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WOOO! WE MADE IT LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN AND OUTSIDE! SKIZZ WEEK 2 DAY 7!!! YIPPIE! Can't believe I managed to actually get all the days! Crazy ngl. As your reward, and mine, have some Imp and Skizz being silly and dancing with each other. Is it platonic or romantic? Eh, that's up to your interpretation.

AS ALWAYS BUT DIFFERENT, thank you to @skizzlemanweek for organizing this round of Skizz Week! It was really fun to do! You better go to their blog and look at the other Skizz Week 2 creations when you're done here!

Prompt 7: Free day!

It's not often Skizz finds himself in an environment like this. Specifically, he hasn't been at an off-server party in lord knows how long. He got most of his partying out of his system by the time he was 25, if not even earlier. So excuse him if he's a bit rusty, he's doing his best. His best being standing on the sidelines with a glass of overly fancy strong cider in his hand and watching the whippersnappers have fun on the dance floor. The noise of people having fun and partying is music to his ears, if a bit loud. Above him, beautiful light shows play out in the dark sky to the beat of the generic but still bopping music discs the DJ is playing. The massive and beautifully decorated Decision Dome stands proudly in the background.

He's honestly grateful that they're outside, not just because of the beautiful view but because it keeps the temperature comfortable. Back in his day, they used to party in whatever run-down shack they could find, and those turned into SAUNAS by the end. And they were TIGHT too, which sucked for a guy like him, with his clumsily large wing span. Said wings puff up at the memory and he makes sure to stretch them out just to bask in the fact that he has enough personal space to do that without knocking someone flat on their ass! It may not be fully fair to compare those parties to this one though, considering this isn't just some random party. This is the afterparty of one of the biggest events in the multiverse. MCC. Of course, it would be a bit fancier!

Skizz brings the glass to his lips and takes a tasteful sip. The refreshing taste of pear hits his tastebuds gracefully, hiding the mild but fulfilling taste of popped chorus fruit. The alcohol leaves its familiar burn as he swallows, his eyes wandering back to the dance floor. It's like a little rainbow in there, everyone's color-coordinated outfits blending together into a light show of its own. Various wings, tails, ears, horns, antlers, and other distinguishing features stick out of the crowd, clearly enjoying the opportunity to stretch out as much as Skizz. He can't help but smile, a sappy happiness rising in his chest at the sight. Although that may be the alcohol making him soft.

"Hey man, you thinkin' about something nice?"

Skizz looks to his side and meets a pair of kind chocolate brown eyes and a teasing grin. "Nah, not really Dipple Dop. Just enjoying the moment," he responds, patting the spot next to him. Impulse takes the hint and sits down next to him, a fresh new drink in his clawed grip. His second that night, surprisingly.

"Where's Top? Did he decide to head home with Etho?" Skizz asks when he notices a lack of firey hair anywhere nearby. Impulse takes a sip of his drink before he answers.

"No, he's still here. He got caught in a conversation with Cub about Railroad Rush. They're in the Dome, by the bar, if you're wondering."

"Aha, I see," Skizz responds with a nod. A little bit of pride hits him at the information. Usually, Tango avoids busy social events like the plague. It's nice to hear that he decided to stay a bit longer! As for Etho, there's no convincing him. He dipped as soon as it was socially acceptable. Mysterious as always, although maybe it's because many of the players here are Etho fans. Sounds like his worst nightmare to be stuck in a conversation with people who admire him and are probably drunk. Maybe he should consider not being as awesome then, but Skizz digresses.

Suddenly, a very familiar sound reaches his ears. Specifically, a song. He can't help but snort.

"Oh my god." Impulse says with a surprised and slightly flustered laugh as he also realizes what song they're playing.

It's an oldie, but a goodie. A tune from when they were but naive teenagers. But it's not the song itself that tickles Skizz's funnybone. It's the fact that, with this song, comes a specific dance that was all the rage back then. A partner dance. If you wanted a girlfriend, or a boyfriend back then, this was what you practiced to perfection before you took them to the club.

Oh, he remembers it like it was yesterday! How a soft-faced Impulse timidly approached him and asked him to be his practice dummy for the dance because he wasn't satisfied with just practicing it in front of a mirror and he really wanted to impress this one girl. And of course, a younger Skizz helped him out, after laughing at him for a minute for being such a cheesy romantic. He remembers every attempt, every re-try, and that's impressive because there were a LOT of them. Bless his best friend and his need for perfection.

Skizz meets Impulse's gaze again, and it's clear that he also had the exact same flashback. Skizz can't help but giggle, a giggle that turns into a full-blown laugh as Impulse covers his face with his hand.

"I'm never escaping this! It haunts me!" He exclaims as he takes a deep swig from his drink like a depressed alcoholic detective in a mystery movie.

Skizz has to wipe a tear from his eye with how hard he's laughing. "Come on, dude! You got SO good at it! You were great!"

Impulse gives him a playful glare. "Oh yeah, I got SO good at it, huh?" He shoots back, his voice dripping with salty sarcasm, which causes another bout of cackling from Skizz.

"It's not your fault she was a lesbian! If she wasn't I'm sure you would have had her smitten with your dance skills!" He knows he's rubbing salt in a decades-old closed-up wound but in his defense, it's funny.

Impulse struggles to hold his faux seriousness in the face of a torrent of Skizzleman laughing. "God, I still can't believe I didn't know! I was so in love yet I couldn't figure out something so obvious!" He says with a barely repressed snort.

Skizz's laughing eventually dies back down into giggling. "Come on, you were both still cool with each other after that! No harm, no foul."

"Yeah, except my dignity," Impuse quips in an overly whiney and weepy tone.

Skizz rolls his eyes fondly. "Shut up, man!" He fires back. They both giggle and Skizz takes a gulp of his cider. A comfortable silence settles between them as they both look back to the dance floor. Multiple people have paired up with each other for the song. Others have created some sort of three-people version of the dance. One is even a group of five! Makes sense that the dance has evolved to be more casual as the years have gone by. Now not just couples and potential couples get to enjoy it, but friends too!

However, there is one difference Skizz spots that he's less than impressed by.

"Wow, they kinda suck at this." Impulse dryly comments before Skizz can even say anything. He can't help but laugh at Impulse's uncharacteristically sharp observation. The booze is getting to him for sure.

"What, you think us old farts can do it better?" He pokes back with a raised eyebrow.

Impulse splutters a bit, borderline offended at the mere suggestion. "Yeah, obviously! They don't even know where their feet are!"

Skizz is content to laugh it off at this point. The song is basically over by now, so it's not like they'll get a chance to prove-

The sudden cries of "ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!" force him to reevaluate. Well, that changes things quite drastically!

"You wanna go put your money where your mouth is, Dipple Dop?" He jokingly says, pretty sure he's gonna need more than just that if he wants to convince Impulse of anything. He has to swallow his prejudice when he meets Impulse's gaze one more time. His best friend's face is flushed from the alcohol, and his eyes are a bit glazed over. But even more terrifyingly, he can see that familiar glint of competitiveness in his eyes as well. And if Skizz is honest with himself, he can feel the buzz of his own drink clouding his brain. He's ready to make some questionable decisions.

Impulse doesn't even respond, he simply slams the rest of his drink, places the glass down, and starts walking towards the dance floor, tail whipping back and forth. Skizz quickly slams his own and follows him.

They get there just in time for the encore to start. Impulse lunges to grab Skizz's hands in time so they don't miss the rhythm. Skizz raises an amused eyebrow at his best friend's antics, and he gets an unimpressed look in return. Impulse's slightly scaled hands rub up against Skizz's scarred ones, but it's a feeling Skizz is extremely familiar with. It's like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Then the melody starts, and it's off to the races.

Skizz can't lie and say he isn't impressed by both himself and Impulse's ability to remember the motions. Moving around each other almost feels subconscious, each sway to the left and right perfectly timed. At first, they're both looking down at their feet to make sure they aren't stomping on something important, but they quickly realize they don't need to. Their gazes slowly connect instead, and a dumb goofy smile graces Impulse's face. Skizz feels himself responding with just as stupid of an expression, but he can't help it. It's like he's back in that memory again, except without any teenage awkwardness.

One step left, two steps right, twirl back around, two hands connected reaching for the stars above. It's silly, really. Two middle-aged men dancing in a crowd where the max age is early thirties, to an old love song, with a dance originally meant for wooing potential partners, after competing in the biggest competitive event in the multiverse. But Skizz never cared about useless details like that. He's having fun with his best friend, m'kay? And they're smoking the competition at the same time!

Skizz eventually gets lost in the motions, lost in orbiting around his other half in long-ago practiced steps. For all he cares, the only things that exist to him right now are Impulse, the music, and the ground they're standing on. His best friend's familiar marrone eyes keep his blue ones locked, and the few times their bodies graze each other in the dance it causes a certain softness in Skizz's heart to spike. Impulse's hand in his is solid, but the hold is gentle, casual, despite the energy in their motions. But eventually, the song starts winding down, each step taking them closer to the end. As the singer lets out the final words, and the instruments their final notes, their right hands detach and fly out behind them. At the same time, both their right feet take a step backward. They strike the final pose perfectly.

The song ends, and the new one that plays plunges Skizz right back into reality. Oh my god, he doesn't remember being this tired afterward! He lets go of Impulse's hand to place both his hands on his knees so he can try and regain his breath. Impulse seemingly has the same idea, but he also has the brain cells to grab Skizz by the shoulder and lead them out of the crowd and off the dance floor. They both crash on a nearby bench.

"I am so sweaty dude, holy moly" Impulse exclaims as he wipes his forehead.

"That was fun though, man!" Skizz responds between his huffing. Impulse gives him an acknowledging noise, but not much more.

Suddenly, someone is applauding.

"Wow, didn't know you guys could dance like that!"

Skizz looks up to see Jojo.

"Thanks, Junior Shabado," He says with a kind smile. "What he said," Impulse adds on.

"Maybe next time we have a training session, you could teach me!" She adds on, a slight slur to her words. Skizz has to fight for his life to not start laughing.

"Yeah, I'm sure Impulse would love to pass down the tradition!"

The unexplainable noise that Impulse emits at his suggestion will fuel him for the decades to come.

(What he'll also be fueled by was that someone managed to record them dancing and posted it online. Sober Impulse's flustered but still proud reaction was nothing short of glorious. Because yes, as the comments on the clip point out many times, they really did SLAY the competition.)

#skizzleman #skizz week 2 #skizz week 2 day 7 #impulsesv #mcc #my writing #skizzpulse #<- tagging for safety #once again you decide if it's platonic or romantic #ANYWAYS CHEER FOR ME #I FINALLY MANAGED TO FINISH A CHALLANGE #LETS GOOOOOOO #YEAHHHH

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miraculous-pyxie · 2 years

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marinette headcanon time

marinette’s knees are filled with little scars and long-term bruises from how many time she falls over

she carries a very cute first aid kit in her backpack just in case her skin breaks or if she needs a quick ice pack (those lil crack and shake things that get really cold)

marinette became the go to person when somebody got hurt is phys ed when the teens were younger. she eventually got first aid certified.

marinette used to carry a bit more weight (you see her parents genetic make up) but from becoming ladybug she burns a lot of calories/fat from running around all day. to keep people/parents from getting suspicious, she starts running which keeps her even more in shape.

little marinette got into sewing because her mom always needed to repair her clothes from the rips and tears they would get from her falling over. she felt guilty about it so she said that she would do it. her mom taught her then she started teaching herself

I love the idea that Adrien and Marinette get stronger and more flexible from using the miraculous. Adrien has an excuse that this is how he needs to look for modeling (everyone believes that) but marinette has less of an excuse so she has to flub saying she started going to the gym and attempt to become less clumsy. not wanting it to be a lie, she starts going to a gym once a week for an hour (this is where she does her runs instead).

marinette meditates with her mom whenever she’s stressed and gets lightly told off when she starts fidgeting too much

along with Tikki’s cookies, marinette keeps a stash of protein shakes and protein bars in her room

marinette has ADHD so she is prone to zoning out and has accidentally zoned out in someone’s direction before then zones back in and profusely apologizes for ”staring” at them

marinette will hyperfocus on a project for hours and she has almost missed patrol several times because of it.

adding onto that, she will sometimes be working till 3 am so getting up at 7 am for school is really hard. (delayed sleep phase syndrome let’s goooo)

on top of that, coffee is her best friend. not because of the energy boost but it keeps her focused in school. (Alya doesn’t know about the ADHD at first and thinks her best friend has a severe coffee addiction)

from becoming ladybug, Marinette has actually gotten very coordinated. she was very clumsy as a kid, but now it only spikes when she feels emotionally vulnerable. (i.e. around Adrien, when she’s nervous)

Adrien is Marinette’s first big crush so for the first few weeks marinette actually was really uncomfortable. she was having an internal battle of never feeling something like a crush before and also beating herself up over the idea that this might be a celebrity crush and she’s just a crazy fan

i saw this somewhere else but marinette doesn’t like horror movies not because they scare her but because they are underwhelming to her. mari and the gang will be having a movie night and she’ll just sit their with her arms crossed and say “I’ve seen worse.” and alya nino and adrien will just looked at her absolutely baffled. (even though adrien is chat noir, he’s had less exposure to scary things growing up)

adding onto that, marinette 100% had unrestricted internet access as a kid but she does not let it show

Marinette doodles on her skin in pen and one time she was drawing on her arm in red pen in class and an akuma related explosion happened really close. The pen exploded all over her skin and it looked like she had just killed someone.

marinette wanted to join the costume department for theater but because of her crammed schedule she can’t do it. everyone is confused as to why she doesn’t bc she’s perfect for it.

marinette matches the color of her hair ties to her outfit

marinette is better at listening to people in chinese then speaking or writing it

marinette actually gets along with her grandma really well and that’s why her grandma knew exactly what bike to get her

even though Marinette’s focus is in high fashion, she loves learning about streetwear and street fashion in places like Japan and the US

she is an absolute force to be reckoned with when she’s being stubborn about something

she indulges in the confidence that being ladybug gives her from time to time so when chloe is back on her bs she claps back better than the last time

a personal retcon is she gets a hold of her boy crazy-ness after the first few weeks. (the show really did her dirty on this like stalking? stealing? they should not be promoting that behavior to kids tbh)

marinette wears her new designs to school. she also secretly has a commission style business (so she can keep on top of orders bc she is just 1 person)

all and all, she is a little frazzled gremlin and i wish we got more of that blunt ,frazzled, always-busy, gremlin side of her

that’s all i can think of for now :)

#miraculous fandom #miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb fandom #mlb headcanon #marinette dupain cheng #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #mlb marinette #she needs better well rounding traits to bring out her true character #like she’s such a dorky lil thing i need everyone to see her the way i see her #i retcon a lot from the show #she deserves better tbh #just let her be a little gremlin that’s all i ask

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jujutsu-headcanons · 4 years

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Team Tokyo First Years Headcanons

(Ft. Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojo & Sukuna)

Gojo created a group chat with all three students to coordinate things. However, he never knows if Megumi reads the texts because he never says anything (he does), and all Yuji does is send memes, so basically that's its only function now.

Yuji and Nobara created a game: try to take a picture of Gojo with his blindfold off. He takes it off frequently, it's just impossible to catch an image of it. Surprisingly, Megumi of all people has gotten the closest. If you squint, you can see the baby blues.

This escalated into "who can take the ugliest picture of someone without them looking", after capturing an image of Yuji standing next to Gojo's desk with almost four chins. Nobara discovered she has many bad angles and Gojo discovered he's photogenic from ALL angles.

Yuji likes to use Nobara's ugly pictures as reaction images and memes. At first, Nobara beat him up whenever he did, but now as long as they don't leave the first-year chat she doesn't care. She'll even supply them if she's feeling silly.

Gojo started a prank war on accident and it shows no sign of stopping. It started because he enjoys Nobara's over the top reactions. When she found the LIVE snake in her bed (oh boy, everyone's soooo lucky she's good with reptiles), she immediately suspected this was Yuji's doing. She pranked him, he got her back, Megumi walked into a prank on accident, he got them back twice over, and now it just won't stop. Gojo was fully prepared to deal with the consequences, but he isn't complaining.

The First Year prank war is pretty well known around the school, and everyone's learned to stay away from anything that looks suspicious.

Gojo uses this to his advantage too; sometimes he'll pull pranks on the first and even second years just to watch them blame each other. He's even gone as far as pranking Principal Yaga hoping that he would blame the kids, but Yaga knows for a fact it's Gojo. He hasn't done anything about it though. This stresses Gojo.

Most of the time, when they eat out, each student pays for their meal. When Gojo's there he pays for all four of them, and if Yuji tries to use the "I don't have any money" excuse when Nobara decides to stop for a coffee, she'll buy him one too. She holds it against him, though.

If his kids are all craving a certain type of food (i.e. Chinese) Gojo will head out and pick it up and they'll all eat as a family.

Nobara proposed once a month they have a "spa" day. Surprisingly, the other two students agreed. She's allowed to give them manicures and pedicures (so long as she doesn't get carried away), trim and treat their hair, exfoliate their faces, and they help her re-dye her hair. Megumi is a good client, while Yuji gets bitched at a lot for squirming while getting his nails clipped and jerking when he gets his eyebrows plucked.

