#what are all these boops actually going towards? what is the goal of the boop

[r0semultiverse]

My tumblr update looks a little strange.

[spacedykez]

so you have clicked on my blog

[BANNER | PFP] 

greetings. welcome. this is the first step towards inevitable insanity. today you’re getting a rundown of what to expect from me. perhaps this shall gain me a few more vict- I MEAN, FOLLOWERS! yesyes lovely followers who i shall Not torment with angst nope not me!

hi, i’m crow! or one of several other names. my friends can call me Paci! my names + pronouns are here, and here’s a good reference on gendered terms.

you can find my boundaries HERE

first off, the obvious. yep that’s the aro flag, congrats you’re a winner. here’s the credit for that go use them they’re cool. i am a lovequeer, ambiamorous aroace. i mostly talk about the aro part, i don’t post much about being ace other than cool art and reblogs. i do tag things with #ace, #aro, and #aroace but most commonly i tag things with #aroposting.

now as you may have noticed, i am a mcyt blog. mostly. however given that i keep hyperfixating on one smp for a few months and then getting bored of it, i cannot give you a consistent list of who i post about. but what i Can give you is a list of smps/characters i have posted about in the past. there is a low but never zero chance i will randomly show interest in one of them again.

smps: empires (both s1 and s2), hermitcraft, origins, lifesteal (what’s that? go here), third life, double life, rats smp. I AM NOT A DSMP BLOG AND I DO NOT SUPPORT DREAM.

characters/ccs: branzy, clownpierce, planetlord, dl!pearl, almost all empires characters, flower husbands (ship), branzypierce (ship), hc!grian, hc!geminitay, e!geminitay, scott smajor (o!scott, e!scott, cc!scott), wilbur soot (o!wilbur, 100p!wilbur, mcc!wilbur, c!wilbur, cc!wilbur), soup group (mostly pearl & gem)

non-mcyt interests: lotr (lord of the rings), toh (the owl house), tma (the magnus archives), httyd (how to train your dragon), mineblr, space stuff, crows (yes the animal), and otters! in case That wasn’t obvious from my url.

and now, we haven’t even gotten to the reason most of my followers are here yet! so yes, that is correct, that would be my trademark angst! i write fanfiction about gay block people and collect my readers’ tears as payment. my pinned post before this was in fact my writing masterpost. 

important information includes: here’s my ao3 and here’s #paciFics, my writing tag. Just. Bask in the glory of that pun for a moment. Okay, alright, moving on.

FAQS: “can i make things based off your fics?” absolutely yes i WILL go feral. please feel free the only requirement is tag me because i want to see it! also i’ll link it below (unless you tell me not to) ↳ sun and moon (fic based on magic by moonlight!!!) by anonymous. ↳art for bleeding out in your arms tonight by @tis-i-beep-boop ↳art for magic by moonlight by @felicityphoenix5  ↳art for the devil is a gentleman by @jarojam

“do you like to make your readers suffer?”  yes. that’s my goal. cry, bitch.

“do you have a tagslist/can i be added?” yes, here, send me an ask.

Now of course, tags. Believe it or not there IS a method to the considerable amount of madness. Below are the tags you can expect to find me using most commonly. Just be glad I have a tagging system, actually, because I am not very organized.

#the otter splashes - previously #ramblings. original posts about anything and everything but mostly brainrot, writing, and mutuals.

#aroposting - any time i am posting/reblogging things about being aro. i won’t always tag art that i reblog with this though, and i definitely won’t tag ace-only stuff with it.

#paciFics - as mentioned, my fics/writing #sketches in the sand - tag for any of my own art i post

#pacific answers - the most boring ask tag ever ↳#nix tag - asks from my beloved mutual @felicityphoenix5 ↳#anon-der the sea - anon asks. cringe is dead. don’t mind the sobbing.  ↳ named anons - for reference. joobies my bestie-

#art - tag i use when reblogging art. mostly. haven’t been great at tagging it lately. but please consider reblogging to support artists. do i need to link the rant here.

#fics - other people’s works. reblog fics you fucking cowards (if you do reblog fics i love you /p). reblog fics just as much as art. got it?

HERE is my system of saving posts

#under the deep queue sea is fairly self explanatory. my queue tag.

#otter tag is my tag for otters, the animal! anything otter-related will go under this tag. please tag me in posts about otters! as you can tell by my name i love the little guys :D #pacific’s picrews is a categorization tag for any picrews i post. i just like the silly little guys ok. 

other notes: i tag things with #me irl quite frequently and when i’m tagging art i do tag people in it quite often but i don’t use full usernames. so my tags are just #wilbur, #pearl, #gem, etc. #scott #smajor gets two tags cause i can never decide which to use. i am also very bad at remembering to tag everything all the time. and the lifestealers dont even have tags WHOOPS

TWS: i’m not great about tagging tws, but i will tag graphic depictions of blood (both in my own fics and art that i reblog) as well as any very intense tws in my fics. and i do try my best to tag #suggestive. my tws are “#tw [thing]” nsfw text will also be tagged. and if there’s something else that i need to start tagging let me know i will do my best. also, i use caps a LOT. please be warned if that is something that bothers you.

so, the otterverse. what is it? read about it here, but TL;DR is that it’s basically my mutuals & several of my followers roleplaying in my askbox. if you see me talking about c!paci, c!otter, divorce anon,c!felix, divotter, or pacix, those are characters/ships (the first four are characters, the last two are ships). 

general tw for themes of unreality in the otterverse. i tag most things as unreality in addition to #the otterverse, so you can block one or both of those. also warnings for death, manipulation, guilt, body horror, and the apocalypse.

also, there are a LOT of named anons in the otterverse, most of which are Not on my named anons list. but i do have THIS!! it’s a list of every character in the otterverse :D

we’ve even got otterverse fanart!! c!otter, divorce anon, fight or flirt anon, panel featuring several events, s1 finale, wreck of the theater, c!felix s1 finale (SO COOL), crescent anon, divorce anon again, divorce anon design concepts, burning theater with c!felix, c!otter and stickynote (TW BLOOD & GORE), stickynote & friend :), stickynote above the fountain, stickynote and the radio. and theres more atp i just can’t be bothered to go look for the links. sorry.

i don’t really have a dni, but like. basic dni stuff. i’ll block you if i don’t like something on your blog (i’m really don’t block very many people though). like. just don’t be a jerk. be nice. we’ll probably be fine. that being said: terfs, ableists, homophobes, transphobes, anti-neopronouns, anti-endo/sysmed, FUCK OFF (i am a singlet and i never post anything about syscourse or systems but i Will block you. i don’t want you here). i will also block any nsfw/18+ blogs for the sole reason of I Can’t See Your Blog. it’s mostly just a precaution, sorry.

A List Of My Sideblogs:

@atlanticseaotter - my post limit blog @spirallusions​ - tma oc roleplay blog @takenbythemist​ - blog for things abt gender

other things to know (oh, mist, there’s MORE?! but you’ve already- shut. welcome to my blog i ramble on far longer than is needed)

the lifestealblr polycule official list

ATTENTION! the turtle run post is mandatory viewing. suffer. this art is also mandatory viewing. if you cannot hande either of these posts, i would advise you do not follow me (although there’s NO explicit nsfw, i am a minor)

if you compliment my fics i WILL dissolve into a screaming pile /pos. although please do feel welcome to send me asks about any of my fics at any time!

there is something wrong with me. it adds to my appeal. my motivation for literally everything is “because why not.” who’s gonna stop me?

tumblr is where random thoughts go. this means vents sometimes. i tag them with #vent post so you can blacklist them if you dont want to see those, and i also deal with rsd quite a lot, which i tag as well. you can blacklist #rsd and #vent post to avoid these. i am very good about tagging those.

[thewolfisawake]

Ceilidh for the love meme!

When they discover they’re got a crush: * insert birb-like cocking of head * How curious...how exciting. How...not like anything she read it to be. In a good way (she thinks). Just a sort of marvel at the feeling.

How they confess/hint: Ceilidh is the type to pen her confession with like the best paper she has made and written with the most immaculate calligraphy she can manage. Like a really aesthetically pleasing letter. And within the envelope that it comes in there are pressed flowers. One of what makes her think of the person and one that describes her feelings towards them. All in the flower language of course.

Big gestures of love: She actually is not about big gestures at all. Kinda the antithesis of her (even if her personality can sometimes be contrary to even that).

Little gestures of love: Leaving notes everywhere. Popping in on their love. Little boops. Has the notes of what her love likes (and her commentary on it). Dancing.

How to win their heart: Let her be the sidekick or traveling companion in your story.

How to break their heart: Trampling upon her dignity and her freedom.

Tiny little turn-ons: Playful spirit, thermodynamic equilibrium (the cold to her hot).

Big turn-ons: Dauntless belief, being a great dancer, a 'foreground sort of person.'

Things that make their heart flutter: Secret messages. Book recommendations with 'annotations' of their thoughts. Hand kisses. Honestly a lot of romantic cliches

Their type: Someone that is not her. Ceilidh honestly thinks someone that is opposite to her in most ways. A 'protagonist' sort of person. Someone strong and with their own conviction. But also have to be a least a little well-read.

Ideal date: Ceilidh would actually like a private little picnic with music, poetry and/or books.

Past relationships: No significant relationships (so far)

How they might affect current relationships: No chance at this moment

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): Despite not being a 'true' member of the gentry, she is still held to expectations like them. So she expects that she'll be married off one day and that she will have to have children. These don't bother her but also aren't a main appeal to her. A kinda weird goal for her is starting from them and going back as far as they can for the story of those that came before. Because to her, it's a long and roundabout history for her and her love.

Any other love headcanons: Ceilidh likes the notion of a lot of romantic cliches but often isn't able to pick up on those cliches in action. Or if she does, she kinda like lasers in on it which can ruin the moment or make it awkward. But she really just likes the effort and wants to see it through.

[absinthe-and-tea]

What would be the reaction of the Slashers reacting to the reader who gained a little weight? And that now she is trying to lose these extra weight.

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Slasher HCs || S/O Gains Weight Then Tries To Lose It

Jason Voorhees

He doesn't notice much. He mostly just stares at your face anyways.

If you're upset about gaining weight, he'll notice and reassure you that it's okay. You're beautiful no matter what.

When you start working out to lose the weight you gained, he offers to take you on walks or to jog around the camp. Though he has to be able to see you at all times.

He'll praise you for your hard work with headpats and gentle mask boops.

Michael Myers

He'll notice immediately and point it out. He's mean like that.

He'll start hiding any fattening foods or candy stashes from you.

He knows when you start working out to lose the weight. He's always watching so he knows everything.

Sometimes he'll dress in different attire and chase you around the house just to keep you active. And possibly give you a mini heart attack.

Harry Warden

He doesn't mind it at all. He enjoys the squish and how comfy you are to hold.

Though he won't hesitate to help you exercise or eat healthier if you ask. He'll even get you a gas mask and teach you the layout of the mines so you can walk or jog through them.

He prefers that you try to stay in his view as much as possible, but he'll let you go out to the gym if you prefer.

The Other

He notices after you start seeming down about it.

That being said, he already has a mini gym in his basement so that he can keep in shape so he'll let you down there if you want to work out.

He'll spot you and be your personal trainer if you ask. But he'll be strict with a routine and diet so be prepared.

Super proud of you when you meet your goal.

Vincent Sinclair

He actually prefers the little extra weight. To him it makes you look like the statues of the greek goddesses. His little Aphrodite.

He won't notice when you try losing the weight unless he sees you all sweaty but at first he'll think it's cause of the heat in his workshop.

If you ask him for help, he'll pout a bit but he will agree. Just tell him what he needs to do to help and he'll do it.

He's proud of how hard you work towards your goal.

Bo Sinclair

He'll notice pretty quick and make snide remarks in his normal asshole joking way, not really meaning anything by it.

If you start disappearing for hours at a time he'll start to think you're trying to leave and follow you.

Once he sees you're trying to lose the weight you had gained he'll actually pout a bit and wrap his arms around you, saying small apologies about his jokes and that he actually likes the extra weight.

He'll love you no matter what though. A little extra weight doesn't truly bother him.

Lester Sinclair

He doesn't notice. Absolutely oblivious. He's paying more attention to your beautiful face.

When he sees you working to lose weight he'll be confused but once you explain he'll encourage you.

He thinks a little extra weight is just more to love so he doesn't mind either way but he supports whatever you want to do.

He'll bring you drinks and meals while you work out to keep you energized and cheer you on.

Thomas Hewitt

He isn't skinny himself so he doesn't really see why it matters to you.

He'll bring you meals and drinks and help you with certain work out routines if you need help but he'll also be a massive distraction.

He'll get distracted by how beautiful you are and want to cuddle or kiss you. Good look going through with it.

Bubba Sawyer

Doesn't notice. Nor does he understand why you are doing extra around the house and outside so he'll offer to take work off you, confused when you decline.

After you explain the situation about gaining weight and trying to lose it, he'll look at himself and get a bit insecure.

Once you reassure him you love him how he is, he'll do the same but you'll work out an exercise plan together.

Will give you massages afterwards to help with the soreness.

Eddie Gluskin

He notices the moment the wedding dress seems a bit too tight on you.

He'll complain about resizing it a bunch. That is until he finds you exercising and working on losing the weight.

He'll be proud but he'll also be a bit upset at himself, thinking he hurt your feelings. He'll say sorry and say it's not actually a problem but if you want to continue, he'll assist.

He'll play a game of hide and seek with you where he chases you throughout the hospital as a exercise routine.

Be warned, if he catches you he will "punish" you for being too slow.

Solomon Goode

He notices but doesn't say anything. He admires you no matter what. You are gorgeous to him.

If he catches you doing extra work he'll get upset, worried you are going to get hurt. He wants you to leave the hard work for him.

Though if the extra weight truly is a bother and you are intent on losing it, he'll help you how he can but be very protective of you no matter what.

He'll make you nice meals to help you keep your energy and pamper you as he always does.

[khiladigames]

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[merryfortune]

Galactic Gal Pals

Written for YGO RARE PAIR WEEK 2022

Day 6: First Date | Galaxy | Princess Carrying

Title: Galactic Gal Pals

Ship: Marsbarshipping | Sorako/Romin

Series: Sevens

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,391

Tags: Inspired by Star Twinkle Pretty Cure, Interspecies Romance, Meet-Cute, Language Difference, First Kiss, Long Distance Relationship

   One day, Romin thought to herself, stars in her eyes as she looked up to the actual stars in the skies, both of gaseous orbs and of departed souls of rock and roll legends past, I’m going to be famous. Her head filled with the clouds and with music. She was going to play her music for all the world to listen to and totally jam out to. No, she was going to play for all the galaxy! It was going to be a party for every world there was, Romin was determined.

   Her heart pounded as she let herself fill with this dream. She inhaled the crisp scent of the night, the dewy grass and the faint pollution. It was quiet. Too quiet. When a glimmer caught her eye.

   “A shooting star!” she gasped.

   Romin felt her heart race. She just knew something special was about to happen. She watched the shooting star blaze its trail: pale in cyan, littered with yellow flecks. Flecks which were getting bigger. And bigger. They were practically embers or sparks now, and that blue… It had bit of a form to it-

   Romin felt her world literally collide with that of the “shooting star”’s. 

   Romin was knocked back off her feet as something hit her smack bang in the middle of her forehead. Her world had certainly been rocked as she fell back into the grass, only to shake herself off.

   “What the…?” Romin murmured, thoughts coming aloud but to little avail.

   She didn’t understand her either. The shooting star, that is. 

