke out of act and smiled over just how adorable he looked in his casual clothing. he only straightened his back, knowing he had mastered the art on how to grasp your attention with just his looks.

“alright, sugar. what’s the issue here?” he asked again, crossing his hands. you sighed, throwing the popsicle stick in the bin near you.

“she, that girl in class this afternoon, was too- flirty....i got a little upset and jealous.” you admitted, averting your eyes away from oikawa. he only chuckled, before bursting out of laughter. he eventually stopped walking as his laughter took over his whole body, making him squat down as continuously laugh over your response.

“tooru ! is that really something to laugh at ?” you were growing a little self-conscious, thinking he was laughing because of you. oikawa slowly got up, his laugh dying down as he did. he wiped the tears that was about to fall from his eyes and cleared his throat.

“man i didn’t know my baby could be jealous of me rejecting a girl.” you looked up, tilting your head to the side. you were a skeptical because you were pretty sure he was teasing her.

“i rejected her in a flirtatious manner. but i doubt she even got my message.” he was scratching the back of his head, still wondering if the girl ever decipher his seductive rejection. you sighed in relief, placing a hand over your chest as you do so.

“also to tease you..abit” he added. you looked up right at him before slapping his chest. oikawa giggles as you continue to beat him with your weak strength. but with one sharp move, he got hold of both your wrist, pulling you in closer for a hug. you couldn’t help but melt over his touch, your head resting on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. you both stayed in that position for a while, swaying lightly under the dim walkway with the wind blowing in the air.

“just know that, no matter which girl comes up to me to flirt, confess or whatnot, i’ll always run back to you. always.” he pets your head as his words whispers into your ear. you nodded before nuzzling deeper into his chest.

“damn, imagine being the luckiest girl to get a hold of his majestic king ? you’re a lucky girl, and i’m a lucky guy if i could say so myself.” he said proudly. you rolled your eyes which made him pinch your cheeks.

“i’m sure you agree with me.”

“yes, tooru. yes i do.”

[cloversweets]

Can you do a head canon for what dates with Milo would be like? :)

of course! thank you for sending in an ask <3

requests are open btw!

milo is, of course, as we all know, the Sweetest, Softest Man Alive and this would reflect the most in how he acts with you!

even the way he asks you out is sweet. he catches you on a stroll through turffield after Champion Duties and calls to you, leaning over the fence of the patch of land he’s currently tending to, and... are you swooning at the sight of him?

(yes, duh)

you wander on over, cheeks maybe a little bit warmer at the smile on his lovely face, and go through the motions of small talk (‘so, how are you doing?’ ‘i’m okay, been a bit busy’ ‘me too! how are those wooloo treating you?’) until he suddenly gets a little bit more flustered, twirling the big rake in his hand in a way that betrays his cool

‘so, um,’ he asks, unusually shy, and you peer at him in confusion. ‘will you be free any time soon?’

‘sure,’ you reply, a little bit cautious. ‘why? do you need help on the farms?’

‘ah, no, that’s why i have my little brother. um... i... well, would you like to go out with me sometime?’

there’s a long stretch of silence, and then it’s like you’ve been shocked by a yamper. ‘OH! like- OUT out? of course, milo!’

and then it’s just silly apologising between the two of you for the next twenty minutes - ‘i’m sorry, i should’ve known what you meant!’ ‘no, of course not, i should’ve been more clear-‘ ‘don’t worry about it! i hope i didn’t make you feel bad with the wait-‘ ‘definitely not!’

anyway, The Big Date night arrives and milo invites you to this sweet little pub-slash-restaurant in a quiet little nook of turffield, where he clearly knows the owners well considering how much they dote on you from the second you walk in

the food is good and homely, and milo admits to you over a surprisingly romantic lit candle that he wanted to invite you back to his for one of the newest flicks and some homemade food, but he didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or be weird, so he knew this was the next best thing

a thoughtful sweetheart, of course <3

the two of you unsurprisingly have a lot in common between growing up in tiny villages and your battling duties, and it’s sweet how he listens so eagerly and speaks so kindly... he’s so gentlemanly you can’t help but admit, a little giddily, that you’ve liked him for a While and that you were so happy when he asked you on a date

his face goes all PINK and he has to cover his cute smile with a gulp of water. he’s not bothered about playing it cool, he’s just a cutie

your next date is a little more impromptu; you leave the restaurant that night promising to see each other again soon, but it’s gym challenge season and the two of you forget how busy it can be

so when you stumble across each other on the streets of hammerlocke you sure are shocked, but by the way his face lights up you know he’s been waiting to see you just as much as you have him

you end up catching up in a little coffee shop together, and you giggle at little moustache his dairy-free vanilla frappe leaves

word starts to spread about the two of you after that, so the third date is a little more private - he finally invites you to the neat little cottage he lives in

(he has a little vegetable garden out front that you can tell he’s very proud of, and when you compliment it his cheeks turn that cute shade of pink you’re really starting to enjoy)

he invites you in, shows you the fresh loaf he’s just baked to have with some haban berry jam he made himself, and asks if you’d like some tea

and of course, when you say yes, he adds the perfect amount of honey without even having to ask

you have a long chat, the cheerful sounds of distantly bleating wooloo acting as a little backdrop to the comfortable silences you sometimes fall into

one of these silences is broken by you, suddenly having the nerve to speak up as you peer at the empty tea leaves inside your cup

‘i really enjoy these dates, you know,’ you tell milo, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling at you. ‘i’d like you keep doing them for a long time, if you would too.’

‘of course i would!’ milo says, his voice warm. for the first time, he reaches across the table and takes your hand

his hand is so big. your hand is so little. you think you might faint, but that’s okay.

‘actually,’ milo continues, squeezing your hand. ‘if it’s alright with you, i think i’d like to make this a little more official.’

of course you agree. how couldnt you?