Yuji also proposed they have a movie night every Friday night. If they're busy, they'll move it to Saturday, or have it earlier in the day during the week. Sometimes the second years will join. Gojo is banned because he's basically seen every movie and always spoils the end. Everyone got mad at Yuji's request to use subtitles but gave up arguing with how loud Yuji chews.

They also have game nights, but they lost the pieces to most board games after Nobara threw them out the window, Megumi is the only one who knows how to play chess and Shogi, and Yuji fears the safety of his controllers after Megumi got dangerously close to beating Nobara in Smash.

Yuji's room is the main hangout joint because of the electronics he owns. Literally, there's a whole ass common/living room for them to use. However, they go to Nobara's room for a spa day, as long as the boys are gone by sundown.

Gojo knows damn good and well his kids don't like each other in that way and would never have sex with each other, but he still feels the need to give them the talk ™. He's literally given each child a free box of condoms just in case.

Gojo bought each student customized "if lost, please return to Jujutsu Tech" shirts. Yuji doesn't mind wearing his because it's just another hoodie to him, and Nobara doesn't mind hers because it's a crop top and it's cute. Megumi burned his in front of Gojo.

Nobara takes the boys shopping a lot. Megumi is surprisingly good at picking out clothes that fit Nobara's physique and taste, and Yuji is there to hype her up when she walks out of the dressing room. He also isn't scared to tell her a dress doesn't look good on her, and she respects that.

Sometimes even Sukuna will pop out and give commentary. He gives really mixed signals, sometimes he tells her how she's not much to look at, sometimes he talks about the things he wants to do to that ass because of how good they look in those jeans. This results in Yuji getting slapped, Nobara yelling something like "Shut it, Fang Face!" And people staring at him funny because of it.

She also buys outfits for the boys and occasionally Gojo, because she's tired of hoodies and black. She was just as shocked as the rest when Megumi walked out in his outfit. He only wore it to shut her up, though, and hasn't worn it since.

No matter what they're doing, Yuji is ALWAYS the DJ. He has playlists for almost every occasion (spa day, sparring practice, car rides, game nights, even the times they just chill in the same room on their phones) and the only person that really complains is Sukuna, but only because he hates the Backstreet Boys.

Yuji bursts out in song a lot. No matter what he's doing, he'll just start singing. If they know it, Nobara and Gojo will join in too. Always ends in a giggle fit.

Sometimes Gojo's hand slips and boom! He has 18 dozen cookies instead of 4. He's been known to wrap the cookies up in nice tins and packages and leave them outside the kid's doors.

Gojo has also been known to cook meals for the kids and drop them off. This helps because Megumi is basically the only one who can actually cook. Yuji thinks instant ramen is okay for every meal, and Nobara burns food in a way it's still edible but you don't really want it.

The kids play wrestle, a lot. Yuji was scared to at first because the only one who really wants to fight is Nobara, but he learned quickly she can both take and deliver a punch just fine. She also isn't one of those girls that gets upset if there's an accidental grope, which is cool.

This is how the others discovered Megumi is ticklish. Yuji probably still has the scar and Nobara doesn't dare try to tickle him again.

Yuji fell asleep once and woke up to Sukuna's mouth on his cheek having a full-blown conversation with Nobara while she was reading a magazine. He swears they were gossiping about boys, but as soon as Yuji was awake enough to pay attention, Sukuna noticed and started bullying him. To this day Nobara still thinks she was talking to Yuji the whole time because she never noticed he fell asleep.

Yuji can fall asleep almost anywhere. Nobara draws on his face a lot. He's spent countless nights on Megumi's floor just because he's too lazy to move literally one room over.

Nobara has a habit of walking into the boys' rooms without knocking. Megumi is usually laying in bed on his phone or sitting at his desk, however, she's walked into Yuji doing some weird shit. Not gross shit, just... Concerning shit.

Once she walked in on him crying and didn't know what to do. She just kinda walked in and sat down with him until he stopped, occasionally rubbing his back. They didn't say a word until Yuji made a joke and Nobara continued with why she even came into his room, to begin with.

The three students are surprisingly supportive of each other like that, it's just kinda awkward and passive-aggressive at times. Sometimes they even confide in Gojo, and he takes it seriously, surprisingly.

Gojo has a Tik Tok account. He participates in every challenge, every dance, every trend, and apparently has a huge following. Yuji gets featured in the videos sometimes when he isn't recording, and he's mostly doing the stupid shit Gojo does, like doing backflips on building ledges.

While Tik Tok is Gojo's forte Yuji has done video game commentary on twitch and yt live. Megumi is quite popular on subreddits about urban legends and related folklore, and Nobara helps maintain blogs about current events, but... It's mostly celebrity gossip and new music.

Every Saturday is chore day and no one's allowed to do leisurely activities or leave until they're done. Rooms and hallways have to be vacuumed, swept, mopped, whatever. Gojo checks that the rooms aren't dirty. He doesn't mind clutter, he just hates wrappers and shit being left around. He especially pays attention to the cleanliness of the bathrooms for some reason. Megumi is good about cleaning his room throughout the week, Nobara usually just has clutter on her nightstand and dresser, and Yuji waits until the last minute to clean.

The first years used to do their laundry separately, but Nobara threw a temper tantrum when she witnessed Yuji just throw all of his clothes in the washer at once and simply turn it on. Now normally, she wouldn't help anyone get out of work, but she also likes things being done the right her way, so she does his laundry for him. Megumi got involved somehow and now they throw all of their clothes in the same basket and divide them by darks, colors, whites, and delicates. She refuses to let any of their overly- soiled clothes touch hers, so those usually get their own wash too. Each student folds and puts away their own clothes.

Most arguments end with rock paper scissors. Pinkie promises are also sacred.

Gojo keeps a sticker board in the classroom. Whenever the kids do something good, they get a star. Whenever they do something bad, one gets taken away. When they get to five stickers they get a prize from the treasure box.

No one has gotten to five stars yet. This is good because there is no treasure box. Gojo is bullshitting everyone.

Yuji likes to steal Megumi's stickers because he thinks Megumi will not notice. He does every time.

Gojo has a stool in the corner of the classroom complete with a horribly cliche dunce cap he calls "the Naughty Corner" for when the kids "act up". Nobara ends up there because she's always on her phone, Megumi mouths off a lot and has days where he doesn't feel like doing work, and poor Yuji ends up in the naughty corner because Sukuna can't behave.

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sunshinetoshi · 4 years

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matching outfits

TSUKISHIMA KEI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KUROO TETSUROU, AND KYOUTANI KENTAROU (+ some rapid fire extras below the cut)

A/N: i know matching/coordinating is not everyone’s cup of tea but it for sure is mine so here are some self-indulgent fluffy headcanons with maybe a splash of chaos idk haha. i keep overthinking this post and comparing it to my other stuff but im trying to leave those vibes going into this new year. it’s also been a mentally taxing day and escapism is real and i genuinely love these so im posting xx sending yall love rn

Tsukishima thinks it’s cheesy. You’ve tested the waters about it and he always said it was tacky. One day you two went shopping together. He found a pair of pants he kind of liked and you convinced him to go to the dressing room to try it on. You wouldn’t stop complimenting him and he turned into a blushing mess. What could you say-he looked GOOD. After the tenth compliment he just pushed you out of the room and quickly told you to wait for him to finish up. He sounded brash but you could see in his eyes he felt hyped up. You cackled knowing you got him really flustered and patiently looked through the racks as you waited. When he walked up to you you held up a jacket-the exact same print as the pants he was buying. “Okay, hear me out-” you quickly told him how the jacket would look amazing with this certain pair of jeans you have. And he knew the pair-whenever you wore those pants he couldn’t take his eyes off you. If this jacket gives you an excuse to wear those jeans more often, Tsukki was on board-matching or not.

Ushjima gave you matching knit sweaters for your birthday. It was the first birthday of yours he was spending with you as your boyfriend and he wanted to get you something nice but he didn’t know what he should get. So he went to the internet, but he only saw a few ideas he liked so he went to his next trusted source.. Well apparently Tendou said the sweaters would be a good idea (even though Tendou was completely guessing). But luckily you thought it was a sweet gift. After you unwrapped them you two decided to try them on. So you did and stood in front of the mirror. “Do you like them?” He gently adjusted your sweater to fit your frame better. The little gesture made your heart burst. But you managed to breath out an “I love it.” He stared at your reflections and a little smile graced his lips, “I love it too.”

Kuroo was slightly indifferent to the idea at first but when he learned you actually liked it he knew he’d do it for you. He decided to take initiative on it and he actually surprised you with matching hoodies and kept laughing at how excited you were before you wore them, while you wore them, and after. He’d just be adoring you and your state of joy. He honestly thought those hoodies were the most he and you would match but then one day he was scrolling on his phone and he saw a couple on social media wearing matching outfits. He was hooked. The outfit in the picture was right up his alley. He didn’t know matching outfits didn’t necessarily mean the same shirt- it could also be coordinating color palettes. He showed you and was like “Oh come on we would look so good doing this. It’s tasteful, no?” And it wasn’t like you needed convincing. For the record, you two killed it.

Kyoutani. HAHAHA yeah no. Refuses. Refuses. Refuses. Until. He surprises you with a trip to Disneyland because you'd been dying to go with him. At the end he gave in when you said it'd be cute to get hoodies as souvenirs and take a selfie. But you made it clear they didnt have to match. So you two split up to go around and find a sweater you each wanted. He picked one in about five minutes but you took twenty, walking around the store twice. You approached him to show him which you were getting yourself. "Babe this is the only one I liked." You held it up and then froze when you saw it was the same in his hand. You'd be matching. You pulled out the puppy dog eyes and wrapped your hands around his neck. "Match with me?" He grumbled but brought both sweaters to the cashier so you two could pay. When he saw the selfie you two took in your matching Disney hoodies he changed his mind about matching REAL fast. Every time you two went to Disney he would pick out a sweater and buy two of them for you to wear on your next visit to the parks!

Rapid Fire:

Asahi immediately says yes, he thinks it’s so soft to be matching with you (prefers coordinating over matching though) WILL craft and sew new pieces for you two

Oikawa loves it, but you got mad once cause he said it looked better on him. He swears he was joking but you know he wasn’t. But you couldn't be too mad when he was right

Kenma wants to see what you want to match in before he actually agrees. Takes a while but when he sees a hoodie he likes he can’t help but grin in excitement.

Nishinoya was ecstatic. You’re the one who brought it up but he executed it. He picked and bought everything. You thought at most it’d be a matching shirt and like the same color pants but Noya said it would not be complete unless you guys had matching socks and hats and wore the same colored shoes.

Bokuto buys you two matching onesie pjs and you have to remind him you two cant wear them EVERY night.

concept photos from pinterest (main word concept heheh i know there are so many different bodies and styles out there-just sharing pics i like lowkey so i can manifest someone matching with me BAHAH)

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #tsukishima x reader #ushijima x reader #kuroo x reader #kyoutani x reader #tsukishima kei #ushijima wakatoshi #kuroo tetsurou #kyoutani kentarou #azumane asahi #oikawa tooru #kenma kozume #nishinoya yuu #bokuto koutarou #☀tara writes☀

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neverminditsnamjoon · 4 years

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BTS Cuddling/Showing Affection (HCs)

In honor of Yoongi’s birthday, here is my first writing project for BTS! Massive thank you to @yoongisshadow for being my partner in crime, editor/proofreader, and providing some of the gifs!! Go follow her if you’re not already--she’s amazing!

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff, rated PG

Word Count: ~1800

Jin

If he’s chilling on the couch, he likes when you put your head on his shoulder

That way he can rest his head against yours

Has definitely fallen asleep in this position (more than once)

He tends to sleep with his hands resting on his stomach

If you’re there, he’ll fold one of your hands under his, smiling serenely when you rub your fingers in circles over his tummy

If you’re laying in bed, he prefers to lay against your side, with a single arm thrown over your midsection

Will immediately wake up if you move

He enjoys other forms of cuddling as well

Like letting you rest with your head in his lap

“So you can look up and see my handsome face.”

He also loves hugs a ridiculous amount (have you seen those shoulders?? perfect for Hug!!)

Jin will find any excuse to hug you, and wraps his arms around you until he can literally feel you relax into him

Acts of service are his love language

So you best bet he’s gonna cook for you

If Jin doesn’t bring you food (and feed it to you himself) at least once a day, you get worried

You’re his go-to taste tester, and you get stupidly happy upon hearing Jin call to you from the kitchen, “Honey, come taste this for me.”

He owns a Kiss the Cook apron, and he will definitely enforce it

Yoongi

Yoongi shows affection by giving you nice gifts

Sometimes it’s a coffee, made just the way you like it

Sometimes it’s a $1300 Chanel necklace

There’s no telling lol

Whether it’s a four-dollar coffee or something extravagant, the gift is always presented with a shrug and a nonchalant expression

But when you kiss him and whisper your thanks, he’s all gums

“Bad Boy” doesn’t do PDA, at all. However-

He is known to fall asleep at random, and you usually happen to be sitting next to him when he does

Taehyung has an album on his phone just for pictures of Yoongi snoozing on your shoulder, his mouth open

Tae never posts them for fear of his own life, but he’s sent you a couple

One of them is your lockscreen

When it’s just the two of you, he relaxes a little more

It’s a subtle, quiet vulnerability, but you’ve learned to pick up on it

When he gives you a gummy smile after you’ve had a bad day, you know it means “I care about you”

When he brushes his fingers across your back, you know he’s saying “I love you”

When he asks, “are you cold?”, you know it’s an invitation to curl up into his side

His arm around your shoulder is enough to feel how much he enjoys your presence

You toss and turn in the night, but Yoongi is in the exact same place when you wake

“Of course he’ll be a rock in his next life,” you think to yourself. “He already sleeps like one.”

Hobi

Bangtan’s resident Aquarius isn’t always the best at showing his emotions via physical affection

So Hobi doesn’t do any mushy-gushy affection in public

Mostly, it’s just him always trying to make you laugh

Goofy dances, dumb jokes, and silly faces. Anything to see his girl smile :’)

Every once in a while, he’ll give you a colored drawing he made, giggling a cute amount when he sees you’re excited about it

When he’s really, really tired, Hobi gets cuddly

He loves laying on his back between your legs, with his arms resting on them

If he leans his head back against your chest, he can hear the soft thrum of your heartbeat

This sound lulls him to sleep without fail, and it’s the sole reason he gets enough rest sometimes

When you come home from a rough day at work, he holds his arms open to you and squeezes you tight

For a man who’s an actual wordsmith, he can get mighty tongue-tied around you

So he puts his most intimate confessions in his raps

No one will ever hear them, but he utters them quietly to you when he thinks you’re asleep

He goes beet red one night when you open your eyes and gaze up at him with more love than you thought you could ever feel

“You wrote that for me?”

He can only sputter and chuckle nervously in response, but you kiss him and say, “I love it.”

“I love you,” is his answer, accompanied by his brilliant smile

Namjoon

A very loving and sweet boyfriend, as we all can guess

Even being the leader of one of the biggest bands in the world, Joon manages to be a pillar of emotional support for you

He’s always sure to check in with you between practices and recording sessions, or when he’s away on tour

Has never forgotten a birthday or anniversary, treating you to a lovely dinner and flowers every time

He’s never afraid to show his affection for you wherever you happen to be

Sometimes it’s the weight of an arm slung over your shoulders, and a soft kiss pressed to the side of your head

The boys don’t even make fun of him for being affectionate, partly out of fear and partly out of respect because they can tell he loves you so much

When you’re out and about, it’s hand holding

One of your favorite memories is walking down the street downtown, window shopping and judging people together

You’re not sure how Joon makes hand-holding look and feel so cool, but he does

His love language is definitely words of affirmation, but he still likes getting you little gifts here and there, especially while he’s abroad

He knows better than to buy you anything breakable, for fear that it might not get to you in one piece lol

No matter what, they’re always thoughtful

Insists on being the big spoon all the time

So he can kiss the top of your head and wrap his arms around you to make you feel safe

Joon usually wakes up before you and makes breakfast, but on the rare occasion you get up first, he always comes looking for you

Just imagine a sleepy Namjoon waking up and calling out, “Baby?” when you get up before him :(

Jimin

This boy is constantly kissing you, holding your face with both hands and giggling

And he WILL pout if you’re not constantly kissing him too

Always has his arms around you, hugging you from the back with his chin resting on your shoulder

His favorite thing to do, to make you smile every time, is sweeping you along with him for a dance

Even if you’re not coordinated, he twirls you around the room, singing loudly until he sees you smile

“You’re doing great, baby!”