   Romin was looking at, well, she was fairly certain she was looking at a girl but she didn’t want to be presumptuous and say a human girl. Especially considering the past few minutes. She was a very pretty girl, however. Big, sparkling eyes of blue with glitter of yellow sprinkled in. Curly blonde hair. She wore an odd outfit, it looked like her hips were stuffed into the most cartoonish UFO possible and the rest of her clothes, grey and white and cylindrical, were inspired around that.

   She began to squawk at Romin but Romin didn’t get a word in. It was a flurry of beeping and booping. She sounded like a robot that was on low battery, possibly crossed with a parrot.

   Romin just took it all in, mystified. But this girl looked just right against the backdrop of the night skies and the like. Haloed by light pollution, illuminated by the starlight that peeked through the smog, she was an out of this world beauty. No doubt an alien and she pointed to outer space and said something that even Romin understood: That’s home!

   “You're from… up there?” Romin surmised. Her eyes were still wide and confused but her overall expression was getting better.

   She then pointed to Romin’s guitar which had almost been blown to the wayside in their collision. She jabbed her finger towards it, poking and prodding the air either aggressively or excitedly. Romin wasn’t sure but she picked up her guitar, angling it up slightly.

   “You wanna know more about my guitar?” Romin asked.

   “Beep, beep, beep!” she replied.

   “Awright, now you're speaking my language.” Romin replied.

   The girl sat on her knees, prim and proper, and Romin began to slam on her guitar. Playing for an alien was absolutely one hell of a step closer to her goal of playing for the entire galaxy. That wasn’t lost on her as her fingertips seared as she strummed out the cords, playing some tunes she had been tweaking for the band. This was totally going to make for some primo inspiration later - assuming anyone believes her, but how did that old song go?

   Just look at her, she was sixteen miles from home and no one was around. 

   It was just them and it was one of the best concerts that Romin felt she had ever played. It super helped that her crowd was super energetic. Even though their singing voices didn’t intertwine at all, too human and alien in difference, she was still trying to sing along with Romin as she belted out her lyrics.

   She cheered and whooped and hollered as Romin played, amping her up and making her go for that encore. Romin jumped to her feet, playing hard and fast on her guitar, whilst her alien girl rocked out, headbanging and waving her arms around. Little additions on her outfit, like gems, lit up in alternating patterns, flashing bright greens and reds to further enhance just how much fun they were having but all good things had to come to an end.

   Romin finished her setlist and she was exhausted but it was the best kind of exhausted that she had ever been. She felt sated on her songs from the very bottom of her soul. She was slick and sweaty but smiling through her panting breaths.  Her gaze settled fondly on the alien girl who beamed widely. 

   “My name is Kirishima Romin, from the band RoaRomin, you better not forget it, space cadet.” Romin introduced herself, feeling like a rockstar as she made a sharp gesture with her finger, the tip of which was ruddy and throbbing from her playing.

   The leaned in, cheeky and she kissed Romin’s fingertip better, surprising her, by kissing her boo-boo sweet and slow and surprising her again with another kiss. She lunged up and flung her arms out. She wrapped herself around Romin in a big bear hug, chest to chest, Romin’s guitar clunky between both their bodies as she swooped in for that second kiss.  This time on Romin’s cheek. Romin felt herself stiffen, her heart racing despite how leaden the rest of her body felt. She wasn’t quite expecting this alien to be her biggest and most affectionate fangirl. She was totally smitten not just with Romin’s music but Romin herself.

   Then, for good measure, the girl kissed Romin again. This time on the lips and Romin gasped as she felt the girl’s tongue. She had never imagined her first kiss to be so scandalous, she tasted the faintness of salt in what had to only be a few seconds long. But she liked it. She liked the sensation of her racing heart and making lip to lip contact. She could feel something click inside of her, a way of understanding, in a sense.

   On the escape, the need for oxygen too big, they recanted and Romin’s cosmic mystery girl finally introduced herself, “My name is Noodle Sorako…” she whispered as she kissed Romin again and Romin kissed back.

   She would definitely remember the name: Noodle Sorako. The name of the little space girl who fell out of the sky who loved her… and left her.

   Sorako put her hands together in apology and she cringed. “I’m sorry, beep-boop, but I’m not meant to fraternise with humans but we don’t have music on my planet so I was curious but we’ll see each other again, yes? Beep-boop?”

   Sorako spoke a million miles an hour, her cadence littered with her vocal tic and Romin was too astounded by the fact that she now understood Sorako’s language to really protest. At least until what she had said sunk in, and it did take a minute. 

   Romin was disappointed but not surprised by such a confession but she smiled, however bittersweet, “Yeah, of course we’ll see each other again. I’m the girl who's gonna play music for all the galaxy one day. Mark my words.”

   “I’ll look forward to it, beep-boop.” Sorako replied, giddy and grinning.

   And it was with that remark that Sorako took off again. Her skirt became her UFO, she ducked down into the material of it, it sealed around her and she was off like a pocket rocket and Romin watched her shooting star shoot again. It was more coincidence than not that they had collided at all, it could have been any musician in the world, really, but Romin’s heart was still certain as she gazed up into the night sky and watched that blazing trail of cyan and yellow. 

   She was going to see her shooting star girl, Sorako, again when she played her music on that grand, galactic stage. One day. She just needed to have faith as all wishes on shooting stars do eventually come true, after all.

[saurexhas]

Love is Blind - Part 1

So I’ve been hanging out with @studionovella​ and the team for @nightmare-castle​, and the sheer talent in their discord server is so amazing. It led me to be inspired, and while I’m typically more of a Sanscest writer, I figured that it’d be fun to try something new considering the source of my inspiration! So have some Nightmare x MC (Nightmare x Reader).

Be warned, this story handles blindness and... probably some other sensitive topics considering it’s me. So just watch the tags for any relevant triggers!

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You didn’t think that it was possible, but somehow you had fallen for Nightmare. On the surface he was cold, cruel, and calculating, using everyone he could to advance his goals. But if you could tolerate the coldness, get past his clinical treatment of those he believed were beneath him, then there was so much more to him. Nightmare was a scholar, a brilliant mind with a vision for a world all his own. He appreciated the arts, often enjoying his downtime with a good book and a calming cup of tea. And believe it or not, there was a small part of him that genuinely cared for the skeletons under his charge. You’ve seen that side of him more than most, managing to open even his eye to what was hidden beneath the centuries of anger and hatred.

Even if negativity was still a large part of who he was, you found yourself able to accept that darkness, because it only made the small lights within him shine brighter. Just like the stars the two of you were gazing at. Though as your gaze shifted to the skeleton currently dominating your thoughts, you found that piercing cyan eye of his locked onto you instead of the sky. If there was ever any doubt in your mind that your feelings were reciprocated, one look at his gaze would sweep it all away. There was a tenderness to him, reserved only for you as he would say. It was only in these moments where the two of you were alone that he would let his imposing demeanor slide.

Getting moments to yourselves was easier said than done though. Despite the sheer size of the castle, the others always seemed to be around. They knew how Nightmare favoured you, how he treated you special and wasn’t as harsh. You were pretty sure that they’d managed to piece everything together on their own, even if none of them ever said anything for fear of angering their king. That said, some of them, namely Killer, seemed to delight in getting in the way of your fleeting moments alone. And there was always no shortage of work to be done, not when your partner was as ambitious as he was. Nightmare aimed to create an empire, and you were doing what you could to further his goals. Even if all that work and Killer’s interference left you and Nightmare fleeing to other worlds in order to have some semblance of a relationship.

Outertale was a favourite destination of yours, the beauty of the cosmos always taking your breath away. It always seemed so far removed from the chaos of the multiverse, or the chaos of the castle.The peace and quiet out here made it perfect for when both you and your partner just needed a break. You could stand out here for hours, watching the subtle shifts in the sky or mapping constellations.

But for now, you were seemingly locked in a staring contest with the lord of darkness, neither willing to look away or break the silence that had fallen. Unsure of what to do, you simply reached out with your finger and booped the tip of his nose. The look of utter surprise on his face left you giggling, only for his own rich laughter to mingle with yours.

“You dare to lay a hand on the God of Negativity, hmm?” He teased, pulling you close with his tentacles before wrapping his arms around your waist. “You are either very brave or very foolish… maybe a bit of both. How shall I deal with your crime, my little moon?”

You couldn’t help but swoon a bit at the pet name he called you, grinning up at him like a fool as you took advantage of the close proximity to snuggle close. “I could swear my love to you, would that appease the great Nightmare?”

“Perhaps,” he chuckled, the distance closing between the two of you even further as he ducked his head down to be level with your own. Nightmare opened his mouth, perhaps to say something else or to move in for the kiss you were anticipating. Before either option could happen though, the dark skeleton froze for a split second. There wasn’t even time to ask what was wrong before you found yourself hefted into his arms, the two of you dodging a volley of bright blue arrows that had speared where you’d been moments ago.

Your heart hammered in your throat, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you tried to get a grip on what was happening. Nightmare still had you cradled to his chest, dodging arrows and… was that paint? Following the paint’s trajectory, you could see your partner’s enemies had managed to crash your little date.

The Star Sanses stood on the other end of the floating chunk of rock you were on, the portal they’d used to arrive closing behind them. Blue was just coming through the portal, his gaster blaster hammer in his grip. Dream had another arrow ready to fire, though he hesitated upon seeing you staring back at him. Ink on the other hand wasted no time in splattering more of his paints everywhere, a tentacle raising to block you from the oncoming attack. The paint hissed and fizzled on contact, a growl leaving Nightmare as he jumped to another nearby rock to escape the barrage.

“Night, are you okay?!” You look up to see him trying to hide his pain, showing you that those paints are far more than something to be smeared on a piece of paper. While you’d heard stories from the others about the chaotic creator, you’d never met him in person or seen him fight. Seeing that paint flying towards you was way scarier than the guys’ stories had led you to believe.

“I’ll be fine,” Nightmare insisted as he set you down, even if you knew that attack hurt. “Look, you need to remain here where you’ll be safe. I don’t care what kind of training you’ve been partaking in with the others; I refuse to let you endanger yourself by fighting them. Ink especially is dangerous, keep away from him at all costs. If you cannot dodge his attacks, make sure to shield your face. His paint can burn like acid if he wishes, and while liquid negativity protects my body, you have no such defenses. Give me your word that you will remain safe while I deal with these pests.”

As much as you wanted to argue that you could help, even you couldn’t muster the confidence to speak against him with such a stern glare directed at you. It was clear that Nightmare wouldn’t take no for an answer on this one, so you had no choice but to nod your head meekly. “I-I’ll stay here,” you promised, glancing up to see him seemingly satisfied. Without another word, he rushed off, preventing Blue from getting any closer with his large hammer.

Watching Nightmare take on all three of the Star Sanses by himself was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, much like the first times you’d joined sparring sessions with the guys. But there wasn’t the assurance in the back of your mind that nobody would be out to kill you. While it might not be the goals of all of the Stars, there was very much mortal danger in this fight for both you and the one you loved. Staying on the sidelines like this was painful, leaving you feeling useless as Nightmare struggled to hold off the onslaught.

Were they not essentially your enemies, you’d be impressed by the coordination and teamwork the Stars possessed. All three of them were capable of both melee and ranged attacks, and wordlessly organized themselves so that one of their own was never in danger of being hit by their own attacks. Dream’s precision with his arrows allowed him to stay primarily a ranged fighter, while Blue’s blasters and Ink’s attacks were a bit too widespread to risk while one of them fought in close combat. Nightmare was the only one without a specific ranged attack, which probably explained why the others rarely got close to attack. Your lover’s tentacles gave him reach though, and the ability to hit multiple targets at once, so he was somehow able to hold his own against all three.

The battle looked to be a stalemate… until one of the Stars suddenly switched tactics. While Blue rushed in with a hammer and bones at his side, Ink actually turned his back on the fight. He seemed a little lost, like he was trying to remember something, only for his eyes to light up as he locked gazes with you. Instant panic seized you as the one skeleton that Nightmare warned you about came straight for you, manic glee plastered over his face as he quickly crossed the distance between the two of you. A glance back at the battle proved that Nightmare had seen what was going on, but Blue was keeping him from coming to your aid. So it was up to you to think fast and avoid the creator, hope bubbling in you that this might actually make things easier. If you could keep Ink busy by dodging his attacks, then Nightmare might be able to take on the remaining two with better success before coming after Ink.

With this admittedly crazy plan in your head, you began a game of cat and mouse with Ink, jumping from one place to the next. If you didn’t have a splash-happy maniac chasing you, it would’ve been cool to enjoy the low gravity of Outertale. For now though, it was all that was allowing you to escape most of the attacks directed at you. You were far from unscathed though, small splashes of paint eating away at your arms and legs. It burned, but was nothing you couldn’t deal with as you continued to dodge and weave the bulk of the attacks. So long as none of it touched your face, you would be fine.

Glancing back at the main battle going on, your hopes of Nightmare doing better against two targets instead of three were steadily being crushed. He seemed distracted, constantly looking up to watch you kite Ink around the area. Instead of focusing on the two he had to deal with, he was so worried about you and Ink that he was now losing. It wouldn’t be so bad if he was facing off against Ink and Blue, because there was little the two could do beyond superficial damage. Dream on the other hand was still very much a threat, his arrows of pure positivity being about the only thing that could seriously hurt. And you could see several piercing the ground, coated in the black negativity that Nightmare relied on for protection. It was a surefire way to see when he’d been hit, and the staggering amount of these soiled arrows made it clear that your partner wasn’t holding his own anymore. Guilt welled up in you, because you were the reason he was now losing this fight. While there wasn’t much you could honestly do to shake Ink from your trail, reason did little to quell the negativity rising inside you. All you could hope for was that your own despair could give Nightmare just a bit more power, enough to keep himself safe at least.

As time dragged on, both you and Nightmare were running out of stamina. Your legs cried for rest as you continued to run away from the creator, while your lover’s movements were growing noticeably sluggish. More arrows seemed to connect than not at this point, and he had barely any time to recover from one attack before dealing with another. The two of you were badly losing, and it was quite clear now why Nightmare rarely let anyone from the castle venture out on their own.

The Stars seemed to sense this sudden weakness in their target, Dream finally stopping his barrage to call out to the one going after you. “Ink! Stop playing around, I need your help!” Help? What help could Ink possibly be? Even his corrosive paints couldn’t breach the surface of Nightmare’s negativity, the only thing that could was Dream’s… oh… oh no.

As the realization hit you, Ink finally gave up his pursuit. “Woo! Looks like my plan actually worked… at least I think this was my plan. Whatever, let’s do this!” Laughing at some untold joke, Ink hopped away from you to return to the large rock that most of the battle had been on. At the same moment though, you felt your legs moving as the horrific reality of their plan hit you. Ink purposefully went after you to distract Nightmare, allowing the others to weaken him enough so that their special attack would hit. The creator might not be able to damage the surface, but if Dream’s arrow ripped through first, then there’d be a narrow window where Nightmare’s greatest defense would be gone. In a single spot he’d be vulnerable, which is why they needed to slow him down enough to ensure their hit would work.

You weren’t going to let that happen. Promise be damned, your soul was screaming at you to protect the one you loved, and you were going to heed its call. The ache in your legs went completely ignored, adrenaline pushing you forward with more speed than you thought you could muster. You needed to be faster though; Ink was already there, and Blue had set about corralling Nightmare to keep him still.

Only a few floating chunks of rock were between you and your beloved now, but you still weren’t fast enough. Panic rose once again as you watched Dream draw back his bowstring, the arrow glimmering faintly in the surrounding darkness. Ink stood ready beside him, the paint coating his brush a dangerous shade of red. That same paint had left such horrible burns along your limbs, and you could only imagine the damage it might do to the weakened god of negativity. With Blue running interference and drawing Nightmare’s attention, it was only a matter of time now.

As your feet touched down on the large space rock, several feet from everyone else, you knew that you were out of time. Nightmare was too absorbed in his fight to hear your warning calls, and it would only alert the two and likely cause them to reset before trying again. This attack would only work once though, because once Nightmare knew of their plan, he wouldn’t let it work a second time. That meant that you had one chance to stop them, especially when you saw that Dream was aiming towards his twin’s soul.

Courage and determination welled within your soul, driving you forward despite the risk you were running straight into. Any number of things could go seriously wrong, but… you couldn’t risk them killing him. Nightmare was the bane of the multiverse to many, but he was everything to you. Gritting your teeth, you timed your steps so that you’d only enter Dream’s field of vision after he fired, preventing them from stopping you and trying again. The second he saw you, the god of positivity’s expression changed from one of grim determination to one of shock and horror, his hand reaching out as if he could stop his attack or stop you. His hesitance once again wasn’t present in Ink, the creator wasting no time in flinging the red paint directly after the arrow.

With mere seconds to spare, your outstretched hands made contact with the cool goop that covered Nightmare’s body. All of your momentum and might went into a push, knocking the deity away from the incoming attack. Your lover turned back to look at you the second you made contact, his eye conveying the same shock and horror as Dream’s had when he saw you. All you could do was smile, knowing that you’d managed to save him no matter what danger you’d put yourself in. Nightmare reached out for you just as the arrow whizzed past, its trajectory leaving it slicing past your eyes. Pain bloomed as the minor cuts scratched the outsides of your eyes, but it was nothing compared to what came next. You’d been so concerned about the arrow that you temporarily forgot about Ink. His attack followed as per the Stars’ plan, splattering over the both of you with its acidic effect. The scratches to your eyes had left you temporarily blind, so you weren’t able to see that red paint as it splashed all over your face. The last thing you saw was instead Nightmare, reaching out to you as if to save you from this pain.

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[kookieswan]

Amaranth Part III – Hyacinth

Apprentice!Jungkook x Royal!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: A lot of fuckery this time around, Humor, Jungkook being cute.

Summary: Driving through aimless roads in a packed car with 4 idiots (said lovingly) can be both fun and absolutely exhausting... More so when a specter seems to be trailing behind.   

Note: The third part is here, I’m so sorry it took so long! I had a lot of fun writing this one and fleshing out the characters a bit more. It serves to set us up to meet scary mage Yoongi in the next part!

Part III of the Amaranth Series! Masterlist Here!

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“So Jungkook, what are your intentions with my delicate little petal? I’m still not sure why she even wants you to come with?” Jimin knows fully why, but this is more fun for him. Jungkook’s staring deadpan at him, while he stands tall to block the car, more than entertained by the entire the situation. You had texted JK to warn of the situation to come, but nothing could ever really prepare a person for Jimin’s “sweetness”. He can be scary when he wants to be.

 “Uh, to be her bestie for the restie and go on a dank ass road trip with her.” After stopping by to visit him a few days back after the meeting, he’d been more excited at the aspect of getting to travel with you and completely ignoring your actual missions. Not that you minded, getting to spend time with him was the end goal after all. Anything else would just be a bonus considering putting all of your money on a single mage is a rather insane mission. Jimin’s face is blank, not processing a huge majority of what he just said.

“Everyone in the car. I’ll be driving for the duration of this trip because I don’t trust any of you and frankly, I never will.” Namjoon calls out to you from the car, honking a few times, with Taehyung already in the backseat staring into Jimin’s head. With a little huff, the fairy grabs Jungkook and shoves him toward the front seat and gently pushes you into the car. Taehyung scoots over from his spot at the window, and you settle between your two guardians comfortably.

 “Why am I in the front? I want to sit next to my pretty princess!” If Jungkook has a penchant for anything, it’s being endearingly whinny… and for making you blush from time to time. Namjoon completely ignores him, pulling away from the castle and onto one of the main roads. Unsurprisingly, your uncle had decided to not come and see you off. At this rate, you’re not sure if you’ll ever see the man again except for at public events. It’s like he’s turned into a shadow, blending in with the walls.

 “Because her Highness needs to stay hidden for now, undercover, which TaeTae and I can do easily. The only thing you’re good at hiding is your intelligence Jungkook.” Your friend lets out a loud gasp, whipping his head to stare back at you all. Your shrug a little and giggle while Jungkook balls up a napkin from the front, chucks it in the back, and promptly hits Taehyung instead of Jimin. Tae blinks a few times before he spits out a stream of water, looking like a damn fountain, hitting Jungkook square in the face. He flails, punching Namjoon in the back of the head and causing the car to swerve a bit.

 “Whatever, you’re like 90 and your husband is a fish!” It’s Jimin’s turn to gasp as you sputter out a laugh, a hand coming up to his heart, although you can see the upturn to his lips as you glace at him. He lives for teasing, and Jungkook has always been an easy target. Taehyung’s already checked out, gazing out the window again, completely unbothered by Jungkook’s words as Jimin leans forward to smack him upside the head. Your advisors signature groan resonates through the care, causing you to all quiet.

“Children please! I’m trying to concentrate and not swerve us off the road… as much as I really want to right now…” The last part is muttered quietly, Jungkook huffing with his arms crossed as Tae turns to boop Jimin on the nose fondly. If you didn’t know their ages, you’d swear they were lovesick 16-year-olds. It’s quiet for a while then, Namjoon’s soft music flowing out of the radio quietly as you zoom down the highway. It’s not long before you’re making for the outskirts of Florette, the sight of the forests and fields ahead growing more and more clear.

 There isn’t much around, mostly just trees that break into the occasional field that seems to run on for miles. You’ve always loved it out here, the endlessness, the ability to just go on forever, it seemed almost comforting. Maybe it’s because it isn’t set in stone, something that your life has always been. Maybe you could convince the rest of the group to stop sometime to wander… The sun filters through and hits your skin, and you sit back and bask in it quietly for a while, nearly drifting off. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you see something. A shadow maybe? One of a figure, it flashes quickly, a man with milky eyes and a grim smile. Blinking, you try to understand it as Jungkook calls out to you.

 “Princess! I made a mixtape for the road! Man, I can’t believe I forgot about it…” Jungkook leans back in his seat and pokes your thigh a few times to get your attention. Sliding your eyes over to him, you give him a smile as he smiles back tenderly. You completely ignore it for now, knowing that you shouldn’t. He whips out the CD out from behind his back, wiggling it around in your face before turning back forward to face the front. He slips it into the disc reader as Namjoon protest, the music cranking through the speakers boisterously. He starts singing along horribly, purposefully going off pitch and rowdy. You know he’s joking around because his actual singing voice is beautiful, you’d swear he was a siren if he didn’t already prove himself to be a good mage.

 “Could you be quiet you brat?” You barely hear Namjoon shout over the music and choose to pretend not to hear him. Jimin is shaking next to you, laughing at Namjoon’s dismay. Taehyung seems to be sleeping, although you do see his eye crack open to observe the commotion after poking at him a few times. He swats at your hand, but you keep at it, grabbing his hand and Jimin’s hand and swinging them around. As stoic as Taehyung is, he usually puts up with whatever antics you come up with. Even if you’re annoying as hell.

 “No, I don’t think I will Joonie” The next song starts, and you cackle obnoxiously at the choice, knowing Namjoon’s probably going to burst a few blood vessels over the more than explicit song. You sing along this time, just as loud as Kookie. His choices for this mixtape are golden. If looks could kill Namjoon would have already buried the two of your six feet under, eyes burning whole into your head through the mirror. Jungkook finally turns down the music after the song ends, but Jimin decides to choose violence.

“Could your order Namjoon to feed us petal? Hmmm, I’m feeling a bit ravenous.” He leans of and whispers to you, eyes shining brightly with the hope of food in mind. Jimin makes a very good point, you hadn’t eaten since that morning and have already been on the road for what seems like forever. Being squished into a car with four other people can do that. Leaning in a bit, you rest your head next to Joonie’s shoulder as he keeps his eyes straight forward. There’s another flash, another shadow in the front window, but you ignore it again. No one else seems to see it, so neither will you.

“I order you to feed us! I want a burger and some fries. Maybe even a milkshake. We can see if there’s any headlines about me being unladylike next week from me inhaling it all.” Namjoon’s eyebrows raise a little, as if trying to entertain your thought. He looks out both windows, and then at you through the mirror, dead in the eye. Even if he’s trying to act all serious, there’s a hint of mischief dancing deep within his brown orbs, shades of lavender swirling through them freely.

 “Yes, let me just stop at the little fast-food joint in the middle of the woods and ask the squirrels to make us some burgers. We’ll make it to the next little town soon, we just have an hour or so left, and I’ll cook us something up.” You pout and cringe simultaneously, knowing that it’ll take a while, but not thinking Namjoon’s cooking will be worth the wait. You love him, dearly, more than anything… but he’s a shit cook. There’s a sublet whispering of “no, no, no…” from the front of the car and you agree wholeheartedly. Jimin huffs, crossing his hands over his chest, wings flexing behind his back.

“I’ve never wished for death more so than I currently have…” Tae pats Jimin’s thigh a few times, trying to comfort his poor husband. It looks like you’ll all be suffering no matter what, there wouldn’t be any winners. Maybe you and Jungkook could sneak out later and go get a bite to eat from a local pub. Your phone pings and you glace down to read the texts.

 Kookie: ‘I’d rather die than eat joons food’

Princess: ‘Wouldn’t we all. He’s trying his best though JK.’

Kookie: ‘yeah his best at trying to murder us lmao. you think he’d listen to you if you ordered him to just end us all?’

“I order you to swerve off the road so we can avoid suffering from your food.” Joon scoffs, hand finally leaving the wheel to come back and smack your knee. You grin in victory, happy to get even a bit of a rise out of your usually passive advisor. The only other person that seems to even come close to riling him up like you is JK, who usually just ends up pissing him off.

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually listen to everything you say, Highness.” Glowering teasingly, you cross your hands over your chest and look away. Honestly, you like it that way though. You like that he fights you, doesn’t always agree with you. When people blindly follow your word all the time, it can get super boring. Namjoon’s been walking down paths headfirst since you were both young, always doing his best to point out the best one for you to follow. You’re brought back from your thoughts as Tae leans forward, whispering directly into Namjoon’s ear.

“Are we there yet?” Namjoon responds with a resounding “NO” immediately. The biggest and loudest sigh you’ve ever heard come out of Taehyung leaves his lips, head flopping back to stare at the ceiling of the car. You feel for him, you really do. Your ass has never been this numb, and you kind of need to piss. You get another text from Jungkook and secretly try to respond to him.

 Kookie: ‘are we there yet pretty?’

Princess: ‘No Kook’

Kookie: ‘now?’

Princess: ‘No you loser.’

 “We’ll be there soon love. Be nice to grandpa Namjoon, he’s a little slow these days.” Namjoon has always drove like an old man. Sometimes acts like an old man. Could pass for a grandpa no problem if he wasn’t so pretty. Jimin leans over your body to kiss Taehyung a few times, on the cheek, the forehead, and you pretend to be grossed out even through you’re totally endeared by the whole thing. Their love is special, something you strive for even though it’ll never happen.

It hasn’t happened yet, but you’re sure you’ll be married off. It’s never been talked about, but with things taking the run they are, if they continue to go this way, who knows what’ll happen in the long run. Maybe you could ask Jungkook to run away… Have a pretty garden, live far away… Anything to get you out of this hellscape of responsibilities.

“I thought we established that you’re ninety? And I’m the old one?” Namjoon cuts back in, a tone of sass in his voice. Jungkook cheers loudly, egging him on as Joon smiles brightly over his shoulder at you as Jungkook pats his shoulder rapidly. You snicker in return, glad to see him in a silly mood. Glancing out the front window over his head, you see that you’re approaching a small town on the outskirts of the forest, the sun setting in the distance. It’s surrounded by fields and fields of flowers, and you’re more than ready to explore. The thoughts of the man come back though, and you’re unsure if you want to know who he is and why he’s trying to reach out for you.

“Alright, we’ll be there soon you miscreants. Please stop harassing me and I’ll get you your damn burgers.”

[mochegato]

Capturing a Dream

Chapter 11 – That Keeps Out the Danger

Chapter 1     Chapter 10

“How are we supposed to eat?  We’re going to starve.  You’re leaving us to starve.  To wither away into nothingness.”  Wally collapsed dramatically onto the kitchen island.

“Oh my God, drama queen.  You don’t even live here.  Go home and eat.”  Chimera threw a kitchen towel in his face.  He grabbed the towel as it hit him and fell back off of the barstool in an exaggerated drop, crying out as he fell.

“Yeah, Wally.  You don’t even go here,” Robin grinned reaching to grab the cupcake left unguarded on his plate.  He grumbled when Wally was able to get back up, get onto the barstool, and swipe it back again before he could take a bite.  Chimera giggled at the reference until Robin turned his mischievous grin on her.  Her giggles quickly quieted and her expression turned apprehensive.  “And we don’t want to interrupt Chi’s date.”

Chimera rolled her eyes.  Robin and Wally had been teasing her relentlessly since they found out she was going to be out of the Cave for the weekend and wouldn’t give them any details.  They made the completely logical leap to claiming it was a date with Roy.  She honestly wasn’t sure if it was intended to annoy her or Conner more, or more likely both.  She was positive Robin’s ultimate goal in life was to antagonize every member of the Team and the Justice League with one comment, like the annoying, teenage menace he was.  Honestly, she liked seeing it; a glimpse of normalcy in his life.  But, that didn’t mean she appreciated it when it was turned on her.

“Yeah, you sure you won’t tell us where you two are going?” Wally teased, his words obscured by the bite of cupcake still in his mouth. “Roy won’t tell us anything.”

Chimera gave him a flat look.  “Roy’s in India this week.”

“Ah, so that’s where you’re going.  Guess portals have their advantages,” Wally snickered, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“Funny how she knew exactly what his plans were for this weekend, don’t you think, Conner,” Robin commented in exaggerated innocence, laying his arm on Conner’s shoulder.

Chimera’s mouth dropped, scandalized by the accusation. “You’re the one that told me.”

“I have no recollection of that conversation…” he answered seriously.  He looked at the floor and shook his head, his hand stroking his chin in thought. “Actually, I do.”  The grin he shot her was nothing short of terrifying. He leaned across the island to get in her face.  “You asked me where Roy was going to be.  You were very insistent,” he grinned, pushing into her face.

“I hate you.  And if I had to ask you, that means I didn’t ask him, dork,” she pointed out, shoving Robin’s head away.  

“Hey!” He cried out.  “My hair!”  He automatically reached up to fix his hair.

Chimera raised an eyebrow at him, a feral grin spreading across her face.  “Oh no. No, no, no.  Chi…” he warned, moving off the chair and backing slowly away from her. Once he got to the door, he took off running at full speed.  Conner and Wally watched as Robin jumped the railing to drop down to the floor below. Chimera raced after him, jumping the railing with just as much grace as Robin.  They could just hear their footsteps as they ran and accidentally collided with different objects.  

“Really hope they don’t accidentally destroy anything,” Conner observed casually, swiping his own cupcake and taking a bite, “…again.”  He smiled at the sound of Chimera and Robin’s laughter echoing off the walls.