Jimin showers you with compliments every chance he gets

From your outfit to your hair, to your talents to your glowing personality, he’s got a smooth compliment for it

When you’re relaxing in the evenings together, and Jimin is extra snuggly, he’ll push you over onto the couch and lay on top of you

He thrives on skin-to-skin contact and doesn’t care who sees

Because Jimin is babie, and better yet, he’s YOUR baby

He can fall asleep in any position, as long as you’re snuggled up with him

Hands holding, arms around each other, whatever--it’s all good to Mochi

He prefers to be woken up by you, instead of any of the members, because he can get kisses from you with just a second of puppy dog eyes

Will shamelessly flirt with you regardless of setting, and has definitely made eyes at you while he’s on stage or interviewing

Lots of people have one or two love languages, but Park Jimin has all five

He brings you gifts after every trip, and at this point you have more stuffed animals than you can count

Taehyung

Also constantly kissing your face

Highkey loves it when you play with his hair (the man is basically a golden retriever)

He’s known to nuzzle his face into your neck, especially if he’s sleepy

Physical affection (giving and receiving) is the recipe for his happiness

Arms? Around you. Hands? Holding yours. Happy Tae? Check.

Tae is especially fond of giving you his clothes and accessories

If you look a bit chilly, Taehyung will immediately take off his coat and drape it around your shoulders

He’ll take off his hat or scarf and carefully place it on you, even sometimes giving you his necklaces and earrings

Loves doing activities together, whether it be cooking, video games, or being outside

As long as you’re nearby, Taehyung is having a blast

He’s particularly enthusiastic when it comes to supporting you in your career and passions

When you burst through the door yelling that you’ve gotten a promotion, Tae is all shrieking noises and throwing shoes

If you start a new hobby, Tae has pictures of whatever it is and has definitely shown them to everyone who will look

“Isn’t she great?”

When you’re alone together, he always serenades you

No matter the music you’re jamming to, Taehyung is dancing around you and singing it to you at full volume

When he’s sleepy or feeling down, Tae’s favorite way to snuggle is the two of you laying down facing each other

That way you can run your hands through his hair and he can whisper sweet nothings to you

Jungkook

Enjoys receiving affection more than giving, unless you’re completely alone

If it’s just the two of you, Koo will make grabby hands for you to come sit on his lap while he’s at his computer

He’ll pick up takeout and pat the seat next to him, asking you join him for dinner

His hands are literally always in your hair

Brushing, twirling, stroking

Sings to you ALL. THE. TIME.

Sometimes absentmindedly, but other times he’ll show you a song idea and sing it to you shyly

He laughs and blushes a little when you praise him for it

Koo loves drawing on your arms, if you’ll let him, because it reminds you of him

When you’re around others, he isn’t as lovey-dovey, but you notice a slight pout in his lips if you aren’t giving him enough attention

This can be quickly relieved by bumping your nose into his neck, or squeezing his arm gently

But the best part of Jungkook’s affection for you? The way you know he REALLY cares about you?

Homeboy actually responds to your texts.

I know, I can’t believe it either

Koo has been seen many times pulling his phone out during a break in practice and smiling to himself as he replies to your memes and check-ins

The rest of the guys clown the shit out of him for being so babie with you, but he takes it like a champ

Because you’re his girl, and he loves you so much

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dakotacrisis · 3 years

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Topsy Turvy (3)

By popular demand and my current Ladrien fixation I bring to you part 3 of this fluff fest. Enjoy!

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Plagg was this close to throwing an extra large wheel of cheese at Adrien’s head. After Ladybug left last night he had been skipping around his room with the biggest, dorkiest grin imaginable. Every once in a while he would stop to contemplate how hurt his friend Marinette would be about this before he perked up again. Now he was standing in a pile of clothes trying to pick out an outfit for the movies tonight.

"What about this?" Adrien held up a black button up. "It's nice but understated and it would match Ladybug’s costume. Or is it weird to coordinate? Or maybe too fancy for a movie date? I have a black v-neck that may be better. What do you think?"

"It all looks the same to me," Plagg answered, not bothering to look up from the comic book he was reading.

"Plagg! Come on! Just give me an opinion. This is a big deal for me!"

Plagg grinned, a wicked thought entering his brain. "Oh I just don't know, Adrien. I don't wear clothes so I don't have the best source of judgement. Why don't you ask the designer friend of yours? I'm sure she would love to help you."

"That's actually a great idea--hey, wait a second--Plagg!" Adrien torn the comic out from under him like a tablecloth, "I can't ask Marinette for help regarding my date with Ladybug! Are you mad? Did you forget that she's the one that I need to reject after this?"

"Oh? Is she?" Plagg feigned ignorance. This was just too good to pass up. If only this poor little kitten of his knew the truth. He was rejecting the same girl he was going on a date with. He had to mess with him a little.

"Yes, Plagg, I have gone over this at length already." Adrien sighed, with a shake of his head, "Just work with me here and say button up or v-neck."

"Nude,"

Adrien tossed the comic back down. "You’re not funny."

"Really? I'm pretty sure I'm hilarious. You are just too young to appreciate my humor."

"Yeah, sure, that's the problem." Adrien looked between the two shirts he had before tossing the one aside. "V-neck. Definitely the v-neck."

He cradled the shirt close to him and Plagg had a moment of sincerity. Adrien was really happy about this date. He had never seen him so excited before. For decades Plagg had watched humans fall in love over and over. He could never really understand it since kwamis were incapable of the romantic love humans felt but he knew what familial love felt like. He knew that he loved Adrien as his chosen. If romantic love was anything like that then he wouldn't spoil the experience for Adrien anymore today. Tease him about any funny slip ups he may experience later, yes. But for today he would let the boy be. He deserved it.

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"You really didn't have to see me off for my date, Alya." Marinette said, "I'm fine."

"You know I had to come. It's your first date with Adrien. No way was I gonna miss this." Alya kicked her feet excitedly, "I wanna hear all about it when you get back."

"What? Are you just gonna hang out here until I get home? Are you that interested in how my date goes that you’re going to wait up for me?"

"Duh, was that not obvious?"

"Well then," Marinette transformed, "how do I look?"

"You look like Ladybug."

"Right…" Ladybug looked at herself in the mirror before pulling the ribbons out of her hair to let it loose. "There, a little more casual. Right?"

"Sure, girl, a superhero wearing her hair down. Casual to the max." Alya rolled her eyes. "Now get going or you'll be late."

"Okay, see you later." She jumped through the trapdoor of her balcony and was off. Her heart was thundering loud in her chest the closer she got to the theater. She stopped at the building across from it and searched the faces heading inside. Then like a beacon under the neon lights she saw him. Adrien.

Okay. Be cool. Don't do anything stupid.

She fixed her hair and jumped off the building. She landed in her best hero pose across the street from him. When she looked up he was staring at her in awe.

Nailed it!

She then promptly tripped on the curb crossing the street.

"Watch it!" Adrien caught her by the arms before she could collide with the concrete, "You okay?"

"Yeah! Thanks! I've taken much worse tumbles than that." she laughed it off. "Guess you saved me this time."

"Uh yeah, I guess," Adrien fidgeted with his ring, "You look really nice. You're wearing your hair differently."

"Heroes gotta let their hair down sometimes, huh?" she chuckled to herself. "Consider it my unofficial off-duty look. Not that I'm ever really off-duty but you get what I mean."

"I get what you mean." They stood for a moment just staring at one another in mutual lovestruck awe before either of them remembered they were here for a date.

“Should we head in?” Adrien pointed back to the theater.

“Right, yes, we should do that.” they wandered inside and immediately gazes were drawn as they made their way to purchase their tickets. Despite her arguing that she could buy her own ticket Adrien insisted on getting it for her. She played truce and bought the snacks instead.

They followed the crowd into the theater. A few people stopped Ladybug to get some pictures or an autograph. Adrien patiently waited with the snacks as he scanned the room for good seats. It was surprisingly packed for such a late showing. “Uh Ladybug,” Adrien called for her attention, “I’m gonna go save us some seats so you come by whenever you’re done.”

“I’ll be right there. Thanks.” she gave him a thumbs up before going back to her fans. She really didn’t mind when fans came up to her, she was always honored, but she was here for a date. It didn’t feel right to let him go off on his own so she could take pictures.

The lights started to go down and she used that as her excuse to take her seat. She edged past the other theater goers and sat down in the chair next to Adrien. “Sorry about all that,” she whispered as the movie started, “You have my attention for the rest of the night. Promise.”

“Don’t worry. I totally get it. People stop me when I’m out with friends from time to time.” Adrien assured her. “I’m just glad to be here with you at all.”

Marinette blushed red hot and she found herself thankful for the dark theater. “I’m happy to be here with you too.”

The movie started in ernest and they drew their attention to it. Every once in a while she would catch him watching her instead of the movie or he would spot her staring at him. They’d quickly look away and smile, trying to keep their attention on what was happening on the screen. At one point she went to put her arm on the arm rest between them and nearly jumped out of her seat when she fully laid her hand overtop Adrien’s without noticing.

“Sorry,” Adrien blurted out but was quickly shushed by the audience, “sorry,” he whispered in a quieter voice, “you can have it.”

“No, no, you can have it--I just--”

“No. Really, I’ve been hogging it all night. You take it.”

“I don’t need it. Please, just take it--”

“One of you had better take it and shut up already.” someone behind them hissed.

“Sorry,” Ladybug squeaked. She moved to put her arm back and bumped into Adrien who was doing the same thing. They giggled for a moment. Then Adrien rested his arm on it with his palm facing up.

His eyes met hers with a shy, expectant smile. Oh! She bit her lip and laid her arm on top of his and interlaced their fingers together. Tonight was the best night ever just for this!

They stayed holding hands for the rest of the movie and when they got up to leave they were still interlocked. Neither wanted to let the connection break just yet. They walked out of the theater and into the cool night air.

“This was a lot of fun.” Ladybug said, “I’m glad you agreed to come out with me.”

“I’m still surprised you asked me out in the first place.” Adrien said, his gaze traveled down to their interlaced hands, “This was really nice.”

“Do you have a ride home?” Ladybug asked.

“No chauffeur tonight,” Adrien looked down the street then back at her, his voice dropping low to a whisper, “Between you and me, I’m not supposed to be out here.”

“How rebellious!” Ladybug scoffed, with a mock scandalized face, “Did you sneak out to come here tonight? I don’t know, Adrien. That’s top tier felon behaviour. I may have to turn you in.”

“Oh please, Ladybug, have mercy.” he pleaded with the same level of theatrics, “I meant no harm! Don’t send me to the slammer!”

“Oh alright,” Ladybug giggled, “I can’t throw a pretty face like yours in jail. You wouldn’t last ten minutes with all those other big bads. All those jaywalkers and litterbugs, they’d tear you apart.”

“You underestimate me, I could have control of the yard in five.”

“I bet you could.” she shook her head. “So since you don’t have a ride home did you need a lift? I can get you back lickety split.”

“How about instead of a lift you give me an escort.” Adrien asked, his big green puppy dog eyes blinking down at her, “As fun as the movie was I didn’t really get to talk to you which is the one thing I wanted to do most tonight.”

“How can I say no to that?” she squeezed his hand tighter, “I want to get to know you better too.”

They left the theater on foot back towards Adrien’s house. Neither had anywhere to be and no rush to end their date just yet so they kept the pace slow and let themselves take the long way around.

“Let me start simple,” Adrien said, “What is your favorite color?”

“Pink. But not like a hot neon pink, more of a soft sunset pink. What about you?”

“Blue. It’s just so relaxing to look at in almost all its forms. I think my favorite shade would have to be a soft sky blue though.”

“That’s nice. Alright, my question.” Ladybug pondered it for a moment, “What is your most treasured memory?”

“Wow. Starting off strong huh? I feel kinda ridiculous with my color question.”

“Don’t be. Sorry. I should have said something a little simpler, shouldn’t I?”

“No. I like your question. I just need to think about it. Gimme a second.” Adrien said as he started to think. He was really thinking this through. “I think my most treasured memory would be Christmas Eve when I was six.”

“Not Christmas morning?”

“The morning was great but I’ll never forget the night prior.” Adrien’s eyes took on a far away look, “It was as basic as Christmas Eve’s go. I wanted to stay up so I could meet Santa. My parents said that he wouldn’t come if I stayed up though and sent me off to bed. It was around midnight and I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I assumed it was Santa so I swung out of bed and raced out of my room to catch him before he could leave.

“I got down there and I found presents under the tree but no Santa. There was a light on in the kitchen and I figured he must be getting his milk and cookies. I go up to the door and push it open. There’s no Santa in the kitchen but there are my parents. My mom is sitting on the island munching on a gingerbread cookie, father is looking in the fridge, there’s quiet Christmas music playing on the radio next to them.

“My father closes the fridge and holds up a piece of mistletoe he must have hidden in there. Mom laughs and when he went in to kiss her she held up the gingerbread man so he kissed that instead. Father looked grumpy and bit the head off. Mom gasped and was all like, “I cannot believe you decapitated Mister Gingy! He had three kids you monster!” which made me laugh. Of course now they know I’m there and father picks me up and tells me I should be in bed and all that stuff. I wasn’t listening and instead I grabbed the mistletoe and held it up to mom. I meant it so my parents could kiss but instead they both kissed my cheeks instead. We stayed up for at least another hour eating cookies and drinking warm milk and hot coco before I fell asleep and they put me back to bed.”

“That is so cute!” Ladybug gushed, “I can see it all in my head. Squishy faced kiddie Adrien sneaking out of bed and eating cookies with his parents. That’s a really sweet memory.”

“I’ll never forget it.” Adrien sighed. For a moment he looked so sad and Marinette wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have asked him. The memory of his mom probably hurt to think about. “What about you? What’s your most treasured memory?”

Now that was a tough one. She couldn’t really go into childhood stories since it would give away too much as to her identity. It was then she thought of the perfect story. “There is one memory I hold really close to my heart.” she said.

“I was on patrol one evening by myself. It was raining but I didn’t want to go home cause I was going through some stuff emotionally and I didn’t want to be cooped up. So I’m running and running and I almost slip off the roof. I realize I should take a break so I huddle under this awning of this closed cafe to catch my breath and see if the rain lets up. I’m waiting for maybe five minutes and because I’m not moving my emotions from before I starting to catch up to me. I’m on the verge of breaking down when out of nowhere Chat Noir lands on the sidewalk in front of me. I say land but he more or less faceplanted. He has a box covered in a plastic bag to keep it dry that he’s holding off the ground. He pulls himself up like he didn’t just have an intimate meeting with the concrete and walks over to me like it is the most casual thing in the world. Now mind you, I was not expecting to see him. I didn’t tell him I was coming out here nor did he have any idea where I was but he found me nonetheless.

“He huddles under the awning with me and takes the plastic bag off the box. I realize at this point it is a wrapped present. I ask him what this is supposed to be for and he tells me that since we don’t know when each other’s birthdays are he was going to pick a random day to give me a birthday present. And apparently this rainy evening was that day. I tried telling he didn’t need to but he insisted so I take the present and unwrap it. When I tell you, this idiot actually gifted me a black cat onesie with a cat ear hood and little toe beans on the feet. I started laughing and asked if he had a matching ladybug onesie and he told me he did. I start laughing harder and I can tell he thinks that I’m laughing at him so I quickly assure him I’m not. I tell him I really love the gift and I give him a hug. To him he probably thinks that he just gave me a nice present but in reality he pulled me back from a really sad place without even knowing it.

“Of course the second I got home I put the onesie on and started thinking of a birthday present I could get for him. I wanted it to be perfect as a sort of thank you for cheering me up when I was in a really bad mood. I never told him just how much that one little present, that one encounter, helped me but it did. I like to think about it whenever I get in a bad mood. Remembering his mop of drenched hair and that big expectant smile never fails to cheer me up.”

When she looked back at Adrien he looked close to tears. “Oh hey, are you okay? Did I say something? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he wiped at his eyes with his free hand, “It’s just, your friendship with him is great. I think that the next time you see him you should tell him how much that meant to you. I’m sure it would make him really happy.”

“I think I will,”

They got to Adrien’s house and they both stood frozen on the sidewalk. “Guess it’s time to say goodbye now.”

“Guess so,” Adrien stared up at the tall stone walls. “All good thinks must come to an end.”

“There are always more good times to come though.” Ladybug said, “Speaking of which, would you be interested in going on a second date sometime?”

“I would love to.” Adrien answered with a bright smile. “How do I get a hold of you?”

“I’ll come to you.” she let go of his hand to wrap around his waist. With a flick of her wrist she sent her yo-yo up and pulled them off the ground. They swung into his room and she deposited him back down safely. “Goodnight, Adrien. I had a wonderful time and I’ll be by to see you again soon.”

“Goodbye Ladybug. Tonight was...it was perfect.” He leaned in closer or maybe it was Marinette that leaned in but one of them leaned in. Then just as quickly they withdrew. Arms hugged close to their sides.

“I should get going,” Ladybug stumbled back towards the window. She poised to throw her yo-yo but she made the mistake of taking one final look back at Adrien. He was watching her with such a soft and loving expression. She couldn’t just end it like this.

She rushed back to him and kissed his cheek. “See you later, bye!” she fully vaulted herself out the window the next instant and booked it as fast as she could back home. She dropped down onto her balcony. Her heart was beating fast and her face ached from how hard she was smiling.