“If they do, it won’t be accidental,” Wally noted as he stuffed his fourth cupcake in his mouth, glaring at Conner for taking one of the cupcakes Chimera had made for everyone.  He turned sharply back toward where the two had run off to when they heard a loud yelp and even louder cackle.  He shook his head and leaned back, waiting for Robin’s walk of shame back into the kitchen.  He never outraced Chimera.  She always caught him.  He wasn’t sure why Robin even tried instead of just accepting his fate.

It only took a minute for Robin to slope back into the room and slouch back into his chair, pouting the entire way.  He tried to subtly fix his now extremely ruffled hair. Chimera was only a few steps behind him, trying incredibly unsuccessfully to hold in her giggles.  

“I hope your date sucks,” Robin grumbled into the floor.

“Not a date,” she singsonged and booped him on the nose.

“Hope Roy feels that way too,” Wally smirked, but his eyes were on Conner with an amused gleam at his scowl.  Conner took a deep cleansing breath.  He knew they were just teasing, but he really didn’t appreciate the joke.  

Chimera pulled at Robin’s hoodie pocket, looking in it with a furrowed brow.  “What are you doing?” Robin demanded, slapping her hands away.

“I’m looking for the brain call you two share. Someone has to have it,” she shrugged. “I figured it was your turn with it today.”  

“I have it today, thank you very much!” Wally objected around the mouthful of his fifth cupcake.

Chimera stared at him blankly for a few seconds. Robin rolled his eyes and slumped against the island.  “Idiot.”

Chimera shook her head.  “I can’t believe they’re letting you guys go out unchaperoned,” she muttered

Robin scoffed.  “I’m from Gotham.  And I do this,” he motioned around them.  “I can take care of myself.”

“I’m from Gotham,” Chimera mocked him in a poor imitation of his voice.  “Being from Gotham doesn’t automatically give you better judgement than people from other places.”

Robin glowered at her, but before he could retort she continued in a softer tone.  “I know you can take care of yourself and you’re responsible… on missions.  But this isn’t a mission and you’re a kid. You should get to be one, which means making stupid decisions that adults try to talk you out of and they,” she motioned toward Wally and Conner, “don’t count.  They’re more childish than you.”

“Hey,” Wally objected again.  He narrowed his eyes at her.  “Roy’s never going to kiss you if you keep being so mean.”

Chimera rolled her eyes.  “I’m meeting my best friends.”

“Wow, already introducing him to the family. You and Roy are really moving quickly,” Robin quipped.

Chimera groaned and looked to the ceiling for patience. “You are such a little dick.”

Robin froze momentarily.  Conner looked down to hide his grin, but there was no hiding his chuckles.  Wally, however, was laughing so hard he was bent over holding his stomach, his body shaking with laughter so violently, he almost fell off his chair.  Chimera gave him a concerned look, but Robin glared at him. After a few minutes of unbroken laughter, he finally tamed his laughter enough to pat Robin on the head and gasp out, “You really are… such a little Dick.”  Robin lunged for him but he sped out of his reach before he could make contact.

Conner shook his head and focused back on Chimera.  “Can you say where you guys are going?  Or will that compromise your identity?”

Chimera cocked her head to the side in thought before quickly shaking her head.  “I don’t think so.  We’re going to Metropolis.  My best friend wants a tour of the Daily Planet… and to try to meet Clark Kent or Lois Lane.”

Wally perked up.  “You don’t say.”

Chimera grimaced.  “Yeah.  She’s a huge fan of them.  She desperately wants to meet them.”

The boys started laughing at her.  Robin finally spoke up with a devilish grin. “You know, you could make that happen.”

Chimera threw her arms out in defeat.  “I know!  But not without compromising my identity.  And even if I could, how would that even work?  Hey Supes, totally unrelated to me or my identity in any way, could you meet with this person I absolutely do not know on a very personal level for many years? Ugh.  This is going to be awkward as hell.  I’m going to be on his home turf… where he works… his territory.  I’m going to have to pretend I don’t know him and didn’t go all Electro on him.”

Conner smiled at her catastrophizing.  “He likes you.  You remember that, right?  And at the time, he was the bad guy so, if anything, you went all Storm on him.”  He chuckled at the deadpan look she gave him. “If it makes you feel better, he’s off-world today and tomorrow.”

Chimera perked up with a hopeful grin. “Really?”  Conner nodded.  She bounced on her toes in excitement.  

The action was so adorable on her Conner couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up.  “Yes,” he reassured her.

Her smile suddenly turned into a wary look. “Are you sure?  How do you know?”

Conner moved closer and rested his hands on her shoulders.  “I talked to him.  We’re trying to make time to hang out so we can get closer.  So incredibly awkward but… anyway.  He said he couldn’t do anything this weekend because he’ll be off-world.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile and moved under his arms to give him a hug.  She lessened the pressure and rested her head on his chest, keeping her arms around him. He returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around her as well.  “I’m glad to hear that.  Not the he’s not here part, the he’s trying part… well, actually, both parts.  I’m not going to lie.  I’m really happy he won’t be there when I am.  But I’m sad you guys can’t hang out this weekend.”

Conner smiled into her hair.  “It’s okay.  There’ll be other weekends.  At least I know he isn’t trying to avoid me this time.  It just means we get to have a boy’s weekend instead.”  His expression turned concerned and he pulled back just enough to try to look her in the eyes.  “Are you sure you’re going to be okay though?  Last time you hung out with your friends it… you didn’t exactly come home happy.”

She smiled up at him.  “Yeah.  I’ll be fine. I’m excited.  It’s going to be a lot of fun.”  She gave him an extra squeeze before starting to pull away.  “I won’t be in P… home,” she quickly corrected herself, “this time, so it should be good.”

Conner pulled her back into a tight hug.  “Okay, well… if you need us, I’m only one call away… or you know just show up wherever we are,” he whispered.

She craned her neck so she could rest her chin on his chest and look at him with a smile.  “Portals have their advantages.”  

“You two are disgusting!  Get a room,” Wally groaned dramatically.  He threw the towel Chimera had thrown at him earlier back at her. Chimera squeaked and jumped away from Conner, while Conner caught it before it could reach her.  “You’re going to make Roy jealous if you keep it up.”  Conner sent Wally a vicious glare that Wally completely ignored.

“Right.  On that note…”  She reached down for her bag but rolled her eyes at Robin when she saw he’d already grabbed it.  “I’m stronger than you.  You know that, right?”

“Yeah, don’t care,” Robin shrugged.  “Wouldn’t want to disappoint Agent A with bad manners.”

She snorted and shook her head.  “Sounds incredibly sexist, but whatever.  Unless you’re planning on doing the same for them,” she motioned to Conner and Wally.  Robin furrowed his brow at her, but kept his grip on her bag.  “Then it isn’t manners, it’s sexism.”

He narrowed his eyes at her.  “I’m going to tell A you said that.”

“Go ahead, I’ll own it,” she shrugged.  “And he’ll agree with me.”  She turned toward Wally and Conner with a small wave.  “Okay, you guys have fun.  Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Conner scoffed.  “That doesn’t narrow it down much.”  He grinned at her when she let out an offended scoff.

“Don’t worry, we won’t accidentally destroy anything. Can you say the same?” Wally grinned.

“I don’t destroy everything I touch,” she groused, “just almost everything,” she muttered the last bit to the floor with a frown.  She quickly recovered and looked back up at him with an exaggerated smile.  “But, with the three of you going out unsupervised, I highly doubt something isn’t going to end up destroyed intentionally.”  She narrowed her eyes challengingly at Wally.  “In fact, I bet my trip is less destructive than yours.”  

Wally sat up and grinned back at her.  “Oh, you’re on.  Two dozen cupcakes every day for a week if I win.  My choice of flavors.”  

“And no eating any food I make for a week if I win,” she smirked back at him.

“You know, there’s more than just you two in on this bet,” Conner reminded them.

“Oh?  And what is it you want from Chimera when we win?” Robin asked with a devious smirk.

Conner glared darkly at him, but his cheeks turned a bright red.  “I get to choose what we watch for a week.”

Chimera groaned and dropped her head.  “Nooooo.”

“Backing out?” he grinned, raising a challenging eyebrow and moving closer to tower over her.

“Never,” she scoffed.  “Just trying to imagine a full week of exclusively Conner-chosen programming.”  She pretended to shudder.  “The horror.”

He grinned down at her and took a step closer again until he was almost chest to chest with her.  “Better not lose then.”

Chimera matched his grin and straightened up. “Oh I don’t intend to.  There’s no way you guys will be able to stop yourselves from getting involved in any and every drama you walk in on.  By the way, getting into a fight counts, even if you don’t destroy any property.”

The moment was broken when Robin spoke up. “I want chocolate macarons.”

Chimera shook her head and gave a sweet smile to Conner as she made her way to the door.  She bumped Robin’s shoulder as she passed him.  “Dream on, Bird Boy.”

Wally watched her leave the room with Robin and turned to Conner.  “Whatever happens this weekend, we absolutely cannot allow anything to get destroyed because of us.  Agreed?”

Conner nodded.  “Agreed.”

Robin watched Chimera closely as they walked. She was quieter than usual. Normally she’d still be trash talking with him about the bet.  She was extremely competitive and her personality flourished when there was a challenge.  But now, she had a carefully crafted neutral expression on her face that he would have absolutely bought if he didn’t know her better.  “You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

She smiled at him.  A fake smile that he didn’t buy for a second.  “Of course.  You just heard me tell Conner, it’ll be fine.”  She looked back forward quickly.

“Are you upset about us teasing you about Roy?”

She huffed out a laugh.  “No.  It’s fine. Honestly, less teasing than my friends back home would do.  I’m tough. I can take it.”

Robin looked back toward the kitchen.  “I don’t know that Conner feels the same way,” he said carefully.

Chimera eyed him suspiciously.  “Robin…”  She pursed her lips and took a breath.  “Then maybe you should stop doing it around him.”

“Maybe you should put him out of his misery, and yours,” Robin snapped back a bit harsher than he meant.

“Robin, you know I can’t,” she shook her head and looked down.

“I just want to… you two just seem so… are you sure?” he tried again.

“Robin…” she repeated, but her voice was considerably sadder this time.  She pursed her lips and looked back forlornly toward where Conner and Wally were waiting for Robin.  She let out a deep sigh that became a boom sound and expanded her fingers out, miming an explosion.  “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Does it really matter if you’re officially together or not when things like that,” he motioned toward the kitchen, “happen so often?  You guys are… you’re perfect for each other.  You make each other happy.  I can’t believe you’re not meant to be together.”

“Yes, it does,” she answered sharply.  “It matters.  That’s what I’ve learned.  That’s what the universe taught me.”

He took a deep breath to prepare himself for this. He’d been working on what to say for a few weeks.  Just the right way to phrase it so it hit right, so she thought it was a matter of helping him, not herself.  Because that was her weakness, if you could call it that; protecting the people she loved, whatever the cost to her.  “I just… the result of being a hero can’t be to be miserable.  I need to believe that you can still be happy, that I can be happy, but between you and Batman...”

“Of course you can be happy,” she jumped in instantly, just as Robin had been hoping she would.  “You and Zatanna are happy now.  And even if that doesn’t last, you know you still can be.  And Batman…” she grimaced unsure how to sell a happy Batman.  “Wally! He and Artemis are adorable.”

“Oh come on.  Wally’s going to mess that up, you know him,” Robin scoffed.

Chimera rolled her eyes.  “And Artemis will knock him back into shape.  You know her. No, I think they’re in it for the long haul.  ‘Til death do them part.”

Robin shook his head.  He needed to focus it back to her and him.  “I need to know that someone like you gets to be happy too, or what’s the point?  We’re constantly in terrible situations.  We constantly see miserable things.  That’s a part of our lives… but we can still be happy… right?”  He was laying it on thick.  He knew he was laying it on thick and he knew that if anyone else was doing this other than him, Chimera would have picked up on it all of two seconds into the conversation.  But he needed to get to her, to make her stop and think.  And if that meant manipulating her into it, he’d do it… again.  But she was like a sister to him. She was family.  And when it’s family, it isn’t manipulating, it’s meddling.  And meddling is okay.  Meddling is the way family show they love each other.  

“Being in terrible situations doesn’t mean your personal life has to be too.  But, it’s different for me, Robin.  Things… things get destroyed when I fall in love; buildings, monuments, countries, moons, planets…  The universe made sure I understood my lesson well.  But you!”  She gave him a bright smile and set her hands on his shoulders.  “You have a heart so big.  It could....”

Robin gaped at her.  “You know he was just teasing right?” he interrupted before she could finish her sentence.  “About you destroying stuff everywhere you go.  Chi, you… you don’t… Chi, that isn’t anywhere near the truth.  Terrible things happened, but that isn’t your fault. That’s the situations you were forced into.  It isn’t you!”

Chimera nodded at him and gave him an utterly unconvincing smile.  “Yeah. I know.”  She gave him a quick hug and pulled away almost as quickly.  “You guys have fun, okay?  And if you need anything, just give me a call, okay?” She ruffled his hair again before punching her destination into the Zeta tube interface.  “I’ll get notified even if I’m not transformed.”

“Chi,” Robin started again, but she was already standing in the Zeta tube platform.  There wasn’t enough time to finish that conversation, so instead he answered with, “yeah, okay.  I will.” He continued to stare at the Zeta tube for a few seconds before making his way back to the kitchen.

“Did you tell her?” Conner asked as soon as Robin made it back to the kitchen.

Robin shook his head, still looking back toward the Zeta tube.  Conner nodded at his response.  “That’s probably for the best.  She'd freak out if she knew.  She’d be looking over her shoulder the entire time.”

“Yeah, what are the odds we'd run into them anyway?” Wally grinned.  “Now come on! We need to get going too.  We just need to make sure we go to the Metropolis entrance she didn’t use.”

“Right,” Conner nodded and started walking to the Zeta tubes.  “You got our bags, right Robin?”

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“And just twenty minutes ago, I was so happy Superman isn’t in town this weekend,” Marinette sighed and banged her head against the wall she was leaning against.

“He’s what!” Alya whisper yelled.  Adrien and Nino shushed her while Chloe scoffed at her. “Go ahead and announce our presence, why don’t you?”  Nino put his hand on Alya’s shoulder to keep her from pouncing on Chloe.

Marinette tried to tune them out as she assessed the scene in front of her.  There were at least three figures on their floor, but there had been at least four more that had taken any people they saw back down to the toy store’s main floor with the rest of the hostages and she spotted a different three coming up as the others were going down.  That was ten, but they had no way to know how many were in the store.  The marionette looking villains were holding everyone they caught in an area that was out of their line of sight.  

“Don’t know if the Bat is covering for him, but he is off-world.  We are likely on our own,” Marinette whispered distractedly.  “Trixx, can you peek at the main area and see how many captors you see and estimate how many victims there are.”  Trixx nodded in understanding and phased through the floor.

“Oh well that’s just brilliant, isn’t it,” Chloe groused.  “This was your idea, Agreste.  I wanted to go to a spa, but noooo.  We had to visit the giant toy store.  ‘It’ll be such a fun end to the visit,’” she groused in a poor imitation of his voice.  “And now we’re in the middle of yet another attack, without magic protection.  And there’s no miracle cure for this.  If anything happens, just know, I blame you.”

“You’re welcome to hide, you know,” Adrien pointed out quietly.

“No, I’m going to help.  I’m just going to complain the entire time,” Chloe groused again.

“So, no different than usual,” Nino nodded, keeping his eyes on the situation in front of him.

Chloe glared at him, but before she could retort Trixx popped back up.  “I counted nine doll-looking guys downstairs, Guardian.  And at least twenty-five people being held by them,” Trixx reported quietly.  

Marinette nodded, silently processing all the information she had.  “Got a plan?” Adrien asked barely above a whisper, keeping his eyes on the main aisle.

Marinette ignored him, running scenarios through her head.  “They’re moving strangely.  Their movements are stunted.  Either they’re not human or someone else is controlling them.”

“Or both,” Adrien added quietly.

“Or both,” Marinette agreed.  “What do you think the odds are that they are… like robotic marionettes?”

Nino nodded along with her train of thought. “I’d say high.  They all walk too oddly to be human and there’s too many to each be remote controlled, so robot seems most likely.”

Marinette gave a single nod.  Her face morphed into a determined look, ready to go into battle. “We can use that against them.”

“Suit up?” Alya asked.  

Marinette’s body tensed at the thought.  Finally after a few seconds, she took a deep breath and let it out.  “Not unless necessary.  There’s an awful lot of cameras around here and I don’t have extra miraculous for you guys. We’re going to have to figure out a way to lure some away from the main group without the others noticing anything. Chloe, think you can work something out?”  She stared at the stairway as she spoke.  

“Can I get someone’s complete attention and manipulate them into doing what I want?  Are you seriously asking me that?” she scoffed.

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Well then get on it.  It would help if we could find something to fight with.”

Alya cleared her throat lightly.  “Anyone feel like channeling Harley Quinn?” she asked with a smirk, twirling a bat in her hands.  

“Yes!” Adrien whisper yelled.  

“Fine, but I’m not dying my hair though or doing the pigtails,” Chloe grunted.

<><><><><> 

Marinette had always had an appreciation for stuffed cats.  She’d had one on her bed for years before she became Ladybug and after she did, she had an affinity for Chat Noir themed stuffies.  She still had one on her bed in the Cave.  But she can honestly say she has never been as thankful for them as she was right now.

She rolled off the large stuffed cat she had landed on when she tackled the marionette doll, causing both of them to fall over the railing.  Her smartest move?  No. But it was trying to drag an unconscious Chloe away.  She had to stop it and maybe she had some anger issues lately resulting from violently repressing any slightly negative emotions for years, a fact which she was not willing to admit to anyone else currently.

“I’m counting that for me as a save,” Adrien whisper yelled down to her.

“It’s pink,” she called back.  She raised her hand as she spoke, narrowing her eyes toward Adrien.  She grabbed the bat Nino threw to her in one seeming effortless motion without taking her eyes off of Adrien.  She used the momentum from the catch to smoothly swing the bat back up, connecting to the marionette robot’s head.  She didn’t knock it completely off, but she managed to sever enough wires and connections in the neck to make it collapse on the floor. “… that makes it count as mine,” she finished.

“Bullshit,” Adrien pouted.

Marinette smirked at him quickly before her face turned serious.  “How many are left?”

“I think they’re all gone, at least the ones in here,” a voice answered.

Marinette’s head snapped to the familiar voice. “Con… can I assume you took care of a few of them as well?” she winced internally at the extremely awkward transition to cover her gap.

“We got four of them,” Robin confirmed, coming up next to Conner.  Conner kept his focus on Marinette.  There was something incredibly familiar in her eyes, but he couldn’t place it, but whatever it was, he was having a hard time looking away.

Marinette nodded.  “We got six, I think.”  She turned up toward the second level.  “That sound right?”

Nino nodded.  “We each got one and that one makes two for you.”

Marinette nodded in understanding and started reviewing what she knew.  “That’s ten. There were at least twelve.  Are you sure…”

“That’s only five,” Wally interrupted her looking from her friends to her.

Marinette looked back up to her friends and realized the confusion.  “No, we have another friend.  She got knocked out.”

“Where?” Adrien asked.

Marinette gave him a confused look.  “There?”

“What?” Nino asked, coming up next to him.

“There.  It knocked her out right before I tackled it.  That’s why I did it.  She was right next to where I went over,” Marinette explained slowly.

“She’s not up here, M,” Alya said.

“Son of a…” Adrien growled, taking off to look for her. The rest followed suit, running down different aisles to find Chloe.  Marinette ran up the stairs two at a time to help look.  

“Who are we looking for?”  Wally asked.  “I mean what does she look like?”

“Blonde, blue eyes, yellow shirt, pissed off scowl,” Marinette answered over her shoulders, feeling completely confident he would use his powers to search for her.  Her suspicion was confirmed when she felt two rushes of air at her side. She strained her ears and was just barely able to hear him tell Robin that he didn’t find anyone like that. She mentally cursed and started trying to figure out a plan before she even reached the top of the stairs.  

“I didn’t find her,” Adrien announced, walking back toward them.  

“Me either,” Alya and Nino chorused coming from their sections of the store.

“Damn it.  Are you sure there aren’t any more of those robot things in here?” Marinette asked the Team.

Wally nodded.  “We’re positive.”

Marinette nodded and started moving toward the far wall. “Did any of you see an exit up here?”

“Yeah, over there,” Wally motioned toward a back corner.

“You think she was taken?” Conner asked.

Marinette nodded moving quickly toward the exit. “She got knocked out.  Even if she’d woken up, she’d be too weak to leave on her own, especially without notifying one of us.  She knows the protocols.”

“You guys have protocols for going after villains?” Robin asked skeptically.

Alya scoffed at him.  “You don’t?”

Robin blinked at her a few times.  “I’m from Gotham, of course I have protocols for it.”

“You guys should stay and talk to the police. We’ll look for your friend,” Wally promised, giving the other Team members a look of understanding.  Conner and Robin nodded in agreement.

“We’ll go with you,” Marinette stated with finality.

“No, we got it,” Conner stated in the same tone.

She cocked an eyebrow at him.  “Okay, we’ll go separate.”  She shrugged at him.  She turned back to Nino and Alya.  “Can you listen to the police gossip and do some research, see if you can figure out who might be behind it and let us know along with anything else you find.”

“Will do, L… Dudette,” Nino stuttered.  He grimaced internally at the almost slip up.  “We’ll talk to the police while you go get our girl.”

With her attention on Nino, she missed the Team slipping out the door, though Adrien watched them with a curious look. Marinette turned to Adrien.  “You don’t have to come with us… if you’d rather stay with Alya and Nino.”

Adrien shook his head and gave her a supportive smile. “I’m with you, ‘til the end of the line.”

Marinette gave him a flat look.  “You realize the guy that said that almost died, got his mind wiped and turned into a super assassin, killed Tony Stark’s parents, and tried to kill the person he said it to.  Maybe not the bar to go for.”

Adrien shrugged and let out a noncommittal grunt. “Worked out in the end.  I have complete faith in you.  I always have.”  He gave her a meaningful look.  She gave him a guilty look that he couldn’t allow to continue.  “You want to tell me about…” he motioned to the door where the Team had escaped through, changing the focus of the conversation away from their past and onto her present.

Marinette held her finger up for him to wait and typed out a text she didn’t send.  ‘I’m not allowed to say.’  His eyes widened and he motioned toward the door with his head.  He mouthed ‘really?’  She nodded in confirmation.

“What the hell… Are you sure this is a good idea?” Adrien gave her a dubious look.

She smiled at him.  “I’m not sure, but I’m not going to not get Chloe.  Can you imagine the fallout from that?  Leaving her rescue to someone else?”

Adrien grimaced.  “Valid.”

“And I really want to.  I mean I’m,” she motioned to herself, “and they’re,” she motioned toward the door they had gone through.  “I’ve never gotten to… they’ve never… I don’t know if this will happen again.”

Adrien nodded and gave her an understanding look. “Yeah, I get that.  Okay.  Let’s do this.”

She gave him a wide excited grin, and started bouncing on her toes.  “Yay!” She focused back on her phone and started tapping rapidly.

“You got her?” he asked coming up next to her to look at her screen.

“Just a second.”  She tapped her screen a few more times.  “Got her,” she said tilting her phone to show Adrien.  

Adrien nodded and pulled his phone out.  He pulled up his messaging app and followed her example, typing a text he didn’t send.  ‘You let Batman know?’

Marinette smiled and nodded as she typed a response. ‘Already sent him her phone’s info and who’s looking for her… as civilians.  Wish was a video call.  Know he would have smirked.’

They pushed through the exit, almost running into the Team, who were talking in hushed tones.  Robin tucked his phone in his back pocket.

“I told you before, we got this,” Conner insisted. “The way you took care of that robot before was impressive, but this is likely to get a lot more dangerous.  We can handle it.”

Marinette cocked her head to the side, opening her eyes wide in exaggerated innocence.  “Thank you, but… then it’s dangerous for you too, isn’t it?”  She looked at Robin and Wally and back to him. “I mean we’re all in the same boat here, right?  Experience wise?”  She ignored the coughing fit Adrien faked to cover up his laughter.

Robin spoke up, “I’m from Gotham.  We’re used to villains kidnapping people.  We know how to handle it.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow and shared a look with Marinette.  “And we’re from Paris,” he intoned.  “It was a lifestyle for a few years there.”

Marinette quirked her lip to the side in an amused smirk at the boys’ confused stares.  “Look, it’s our friend who got kidnapped and it’s our drama you’ve walked in on. We’re going.  If you guys are so insistent on getting involved with our drama, we won’t stop you.”  Robin opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get it out, Marinette continued.  “So Gotham, try to keep up, because we’re able to track her,” she held up her phone which showed a map with a dot moving on it.  “…so unless you have a bloodhound in that hoodie pocket, we’re leading the way.” She ruffled his hair as she passed him to get to the stairs.  Was she being a terrible older sister?  No. She was being an amazing older sister, pushing all his buttons.  Isn’t that how all families showed love?  And the best part was he didn’t know to get her back for it.  Free harassment.  What kind of sister would she be if she passed that up?

Robin glared at her and Conner didn’t look much happier, likely upset because it meant they wouldn’t get to use their superpowers, but still followed her down the stairs.  She was right.  They had no way to track their friend without their help.  They would just have to hold off on the superpowers until they got closer and hope they could break off to where the two couldn’t see them rescuing their friend.  Wally however, was grimacing as he brought up the end of the line behind Adrien on the stairs, thinking about the cupcakes he was about to lose.  Maybe if they didn’t cause too much more damage, they could still win.  

“This isn’t the first time we’ve had to rescue Chloe from a villain’s hench… thing.  I swear if I had a nickel for every time she’s gotten kidnapped… I’d only have like fifteen or twenty nickels but still it’s strange that it’s happened that many times.”  Marinette looked back over her shoulder with a smirk, like she was in on a private joke.

Adrien set his mouth and pursed his lips.  He refused to laugh at her comment, no matter how badly he wanted to.  He looked between the guy behind him and the two ahead of him with an overly bright smile. “Hi, I’m Adrien.  If we’re working together, we should probably know each other’s names.”

“Wally,” Wally offered with a chuckle.  Unlike Adrien, he had no issue laughing at her comment.

“Robin,” Robin stated diplomatically, still trying to figure out if her comment was correct.  He’d been the victim of kidnapping attempts multiple times both as Dick and Robin, but he didn’t know why her friend would have been so often.

Conner continued to stare at Marinette mutely, trying to figure her out better.  If he stared long enough, maybe he could place where he’d seen her beautiful eyes before.  Marinette gave him a bright, warm smile.  “Oh,” Marinette paused and turned to look back at them as they all got onto the ground with a bright, warm smile, “Marinette.  My name is Marinette.”

Conner looked away.  Marinette thought she saw his cheeks darken slightly when their eyes met, but that could have easily been the taillights from the car that just parked near them.  “Conner,” he grumbled.

Marinette nodded at him, giving him a sweet smile. “It is really nice to meet you,” she said earnestly, looking at the other Team members, “all of you.”  She took a beat to look at them without a mask and nodded.  “Okay, let’s get going then, before Chloe breaks a nail and we have to hear about it for the next six months,”

“Or you know, someone dies,” Conner argued, following her down the road.

Adrien shook his head behind him.  “I don’t think we have to worry about that.  She won’t kill anyone.”

“Probably… unless they mess with her hair,” Marinette added.

“Most likely,” Adrien agreed with a nod.

Robin gave Wally a confused, questioning look as they followed behind.  Wally returned the look.  Who the hell were these people?

Chapter 12

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mascot mysteries

a/n: me posting something that isn’t at like midnight? wow. anyway i thought this was a super cute idea so i hope you all enjoy it :)  this is also a gender neutral reader! and this is a covid-free AU

Pairing: Nolan Patrick x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

warnings: a few couple words, a little bit of anxious movements, Gritty (if that needs to be a warning)

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you don’t like that, please don’t read! also the gif isn’t mine! all credit to the incredible gif-maker!

tagging: @barzypatty​

You walked into the Wells Fargo Center, admiring the arena. This was your dream job ever since college. Honestly you couldn’t believe you got it. You pull out your phone with the emailed instructions of where to go. You look for the “hallway next to the washroom” only to discover there are three different hallways that have signs directing to the washrooms. 

Well fuck. 

“Are you good there?” You look to your left to see two guys, likely players based on their attire. One was taller, with longer hair and a small smile. The other one was shorter but looked more rambunctious. It looked like there were in a little bit of a rush, but you were really lost. 

“I’m actually kind of lost. I’m looking for conference room B8? But the instructions I have are really vague, so I have, like, no idea where I’m going,” you admitted, folding into yourself a little bit.

“That’s on our way! Come with us, we’ll show you where it is,” the shorter one said, motioning you over to where the two of them had stopped. “So, you’ve never been here?”

“It’s actually my first day on the job, so, um no. I haven’t been here before either, I, uh, grew up in Canada,” You cursed yourself. This was your first impression with the organization and you couldn’t even make a conversation without the stammering.

“Cool! Me and Patty are from Canada too! Shit, sorry, I’m TK and that’s Patty,” He said, motioning to the taller guy beside him. “And don’t worry about getting lost, Pats here got lost on his first day too,”

“Good to know I’m not the only one whose bad with directions,” you directed your comment to Patty, making brief eye contact with him. A rosy blush brushed his cheeks and you caught a mumbled “yeah”

“What do you do….?” Patty prompted, his voice quiet, but somehow you still heard it. He couldn’t deny you were pretty. 

“Oh, sorry, I’m Y/N. And I’m in media? I don’t know my exact title, but working for one of the best marketed media teams was too good for me to, uh, turn down so…” You said, slightly talking in front of TK so you could answer Patty’s question.

“Oh cool! Maybe you’ll get to meet Gritty, he’s the fun residence troublemaker,” Travis popped in.

“I thought that was your job Teeks,” which earned a jab from TK into Patty, who just snickered. 

“Travis, bud!” The three of you stopped to see someone else motioning for TK, who jogged over to the other man. 

“C’mon, the conference room isn’t too much further, I’ll walk you there,” Patty said, already making some steps forward. After a small comfortable silence, he stopped in front of two double doors. “So, uh, this is it. Good luck on your first day,” 

“Oh! Thanks. And, um, thanks for showing me where it was,” You tugged down on your jacket. “I guess I’ll just….” you motioned behind you to the doors.

“Oh right, yeah, I’ll, uh, let you go,” You gave a small wave and turned towards the conference doors and he turned back to go where he came from, only to turn around after a few steps. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You took a few steps back towards him.

“You’re in media, yeah? So you might be at games or maybe even practices?” He scratched the back of his neck, slightly mumbling towards the end.

“Uh, yeah maybe. I’m not too sure where they’ll put me just yet but I like being in the action. I know that might seem weird ‘cause I’m sorta shy and quiet but..” You wrung your hands together. 

“No, no, I get it. It’s like being a different person, when you’re behind the camera or something. You get to be someone else and it’s nice. I get like that on the ice sometimes. I can make the big hits and stuff and no one treats it like it’s different from being quiet outside the game,”

“Yeah, like a different person. That’s exactly it,” You met his eyes again. Holy shit, why is he so gorgeous?