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(Part 1) (Previous) (Probably another part cause I know no self control and you people enable me)

#long post #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #plagg #alya cesaire #ladrien #topsy turvy #writing

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noyoucantpinmedown · 3 years

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Springtime Swap

For this year's Springtime Swap I had to write for @totaldramablueyonder! This was a lot of fun. I've never written Katie and Sadie so it was good to try them out. I hope you like it!

Courtney didn't have friends. Never had. Never needed to. She got along well enough with her classmates to be somewhat popular, and that was all she needed to be named Student Council President.

But then Katie Ayala and Sadie Li joined the Student Council.

Those two were the chattiest girls Courtney had ever known. Whenever they bumped into each other in the hallways, they would keep her there for a good five minutes before she could excuse herself, and then she'd be late to wherever she was going. And Courtney hated being late.

So when she found out Katie and Sadie were being elected, she had to hold back the urge to slam her head against a wall.

But they impressed her. They showed up to the very first meeting in matching pink pantsuits- their outfits were always coordinated. They proposed doing a bake sale to raise money for homecoming, which Sadie made the budget plans for. Katie got half the school to buy something and charmed the other half into caving in and buying as well. In the end they raised a lot more money than they were aiming for. They were competent, and Courtney could always respect that.

"Courtney!" She heard Katie's high pitched voice from down the hallway, always distinct among the murmuring of the students. In a second, she and Sadie were standing by her locker. "Sadie and I were going to hang out at my house, do you wanna come?"

She blinked. "Oh, um...well thanks, but I have a lot of homework to do and--"

"Oh, that's okay, we do too!" Sadie piped up. "We can all do it together."

Shit. "I just--"

"Come on, it'll be so much fun!"

Courtney sighed and closed her locker. "Fine, okay, I'll come." The girls squealed. "But I can only stay until six, okay?"

Katie was already linking arms with her, Sadie on her other side. "Sure! We'll drive you home!"

The three climbed into Sadie's car, where the talking mingled with the music coming from the radio, which Katie had plugged her phone into.

Katie's walls were painted pink, and the white comforter on her bed was so thick and soft it almost looked like a cloud. "Do you guys want anything from the kitchen?"

Courtney sat down on the bed and began taking out her books. "I'd like some coffee, if you have any."

"I want coffee too!"

Katie nodded and left for downstairs, leaving Courtney alone with Sadie. Which was awkward, because while she wasn't close to either of the girls, she got on with Katie better. Sadie went quiet, so she guessed the feeling was mutual. She looked around the room, looking for something to make conversation with.

There were several posters of singers and bands on the walls. Courtney recognised Selena Quintanilla, One Direction and Little Mix among them. The desk by the window had been taken over by a sewing machine, pattern books and other sewing supplies.

"I didn't know Katie sowed."

"We both do. We make or alter a lot of our clothes", Sadie explained. She was laying down on the bed next to her. "That's how we always match. It's hard to find clothes that have both of our sizes, so..."

"That's really smart."

"Okayy, here's coffee!" Katie stepped through the doorway with a tray, which she set down on her nightstand. "I think we should start with math, just so we get it out of the way."

Courtney was worried that they would get distracted and not get any work done, but despite talking as they worked, they managed to finish all of their work, perhaps faster than Courtney would have done on her own.

When they were done, Katie put on some music and sat at her desk. She had brought a plate with cookies from downstairs. Courtney took a bite out of one while she checked her social media. Sadie was doing the same, and humming along to the music. The three weren't talking, but Courtney felt so relaxed. It really wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. The complete opposite, in fact.

"Katie, I was thinking we could use the fabric from the pantsuits to make rompers, or like a cute top and skirt combo."

The taller girl looked away from the shirt she was replacing a button on. "What? But the pantsuits turned out so well! And taking the stitches out is going to be such a pain."

"Well, yeah, but when are we going to wear them? Like, we literally just made them for the Student Council, and the fabric cost a lot!"

Courtney locked her phone and put it down. "I think Sadie has a good point."

Katie sighed, looking over at the open closet where the hot pink pant and suit jacket were visible. "A top and skirt in this color does sound nice. Oh my God, if we work quickly we could wear them to Geoff's next party."

Sadie looked somewhat satisfied before the prospect of a party distracted her. "He's throwing another one? When?"

Of course he was throwing another party. Geoff was the star quarterback of the school's football team, and his parties were infamous. He was easily the most popular person in school- everybody liked him, and he liked everyone. If he had thought to run for Student Council President, he could probably have given Courtney a run for her money.

"DJ told me that two weeks from now, his parents will be out of town. Oh!" A sudden idea hit her. She patted Courtney's knees to get her attention. "Court, you never come, we should all go together!"

"Oh my God, you totally should! You're like, friends with Bridgette, right? I'm sure she can get you an invite."

Geoff's girlfriend was in the volleyball team with Courtney. They sometimes talked in the hallways, and she liked the girl's laid back, yet grounded attitude. "Yes, we're friend...ish, I guess. But my parents would never let me go. And I have a curfew."

That didn't phase Katie. "You can just tell them you're having a sleepover at my house."

Her eyes widened. "Lie to them? I can't do that!"

She had never lied to her parents, not once. She had never disobeyed them, either.

"It wouldn't be a lie, we'd actually sleep over here after the party." Sadie grabbed a cookie from the plate. "Come on, it'll be so much fun."

"Yeah! Who knows, you might even meet someone."

"Oh, stop!" Sadie rolled her eyes at the suggestive look her best friend gave her. "She's hellbent on finding me the perfect girlfriend." She explained to Courtney.

That made her smile. "That's sweet."

"Do you have your eye on anyone, Court?"

She thought back to Alejandro, the charming exchange student who was too much of a flirt and a sweet-talker for her liking. Then to Duncan, which her recoil- she would die if anyone knew she had ever been attracted to him. Finally they landed on the red-haired boy from shop class that had been so helpful during the bake sale. Just a few days before, she had opened her locker to find someone had slipped a daisy inside through the slits at the top. It was a little damaged from having to fit through such a small opening. She had turned around to see who it might have been, and he was watching her from the other side of the hall. When she caught his eye, he blushed as red as his hair then walked away as quickly as he could.

"Please don't tell anyone."

The girls squealed. "No, of course not!"

"Promise!" Katie offered her pinkie finger, and Sadie imitated her. Courtney pinkie swore with both of them, a giddy smile forming on her face.

"Okay, you know Scott? He built the food stands for the bake sale. Tall, ginger hair, a year below us."

"Oh my God! He totally did that because he likes you. I saw how he looked at you when you thanked him."

"Actually..." She told them about the daisy. The girls squealed again, and Katie reached down to squeeze Courtney's hands.

"That's so sweet!"

"Oh my God, that's so cute!"

"You guys think? I know I can come off a bit strong sometimes. He probably thinks I'm the annoying Student Council chick."

Sadie shook her head. "Why wouldn't he like you? You're, like, super smart, and super pretty too! And some guys like girls with strong personalities."

"Yeah, you're gorgeous. He totally likes you back. He'll probably be at the party, you know. He hangs a lot with Duncan, and Duncan and Geoff are super close."

Courtney cringed inwardly at the mention of the school's resident bad boy, but the idea of going to the party was getting more and more appealing. She could picture herself dancing with the girls, and maybe Bridgette too. Letting loose for once. Feeling as happy as she was feeling now. Maybe she could find Scott and talk to him.

She had been so wrong about these girls- not that she'd ever say it aloud. They weren't vapid, or stupid. They were geninuely kind and skilled.

"You know what?" She said, "the sleepover sounds like a good idea."

#springtime swap #td writers #my writing #td katie #td sadie #td courtney

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i rank every summer outfits from a3! because??

because i can. also fuck you.

the first version of this was deleted by tumblr in my drafts and now i have to re write it entirely and i fucking hate it here... anyways.

i’m biased as fuck

sorry it’s a long post

harugumi :

itaru : yeah no actually it’s pretty fine. ngl itaru is kinda hot when he dress correctly so there’s that. also, he’s often in pink. it suits him, but i don’t like it. still.... cute. but it’s also itaru so not too much praises. 9/10

citron : why.......... the shoes.... what the fuck are those shoes.... where did you even find them..... do you wanna fight or something.... this fills me with rage... you’ve disappointed me, citron... also hate the shirt. 3/10

tsuzuru : casual, soft, classic boy... nothing much to say here. but WHY THE FUCKING HAT??? IT RUINS EVERYTHING...... at least wear it correctly PLEASE. YOU DUMABSS. and the shoes would have been better in another color. i just,,,,, why tsuzuru, why the hat... 4/10

sakuya : i can’t bring myself to say bad things about sakuya. (also the fact that i don’t remember what i wrote before the first version of this post got deleted in my drafts pisses me off) but like,,, he’s cute. i mean it’s a classic outfit. tho the choice of the shirt is questionable as fuck. also HES SO TINY BABY. 6/10

masumi : yeah no actually i like it. i really like the shirt for some reason, it suits him. BUT BUT BUT the pants looks weird as hell LMAO?? like... it makes him looks like a crotch less ken doll??? it’s,,, really weird. also the shoes are.... hmmm.... overall good balance but there’s some weird stuffs going on. 7/10

chikage : garbage boy stink man. fucking looks like a rich white boy coming home from tennis and i fucking hate it here ™ if i’m objective about this it’s actually NOT bad but it loses several points for the sole reason that it’s fucking chikage and i won’t take shit for it. 6/10

natsugumi :

kazunari : why. why do you do this. why. why. how am i supposed to ever learn how to love when you backstab me like this, kaz ? what do we do now ? i trusted you and you betrayed me. i can never find love ever again............ yeah ok. pls let’s skip to the next one.... 2/10 (and two points is because it’s kaz and i just can’t bring myself to truly hate him.)

yuki : it’s not bad but i hate this dress. like. his outfits are usually ok but this? no. YOU LOOK LIKE A GOOD CHRISTIAN BOY, DAMN IT YUKI. are YOU GOING TO CHURCH TO PRAISE THE LORD TODAY TOO? also the colour of it... no. 4/10

tenma : congrats you rich boy you finally have a decent outfit ! though i don’t understand the concept of your zip being infront but ok. bet his stans like it smh. also i like the color of his jacket. very nice. 8/10

muku : baby i love u so much but u look like the pinterest girls who take aesthetic pictures in flowers fields and are smiling like the sun @ the camera.......... which is not per se but it’s a whole vibe. also stop wearing orange. it doesn’t go with your hair well........ ilu cutie. 8/10

misumi : my sweet boy. why are you wearing an hoodie with a jacket. why. it’s summer you idiot. you’ll get overheated. stop. but overall he looks very nice. idk i just think he’s neat......... i. i love u @ misumi. 9/10 (don’t look at me)

kumon : he... he looks like.... a j-j-j*ck..... which he is............... i just........... oh my god. i love kumon but he IS a jock i JUST ???? LALFKGKK. also his fucking shoes makes me lose my mind because this is so fucking bullshit ???? so ugly it hurts my eyes.... he’s lucky he’s a good boy. 4/10

akigumi :

juza : nah he hot as hell in this pass on it. if you’re asking yourself why he looks so good, here’s your answer : his arms. his arms are great. i can excuse his sandales this time cuz IT IS summer but yeah. yeah no he’s cute and- yeah. ok. yeah. hm hm. 9.5/10

taichi : so the thing with taichi is that his style is NOT bad per se but like. he’s a skater boy. so my standards are already very low for him,,,, like no offence i love taichi so much but,,,, that’s how it be.... his shirts are usually so big he looks like a GOD DAMN FLAG i can’t with this. and i don’t like how baggy his pants are but yeah,,,, it’s just a whole look.... anyways................ 6/10

omi : in which yosei boys decided to fucking test my patience by putting on classic, good looking clothes and decided to absolutely ruin my entire hopes and dreams (if i’m being dramatic ? no i am not.) AND their WHOLE outfits adding an useless stupid fucking hat thay doesnt seems even to be worn properly. omi, tsuzuru, you’ll pay for this. 7/10

sakyo : (i’m tired as heck and i almost forgot about sakyo when he’s right in the middle) actually i like this. it’s color coordinated and i think that’s very nice. but i wish his pants would have been a little bit longer. yeah no that’s it for real. also idk what’s about this outfit but he really shows how skinny he really is LMAOOO. shithead sakyo. 8/10

azami : the thing about azami is that usually his upper half is pretty well dressed, or whatever, but when we look at his pants/shoes its where everything goes to shit. Like ???? what the fuck man you could have done so much better if you didn’t decide to put this gigantic pants who looks like you’re gonna fly with it or fucking whatever (i don’t need to make sense i’m TIRED) also his shoes bothers me. can’t believe he’s fucking 15 like shut up. 6/10

banri : ...... *inhales* FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUU. fuck you and your ugly ass little hat and your zombie like haircut i. fucking despise you. if he were standing right infront of me, no he wouldn’t be because he would deck him so hard. YOU HAVE THE MONEY TO BUY CLOTHES AND THE TIME TO TRY AND MAKE IT LOOK GOOD ?? SO WHY???? what’s going on in your ugly ass little head bitch. THANK YOU god he isn’t wearing any animal prints in this, thats one thing. imagine this awful outfit with the ugly shoes and stUPID FUCKING HAT that i hate, with a leopard print shirt.... yeah cursed. i know. sorry banri stans i cant hear you over the sound of your man fishing with joe and bertrand on a sunday morning at 6am. 3/10

fuyugumi :

tasuku : ... idk man. he’s just there. why is... his shoes... so flashy........ bruh...... also he looks like a very straight man and idk how to feel about this. we know u gay bitch. 7/10

hisoka : except for the fucking weird ass pants it’s actually ok. he looks.... very comfy. 10/10 would CUDDLE...... pls hisoka.... i’m tired... fluffy boy..... ugh..... i don’t have much to say about this ok he just.... spare some cuddles. 7/10

actually i like it. well. there’s two things that bothers me. GREEN. DOESN’T. SUIT. HIM. PERIOD. if u think otherwise i’m sorry. it’s just awful with his purple hair (or whatever color it is) imo. and the second..... the square should have been a triangle. i won’t take no’s. 8.5/10

tsumugi : ngl tsumugi gives me little lost boy looking for his mommy vibes. at first i thought it was his outfits but no, it’s just his face. and this ? doesn’t make it better. idk how to explain but how he wears his shirt makes it look like he’s floating and it’s kinda cute in a... special way. he’s just a very sweet boy. 7/10

azuma : i can’t bring myself to even say bad things about azuma... it’s physical. i just can’t. i have a theory his power is that strong and therefore i cannot critizice this beauty. he just. is. ya know........ sigh...... 9/10

guy : if he dresses like this, that’s.... that’s not your man, ladies. that’s your loving, hardworking and dedicated husband who just went to pick some flowers in the prairies next to your little farm in the middle of the nowhere but who’s still paradise on earth cuz it’s the two of you and you couldn’t ask for anything more. deadass. fucking peasants. 4/10

#a3!#a3 #and now i’m going to sleep #THE ORIGINAL ONE WAS MUCH FUNNIER OK #also if you’re wondering i care at all about all the mistakes i made.... no. no i don’t #UGH #long post #in which i still think i’m fucking hilarious

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Turning Pages - Chapter 5

Intrulogical bookshop au! Read the whole thing on ao3 here.

Logan heavily disliked being away from the bookshop for so long. Yes, he trusted the other employees to take care of the shop, but he didn’t know what to do with himself when he wasn’t at work. One could only reorganize his own bookshelf so many times. He had tried alphabetical order by author name, by title, then he had tried color coordinated. None of them appeased him, so he had just set his books back to the way they had been before. Finally Tuesday came and he was immensely pleased to be waking up at six in the morning to open up the bookshop. His morning routine was always the same, always in order, always timed perfectly. First he woke up right as his alarm rang. He usually woke up a little bit early since his body had naturally trained itself to be up early at this point, but he allowed himself that time to linger in bed until his alarm did ring. Next he headed to the bathroom to take care of business, not brushing his teeth just yet. That was for later. Kitchen was after the bathroom where he made himself a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal with some fruit on top, or if he wanted variation he’d go for toast with jam. After eating breakfast Logan would get dressed in the outfit he laid out the night before, brushing his teeth and double checking that he had everything he needed for the day before heading out the door.

The mornings were never quite as hot as the afternoons were, but he didn’t have time for the long way through the park. Morning walks were always short since he was eager to get to the bookshop. Today there was a change in his usual routine. When Logan got to the bookshop the lights were already on inside. He’d have to check who closed last night and give them a warning about that. Even more concerning was that the door was unlocked. Surely nobody was daft enough to leave the lights on and the door unlocked. Had someone broken in? Logan pushed the door open carefully, looking around for any signs of disarray. Everything seemed to be in perfect condition, but that didn’t make any sense. He scanned the aisles as he walked towards the counter, not seeing any sign of life until the door to the back room opened up, causing Logan to jump slightly.

“Mr….Sanders?” he asked, seeing who had come out.

“Logan!” the bookshop owner grinned, setting down a stack of magazines on the counter. “How are you?”

“I’m quite well. I didn’t know you had returned from your trip, I thought you were coming back in a few weeks.”