“Y/N Y/L/N?” A head popped out from behind the conference room doors. “We’re ready for you,” 

“Great, thank you,” You turned back to Patty. “That’s, uh, that’s me, but I’ll hopefully see you around, Patty?” 

“I’d like that a lot. And uh, you can call me Nolan,” The blush came back to his cheeks but you could barely notice over the heat in your own cheeks. 

“Bye Nolan.” You gave him one last smile before entering the conference room and closing the door, slowing entering the room. Once you came into sight, the people around the table jumped up. 

“Ah! There they are! Our new Gritty!”

***

After that first encounter, you seemed to bump into Nolan more. Before work, sometimes after work. You would make casual conversation, both mumbling, but you just got each other. And it didn’t take too long for him to muster up the courage to ask you on a date. While you were slightly hesitant, he was quick to assure you that “I may have asked G to ask management if it’d be okay with our jobs and, uh, everything’s fine, so…?” which earned him a kiss on the cheek and a yes. 

The problem was your job. You loved being a mascot. Seriously, you did. You were hooked after that first varsity game you went to in college. The energy of the crowd, interacting with the players and fans, the anonymity. The anonymity was the issue. Behind the costume, no one knew it was shy ol’ you. You could do anything and no one would tell you that you were being too rowdy or obnoxious. No one expected anything out of you except fun. It was perfect. And being Philadelphia’s beloved mascot/political figure was the dream. Telling Nolan risked the anonymity of the job. But to not tell Nolan was becoming an issue. He understood you had to work during game days, but it was becoming increasingly difficult not to see you with the other better halves in the stands, especially since you worked here. There was no reason for you not to be there. Every other teammate of his got to see someone they loved in their jersey but he didn’t. 

When he brings this up, all timid, you are so quick to make a compromise. Before every home game, you’d meet in the tunnel for a good luck handshake. It might seem ridiculous but he got to physically see you before each game and it was a fun, quirky ritual. 

“It’s like a different person right? You get in your zone and I’ll get in mine,” You told him. He responded with a kiss. 

But you were running out of excuses why you were late either before your handshake or after his game, where you would also meet him in the tunnel. You had used the “I caught up with work” at least four times, “I saw a coworker who wanted to talk” a few times, and even resorted to “I got lost” once. You could see it was throwing him off a little. He was still playing perfectly fine, but it didn’t have that same “umph” he sometimes brought to the ice. 

It was the home game against the Penguins when he finally snapped. That’s how you knew it was bad. Gritty was asked to do the fun pre-show, and you hadn’t had time to change to see Nolan before the game. He threw more hits, had more aggression, and more than the normal Pennsylvania rivalry. You couldn’t help but think that part of it was because you didn’t show up before the game. He’d even gotten in a fight with Tanev early in the second period. 

So, during the intermission between the second and third, you asked your team to lead you down to the tunnel and grab Nolan out of the dressing room. The Flyers were up 3-0 so you didn’t think it’s be a huge issue with Coach. 

He quietly exited the room, confused on why he got pulled out. A member of your team just gestured to you in your costume, which did little to clear up his confusion. You held your hand up in a fist for a fist bump, the first move in your handshake. When he still gave that bewildered look, you softly grabbed his gloved hand and pushed it against yours. When you lifted your hand up for a high five, he still needed some prompting. But when the down low high five came, you started to see the gears in his head turning. He gave a small chuckle and slowly worked through your handshake, ending with a pinky promise and a kiss to your respective thumbs. When you’ve finished, he just gives you that small side smile and shakes his head, with a chuckle. 

You can hear the boys getting hyped up in the dressing room, and then the buzzer goes, so you break away from Nolan, but stay in the tunnel. As the boys single-file pass you, you give them each a boop on the head, with some extra love given to Nolan. 

That third period, Nolan seems to have his “umph” back. An assist and a goal, and he celebrated both by glancing up to you, celebrating as per usual with the fans, especially after his goal. 

After the game, you go and have your own shower, all sweaty after the 5-0 Pennsylvania battle. You took your time, knowing you’d have to have a semi-serious conversation with Nolan. But when you join him in the tunnel, he’s all smiles. He wraps you in a hug, spinning you around, before setting you on the ground and nuzzling into your neck. You run your fingers through his own freshly washed hair. The two of you stand there for a bit before he mumbles into your neck, barely audible. 

“Like another person, eh?” You smiled and tucked your head into his chest. 

“Oh shut up, I don’t even know if you’re allowed to know.” A hearty laugh escaped him.

“Secret’s safe with me, babe,” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head as you started to make your way out of the arena. “Fuckin’ Gritty, I can’t believe it. I thought you were ignoring me,”

“I’m sorry, Nols. It’s just a lot to take in. Didn’t want to scare you off,”

“Well, I’m sticking around if that’s alright with you.” You looked up at him, and his cheeks started to redden, and not just from the game.

“Yeah. That’s alright with me,” You leaned into the crook of his shoulder, glad you didn’t have to hide any part of yourself from Nolan anymore. 

Bonus: “Did you ever actually punch a kid?”

“Oh my gosh, I’m not answering that,”

“It’s a valid question babe! I’m not going to stop you, I just wanna know,”

feel free to let me know what you think! thanks for reading

[writerofthecourt]

the secretary

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x reader

summary: you arrive at your husband’s workplace to deliver the papers he needs for a very important presentation. unfortunately, the only thing standing between you and this goal is his secretary

warning: slight time skip spoilers

a/n: this is such a cliché, but it doesn’t mean that i love it any less. is kuroo actually so high up there in position that he gets his own secretary? who knows, but i hope you guys enjoy

EDIT: reupload (tumblr, please stop deleting me from the tags)

The building in front of you stood tall and menacingly, its shining windows indicative of the building’s well-kept and professional status. Men and women dressed in suits could be seen walking around the lobby, with some hurrying to and from various cramped elevators, all in an effort to make it to their next meetings. You were beginning to think that you were a bit underdressed with your large hoodie and sweatpants…

Your attention was soon redirected when you felt the baby strapped against your chest wiggle in excitement at all the new and foreign sights around him. Tatsuya was only fourteen months old, but he was smart enough to recognize that the setting around him was not the usual park or grocery store that you would take him to, so all of this could only mean one thing: a new adventure!

“Tatsuya,” you giggled at your son’s endless wiggling, “please behave, all right? We just need to deliver papa’s papers, and then we can go home and watch your cartoons.”

“Papa?” your son asked, his eyes lighting up at the very mention of his father.

You nodded and smiled at your son’s enthusiasm. On some days, you would playfully complain to your husband that Tatsuya loved him more than he loved you. Your son was already a carbon copy of Kuroo, with their similarly dark ebony hair and golden eyes. Even dressed in his current red onesie, Tatsuya looked reminiscent of your husband in his old volleyball jersey. The only trait that Tatsuya didn’t inherit from his scheming father was the latter’s wild bedhead. You just hoped that your next child would look more like you.

“Yeah, we get to see papa today,” you gestured to your purse, which held the folder containing the papers Kuroo needed for his presentation that afternoon, “your papa forgot his papers, so we’re going to go deliver them to him.”

You nearly had a heart attack earlier in the morning when you saw the inconspicuous folder sitting on the dining room table as you were cleaning the house. Kuroo had been so busy working on this presentation for the past few weeks that he’d often skip food and sleep in order to have it finished. When he didn’t answer your phone call after the fifth time, you took it upon yourself to deliver his papers to him in person.

“Papa!” Tatsuya exclaimed in further excitement at the prospect of seeing his father.

You just chuckled as you made your way to the front doors of the Japan Volleyball Association. The security guard stationed at the front desk shot you a raised eyebrow, but said nothing as he gave you a nod in greeting. You bowed back before heading towards the busy elevators, workers staring at you in bewilderment, as you were clearly not meant to be there.

You nervously sent them all a polite smile as you got into the cramped elevator when it arrived with the rest of the employees. Tatsuya simply babbled away as his eyes stared transfixed on the glowing numbers that indicated to the elevator’s ascension. At least someone was having a fun time.

Once you arrived at the twenty-third floor, the Sports Promotion Division, you mused at how all of the decoration remained virtually unchanged since the last time you had visited, which was near the beginning of Kuroo’s career when he had first landed the job and wanted to show you around his workplace and office.

Oh, he got a new secretary, you thought as you saw a pretty, young woman sitting at the desk located just outside of your husband’s office.

She looked around your age, maybe a year or two younger, with pretty brown eyes and matching chestnut brown hair tied into a loose bun. Her blue suit flattered her slender body to no end, and her makeup was precise and flawless. You had no doubt that she could have pursued a career in modelling if she really wanted to.

Sensing your approach, she looked up from her monitor and sent you a bored look. “Hello, how can I help you today?”

“Oh, um,” you stuttered, suddenly intimidated by her beauty up close. “Is Kuroo Tetsurou in right now? I have something important to give him.”

At the mention of your husband’s name, her attention was now solely focused on you as she gave you a not-so-subtle scan up and down. “And what business do you have with Kuroo-san?”

Not sensing her shifting attitude, you removed the folder from your purse and showed it to her. “He left these papers at home and needs them for an important presentation today. I’m just here to deliver them to him.”

“Hmm,” the secretary mused before gesturing for you to take a seat on the sofa located on the wall opposite of her desk. “Please take a seat while I see if he’s in.”

Nodding in gratitude, you made your way to the sofa and took a seat while the secretary typed away on her computer. Tatsuya, who had been quiet up until this point, took the silence as a sign that the adults were done talking and that it was now his turn to speak.

“Mama,” Tatsuya began, pointing to one of the many dull paintings that decorated the office walls. “Birb!”

You nodded. “Good job, Tatsu-chan. What about that one?”

Your son followed the direction of your finger, his eyes landing on a large flowery landscape before he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration to decipher what the painting was trying to depict. “Fwower?”

“You’re so smart, Tatsuya. Good job!”

You proceeded to boop your son’s nose and shower his face with little kisses. His joyous laughter filled your heart with warmth as he looked up at you with mirth in his golden eyes. A clearing of the throat soon interrupted the moment, and the secretary gave you a strained smile. “Ma’am, can you please try to keep it down over there? We still have people working on this floor.”

“Oh, sorry!” you apologized before turning to Tatsuya. “Tatsu-chan, let’s play the quiet game for a bit, okay? We wouldn’t want to disturb other people while they’re working, right?”

Your son cutely nodded as he began to occupy his time by playing with the strings of your hoodie. After a few more minutes, the secretary called you up to her desk. “Kuroo-san is in a meeting right now, but I can deliver his papers to him if you want?”

“Oh, um,” you hesitated, clutching the folder. “These papers are really important to him, so I’d be a lot more comfortable with delivering them to him in person.”

You didn’t notice how her right eye slightly twitched as she tried to convince you to hand over the folder. “Ma’am, by denying my offer, you are the one that will be impeding on Kuroo-san’s presentation if those papers are as important as you say they are.”

“W-well, when you put it that way-”

“What’s going on here?” a familiar voice called out.

“Tetsu!”

From the end of the hallway, Kuroo, dressed in his well-fitted black suit, sent you a charming smile as he approached you and Tatsuya.

“Hey, Tatsu,” Kuroo greeted with adoration as he affectionately ruffled Tatsuya’s hair, getting a delighted giggle from the baby. Kuroo then turned to you with the same look of softness and adoration shining in his eyes. “Hey, [Y/N].”

“Hey, Tetsu,” you greeted back before curiously tilting your head. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting right now?”

“We just finished. So, what’s the problem here?” Kuroo asked, glancing at his secretary.

“Oh, Kuroo-san,” the secretary beamed with a sort of newly awakened enthusiasm. “This lady over here says that she has something important to give you. Is she a friend of yours?”

Kuroo hummed. “Something like that. What’s she talking about, [Y/N]?”

Pushing the folder into your husband’s chest, you revelled in amusement at the pure look of shock that overtook Kuroo’s face once he had recognized the folder in your hand. He quickly snatched it from you and hurriedly flipped through it to make sure all of his papers were there. Once he was sure that everything was indeed in the folder, Kuroo cupped your face and gave you an unabashed kiss.

“What would I do without you?” he asked once the two of you separated.

“Probably working for Kenma to make ends meet,” you joked with a shy grin. Although you were a little embarrassed about Kuroo kissing you so publicly like that, you weren’t one to complain…

“Papa!” Tatsuya exclaimed with his arms stretched out. He began to make grabbing motions with his hands, signalling that he wanted to be held by his father.

Always quick on the uptake, Kuroo unfastened Tatsuya from his baby carrier and lifted him up to place a kiss on his forehead. Your son then proceeded to happily squeal and marvel at his new found height.

“I-I didn’t know you were married, Kuroo-san,” the secretary stuttered out as she fell prey to witnessing the undeniably cute family right in front of her. She felt her chest boiling with jealousy.

“Hm? I didn’t know you were privy to that information. Besides,” Kuroo lifted up both of your left hands to show off your matching wedding bands, “I never tried to hide it or anything.”

As an awkward tension soon began to envelop the air, Kuroo cleared his throat to quickly dissipate it. Turning to you with a smile, Kuroo returned Tatsuya back into your arms. “Well, my presentation’s in an hour. Tatsuya, wish your old man good luck!”

“Luck-luck, papa!” Tatsuya said as you buckled him back into his baby carrier.

“Tetsu, you’re not even twenty-seven, let alone thirty,” you chuckled as you planted a quick peck on his cheek. “Good luck with your presentation. I’ll be cooking salted mackerel pike for dinner tonight.”

Kuroo looked at you with stars in his eyes as you turned to his secretary, bowing and thanking her for all of her help.

“You are the love of my life, Kuroo [Y/N],” Kuroo proclaimed as you gave him an embarrassed pout. Your pout quickly transformed into a radiant smile as you and Tatsuya waved him goodbye and left for the elevators.

Once you were gone, Kuroo dramatically sighed and leaned against his secretary’s desk with a happy grin on his face. “Isn’t [Y/N] the best? And Tatsuya’s just the cutest baby to ever grace this Earth. How did I ever get so lucky?”

“T-they seem great, Kuroo-san,” his secretary answered with a tight-lipped smile.

“Yeah, they are,” Kuroo sincerely agreed. “Well then, I really should go get ready for this presentation. Good work, Amazaki.”

“I-it’s Hayashi, sir…”

“Oh, is it?” Kuroo feigned, glancing at the nameplate that proudly sat on top of his secretary’s desk, clearly in his field of sight and not hard to miss. “Sorry. Despite what [Y/N] says, I’m really getting up there in age. Ah, to be young again.”

As Kuroo walked off with his folder now securely tucked underneath his arm, he couldn’t help but let the smirk that he had been suppressing take over his face.

That’s what you get for being such a bitch to my wife and son.

[bbdaydreams]

Courage My Love// Semi Eita

Pairing: Semi Eita x Reader

Summary: You like Semi and come up with a plan to confess to him, unfortunately it takes a turn. You meet again a couple years later by chance.

Chapter Seven: Take What You Want

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“Are you done with the eyeliner? I need it,” Izumi asked Haruka as everyone was getting ready on the bus.

“Stupid. Fucking. Boot. ZIP UP!” Yui yelled in frustration as she yanked on her zipper that had gotten stuck on itself.

“Yui, be careful-“ you started only to witness them accidentally hit their forehead.

“Goddamnit!”

“Yui got a boo boo already,” Haruka sighed before handing the eyeliner to Izumi.

“Poor Yui,” you said rubbing her forehead to which Yui attempted to bite as a joke. “Ooooo feisty, let’s save that for the set, alright babe?” Yui got up and took hold of your ears gently and you did the same. Giving each other a toothy grin you started shaking each other’s heads and making a random sound but you decided to mess with her and let your forehead tap hers. Yui let out a yelp as you let go and ran off the bus to get away from her wrath.

“Y/n!”

“Not here right now! Please leave a message!” Yui was probably the person you were closest to in your band which meant she was the one that had to put up with your bullshit while you put up with hers.

“I’m gonna getcha! And then I’m gonna hitcha!”

“No you’re not!” Running into the venue you were trying to find a place to lose her until you saw Won’t Regret and decided to talk to them instead after realizing the time. “Hey, boys,” you greeted.

“Hey,” they all greeted back.

“You look really good tonight,” Ranmaru said to spite Semi.

“Boo! She does, doesn’t she?” Yui asked as she wrapped her arms around your torso only to move your body side to side with her like a penguin.

“Thanks! You guys look good too,” you said taking note of their ensemble.

“Thank you,” Ranmaru said, looking over at Subaru.

“Gotta impress the crowd, ya know?” Subaru said before stretching his arms upwards to show off the muscles he’s gained from drumming over the years.

Your eyes grew in size taking in Subaru’s form only to grow wider when taking in Ranmaru’s, who was bigger than Subaru due to him working out, when he started rolling his shoulders. Semi took notice of your reaction and knew what his band mates were doing the moment they first complimented you but they didn’t have to go this far. “Hey! You guys should probably start prepping your stuff on stage to make sure it sounds good. The guy is signaling for you.”

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Jiro said wanting to help his leader out. He walked behind Ranmaru and Subaru’s backs and gave them a slight push so they could start walking. The two were about to complain before the took in Semi’s glare. When they got to the edge of the stage they fist bumped knowing they accomplished their goal only to hear the crowd scream because they thought the show was gonna start.

“That’s literally the funniest part about performing live,” you stated causing Semi to ask you ‘what was’ while looking confused.

“Them being so excited that they’ll literally scream just by seeing someone get on the stage, even if it’s just a tech guy,” Yui answered.

“Or when the lighting changes! The room just gets a little darker for a second and all of a sudden someone shrieks which just cases a chain of other people doing the same while others laugh,” you added on.

“It’s cool seeing them get so excited. Gets me excited,” Semi said, looking longingly to the crowd.

“I gotta go piss. I’ll be back!” You told them, excusing yourself to go find the restroom. After walking around with no luck you eventually decided to ask a staff member to point you in direction of the bathroom.

Sometime during your search you could hear Won’t Regret start playing their set and when you finally made it to the comfort of the stalls, Semi was already at the second verse of the first song. When you felt it time you were ready to get up you heard a voice belting out the bridge.

“Rage!

I'm the bad guy, I'm the nice try

I'm the typical bitch with the rage

On my face

I'm the goddamn beast of the goddamn pride”

Your face grew warm from the raw emotion you could feel from the sound. After washing your hands you sprinted back to where you left Yui at side stage. She turned around as you were approaching and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Was that him?” You asked while pointing at Semi. The song had ended and he started introducing the band to the crowd.

Yui with the same stunned expression nodded her head before speaking. “Dude, this mother fucker got lungs.”

“It wasn’t Jiro or Ranmaru? Even Subaru?” You continued still not believing it was your old friend that could do that.

“It was him. Has he always been able to do that?”

“No! Where’s his guitar?”

“I don’t know. He performed the song without it. He’s something else. It’s crazy.”

“Maybe he took over the vocal role and left the guitar to just Jiro...” you wondered.

“Alright let’s keep the night going. This next song is called Girlfriend,” Semi spoke into the mic. Ranmaru started leading them into the song with his bass and Jiro and Subaru followed.

As they were playing the intro, Semi licked his upper lip before taking a deep breath and started singing. With every word he sung he nodded his head along with the music either up and down, back and fourth, or side to side; whichever way he felt was best for the moment. He would bring his mic stand closer to himself and then pull it away so he could take quick breaths. When he got to the pre chorus he started bouncing his right leg to match the instruments as he head banged along.

You were feeling as if this was a completely different person from sound check. He wasn’t as stiff as he was before, he was actually getting really into it.

At the chorus he grabbed the mic off its stand and started walking closer towards the crowd which made them start pushing against the barricade. Backing away to get ready for the second verse, he made his way over to Jiro who was on his on his left and rubbed the back of his hand on his cheek before proceeding to go over towards Ranmaru on the other side of the stage to boop his nose. Both gestures made some people in the crowd scream which you and Yui found funny.

Hopping to the beat of the repeating pre chorus into strutting along with the chorus, Semi made his way back to his mic stand and put the microphone back into its holder. At the bridge his voice got softer and he was swaying lightly side to side but as it progressed he leaned forward with the mic stand until it was almost on the ground only to gradually come back up while rolling his shoulders backwards.

Using both hands to hold the bottom of the mic that was still on the stand, Semi belted out the final verse that led into the ending of the song. He used both his hands to run his hands down his face into raising his hands to show his index and thumb fingers were connected while his other fingers were pointed upwards. He then pointed at the crowd only to then use his hands to make an hourglass shape. Ending the song by putting one hand on his chest and the other on the mic, he pulled the stand to the left side of his head so he could catch his breath. The crowd immediately started cheering and screamed even more when he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his forehead.

“Girly,” Yui started, “I ain’t gonna lie to you, but that’ll make your pussy throb.”

“Yui!” You laughed not expecting those words to come out of your best friend after what you both had just witnessed. “Girl, I was literally about to say that made my pussy throb,” you responded to finish the meme.

“Is he single?” She asked in a joking matter.

“Yui!”

“Y’all better not be referring to Jiro,” Izumi said which made Haruka hit her on the arm. She looked at you two with a panic in her eyes which you guys responded with a smirk.

“Oh? Does our baby of the band have a crush?” You started.

“Does our little drummer girl like their little guitar hero?”

“I hate you guys” Haruka said as she crossed her arms and pouted.

You all put your arms around her instead of continuing to tease her and continued watching Won’t Regret perform. Some of the songs really blew you guys away. Each song had something different to say and even if you couldn’t relate to the songs personally, you could emphasize with them. At one point you had tears in your eyes because one song had hit Yui too close to home. Taking note of the time, you realized their set was almost done and you needed to do your warm ups so you led the girls to your green room.

“They’ve grown so much,” you started, crossing your arms over one another to stretch.

“I mean, they’ve been playing for years so it makes sense but Jesus didn’t they just recently get signed?” Yui asked, holding the back of foot behind her to her butt one at a time.

Izumi sat on the ground with her legs spread out and placed her hands in the middle to stretch before speaking. “Yeah, with that talent they should’ve been signed years ago.”

“I guess luck wasn’t on their side up until now,” Haruka responded while doing lunges.

On stage, Semi could feel the rush of adrenaline within him. He was on a high performing live with his band mates and he couldn’t be happier. He loved showing off and seeing you and your band mates watch him for a while only fueled him more, not to mention his band mates and the crowd did as well. He put out so much energy and was lucky that the crowd gave it back because many crowds don’t. Most people just stand and watch with a bored expression on their face during the opening band because they’re only here for the headliner.

“Thank you so much again! We’re Won’t Regret and we’ll be at our merch table once we get off stage. The night is still young so I hope you’re not tired yet and are excited for Courage My Love!” Semi spoke, resulting in the crowd hollering at the mention of your band. “Wow, you guys really like them. But what about One Ok-“ More screaming started before he could even finish speaking. “-Rock. I didn’t even finish saying their name!” Semi laughed. “You guys were a beautiful crowd. Thank you for your time and being the first people to ever hear us live in the US. We’ll meet you at the merch table!” Getting off stage the boys received so much applause they couldn’t help but look back and wave goodbye.

“That was amazing!” Jiro started once they were off stage.

“That was the best show I think we’ve ever played,” Subaru added, pinching his shirt and moving it so he could get some cool air.

“Good job, guys,” Ranmaru spoke, putting his bass down in its case.

“I’m excited to meet some of them,” Semi said.

Meeting some people after the show was a new experience for them this time. Back home when they met people, the majority of them were people they could recognize because of the amount of times they’d seen each other where here they’re in a completely different country. Everyone was new.

Not many people were lined up at the table, probably a good fifteen people were, which they assumed was because not everyone wanted to risk giving up their spot in the crowd.

“H-hi,” a girl with dyed blue hair stuttered as she approached the table. “Could you sign my book?” she asked, opening her composition note book to a blank page.

“Of course!” Jiro responded with a smile. Semi and Jiro had the best English so they did the majority of the talking while Ranmaru and Subaru would responded whenever they felt comfortable.

“Could I also get a picture?” she asked nervously.

“Yes,” Ranmaru, answered enthusiastically.

The guys posed behind the merch table while the girl stood in front of it and one of her friends took the picture.

“Thank you for hanging out with us,” Semi told them.

“Have a good day,” Subaru added, smiling and giving them a nod to which the new fan gave back.

The boys continued talking to the people that were in line for them and ended up staying there to watch your set from a distance. When your set was done they got up and ran to the bus so they could take a quick shower, Semi going first since he had to go back on stage.

Your band met with your fans after your set as well and left once On Ok Rock started to perform so you could shower as well.

When you were done you found Semi standing side stage watching Taka and his band perform. “Hey,” you started, surprising your old friend when he heard your voice.

“Hey,” he responded.

“Proud of you. You guys were incredible to watch.”

“I could say the same to you. I didn’t know you had that much energy in you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m still lazy. The stage is where I really let myself bloom. I love it,” you told him honestly.

“Well, I’m glad you found your safe Heaven.”

When Taka announced that they were playing the final song, you and Semi stopped talking to pay attention to your cue to start getting on stage after one of the staff members handed you wireless mics. Semi took the lead and walked to the center of the stage when his part started only for you to follow when it was time for the duet. You continued your singing since the second chorus was assigned to you. Semi and Taka backed up to give you some space to have center stage but when it was over you and Semi crossed each other to switch positions. He sang the part that led into the bridge only to switch places with you again and then walk over to the left side of the stage. Taka stayed in the middle and you made your way over to the right side. As Taka sang the last chorus of the song you and Semi did your best to interact with the crowd before standing up to walk towards the middle of the stage while alternating lines. Taka sang the second to last line by himself and then you and Semi joined him to sing the last one together to end the night.

You both stood with an arm around Taka’s shoulders as he had his over yours and Semi. When the song was over, you and Semi moved to get off stage but Taka kept a hold on you both and spoke into the mic, thanking the crowd, your bands, and everyone else that helped make the show possible. He had you all bow together before turning and waiting for his band mates to come over so they could take a group photo with the crowd behind them.

Getting off the stage Taka thanked you for your performances tonight before letting you both go to your respective buses to relax and get ready for the next day.

“Welcome back,” Haruka yawned when you appeared.

“Hey. Is Izumi making curry?” you asked.

“You know it!” Izumi responded, following your tradition of her cooking her favorite curry on the first day of tour.

“I can’t wait,” Yui spoke, tired from jumping around. Taking a seat next to her on your small lounge couch, you rest your head on her shoulders and let your eyes close as you waited for Izumi to finish dinner.

Laying in his bunk after a long night, Semi couldn’t sleep. His mind was clouded with how the first night went. He was proud of himself and his band mates for doing really well their first night. They performed just like they usually did and didn’t hold anything back which made them surprise themselves. He honestly thought at least one of them, mostly himself, would’ve messed up. Eventually letting his mind wander a little, he thought of you.

He’s seen you perform on stage through his phone screen but never live in person. You were all smiles on stage moving your body along with the music while also never missing a beat. You were literally a pro. He also enjoyed watching you interact with the crowd and seeing you change your attitude when talking about certain topics regarding your music, most of them being about feminism, but other topics as well. He felt like he could watch you perform for hours and never get sick of it. He just wanted to listen to you.

Another thing he realized is that he would love to sing a song with you. The duet you both shared was probably his favorite part of the night because of the harmony he could hear through his headpiece was crystal clear since the majority of the crowd was blocked out. It was pure bliss to him.

He could still feel an attraction to you but he knew better than to jump on it because who knows if you still felt the same. On top of that you both decided to start anew instead of jumping into where you left off. He had to take things slow and see.

a/n: I wrote 90% of this all this morning all because I couldn’t get the songs out of my head. The first song Won’t Regret sings is another song by Badflower and it’s called Wide Eyes. I’ve been obsessed with Badflower since December like I basically listen to them daily they’re sooooo good. Also the song that made the girls emotional was Daddy by the same band.

I basically headcanon Won’t Regret as Badflower like I legitimately believe songs like theirs are what Semi’s band are like. Also if I remember correctly I’m pretty sure this hc is what led me to write this story. This is a long ass authors note oops sorry I just adore Badflower

Taglist: @pluviophilefangirl @yourstarvic @sunaswife @mynscorner @syaziahvg @discountkiyoko @blondemitski

[infernalrevenge]

Extra Ordinary

Fandom: Choices - Foreign Affairs

Pairing: F!Blaine Hayes x M!MC (Magnus Quezon)

Rating: G

Summary: Blaine and Magnus sneak off to a traveling fair.

Notes: Inspired by a message from @i-cant-think-of-a-name-15 wherein he told me I could write about "a purple panda visiting Vancross" and he'd still read about it, so I was minorly inspired. This is much longer than what I've written and posted here so far, so fair warning on that.

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"A fair?"

Magnus raised an eyebrow at Dionne, who clutched her phone as she showed him her text messages from Blaine.

"Yeah, she said she got tickets the other day, arranged for you two to go, and everything! It's only in town for a week, and tonight's the last night before they pack everything up the next day."

Before he could even object -- the thought of everyone still breathing down his neck about the scandal and cleaning up his image still weighing heavily on his mind -- she interrupted, "You don't have any classes tomorrow, you’re free, and you need the break! Plus it'll be so romantic, just you and Blaine--"

"And our bodyguards."

"--Having the time of your lives at a fair! Come on, it'll be fun, Magnus! Like you're gonna say no to her."

Okay, she's got him there.

It only took a little bit of pleading to get Tatum to agree to his antics this time, rolling his eyes as if he was used to it at that point. Nevertheless, he escorted the First Son to the pier where the fair grounds were, dressed as casually and inconspicuously as possible.

Magnus adjusted his sunglasses and beanie, glancing behind him to see if his bodyguard was right behind, only to find him gone. He did say he was just going to keep a "respectable distance", but it didn't make him any less nervous being out and about like this. It wasn't that he didn't trust his date to show up, it was that he was worried that she would and so would the paparazzi. They haven't exactly relented on their quest to squeeze out every juicy detail of his story.

He tried to scan the crowd for any sign of Blaine, only to be suddenly grabbed by the arm. He stumbled back in surprise, accidentally bumping into a mother with her kids. "Sorry sorry, I'm so sorry miss!" he quickly apologized, but the lady left in a huff, and he found himself face to face with none other than the mastermind of this operation.

"Geez, I forgot how you scared so easily. Sorry about that," Blaine remarked, clearly amused. Magnus could only roll his eyes, but was nonetheless relieved to find her -- or rather, have her find him.

He had to admire her insistence on the whole plan, and the fact that she had a plan in the first place. Of course, they couldn't get away from their bodyguards and had to effectively hide any prominent features of theirs to avoid being recognized, but hey, he would take any excuse to be with her.

"We've got a lot of ground to cover if we wanna make the most of this place," Blaine said. They made their way inside hand in hand.