“The Grand Canyon was nice, but really there’s only so many times you can look at some rocks and I missed this place. I’m glad to see it’s still standing. I got all the reports you sent.”

“Of course it’s still standing, there were no disasters besides Patton spilling his coco in the break room, and that was easily handled with a mop,” Logan replied. After all, he did his best to take good care of this place while Mr. Sanders was gone.

“That does sound like a Patton thing to do,” Mr. Sanders chuckled. “I’m back for a few weeks this time, so you don’t need to work so hard for a while.”

Logan wanted to point out that he liked working hard, but the bookshop owner had picked his magazines back up and started to organize them in the stand by the register. Logan had worked at the shop long enough to know how to work alongside Mr. Sanders, and more often than not it was in comfortable silence, the occasional humming of some Disney song coming from the elder. No wonder Roman was allowed to pester the shop. He was walking through the aisles when the door unlocked and the day began officially.

It was average business for a weekday morning. About an hour in Mr. Sanders excused himself for a coffee run, promising to bring some pastries back for everyone. Logan was fine with that. He stood behind the counter, flipping through a random book on marine life he had picked up during this morning’s sweep of the shelves. The bell on the door rang and Virgil walked in, hood of his sweatshirt up and headphones on. He nodded his hello and Logan wanted to mention that Mr. Sanders was back, but the other wouldn’t have heard considering his music could be detected through the headphones as he passed. Logan went back to his reading, flipping the page to a new section about octopi. He was reminded of the tentacle tattoo that had been spotted on Remus’ arm the few times he had come to the shop and wondered if he was a fan of octopuses or squids. Well...that was a normal thing to think, right? It was a perfectly normal query to wonder why someone had chosen to permanently tattoo something on their body.

“Dude, are you okay? You’re like super spaced out right now,” Virgil’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Oh- yes,” Logan cleared his throat, shutting the book without bothering to take note of his page number. “Just thinking, I suppose. Mr. Sanders is back, he’s just off getting coffee and some treats for the break room.”

“Oh, sweet. I missed that funky dude.”

“We all did,” Logan said, pulling out a list from under the counter. “The displays are getting changed. Would you mind pulling these books and setting them aside for the new setup?”

“You got it, Lo,” Virgil nodded, taking the list and setting off to do his task.

Luckily Logan didn’t have to worry about going back to his book because a customer happened to come in and ask for some help finding a good book on true crime, something Logan had a good amount of recommendations for. Mr. Sanders came back with his coffee and a box of danishes, having a conversation with Virgil before going off to do some task of his own. For a bookstore that wasn’t often busy there was always lots to do. Virgil left in the early afternoon when Patton came in, the bubbly employee was overwhelmingly happy to see that the bookshop owner had returned. Happy enough to go off on an hour long update with how his plants were doing. While Patton showed off the pictures of his plant kiddos to Mr. Sanders, Logan took a seat at the register again, writing down reports of what had been done so far today. Yes, the boss man himself was here so it was unnecessary but it was a force of habit now and it was good to keep in practice for the next inevitable trip Mr. Sanders took.

Logan’s focus was only interrupted when the bell on the door rang and a familiar voice could be heard. He looked up to see Remus walking in with another customer that Logan recognized as a regular. Remus’ friend walked off and Patton’s voice could be heard in one of the aisles greeting him by name. Remus however chose to walk right up to the counter.

“Fancy seein’ you here, Specs,” he winked.

“Surely it’s not surprising. I’m nearly always working,” Logan replied. “Have you been enjoying your marine biology book you purchased last time you were here?”

“Couldn’t put the thing down. Finally got to prove to Ro that I can indeed read.”

“Congratulations…?” Logan spoke, not sure if that was the proper response, but Remus smiled regardless. “Can I help you find anything else or are you just here with your friend?”

“Hm, well...I trust your judgement by now. Got anything you’d suggest? I like sea life but anything spooky or gorey is good too,” Remus said.

Logan thought for a moment before getting an idea. He had spent nearly half an hour in the true crime section earlier and could think of a few books Remus might enjoy. He nodded, motioning for the other to follow him to a corner of bookshelves, passing Remus’ friend and a mildly blushing Patton on the way.

“Serial killers,” he said, pulling a book off the shelf and pressing it into Remus’ hands. “Stories about their crimes and the punishments they faced, kind of a gloss over of some of the most infamous ones. If there's a particular killer you’re interested in I’m sure we have more in-depth biographies of them as well.”

“Oh, Jeffrey Dahmer’s in this! I wrote an essay on him in high school. Best grade I’ve ever gotten,” Remus grinned, looking over the book in his hands. “I’m sold, Specs.”

“I can ring you up if you’d like,” Logan said, turning to head back up to the register. “Unless you’d rather wait for your friend to finish his shopping.” “Oh, I dunno if Jay is actually gonna buy anything, but he wanted to come say hello to Patton. You didn’t hear it from me, but he’s got a bit of a crush,” Remus laughed.

“Well, I wish him the best of luck with that endeavor,” Logan spoke, nodding to Mr. Sanders at the register who was looking at Remus like he knew him but couldn’t place where. “Remus, this is Mr. Sanders. He owns the bookshop.”

“Oh! My brother knows you,” Remus said, waving a hello as Logan went behind the counter as well. “I’m Roman’s brother, which is why I look like a better version of him.”

“Oh, yes! I know Roman. He comes in here quite often. Is he in today?” Mr. Sanders looked around the shop as if expecting the other brother to be around.

“Nope, he got roped in to helping our Aunt Patty clean out her attic,” Remus replied, his eyes falling on a marine life book that was sitting by the register. “Are you doing some good old research, Mr. S?”

“Actually, that’s been Logan’s read today,” the bookshop owner spoke, watching Remus hand over his book to Logan before going back to the paperwork he was doing.

“Lemme guess...it’s another excellent resource?” Remus asked, leaning on the counter as Logan rang him up. Then he got an idea. “Y’know...I don’t suppose you’re free Thursday, are you? I was gonna go to the aquarium and see the octopi. Maybe I could bring you with?”

Logan had to stop himself from immediately answering yes, surprised to find that he was enticed by the idea.

“Sadly I’m working Thursday, my apologies,” he replied, not loving the frown that settled onto the mustached man’s face as his response.

“You can have Thursday off,” Mr. Sanders spoke, shaking his head when Logan opened his mouth to protest. “Logan Berry, you work nearly every day. You can have a Thursday off. I’ll be here so it’s no big deal.”

“Looks like you aren’t working anymore, so whaddya say, Loganberry? Aquarium?” Remus smiled, sliding his card to pay for his new book.

“I think the aquarium could be enjoyable, I’ll accompany you,” Logan answered, taking a pen to write his phone number on the back of Remus’ receipt. “I’ll text you my address so you can pick me up and we can discuss any further details that are needed, such as timing.”

“Well then, it’s a date,” Remus’ grin grew, looking over at Janus who was waiting for him by the door. “See ya Thursday!”

“Yes, yes. A date,” Logan nodded, watching Remus bounce away and leave the shop itself.

Wait. A date?

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December 2: 1x26 Errand of Mercy

Errand of Mercy is truly a trip. I’m swiftly losing my ability to be coherent because I need to go to sleep but here are some attempts:

First of all this is, of course, a straight-up, pure, unfiltered Kirk/Spock episode with a tiny bit of unrequited Kor/Kirk on the side. Like, we’re not even going to pretend to find stuff for the rest of the crew today. I see you, Gene Coon.

This is the first Klingon ep. I just... the actual Klingon-centric episodes ARE good, but the Klingons in general are pretty boring and I legit don’t understand why they became the standard Star Trek villain. (DC Fontana apparently thought that it was because their make up was simpler v. the Romulans, acc. to Amazon trivia and....I’ll buy that.)

Is the “cultural scale” called the Richter cultural scale? I seem to recall another scale with the exact same name....

I get why there would be such a scale but they are dead wrong about where the Organians fall on it.

Anyway not to harp on this yet again but @ fanom this isn’t the military right?? Lol

Oh, no, it’s Code One! No idea what that means but the music tells me it’s a big deal and it’s bad!

“Curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.” He’s talking about war but I can think of some other things that fall into this category.

I think it’s pretty funny that Kirk records his Captain’s logs in public.

CAPTAIN SULU.

“There’s a war happening, so Mr. Spock and I will just leave the ship... together.”

“You’ll get out of here, Sulu, and leave Spock and I... alone.”

“You’ll fall back to rendezvous with the rest of the Fleet in the Laurentian system.”

Why do these people show no interest in us beaming down into their village? Hmmm, I wonder. If the Organians really were what K and S think they are, beaming down in that way would be uh a bad idea.

Spock seems much less awkward at gesturing than Kirk does.

Finally, by the end of the season, they’ve figured out the context for the Enterprise: Starfleet, the Federation, etc.

I wish the Organians were our alien overlords and taylor.

So the Klingons are a military dictatorship.

Kirk finds them so frustrating. I feel like this ep falls into the genre “Kirk is frustrated by hippies.” All this generic peace talk and faultlessly chill attitudes are just not him.

“I’m a soldier, not a diplomat.” That’s why Spock likes him so much.

The Organians are trying to follow the Prime Directive but Kirk is making it SO HARD.

“Space vehicles.”

I know the Klingons are actually supposed to be in yellow face but you know what it looks like black face to me and I RE-ALLY wish they had not done that.

They look good in those Organian outfits. Love that they kept their command and science colors lol. I feel like this is the sort of outfit AOS Kirk wishes he had in that boring ass closet of his.

Mr. Spock does not look like an Organian.

I MUST know more about these “not uncommon” Vulcan merchants. “Dealing in kevas and trillium.”

KOR IS SO INTO KIRK. This flirting is the least subtle. “You’ll be taught to use your tongue.” “Where is your smile?” “You’re a ram among sheep.” “I need your obedience.” “You seem to be in command.” Is all of this supposed to sound sexual or...?

Right up there with “a stallion must first be broken.”

Whereas Kirk is so not into this. That expression says, “Don’t even think about talking about Spock’s tongue.”

The mind sifter is actually a crazy advanced sci fi machine and STID wanted us to think Klingons don’t have warp usdfsf go fuck yourself.

Kirk is so turned on by Spock’s mental strength.

Every spare moment of this ep is given over to K/S flirting. They legit act like an old married couple. “I thought you were going to fight that guy.” “I just might.” Or whatever.

I love that Kirk’s method of fighting is to literally launch his WHOLE BODY at enemies.

Whereas Spock’s there just running awkwardly in the background. He is Not coordinated friends.

Kirk’s speeches ARE admirable. He is lacking context here but in general if they WERE an oppressed people, this should be inspiring.

“For some reason, he feels as though he must destroy you.”

This Kor and Kirk scene... Kirk literally canNOT stop himself from flirting. His default smile is Charming. “Nothing...inconsequential [was destroyed] I hope...” Flirty smile, wink.

GO CLIMB A TREE I MEAN WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT.

We are the same species...tigers...hunters

Is this not the same cell they always use?

I feel an “and there was only one cell” fic coming on...

The Organians are actually kind of hilarious. They’ll basically let these rando aliens do whatever they want, as long as they do no violence. That’s it, that’s the one rule.”Your captors planned to do violence to you, and to that I said...naw.”

THIS is real Pacifism @ Commander Spock.

Kirk ready to go out in a blaze of fire for a bunch of annoying hippies like “I’m going to white savior you now, ungrateful Organians.”(I say this with love; I love him.)

Can you believe Kirk and Spock are about to die in an unwinnable fight of 2 against Lots of Klingons, and they’re using their last moments to FLIRT AGAIN?

Gene Coon loves writing dialogue in which Spock calculates statistics and Kirk is turned on.

Also can you BELIEVE he just pulls Spock along by the arm? Any excuse to touch him.

Okay the Organians are officially tired of your bullshit.

Too hot! Hot damn!

“We find interference in others’ affairs most disgusting.” Prime Directive! Like I said!

This is basically the plot of A Taste of Armageddon except in that ep Kirk was the Organians.

“People have the right to handle their own affairs.” Is he wrong though??

The Organians are like “okay, we all had our fun here, now get out. Seriously.”

Can you imagine how fucking weird it would be to just randomly see this alien dude materialize in the White House, or, like, Starfleet San Francisco HQ, or wherever the “home world” of the Federation is supposed to be? Just a little throwaway line in there.

By the end Kor is just straight up hilarious. He’s giving off real Ian McKellan in Vicious vibes when he says “I can handle them.”

“I guess that takes care of the war.” Yep! Very efficient!

The “it” in “It would have been glorious” is DEFINITELY not the war lol.

Good game, good game.

“I was furious with the Organians for stopping a war I didn’t want.” I’m sorry but could not THAT have been the plot of STID?

“Spock, your math was wrong the whole time.” And now Spock and Kirk can BOTH sulk lol.

Those were all of my liveblog thoughts and it’s late but.... I had so many additional thoughts on this episode... Like a lot more.

First, I love when humanoids turn out to not be humanoids, that’s one of the best things.

Second, I think this is a very gutsy episode to air at the time, and that it would still be a gutsy episode to air now. I feel like it’s one of the peanut gallery’s favorite criticisms of ST nowadays to say it’s “colonialist” but this ep makes it pretty clear it’s not--that’s the opposite of the lesson of this story.

To attempt to explain better: I completely and unironically love Kirk but I do recognize that like all 3 dimensional characters he has flaws. In this ep, I thought that while his speeches and general point of view and strategic plan were definitely right for situations a population is oppressed--that people do have the power to fight back against dictatorships, even when the odds are bad, and that it is worth it to have the courage to fight back against such oppression--he was ultimately shown to be wrong in this instance because he wasn’t actually coming into that situation. He didn’t understand as much as he thought he did. He thought he was going to be the savior here: taking control for peoples who didn't know better, saving them from oppression, and then gifting them with technology and advancement as he understood it. The Federation wouldn't have enslaved them, but the Federation did want to use them. But the Organians really truly didn't need help--the native people understood their own needs better than the outside people. That's the lesson I took from the episode. Your intentions can be good but if you're coming into a foreign situation looking to control it, without understanding the actual people involved, you’re not being a true friend or ally, and you're likely to do no more harm than good. Opposition to tyranny has to come from the source, the oppressed peoples themselves.

When he refers to “weak, innocent people” standing in the way of superpowers in the beginning--he’s not attempting to derogatory, but that is a pretty demeaning characterization.

I also thought it interesting that the Organians can take any form they want and put their society at any stage of "advancement" they want and they chose a basic agrarian aesthetic. Cottagecore rights.

Kirk really had a confirmation bias when it came to the Organians. He had an image of them--innocent, weak, oppressed--and he only took information that fit with that characterization, rather than listening to them and what they were saying.

My mom and I also discussed whether this was IC or OOC of Kirk. I’m of two minds, myself. I think Kirk at his best is much more open-minded than this. His core morality is good faith, peace, friendliness, and care for all life forms, and there are plenty of examples of this (Charlie X, Mud’s Women, and The Corbomite Maneuver all immediately come to mind.) But he does have a blind spot that I think comes up often enough to be canonically part of his character: if something is threatening or killing his crew, or his people more broadly (the Federation), then ALL he cares about is neutralizing the threat. Rare alien? Possible scientific discovery? Might not have the full details of the situation? Doesn’t matter. I’m thinking The Man Trap, The Devil in the Dark, Arena. He wants to protect aliens, but not if the alien is killing his crew. He wants to make overtures of friendship, but not if the new being has already been aggressive.

I mean like I said... a part of me is like "no he is better than this!" but another part is like... well he does have that 'soldier' side of him, he is intensely loyal to his people. The “evil” Kirk of The Enemy Within. I think he just sometimes gets these blinders in certain situations when he's just sure he's right, which is very human.

Also although he's between McCoy and Spock on the continuum of "an objective right thing exists for all people and in all situations and we should always follow that morality" and "morality itself is relative, we should be respectful of alien ways of living even when we don’t understand them" I think in general Kirk and the show is more like McCoy. There IS a right morality here. (I’m thinking of The Apple or even A Taste of Armageddon.)

I also maintain that to say in 1967 "the very personality trait of being warlike is a common denominator between enemies at war" is a dramatic statement.

My mother suggested that Kirk was “strangely appealing” in his desire to save the Organians, with or without their help, and I do agree... I think that’s the complexity of the episode. The overall thrust of the plot is that Kirk was wrong--he’s left embarrassed at the end. I stand by what I said above. And they certainly go out of their way to show that the Klingons and Federation have something in common--namely, as I said, their very capacity to wage war, and interest in waging war.

BUT, as much as I get the point that they have certain similarities with the Federation--and I think this concept of 'these war-worthy disagreements seem trivial to an advanced and neutral species' is interesting, and even more so in comparison with A Taste of Armageddon which, as I said, is this same scenario from the Organians' POV essentially--at the same time it's a bit irritating to hear the democratic Federation compared to the oppressive dictatorship of the Klingons. Like yeah, okay, none of them are light beings and they both wanted to destroy each other--point taken. But would the Federation park itself on a random planet and kill 200 people the first day? I think not. So in this sense Kirk IS right. The Klingons are an adversary worth fighting, just not over the Organians.

I don’t know what I would think of his position if the Organians were being harmed but were also just...actually sheep. Like I guess I would say "well they have to have a reason.” And in fact they did--their bodies cannot be harmed, so they really don't care if the Klingons pretend to harm them. But I just can't comprehend people being like really honestly okay with that level of oppression, as opposed to too scared or too beaten down or too brainwashed to fight it, which is different.

...And from there we went into a discussion of curative v transformative fandom and yet more on what’s wrong with AOS sdfasfjsaldf it’s past 1 am I can’t be stopped BUT I SHOULD BE STOPPED.

#star trek tos #the year 2020 #2020: fandom thoughts #2020: star trek #omg this is long

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Episode 9: the One where They ~FROLIC IN THE FOREST~

We’re back at the dancing fairy cave.

Stuff happens here that’s, you know, plotty

We’re gonna ignore all that

OUR FIRST WANGXIAN MOMENT OF THE EPISODE is when wwx defends lwj from jc’s ire (oh yeah, one of the plotty things is that jc suddenly is here. Not important why).

Jc is all pissy (bc when isn’t he, honestly?) at wwx for having to chase after him (which he didn’t technically have to but bros don’t abandon their bros to unknown circumstances, okay?) and is complaining angrily about it

Wwx: hey, I’M the one who wanted to follow lwj around because i love him, so don’t get mad at him!

And then wwx looks over at lwj with a little smile on his face, so sweet so sweet!

Plot plot exposition plot

We have to chase down the Smoky Owl of Evil and kill it now for Plot Reasons!

Lol, wwx traps jc, nhs, AND wen qing (oh she’s here now too, btw) in his Golden Glowy Net of Protection so he and lwj can go track down the Smoky Owl of Evil together

Wwx, probably: “STOP INTERRUPTING MY DATE WITH LWJ, GUYS, JEEZ”

And now our beautiful boys are in the middle of the woods when suddenly SPOOKY FOG ROLLS IN WITH OMINOUS MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND

SHIT’S ABOUT TO GET SERIOUS

Oh nooo, the fog separates them!! Wwx is worriedly calling out “lan zhan, lan zhan!”

Luckily they bump into each other pretty quick so they’re together again

Except, oops, JUST KIDDING

Wwx takes like, two steps to one side and loses lwj again. Even tho lwj is literally right there next to him

But he doesn’t know that so he’s worried and being all cute about it. He bites his knuckle and is thinking “oh noooo, what if the Smoky Owl of Evil got him?!?” So he’s calling out for him, again

EVEN THO HE’S ONLY LIKE, TWO FEET AWAY, LET ME REITERATE

LWJ seems to be able to see wwx just fine bc the look he gives him is all “r u srs, i’m right here”

Thankfully lwj is clever and makes bichen light up all blue and pretty like an epic glow stick. It matches his outfit!! (i’ve decided he did this on purpose. He definitely can control what color his sword lights up as and coordinates it accordingly with his clothes. No, i will not be taking criticisms, because I am Right)

LWJ: I’m right next to you

WWX: *surprised gasp* You should’ve said something!

Uh, he just did wwx, keep up now.

LWJ: the fog is creating hallucinations

WWX: that’s alright! I’ll just get rid of it using my ~glitter talisman~

EXCUSE ME, WHAT??

WHAT IS A GLITTER TALISMAN?

OF COURSE YOU INVENTED A GLITTER TALISMAN, YOU CHAOTIC BI

Too bad it doesn’t work! i wanted to see it in action :( :( :(

Lwj: the fog is also disorienting the mind so you can’t focus

Don’t worry wwx, your talisman didn’t fail because you were having performance issues

It failed because the fog is Evil

WWX: Wait!! Why isn’t your mind being disturbed?

Lwj: it mostly disturbs minds that have lots of thoughts in them

Wwx: *cheeky grin* ah, it’s making use of my infinite wisdom~

Lwj: *looks away in exasperation*

I guess lans are Above rolling their eyes at someone (tho I'm pretty sure he's rolled his eyes at him before) but the way lwj did that gave off intense eye-rolling vibes, let me tell ya

OMG A SENTIENT CHAIN OF EVIL ATTACKS THEM OUT OF NOWHERE

Thankfully lwj is a Skilled Fighter and was able to block it with his sword while doing a SUPER DRAMATIC TWIRL OF DODGING

Ooooh, and when he lands, wwx appears right beside him and they go back to back without even pausing to think

BC THEY’RE SOULMATES AND CAN FIGHT IN SYNC AHHHHHH

WWX: lan zhan, are you okay?

He sound so serious here, and with his determined expression, wwx is ready to get down to business on this evil chain that attacked his lwj

LWJ: I’m fine *still super alert to his surroundings bc he’s an awesome cultivator and that’s what they do*

Okay, pause for a moment to point out how funny the camera shots from above are. The fog almost completely obscures wwx in his dark clothes, but lwj sticks out like a sore thumb. So every time we get one of these shots, it just looks like lwj is chilling by his lonesome in this mega foggy forest lol

Oh, dude, this next part is SO FREAKING COOL

So they’re back to back still, and surrounded by Evil Fog

Lwj: wei ying, focus your senses!

The both of them close their eyes to focus intensely

the the camera is down below, angled up so that LWJ and WWX look tall and slightly elongated but in a badass way!

And then the camera circles around them slowly to really show you just how badass and good looking they are before doing a quick spin around them with DRAMATIC MUSIC in the background

Okay, i’m done geeking out about the camera shot (idk why, guys, but i love those kinds of shots. They’re so thrilling every time!!)

Also LOOK AT MY BOYS BEING ALL FOCUSED AND SERIOUS. GO GET EM SWEETIES, I BELIEVE IN YOU

At this point they haven’t even looked at each other or their surroundings but lwj starts a plan

Lwj: Split fire talisman

That’s it. That’s all he says to wwx.

Without hesitation, wwx sheathes suibian and pulls out that talisman

THEY TRUST EACH OTHER IMPLICITLY

I MEAN, COME ON

THEY’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FOREST SURROUNDED BY EVIL MIND-ALTERING FOG

AND WWX SHEATHES HIS SWORD LIKE NBD JUST WITH A WORD FROM LWJ??

AAAAHHHHHHH

SOULMATES ON THE BATTLEFIELD

I LOVE IT

I LOVE IT SO MUCH

AND NOW THEY’RE MOVING ALL SYNCHRONIZED, LWJ BLOCKING EVIL CHAINS WITH BICHEN AND WWX DETERRING OTHER EVIL CHAINS USING THE TALISMANS

AND THEY’RE STILL BACK TO BACK, CIRCLING AROUND TO KEEP EACH OTHER SAFE!!!!!

THEY’RE SUCH A GREAT TEAM

Then we cut for a moment to see how nhs, jc, and wq are doing in their Golden Glowy Net of Protection (it looks kind of like a birdcage actually...glowy golden birdcage of protection?? hmm)

And we’re back at the epic forest fight scene!!

OMG THAT WAS SUCH A COOL MOVE RIGHT HERE

THERE WAS A CHAIN COMING AT WWX AND HE STRAIGHT UP BACKFLIPS OVER LWJ WHILE LWJ SWOOPS TO TAKE HIS PLACE AND HIT THE CHAIN WITH BICHEN

AHHHHH

THIS IS WHAT ROMANCE LOOKS LIKE, GUYS, DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE

IF YOU CAN’T DO EPIC BATTLE MOVES WITH YOUR S.O. ARE YOU REALLY MEANT TO BE??

But oh no!! One of the evil chains catches wwx by the neck and drags him away!!

It made him drop his sword!!

IT TIED HIM TO A TREE!!

don't think kinky thoughts don't think kinky thoughts dontthinkkinkythoughts

Oh, now wwx is playing dead lol

Suddenly the Smoky Owl of Evil swoops in to attack his “dead” body (because that bird is a coward that lacks honor)

AND WWX CATCHES IT WITH HIS BARE HANDS

WWX: did you think you could outsmart me?? *proceeds to choke the poor bird to death, yikes*

Lwj finally catches up to wwx but sees that the bird’s been sufficiently murdered so he sheathes bichen

Wwx: did you see who was controlling the Smoky Owl of Evil?

LWJ: Nope.

(God, LWJ, you had ONE JOB)

LWJ: he or she was mind-controlling it from somewhere Not Here.

(Oh, nevermind then. You're forgiven)

LOL WWX’S FACE

LIKE, YOU MEAN I NEARLY GOT CHOKED TO DEATH WITH AN EVIL CHAIN FOR NOTHING???

Wwx: *kicks dead bird petulantly*

Side note: A-yuan makes a brief appearance here! Wwx and LWJ go check on their pals who are with the Wens and A-yuan is there!!

It doesn’t really make sense bc i’m pretty sure between now and the end of the sunshot campaign, a few years have passed?? so a-yuan should be much older later, but you know what? I DON’T EVEN CARE.

WHATEVER! I’M NOT HERE FOR THE PLOT.

OR SENSIBLE TIMELINES.

TIME IS MEANINGLESS.

TRUE LOVE IS FOREVER.

ALSO A-YUAN IS FREAKING ADORABLE SO I’M NOT GONNA COMPLAIN!

And now we’re getting more plot exposition about the dancing fairy

It’s less painful this time bc wen qing is the one doing it and she’s gorgeous (take a moment to drown in her big brown bambi eyes! please marry me, wen qing)

More plot stuff happens.

Wwx tricks nhs and jc into chasing after a chicken so he can have ~alone time~ with lwj

Except not really bc they’re there to interrogate wq about the yin iron, aka the main plot device in this story arc

Wwx: the fairy started snatching souls bc the Plot Device was taken from it, right? That’s why it only went after lan zhan when we were fighting it!

Detective!WWX is so cute and clever!!

But god forbid wwx stays serious for more than a minute straight heh straight when not in immediate danger bc then he’s all

Wwx: the only other possible explanation is...IT HAD A CRUSH ON LAN ZHAN LOLOL

(Which, i mean, who wouldn’t, right?)

THE LOOK ON LWJ’S FACE AT THIS! LOL

LWJ: Shut UP

they’re talking serious plot stuff again, boring.

Oh, JC and WQ have a moment and the only reason i’m mentioning it is bc WWX goes and interrupts it, THAT’S KARMA BABY LOL

Now they’re in a town! Not the flower-petal town from before. A different one. Idk.

A hawker stops wwx and gives him a sample of alcohol and lwj gives wwx a disdainful look like ‘r u srs?’ before walking off

The NANOSECOND wwx sees lwj walking away from him, he ditches Mr. Let-me-give-you-free-alcohol and chases after him

Yes, the budding alcoholic ditches the Free Alcohol Man

THAT’S TRUE LOVE BABY

Lol he grabs lwj by the ribbon thing hanging off his shoulder (not the Marriage Ribbon, unfortunately)

Lwj glares at him but it’s like, a mild one

WWX: wait, where are you going??

Lwj: looking for the gentry. For info. *tries to walk away*

Wwx: WAIT *grabs lwj by the forearm*

Lwj: *stares at where wwx is touching him until wwx lets go*

WWX TAKE IT EASY ON POOR LAN ZHAN

HE’S ONLY JUST REALIZED HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU

HE CAN’T HANDLE YOU TOUCHING HIM YET

Wwx: don’t go without me! You’ll info-gather wrong!!

Lwj: how should i do it then?

Wwx: *cute little grin that shows off his beauty mark*

(gaaahhh, i can’t handle it when he smiles like this, it kills me every time!! that beauty mark is deadly)

Wwx: you should go to the wine house for info instead!!

JC: you just want to get drunk (oh yeah, he’s still here guys, fyi)

Wwx: HOW DARE! I can separate business from pleasure! Ppl gossip at wine houses! We’ll definitely get info there!

and now nhs is joining them

Nhs: lets go find a place to rest

Wow, lwj is staring pretty hard at nhs

It’s a stare that’s like “y r u talking to my soulm8, stop that”

AND THEN WWX GRABS BOTH JC AND LWJ BY THE ARMS AND RUNS, DRAGGING THEM BOTH BEHIND HIM

IT’S SO CUTE

HE’S SO HAPPY!! HE’S GOT THE TWO BOYS HE LOVES MOST IN THE WORLD WITH HIM!!

Also, lol lwj is so stiff even as wwx forces him to run

We’re at the wine house

Wwx slams down an obscene amount of money on the table (at least i think it’s obscene going off of jc’s expression and subsequent scolding about how wwx is gonna be broke BUT JOKE’S ON HIM BC WWX IS GETTING HIMSELF A SUGAR DADDY IN THE FUTURE)

Now he’s chatting up the waiter for info and we get Plot Details and an ooky-spooky story about the now deceased Chang clan

I only specify this bc the Plot Device tucked in lwj’s robes starts acting up aND CAUSING LWJ PAIN!!

NOT COOL, PLOT DEVICE, VERY NOT COOL!

Wwx is hovering all worriedly at his shoulder and mother-henning him.

The Plot Device gives LWJ a vision(!!) that sends them to the Chang clan’s residence

And we get surprise dead bodies accompanied by unholy screeching when we get there!!

Like. SO MANY dead bodies!

LWJ and WWX are Concerned!!

And that’s the end of episode 9.

This episode imo has is the best fight scene of the show. There’s more dramatic ones later on, but in terms of seeing wwx and lwj battle together in a not-ridiculously-over-the-top fashion? This one wins hands down! Gold Star to my boys!!

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#WangXiantics #the untamed #wangxian

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Day 19-Sling

Hello to anyone reading this now (in 2021) I am currently trying to complete this I’ll be updating at least once a day unless there’s an exam or something until I finish with the prompt list or whenever the story is over with the whole reveal cute fluffy ending and all that. so if you’re interested let me know if you want to get tagged

Day: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 On Ao3

Chapter 19-Sling

Marinette smiled, "Thanks, Adrien, that's really sweet of you,"

"See, girl! Now you don't have an excuse anymore!" Alya laughed.

Marinette rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. The kids were a danger to society. But with a person per kid, it couldn't be too bad.

-------- Time skip (the weekend) ---------

Correction, it definitely could. Not only could it, but it was a complete disaster. It was like trying to round up animals on the loose from the zoo. Only instead of being armed with sharp teeth or claws, they were armed with markers, scissors, and way too much junk food. Marinette wanted to blame Adrien. She really did. After all, he brought all the junk, but she just couldn't. He obviously had good intentions thinking he could get the devils to cooperate by bribing them, but it was a rookie mistake. Sugar and children was not a good combination especially if it's past their bedtime. And now Marinette was barricading the rest of the stash in the kitchen, using only a wooden spoon to defend herself from Ella. And Adrien held Etta Lion King style to stop her from scribbling on the walls. There wasn't any time to check Adrien's coat pocket in all the chaos. It taunted her from next to the door when Adrien stood.

"Wanna switch?" Marinette half-joked, still watching her demon child closely.

Ella used that opportunity to pounce at Marinette. Marinette moved out of the way, but the cunning child tried to dash behind her to the snacks. Marinette blocked continuing the stalemate.

Adrien chuckled nervously, "I think you got it covered. Besides, I think I'd give in after she gave me some puppy eyes,"

"True at this point, I think I'm immune," She remembered all the times she gave in to Mamon with a sigh.

Etta took Adrien's brief distraction to kick the air hard enough to surprise him. He dropped Etta in response. She landed with her arms in the air like she just performed a trick and giggled. She stuck her tongue out at him before grabbing the markers again.

"I'm reconsidering switching," Adrien sighed before running after her.

Marinette crashed on the sofa with a huff. She groaned as she inched away to give room to Adrien, who came with drinks. He sat down at the edge, trying to give her space while silently handing her a soda. Marinette grumbled a bit, but she sat up and took the drink from Adrien. It took bribing, two movies, an impromptu fashion show, and some smooth teamwork to tire the girls out. Too smooth. She looked at him out the corner of her eye. They moved seamlessly after getting used to the situation. It was like how she a Chat would coordinate once they figure out an Akuma. Accessing the problem then wordlessly dancing in tandem. She grabbed the remote, he distracted the girls, she helped pick outfits, he hid the snacks, switching duties and switching girls. It felt like second nature. She was only ever that much in sync with one person.

"We're back!" Alya pulled Marinette out of her thoughts, barging through the door.

"Shush, the girls are asleep!" Adrien whisper-yelled.

"Thank god you're back!" Marinette ran up, hugging Alya like she was her savior.

Alya rubbed her back while giggling at her best friend's dramatics.

Nino chuckled, "Come on now, Marinette, you babysat them before. I'm sure it wasn't that bad,"

"Two-words Nino, Sugar rush,"

The couple cringed before laughing. After a brief retelling of the terror of babysitting essentially mini criminals on steroids, Adrien and Nino said they wanted to talk real quick while Alya checked on the girls.

Sensing the perfect opportunity, Marinette leaped at the chance, "I'll wait for you outside,"

"It's cold outside. Stay inside a little longer. It'll only be a minute," Adrien worried.

"Don't worry, I'll be right outside the door. I'll grab your coat," Marinette grabbed his coat, feeling anxious to get the answer she's been wondering all week about.

"Thanks, Marinette. It'll be quick,"

"No need to rush," She stressed, wanting to have a proper look this time.

With an okay from Adrien, she left and made sure to close the door behind her. She quickly checked the pockets and pulled it out.

Red string

Eight beads

A large green four-leaf clover in the middle

Without a doubt, this was her lucky charm. She held it lightly like the evidence would shatter if she grasped it too tight. She flipped it over and over again as if the pattern, color, or symbol would change the next time she did it.

Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir.

She stepped back, leaning on the stair railing for stability. Adrien was Chat. Chat was Adrien. Her boyfriend had been sitting behind her in class this whole time. Her mind was spinning. What should she do? They just became friends. She can't just tell him now. What if he runs away? Well, actually, her kitty was quite the persistent type, so she didn't think he'd run. But it was Adrien! Oh god, she had no idea what to do. Sure they made up, but she called her boyfriend a pretentious spoiled rich kid, so many times to his face! And how was she supposed to tell him that she found out first? She had been the one that refused to reveal their identities for their own safety. She even encouraged both him and herself that they should catch Hawkmoth fast so they could be together. She would be such a big hypocrite! Especially since she said that "even if we suspect someone from real life, we can't investigate," and what did she do? She took his jacket and looked through his pockets like a stalker! Speaking of, should she take a picture, so she doesn't think she made all this up tomorrow, or would that be too much? She pulled at her ponytails. What was she thinking? All of this was too much already! Her mind was running in circles. She pulled out her phone and took the picture but then hovered her finger over the delete button. She invaded his privacy on accident when it fell, but this was on purpose, and she was going to have proof of it? But then again, what he doesn't know won't hurt him?

"Sorry I took so-"

"Ahhhh!" Marinette screamed.

She dropped everything and backing away from the sudden voice. Her foot hit the air as she missed the step. She reached for the railing to give her stability, but it was just beyond her grasp. She saw Adrien's wide eyes, and he ran to grab her. Guess his cat-like reflexes happened in real life too, but he's still too far, she thought as she twisted her body to catch herself on her hands and stop herself from rolling down. She felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder as she landed wrong and sucked in a breath.

"Marinette, are you okay!?" Adrien yelled, crouching down and helping her sit up.

"Mostly," she winced, "hurt my shoulder a bit, but other than that, I'm fine,"

She felt like she should thank Tiki or Master Fu or maybe even the miraculous itself. Thanks to her time as Ladybug, she was able to pull off a more like that despite being extraordinarily clumsy. She looked up noticing, that she thankfully hadn't fallen too many. Maybe she wouldn't need a sling anything. Spoilers, she was wrong.

#ml enemy au #mircaulous ladybug #ml fic #inktober 2019 #day 19

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Galahdian Dreams - 6 (Nyx Ulric/Reader)

Synopsis: Your father was the king of Insomnia. He was good and just. You never thought you’d meet anyone like him after he was taken from the world. Your Uncle Regis, has taken the throne and followed through on your father’s plans. It was good to see the city in capable hands.

Enter Nyx Ulric, refugee, Glaive, fighter…how is it he can see all your secrets? He knows how to set you off and he’s promised to not let you go…(AU for sure, Regis wasn’t supposed to take the throne, and our lovely Nyx has more of a past then we thought…)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

You pulled Nyx’s extra jacket closer to yourself. Thirty minutes ago you were dressed to the nines…now you were wearing street clothes and sneakers.

“I don’t understand the question…” You looked at Nyx who stood there smiling at you.

“You’re right…I want to be normal and I am when I’m here in the Citadel with you. So, I am keeping things close to my chest.” Nyx took in a deep breath stepping toward you, “It’s only fair that you understand why I want so badly to keep it that way…do you trust me?”

You let your arms drop as air left your mouth unceremoniously while your face scrunched up, “Nyx…”

“Do you trust me?” His eyes glinted in the darkness of the room like a cat. Not on a hunt, but playfully waiting to pounce on your answer.

You sighed finally nodding, “I believe I do, yes.”

“Good…” He walked toward your closet.

You followed him, “What are you doing?”

“Well you can’t go out in that dress, you’ll be asking for attention, which is what we’re trying to avoid.” He smirked flicking the light on before he started looking through your things, “Color coordinated…interesting.”

“Some colors don’t work with others…” You defended your choices, “and what do you mean going out?”

“But you always wear black or grey…” He looked at you as you made a noise of frustration, “You said you’d trust me…so please…”

“Then answer a question…” You watched him freeze in his tracks before looking at you, “Are you who I think you are?”

He paused letting his hands drop to his sides. His face faltered briefly before going into smirk, “If you mean charming and handsome like a prince…yes I am.”

“Nyx…” You sighed a little putting a hand to your forehead. You didn’t like games…you didn’t like secrets…and he had your story, so why couldn’t he share his, “You want me to trust you, but you won’t tell me anything about you. Why is it so hard for you to open up about yourself?”

“Because I’m afraid you won’t like what you find out!” He stepped toward you his frustration manifesting in the way his hands flung out to his sides, “I’m afraid you’ll think less of me and right now you’re the only Insomnian that actually gives a shit about me or my people…I can’t lose that!”

You stood there as a heavy silence fell over the both of you. He sighed shutting his eyes, “I’m sorry…I…it’s hard to talk about myself…because I struggle…liking myself. I-I strive everyday to not be the boy that lost everything Galahd…I just want to be Nyx Ulric…not-not something everyone needs me to be…just a nobody…”

He looked at you when you shifted a little nodding, “I understand…”

“I know…I know you do…” He frowned before he looked away taking a deep breath, “So I’ll make you deal…You want to feel normal even if it’s for a little while…and I want you to see myself and my people…and I want them to meet you. We go out tonight and tomorrow I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

“Nyx…I don’t want to pressure you…” You shook your head taking a step toward him already feeling badly.

He raised his hand a little making you stop, “I don’t think you are. It can’t be a one-way street. If I want this work, and I need this to work, I need you to trust me…I guess I need to trust you too.”

The conversation ended soon after that. He apologized again after you changed into the outfit he put together for you. Expressing to him that it was fine he nodded leading you down the empty corridors, taking stairs, and strange ways to get to the ground floor of the citadel.

When you questioned him he smiled at you, “Uh…well there’s a lot of paperwork involved with taking you off grounds…getting caught would look bad…”

“And dressed like this is going to help hide me?” You looked down to the red long sleeve shirt and black pants, “I’ve been wearing bland colors to fade away…red screams look over here…”

“The red is for me.” He rolled his eyes when your eyes widened as a noise of surprise escaped past your lips, “Not like that, though that shirt does flatter you…I mean so I can find you, and keep you safe…”

“Nyx we don’t have to do this…you said it yourself, it’s been a long few days…and…” You stopped near a pillar to stay out of sight as you began wringing your hands together, “and I don’t know if this is a good idea…”

Nyx looked around before stepping back to you, “Your thesis is international relations…”

“Nyx, I don’t want to play games right now…” You crossed your arms getting defensive.

“Just go with me on this…” He crossed his own arms matching your stance, “You wanna make a difference…you want your father’s legacy to live on, right?”

“Of course, I do…” You looked into his eyes, two blue pools searching for answers.

“…and you haven’t left these walls for over a year. I know you’re terrified,” You sighed looking away from him as he went on, “but you don’t know what is going on in your city…I wanna show you, but under conditions that I can mostly predict and control. So, you’ll be safe…unknown to anyone but me able to relax…and still gain understanding.”

“Why are you doing this?” You asked catching up to after he had turned walking away, “Why does it matter so much to you? What ulterior motive do you have?”

“I don’t know…the way you talk about peace…” He looked at you with a grin, “You make it sound like it could happen, but…also from listening to you…I know that without understanding the problems, you can’t offer solutions.”

“Uh…” You made a face tilting your head a little making him chuckle, “You think that there are problems that I can solve by going out with you tonight? By pretending to be no one of consequence?”

“Just trust me…Once we get there, I think you’ll understand, and if you don’t…” He opened a door holding it open for you. As you stepped inside you saw a locker room, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“And getting there involves a locker room?” You followed him as he looked around again making sure no one was around.

“Getting there involves a disguise. For someone who’s supposed to be trusting me you’re asking a lot of questions…” He told you as he fiddled with a combination lock until it opened. He popped it open reaching inside pulling out a worn leather jacket. He turned back to you hold it out, “Here you go.”

“A jacket…” You took it from him feeling butterflies in your stomach when his fingers grazed over yours.

“It’s a good jacket.” He smirked reaching back inside before pulling out a baseball cap, “and the icing on the cake.”

“…you really think this will work?” You laughed a little as he put the hat on your head.

“Well it’s not a crown…so I don’t think they’ll even look at you.” He smirked watching you put on the jacket before pulling off his Glaive coat.

You pulled the jacket close taking a deep breath. It smelled heavenly and deliciously exotic, “We only wore crowns for ceremonies…”

“Apparently Regis doesn’t share that tradition…he’s always got a…” He waved his hand by the right side of his face before he pulled his shirt off.

“Oh…uh…” You turned away flushing deeply, “Yes…he’s a bit different about things.”

“Bashful?” He questioned behind you sounding amused.

“No…it’s not…” You sighed before feeling his hand on your shoulder. You turned looking at him in a plain grey shirt that hugged in him nicely throughout the shoulders. He smirked at you, “I just figured you’d want the privacy…”

“I appreciate you protecting my virtue.” He nodded for you to follow him out smirk only growing with every word you spoke.

“Where’s your jacket?” You asked him quietly as opened the door peeking out.

“You’re wearing it.” He glanced back at you as you made a face, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“It’s still winter!” You hissed at him as he stepped out. He only laughed a little as you scowled.

“I run hot.” Was the only excuse he gave you to get you to stop questioning him. You still didn’t like it and would feel badly if he got sick trying to do something nice for you.

You walked out into the night air of the parking lot leading out to the city. As you approached the gate you frowned slowly down, “Nyx…”

“It’s alright, pull your hat down some…” As you did, he offered his hand to you. You saw him smile when you took his hand lacing your fingers with his. Your felt you face becoming hot as he pulled you a long.

You passed the guard booth with no problem. The man posted didn’t even look up as you both walked out onto the streets. You stopped looking up at the tall buildings taking a deep breath in. You felt anxiety wash over you before you felt Nyx squeeze your hand.

“Hey…” You looked at him when he spoke. His eye held such genuine sincerity as he spoke, “I will not leave your side, I promise.”

“I know…I know…” You forced a smile giving him a nod. You hated not knowing where you were going and doing, but he was right. For a good shield to protect the king he needed to know every detail on them. You and Gladio had grown up together so it had been easy to transition into your roles. Nyx was a different story…if trusting him tonight would give you answers…you had to just let go and follow along, “Lead on.”

He nodded and began guiding your through the streets. There were so many people for the time of night, and not a one paid you both any attention. Never once did he take his hand away from yours as you both walked for twenty minutes through crowded streets and sidewalks.

He’d stop occasionally looking back at you asking if you were doing alright. His concern was nice, especially because he meant it. You smiled a little as you fell comfortably next to him as you descended some stairs, “So where exactly are we going?”

“The Hearth.” He smirked looking into your eyes, his sparkling with excitement, “It’s an establishment that my friends and I unwind at.”

“A bar then?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes…in basic terms.” He chuckled before whispering, “Don’t let Libertus hear you say that…”

“You mentioned him before…you both ran a tavern back home?” You saw his eyes widen a little, “What?”

“I just…you actually listened to me…” He smiled a little slowing his pace down a little, “Just not used of that…most people ignore me nowadays…”

“I like to listen to people. I like to hear their stories, their dreams, their lives…” You looked down a little smiling as an image of your father sitting in his chair in the library listening to you tell a wild story about your day popped into your head, “My father would say, listening is the first thing a leader needs to master. If you do not listen, you will only hear your side of every story.”

Nyx stared at you before he sighed his voice full of regret, “I wish I would have met him.”

“I think he would have liked you.” He looked back at you surprised before you explained, “You speak your mind…he was fond of people who stood up for their beliefs.”

“Galahd is known for outspoken people.” He smirked a little stopping in front of you, “Alright…are you ready to be normal?”

He reached over to you lifting the hat of you putting it on himself. You ran your hand through your hair letting fall back into place. You caught him staring at you as you brushed it behind your ear, “I suppose I am? Do I look normal?”

“Yeah…” He nodded reaching up taking a stray piece of hair you’d miss swooping it behind your ear for you, “very normal…”

Your face got warm as he offered his arm to you one more time. You took it stepping with him around a corner that looked like an alleyway. Your mouth dropped open as vibrant colors washed the street walls. Streamers and lanterns crisscrossed across the air casting an exotic glow around the area. It was like a whole different world…

“Welcome to the Immigrant Ward.” He told you as you began to take everything in, “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

As he led you in further, he began pointing out stalls along the way. Wonderful racks of fabrics, instruments, spices, food…everything that you could imagine and more. He explained that at the beginning of the ward they decided to open the bazaar so anyone from the main part of the city could venture in without getting too lost.

It was wonderful, everything about it was strangely beautiful. What made it better is that everyone greeted you and Nyx like family. Leaning over their wares taking Nyx’s face kissing each cheek. You were taken off guard when the first woman did it to you, but by the third one you were smiling with every encounter.

Once again, an older woman had your face in her hands kissing your cheeks. She was selling soup and dumplings that smelled heavenly.

“You are a beauty for sure…Nyx is treating you well yes?” The older woman questioned you, her eyes narrowing onto Nyx as she thwacked a wooden spoon against her hand.

“Auntie, behave…she’s not used of our ways.” Nyx teased back raising his hands in defense.

“If he’s not, I’ll take care of him right now.” She looked to you waiting for an answer, “He’s not fast enough yet to escape me…”

“I can assure you that he’s being a perfect gentleman.” You told her giving Nyx a small smile.

“He better be! His mother didn’t raise an idiot!” You watched as he tensed up a little bit, “Now I won’t hold you two up, go enjoy yourselves. Nyx, if you happen to see Pelna that my husband is almost done crafting that rig for him.”

“I will, have a good night auntie.” He leaned over giving her a peck on the cheek before turning and making a path through the gathering crowd.

As you walked away you leaned over to him, “That was your aunt?”

“Not by blood. To show respect, we call an elder uncle or auntie…if they’re older, we might call them grandma or grandpa.” He explained smiling a little. You liked listening to him explain things. The Galahdian culture was so rich and warm compared to Lucian ways, hearing his lulling voice describe it was very captivating, “We consider everyone part of the Galahd family. We’re all working toward the same goal, preserving the future.”

“That sounds wonderful. I see why my father had been so eager to continue talks with your people.” You could feel your cheeks aching from how much smiling you had done since arriving, “How much further is The Hearth?”

“Just around the corner there…” He pointed past a stall to a small pitiful looking sign that literally looked as if it had been carved out by a two year old, “It’s a bit of a dive…but I promise everything taste amazing.”

He quickly guided you over there opening the door for you, but instead of clearing the room like normal he just let you walk in. You glanced at him quickly seeing a reassuring smile as you stepped inside. You were greeted with a loud eruption of, “Ay!”

Several people raised glasses waving toward you. You looked back at Nyx standing behind as he held up both hands shrugging toward them smiling, “You got started without me?”

He led you over to the group as a bigger man looked at him, “Didn’t know if you’d be showing up with your fancy pants party going on. Who’s your date?”

“Oh…uh…no we’re not…” He looked at you flushing.

You shook your head toward him, “No…not…”

“No…” He shook his head too before looking back to everyone, “This is Y/N, she works in the Citadel.”

“Hi.” You waved your hand a little bit as they all stared at you, “It’s nice to meet you all.”

The bigger man stood up looking down at you as if scrutinizing everything about you before he held his hand out to you giving you a big grin, “Libertus.”

The ice was broken and soon everyone was offering their hand to you saying their names. You smiled greeting each of them before Libertus walked behind the bar pouring everyone a drink. One of them stood up offering a chair to you. You thanked him sliding in next to a woman with dark hair.

“Nyx! Give me a hand!” Libertus called across the bar.

“I’ll be right back.” He told you leaving you alone with everyone. You watched him squeeze through people as your anxiety crept up on you.

“Nice jacket.” You looked at the woman who was looking you over.

“Oh…thank you. Nyx let me barrow it.” You smiled adjusting it a little.

“Wow…he must really like you.” She sat up looking at you before offering her hand, “Crowe.”

You took her hand introducing yourself to her before asking her, “Why do you say that?”

“That’s his dad’s jacket. He’s pretty protective of it.” Crowe smiled a little looking over to Nyx and Libertus traying up the drinks, “He never let that thing go after his dad died.”

“I…I didn’t know…” You looked over to him watching him throw his head back laughing at something Libertus said. He looked so natural here, “He didn’t say anything…”

“Probably another sign that he likes you. How long have you to been seeing one another?” She asked before raising her glass to take a drink.

“We’re not…” You looked at her shaking your head, “We’re just…colleagues…”

“Colleagues…right…what was it you did again?” She stared you down intently as your mind raced to find an answer.

Thankfully the drinks arrived and interrupted everything as Nyx and Libertus began handing out the glasses. He smiled putting one in front of you, “Crowe isn’t interrogating you too hard, is she?”

“Y/N, was just about to tell us what she does for the Citadel.” Crowe quirked an eyebrow at you as everyone turned to listen.

“I…” You hung you head a little speaking softly, “I work in the gardens…”

“Gardening! You actually get things to grow in this city?” Nyx smirked at you a little as Libertus sat across from you, “I can’t get a damn thing to grow here.”

“Our soil isn’t that great…” You told him raising your gaze a little, “I…I use a fertilizer that enriches it with nutrients. It’s actually imported from Lestallum.”

You engaged in conversation with them all slowly falling into their way of life…you weren’t a former princess to them…you weren’t some lady that needed respect…you were just…you. You could feel yourself smiling more watching everyone being so relaxed. You gazed at all them taking note of their beautiful tattoos that even Nyx shared.

“Are you gonna drink that?” You were pulled from your thoughts as Libertus stared at you pointing at the full glass in front of you.

“Oh…I’m sorry…” You reached for it, “I didn’t realize this was for me…”

“You don’t have to drink it.” Nyx told you, his tone trying to be helpful.

“Butt out, she seems thirsty…” Libertus smacked his arm smirking, “And it’s our good stock.”

“It’s alright, I didn’t mean to be rude.” You told Nyx pulling the glass toward you, “I was just distracted.”

Libertus watched you expectantly as you raised the cup to your mouth. You were hit with a pleasant taste. Fruity and sweet, but tart. You smiled at Libertus, “Good isn’t it?”

“You brewed this?” He nodded proudly, “It’s delicious, what’s in it?”

“Oh boy…” Nyx sighed with a smile as leaned on the table.

“What?” You looked at him.

“You just walked into a three-hour conversation that’s what.” A man named Pelna told you with a nice smile. He seemed younger than the rest of them there, but eager to be part of the group.

“I take pride in my work that’s all…” Libertus rolled his eyes, “It’s a berry ale…not much left it. If I can’t figure out how to grow the berries, might be the last of it.”

You stared at the ale in your hands, “…maybe…I could help you with that…if you want.”

Nyx smiled at Libertus, “I told you…”

“Yeah alright…shut up…” You between the two of them until Libertus looked at you, “He told me about you. How you have a great green thumb, and how without a doubt if we met…you’d offer to help me. He also told me I’d be an idiot to refuse you.”

“I’m flattered you think my skills are so good.” You smirked at Nyx.

He chuckled raising the glass to his lips as you and Libertus began talking soil. Something he never really understood. He always just did what he was told and things seemed to work out.

“Nyx…” His attention was drawn from you to Crowe who was nodding him to follow her toward the bar. He quietly excused himself walking toward her as she reached over the bar for a bottle of liquor, “So…”

“So what?” He popped up on a stool as she poured two shots.

She eyed him for a minute before she spoke, “So…when did you start dating your charges?”

His face flushed instantly as he looked away from her rolling his tongue against his cheek before he shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Nyx…” She stared at him quirking an eyebrow as he took the shot.

“…” He rolled his eyes shaking his head, “We’re not dating…”

“Ah ha…but she is the…” He clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Stop…I may not be on the job right now, but it is still my duty to protect her.” Nyx whispered as she smacked his hand away, “Crowe…”

“Why is she here?” She whispered to him before taking her shot.

Nyx sighed looking over to you. You looked completely in your element as Libertus began taking notes, “She just…needed a break. She needed a Crowe…”

“Ugh…are you shitting me? You’re gonna play that sappy crap on me…” Crowe smiled at him pouring two more shots.

“It’s the truth…” He smirked spinning the shot glass between his finger and thumb, “She was…ready to take that final plunge…I just happened to be there, like you were for me.”

“Damn…” Crowe looked over to her frowning a little, “You wouldn’t know by looking at her.”

“No, you wouldn’t. She puts everyone before herself and has mastered the art of faking a smile.” He sighed scratching the back of his head, “The way she studies, talks, acts…you’d think she was still going to be on the throne…she would have made a good queen.”

“She still can…” His head snapped to Crowe, a small teasing smile played across her lips before she spoke, “I heard there’s a prince in town trying make an offer. That’s why we have all the extra patrols right now.”

“Right…doubt she’ll take his offer though…” He took the shot as someone popped on a slow song, “He’s kind of an ass…”

“All princes are…” Crowe took her shot before looking at him, “You know that…”

“I don’t know…Prince Noctis is alright…so is his guard…” Nyx smiled a little bit, “Seems pretty laid back for someone training to run a country.”

“Yeah whatever you say…” Crowe nudged him, “Still didn’t really answer my question…well I guess you did…so a follow up question instead. When did you start liking your charge?”

“Crowe…” He groaned looking at the bar counter, “That is a dangerous line of questioning to go down…”

“But it is a question needing an answer.” She leaned her head close to his, “I’m not an idiot…and anyone here can see how you’re looking at her. No matter how much you both are trying to ignore it.”

“What do you want me to do? Walk over there and ask her to dance knowing nothing can come from it? Sure she’s cute and smart…but I didn’t bring her out here for me…” He hissed at her shaking his head, “She just wants a little peace…a little bit of normal…”

“Hm…” Crowe nodded a little before looking back to you slipping his coat off and carefully putting it on the back of your chair as everyone talked to you, “Well a normal girl…would want a normal guy to ask her to dance…”

He rolled his eyes as she hopped off her stool walking over to Libertus rubbing his back gently coaxing him to his feet. He watched his two closest friends walk out to the little dance floor and began swaying back and forth. Crowe glared at him nodding her head toward you.

He chewed on his bottom lip for a minute before pushing off the stool walking back over to you. He listened as you spoke to the rest of them, “So your tattoos are a symbol of rank?”

He looked over to Sonitus who pulled his arm out from under the table showing two tattooed bands on his forearm. One was decorative and the other thin, “Sometimes…a lot of people just get their family’s mark on them. Mine is a band on the arm that can be added to as we grow further in the family. I have one for when I came of age and then this one for when I joined the hunt.”

“But not every family is the same…you have bands on your arms, but none on your face…” You looked at Nyx reaching over tapping his left middle finger, “none on your hands…”

He felt his heart quicken a little at your touch, “No, there are a lot of families, it just has to mean something to you…what brought this topic on?”

“I just think they’re beautiful…the idea of it all…” You smiled a little, “They were telling me that every tattoo has a meaning. Pelna has one from his first successful hunt, and Miles has one from when his father past…It’s a unique way to hold onto memories and accomplishments.”

“Right…well tradition is really important to us, so is knowing where we came from.” He glanced down to your hand which rested just a fraction away from his. He would never admit it to anyone but holding your hand all the way here was not just to keep you close and safe…your small delicate hand felt good in his, “I’m sure you have your own that are similar.”

“Not really…” You shook your head, “Nothing quite as intimate I suppose…I wish we did actually.”

Nyx glanced over at the rest of the table who had gone back to their own conversations. He took a deep breath in looking back at you. You hand turned your head watching all the couples who had joined Libertus and Crowe.

Finally, he put his hand over yours getting your attention. He smiled a little nodding his head toward the dance floor, “Wanna dance?”

“I…well…I mean…” You pushed your hair behind your ear nervously.

He didn’t let you back out as he kept his hand on yours backing away from the table making you stand up. He drew you close to him whispering, “It’s not like ballroom dancing…”

“I noticed.” You nodded as he took your hands placing them around his neck before his rested on your sides.

“Relax…” He smiled at you as you both began to sway, “Remember…we’re just two people…two normal people…”

You swallowed looking up into his eyes. Astrals above, you had the most incredible eyes that he kept getting lost in from time to time, “Do you go dancing often?”

Nyx shook his head, “Nah…I’m usually to tired by this point of the night.”

“Do I tire you out?” Your one eyebrow raised slightly.

He chuckled shaking his head, “No, I just find it hard to sleep here still. All the noise and humming of machines…been here a year, but I still prefer sleeping near nature.”

“You’ll have to tell me about that someday…” He looked down as you stepped closer to him resting your head against his shoulder.

“I promise.” He whispered shutting his eyes resting his chin against the side of your head.

The both of you danced slowly for what seemed like eternity keeping each other company in world that had so many expectations. It was nice, calm, like a dream…pretending to be more than what they were and less then what everyone expected.

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hey, all you lovely people! full disclosure i talk a lot and i have thought about this character thoroughly when you look under that read more... oh boy... just a heads up. anywho... guess i’m the last here i see, well, that’s typical. I’m late to literally everything, although this time I do have a good excuse. i’d tell you what it is but you don’t really wanna read about me gettin’ it in all weekend and drew is my bro -like literally. we share blood. we came outta the same womb. 26 hours of labor. 19 minutes apart. our poor mother- so he def doesn’t wanna read about it and that is a swill of information about me before ya even know my name which says a lot, doesn’t it? inst-y-ways, I’m maddie and I’m Jewish, you’ll figure out why i’m putting that out there now. also hello again. i hope y’all are ready to get this party started, cause this is where it’s at! look below & hit that read more and I will tell you all about my baby girl, Eevee.

TW: DEATH, DEPRESSION, STALKER, MURDER, KIDNAPPING

★ ━ ( candice patton, cis-female, she/her ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is EVELYN LUCIA MASTERS. also known as EEVEE. Last I heard she was born on APRIL 7TH, 1988 in SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS, but she’s been livin’ in RICHMOND, for about EIGHT MONTHS. Word around the districts is, this doll, EEVEE can be VENGEFUL, SELF-RIGHTEOUS, & A KNOW-IT-ALL, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that she’s RESILIENT, CHARISMATIC, & ENERGETIC. I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that she works as an A-LIST ACTRESS & CO-OWNER OF EXCALIBUR COMICS. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: maddie, pst, 28, she/her )

Evelyn Lucia Masters.

the irony of her name is that it means “wished for child”

she was definitely not.

hence why she goes by...

Eevee.

Yes, like the Pokemon.

No, it’s not a stage name or a gimmick.

She legally changed her name.

It’s on her credit card. ( so are kittens! )

Born in San Antonio Texas.

Jewish, Bisexual & Very Proud.

Collette Rivers

Her mother.

One of the first and few Black, Soap Opera stars.

Had a wildly popular sitcom for a hot minute.

Career was on fire in the 80′s & 90′s.

Transitioned to clothing designer and eventually a reality tv real housewife when she couldn’t get jobs anymore.

Joseph Masters.

Her Father.

a former actor

was very well known for CSI.

was on broadway.

became a sought after director.

it’s a whole family in the biz, so of course...

@ two years of age, Eevee became an Actress™

baby diaper commercials with her mom.

then singing lessons.

then dance lessons.

then pageants.

more commercials.

a bit of child modeling.

more commercials.

reoccurring kid on sesame street.

then a reoccurring (but not staring) role on Gullah Gullah Island.

1998. She’s 10.

lands a role on Broadway opposite Leon Thomas III as Nala in The Lion King.

this is the jumping-off point of her career. where it really shot off

but ignoring that for a minute...

Eevee has 5 other siblings.

4 of them are alive.

when Eevee was 15 she’d just gotten season 1st ( and eventually only ) season of her Disney show renewed and she had a stalker. on her 16th birthday, the stalker snuck into her sweet 16, cornered her when she and her older, brother Elias were alone, stabbed Elias, and kidnapped Eevee. Elias was rushed to the hospital when they found him but died shortly after. They found Eevee, recovered her from the stalker unharmed, but when she asked about Elias... shortly after Eevee sunk deeper into her depression, and also suffered from survivors’ guilt and eventually had to stay in a mental hospital and was released a year later, a few days after her 17th birthday. being in the real world was hard for her and in a few weeks time, became legally emancipated from her parents because her father had taken control of monitoring her finances, her decisions, and became too controlling of her schedule and time out of his concern for her and her mother acted like none of it happened and expected Eevee to pick up where she left off and to get more jobs and keep working. It was an environment detrimental to her health and sanity so she had to get out of that and got her own place and moved away from her parents and unfortunately, her twin sister and younger brother.

Took a break from acting to finish high school.

had to have private tutors

excelled at the school aspect of her life.

had very few friends but she did have a girlfriend.

eventually, Eevee broke up with her

to seize her 5 minutes of fame she outted Eevee as a lesbian to TMZ.

It didn’t take long for Eevee to speak out.

At 17, in 2005, Eevee came out publically as Bisexual.

as a Black 17-year-old girl she was proud of herself.

but it did not go well for her in the media or in magazines.

didn’t help what little career she had left.

but she also kinda didn’t care

Became known for outspoken activism for LGBTQ+ youth.

Started her own charity and outreach program to finance and help struggling youth in the LGBTQ+ community by providing them with shelter, food, and treatment for health issues both mental and physical.

went to college...

Northwestern State University.

joined the Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority

double-majored in theater and business

got married to one of her best friends at one point to help him out with his financial situation.

graduated with degrees.

and real friends in and out of her sorority.

WORKED HER ASS OFF TO GET HER CAREER BACK ON TRACK.

it took a lot of hard work.

a lot of mediocre jobs.

a lot of auditions.

a lot of shmoozing & playing the long game.

she pulled every single string

cashed every single favor

ate a lot of shit.

including going to her mother whom she hadn’t spoken to in six years.

EVENTUALLY ROSE BACK TO THE A-LIST WITH A VENGENCE.

Several Independent Films.

Supporting roles in TV shows.

Supporting roles in a few movies.

Starring roles in a number of pilots that never got greenlit.

Starring roles in 2 tv shows.

one was canceled the first season.

the other had THREE SEASONS.

won an Emmy

Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series

landed a few ad campaigns

Eevee went back to Broadway a few times over the years.

Bring It On: The Musical

played Danielle

won a tony

Best Featured Actress in a Musical.

Newsies: The Musical

played Katherine.

dream come true.

Hadestown

played Eurydice.

nominated for a Tony.

The Lion King

played adult Nala.

life coming full circle.

Currently stars in her own Netflix show.

season 2 just finished filming which is why she has moved to Portland.

PERSONALITY:

very much a complete dork. loves video games, loves comic books, has a lot of memorabilia all through her house, it’s practically a dork museum, always telling puns. always joking. always been an adorable ray of sunshine. she really likes to be a light and enforce positivity for her friends and others.

talks far too much for her own good especially when she’s nervous.

very kind, generous, and loving, always willing to help a friend.

always willing to cook for someone as a way to comfort them. She’s a well-versed home chef and an excellent baker.

she’s in-between the vodka aunt and the mom friend. she’s the first to suggest doing shots and getting fucked up, but she’ll also make sure everyone’s okay and be responsible.

She’s that friend who if you fuck with one of her friends in any way she will go into protective mamma bear mode and straight-up end that person for you. if you need someone to back you up in a fight, literally, and have your back she is your girl.

she isn’t great at flirting or really being around anyone she finds attractive, she turns into a rambling, nonstop talking, pile of adorable.

up until the end of December last year, she was a virgin. She’s only ever slept with one person so she’s not really the sleep around kind of girl but respects those who do, you do you boo, but also please don’t mistake her for a relationship type girl either. she’s neither. she’s great at fooling around and hookups that usually stop before they get to the sex part. she’s actually just very awkward when it comes to intimacy and feelings and getting close to people in that way. It fucks with her anxiety so she just needs someone who can get her out of her head and that is very hard to find for her.

She’s a feminist and believes women should be there to support each other, but also is aware that feminism isn’t always equal and some women don’t include her as a woman to support because she is a woman of color and because she’s Black and will call someone out on their white feminist or anti-black bullshit.

she’s kind but is in no way a pushover. she’s very opinionated and steadfast and isn’t afraid to reason with someone and argue with them and stand up for herself.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

Friends: people who can put up with her non-stop chatter and find it endearing.

Fake Friends: people who are using her for fame, recognition and what her name can do for them.

Crushes: could be one-sided, could be both-sided, let’s talk about it.

Boxing Friendship: sparing partners, or someone who sees her at the boxing gym in her workout outfits that include but is not limited to color-coordinated custom gloves, that match both her outfit, her shoes, her gym bag and the giant cheerleading bow on the top of her high ponytail, but has never actually stuck around to see her box so don’t believe she can throw an actual punch because they can’t take that seriously, because she’s just a pretty little celebrity what can she actually do, but then one day end up in an argument with her and challenge her to a sparring match and to their surprise kicks their ass and they become sparring partners. I don’t know, clearly I haven’t given that plot much thought.

Step-family member: Eevee doesn’t have a relationship with her mom, but she is aware the woman got married to another woman who has kids when Eevee was 19 or so. She’s never met any of them. Never spoken to any of them. Never been invited to family functions. Knows full well they exist and they know full well she exists and they have actually hung out with other members of her family, just not her. So that sounds like awkward and traumatic fun for all involved right?? Bring the angst.

Fellow Actors: They could be real friends, could be fake friends, could have worked together, could just know of each other, could be a publicity friendship, dude, I don’t know.

Fans / Haters: like her work or don’t like her work???????????? I don’t know I’m just throwing stuff out there at this point.

I don’t know we’ll figure something out, I AM PUMPED AND EXCITED!!

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