"I'm starting to feel bad, leaving you with all the work of planning out covert dates. I should return the favor some time," Magnus said with a small laugh, taking in the sights and smells around him. The sun was beating down on every head present, hung up on a bright blue sky. It was quite crowded, which was a security concern, but it also meant it would be harder for untrained eyes to spot them in the sea of faces. Still, it had him a bit on edge.

"Looking forward to whatever you've got cooking up there, Rutherland. I'm sure you can think of something." Blaine looked up at the rides, the screams of its passengers intriguing her to give the experience a shot. It would also help to distract Magnus, as she noticed he was rather tense. "Where do you wanna go first?"

Magnus wasn't always the type to try to impress a date, but he might have been pushing it a little when he suggested an octopus ride. "I've never ridden one before. My mom always said they would break and the cart I'd be in would fly off."

It felt that way as soon as the ride started too. Magnus held onto the safety bar in front of them for dear life, his insides doing massive flips with every rotation. It was very thrilling, but it was also a strangely ticklish sensation that had him laughing and screaming the whole time. Blaine was having the time of her life, on the other hand, raising both arms in the air at multiple points as she whooped and jokingly yelled for it to go faster. Their excited screams blended in with the cacophony of the other riders, and somehow, that made the First Son feel the most normal he had since the day started.

If you were to ask him, Magnus would deny how his hands were shaking as they got off the ride, remnants of that thrill and momentary terror still running through his body. But it helped to have Blaine take both his hands and encouraged him to breathe deeply instead of the usual teasing he expected from her.

"Do you go on octopus rides often?" he asked, sucking in another breath before exhaling slowly.

"I'm actually more of a lazy river kind o' girl, but I love the adrenaline rush anyway," she casually replied, trying her best to ground him and calm his racing heart and stomach.

The two of them decided to eat some snacks as a substitute for lunch, settling for corn dogs, cotton candy, and watermelon slices. Along the way, Magnus spotted a giant panda stuffed toy in one of the game booths, its usual black patches replaced with a bright purple. Blaine followed his distracted gaze and giggled, trying to get his attention. “See something you like?”

The Rutherlandian chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh... it’s a giant panda, kinda hard to miss.” He was trying his best not to seem too obvious about his curiosity and desire to have it. However, after passing by the same booth a few more times as they explored the grounds, with his attention inevitably drifting to the toy, Blaine took him there herself to see if she can win it for him.

“You don’t have to--”

“Just let me do this for you. Besides, not like you can keep your eyes off of it.”

A laugh escaped him, “Are you telling me you’re jealous of a stuffed toy panda now?”

“I’m literally gonna win it for you, Rutherland, I am the farthest from being jealous. I promise by the end of the night, you'll be one panda richer.”

Basketball was the name of the game -- all she had to do was sink three shots in a row through the hoop across. Simple enough, if only she weren’t so far away from behind the starting line. Every time she threw the ball and watched it soar through the air, it was always just a few feet shy of the goal. By the time Blaine was on her sixth total attempt, she was just slamming the cash on the counter in frustration to pay for more chances, which the manager gladly accepted each time.

Magnus tried to get her to stop, insisting that it was fine and she didn’t need to waste so much money on a game “that was clearly rigged anyway.”

“Hey, I promised I’d get you that, and goddammit you are gonna get it!” she stubbornly replied, setting down another two dollars. This time though, she took a pause to rest and re-think her strategy.

Blaine furrowed her eyebrows, her focus alternating between the ball and the hoop, until an idea struck her. A wide mischievous smirk appeared on her face as she pinned the ball under her arm and climbed onto the counter, much to everyone's surprise.

"Hey, you're not allowed up there, miss!" the man behind the stand yelled, holding a hand up. The Ardonian was undeterred.

"Why? I'm still behind the line," she pointed out.

"You could fall and get hurt, you have to--" Magnus started, but Blaine was already focused on her goal, ball in hand as she lifted it up.

The height certainly gave her an advantage, taking one successful shot after another, despite the manager's and Magnus' protests. Her date still hung back right behind her, arms slightly raised to ready himself just in case. If she was so insistent on doing things her way, hopefully it wouldn't end in a hospital visit. She would hear an occasional "be careful!" between shots, but when she finally got the last one she needed, she practically threw caution to the wind after the ball.

“Victory is mine, asshole!” she yelled in triumph, throwing her arms up in the air in celebration.

She didn't anticipate how the momentum would throw her off balance though, misstepping behind her. She yelped and tried to move forward, but it was too late. One second she was falling back toward the ground, then the next... she was in Magnus' arms.

She looked up at him and laughed, "Good catch. You work out?" she commented with a wink, letting him help her stand back up.

"Let's just say you can always trust me to catch you," he replied with a hint of a flirtatious tone, before nudging her with his elbow. "But never do that again," he warned, though he was clearly just worried about her.

The Ardonian flipped her hair over her shoulder, turning her attention to the manager. "One panda, my good sir!"

He begrudgingly handed over the stuffed toy to Blaine, who then proceeded to proudly present it to Magnus. He had to wrap both arms around its fluffy torso just to be able to hold onto it securely.

"Consider this my apology for worrying you," she joked, patting the toy's fluffy arm.

"This feels a bit cliche, doesn't it?" he said, his voice partially muffled by the huge obstruction between them.

"What do you mean? It's a role reversal. It's the guy usually winning prizes for the girl, right?"

"I just mean the situation in general. Do you always win giant pandas for your dates?"

"Only for you, babe. Though I'll happily take it back if you don't want it."

At that, Magnus turned and kept it away from Blaine when she tried to reach for it. "No, you already gave it to me, so keepsies." He stuck his tongue out at her, looking more childish than ever, which earned him a boop on the nose.

"One more ride for the road?"

It was already sunset by the time they got on the ferris wheel. The sky was a gradient of pink, orange, and yellow as the sun started to set, slowly sinking in the horizon where the sky met the sea. It took some convincing for the ride manager to allow the stuffed toy on board, as long as they didn't drop it -- like Magnus was ever going to let that happen.

The newly christened Taro (as Magnus insisted on calling the panda) sat on his side, with Blaine snuggled on the other, her head settled on his shoulder. The ride moved slowly as other passengers boarded, and they were getting close to the top, just enough to enjoy the view.

"I know the rooftops at Vancross had great views of sunsets, but nothing beats being this close to it, huh?" Blaine said, her fingers idly playing with Magnus', intertwining and untwining them.

"Being in great company helps me appreciate it more too," Magnus replied, before turning to the stuffed toy next to him, sitting at eye level given its size. "Isn't that right, Taro?"

"Sorry, am I ruining your moment here?" she joked, gently nudging at his arm. Magnus simply smiled and wrapped an around her shoulders, pulling her even closer to his side.

"But seriously though, today was really fun. I'm glad you convinced Dionne to convince me to come out here. At this point, it's hard to say no to even just seeing you."

"Even if it means infuriating your bodyguard?"

Magnus rolled his eyes, looking off as the sky started to darken. "He wasn't infuriated, I'd say irritated at best, but he gets it. He's always been supportive of my 'be a normal person' agenda."

"Did I help deliver?"

"Oh definitely. You sure know how to make a guy feel normal, in a good way."

Blaine glanced up at him, "What does being normal mean to you?"

The young man blinked, not expecting such an introspective question. The lights on the ferris wheel started to turn on, giving him a view of Blaine under their soft glow. He almost lost himself in the sight and backtracked on the question.

He gave himself a moment to think, choosing his words carefully, "Just... being able to live my life away from scrutinizing eyes, I guess. I don't want the public to see me as someone or something that I'm not just because some tabloid article told them this or that."

She nodded in understanding, pulling his arm closer. "Definitely. It's like the general population seems to forget we're people too. We have our own lives and identities, and it's not something that can be toyed with."

"I wish I didn't have to act a certain way, I don't want them to change me. I wish... things were different." A bout of silence passed between them, the ride moving at its leisurely pace to give its passengers time to appreciate it.

"But if they were, then I never would've met you, so it's not all bad. You're... one of the best things that's ever happened to me, you know?" Magnus looked at Blaine, a small yet genuine smile on his face. The girl looked up at him almost with a flicker of doubt at first, but looking deeper into his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth.

And she wasn't sure how to handle that.

She could feel her stomach doing flips, a thrill running through her -- except it wasn't like she was on a fair ride. This was somehow more intense, yet she felt grounded with him by her side. She couldn't help the smile that bloomed, her cheeks darkening slightly as she took in his words.

"You're too good, Magnus. I hope the world never changes you."

The way she said his name sounded almost adoring, like she was in awe of what a genuine soul he was despite everything that's happened to him. She knew what it was like, having been expected to keep up appearances her whole life, but somehow this boy right next to her never seemed to lose touch of himself along the way. He knew what he had to do, but he also knew who he was at the end of the day.

Just hearing her say it like that was enough to melt Magnus' insides with a loving warmth. A smile spread across his face, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on her lips. He was just so relieved that he never had to pretend around Blaine, never had to prove anything to her. It was more than enough just having her there by his side, and even though he was looking forward to the day he can finally be out with her in public with pride, moments like these made their secret trips still worth going through.

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(Due to Taro's size, it couldn’t quite fit in Magnus' bed as intended, so it instead resided on the couch in the suite. It didn't mean he didn't take any chances to nap on it though.

Dionne has sent many pictures to Blaine of the young man's face buried into its fluffy stomach, curled up on the small space as he rested peacefully, and Blaine has had to stifle many squeals of delight at the adorable sight.)

[waitimcomingtoo]

Smile For Me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but I can make you smile 10 times during the school day tomorrow." Peter bet.

MASTERLIST

Requests are CLOSED 

You and Peter sat across from each other in the library. A study date between the two of you wasn’t uncommon. Peter being unable to focus because of how close you were also wasn’t uncommon. After all the hectic things going on lately -Spider-Man patrolling, physics tests, fighting bad guys, trying not to die, the usual- you just wanted some time to yourselves to relax and study. Don’t be mistaken, Peter was very interested in physics and speed and force and all that good stuff. But right now, he was a little more interested in finding out the name of the perfume you were wearing that made you smell so damn heavenly. 

After an hour of quiet studying and the occasional game of tic tac toe, Peter closed his book. If he looked at another momentum equation, his eyes were going to bleed.

“I can’t do it anymore.” Peter whined, shoving his books towards you. “I can’t do another equation.”

“Yes you can.” You didn’t even look up at him as you continued your work. “Stop being dramatic.” Peter let out a loud, over dramatic groan and pulled your pencil out of your hand.

"Let's play a game." He said playfully. You shut your book, knowing when your best friend was at his wits end,  and looked up at him. He had a deviant look in his eyes that compelled you to shut your book as well. 

"What kind of game?" You asked cautiously. You knew you had to keep studying, but you were bored too so you entertained his idea of a game.

"I bet I can make you smile, just by looking at you." Peter declared with a cocky smirk. You scoffed at his smugness. You were never one to back away from a challenge, and Peter knew this. 

"You're on.” You challenged, rescuing your pencil from his grasp. “Stare me down."

You moved your books aside and leaned forward, resting your head in your hands. Peter did the same, just a few inches from your face. All Peter did was stare into your eyes, but you were already starting to crack. You fought the urge to smile. But when staring at a face like that, it's hard not to. Between his stupid brown eyes, his stupid crooked nose with his stupid freckles, and you wouldn’t even get started on his stupid messy eyebrow, Peter Parker was a sight for sore eyes. Not that you’d ever admit that to him. He was your best friend after all. Nothing more. But damn, if he wasn’t cute.

Peter intensified his stare, leaning even closer to you to the point you could smell his excessive body spray.  You could already feel yourself burning up, and you didn't know why. All he was doing was looking at you. Why did you want to smile so bad?

Peter grinned at your fidgeting. You did everything you could to keep from smiling. You bit your lips, held your breath, looked away, thought of sad things, but nothing helped. Finally, you cracked. A bashful smile lit up your face and you looked down in defeat.

"Damn it.” You muttered into the table. “You got me."

Peter laughed in triumph.

"I knew I could do it.” Peter said smugly, basking in his win. “Now let's make a little deal."

You picked up your head and smirked, ready for a rematch.

"Alright, I'm listening." You said casually. Peter returned the smirk. He had a devilish gleam behind his eyes, one he only got when he knew he was about to push his luck. You briefly wondered what you were getting yourself into. Something wicked brewed in his brown eyes. He was up to something. 

"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but I can make you smile 10 times during the school day tomorrow." Peter bet. It was a bold move and he knew it, but he’d been crushing on you long enough. His subtle hints were constantly going over your head and Peter had just about had enough. Even if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, at least he’d get a few of your million dollar smiles out of it.

You, on the other hand, didn't pay attention to the first part. You only cared about the challenge. Specifically, you cared about winning.

"We have ourselves a deal.” You held our your hand for Peter to shake. He shook it, surprised you actually were going along. “But prepare to lose." You stated as you got up to leave.

Peter was still swimming with confidence after winning your game. He snapped back to reality as you collected your books.

"Wait, don't you want to see if you can make me smile?" Peter asked, not wanting you to go just yet. You stopped putting your books away and smiled.

"I already know that I can make you smile anytime I want." You said matter of factly.

Peter furrowed his brows.

"Really?” He asked. “How?"

"Remember when I kissed you in fourth grade because those boys were teasing you on the bus?” You smiled at the sweet memory. A couple boys started picking on Peter, saying he was a loser who couldn’t get a girlfriend. You shut them up instantly by planting your lips on Peters without a second thought. It was both of your first kisses, and also the last kiss Peter ever had. He wasn’t too interested in girls that weren’t you.

With that, a huge grin spread across Peters boyish face. All it took was that one memory to light up his features with a dopey smile. You grinned at the sight of your blushing best friend.

"That's how.” You said suavely. “See you tomorrow Parker." You called as you left the library. Peter watched you leave.

“Hate to see you go, love you watch you walk away.” Peter sarcastically muttered to himself. A wicked smile suddenly dawned on his lips. He had a plan.

The next day, the challenge was on.

Ten smiles in one day.

By first period, you were losing already. Peter made you smile by surprising you by your locker with a rose, the first smile of the day. 

"Okay, okay.” You rolled your eyes as you accepted the flower and gave it a discrete sniff. “But don't expect to get any more out of me."

But he did.

He got you leaving study hall by slipping you a note asking for your phone number, something he obviously had.

“Dear Y/n, I lost my number. Can I have yours? Check yes or no.”

He drew two lopsided boxes at the bottom of the note. You couldn’t stop the smile that came, breaking across your face like the first signs of dawn. You scribbled a check in the “no” box and shot Peter and angry look. He was looking quite proud of himself and held up two fingers, indicating that was the second time he’d gotten you to smile. You threw the note at the back of his head and went to your next class.

Peter got you going to and from lunch by slinging his arm around your shoulders and wishing you a good day.

“I hope your day isn’t anything like you in math. Because then it’d suck!” Peter said in his phoniest sweet voice. He booped your nose while he was at it and you quickly swatted it away.

“And I hope you choke and die.” You said in an even sweeter tone.

He got you twice during math by shooting you a wink and blowing you a kiss. You turned around in your seat, as red as your math textbook, and heard him laughing behind you as you tried to focus on the lesson once again.

He got you once during gym by purposefully falling off the rope you had to climb.

“Parker, you climbed it perfectly last week. What happened?” Coach Finstock asked as he scribbled something down on his notepad.

“Sorry.” Peter apologized with fake sincerity. “It’s just that I saw Y/n and got distracted.” He pointed at you and made a heart with his hands. You tensed up as kids around you laughed and made comments. Coach Finstock looked like he accepted Peters excuse and wrote something else down in his notes.

And he got you two times during your presentation in history by making funny faces. When you were finished, Peter started clapping as loud as he could and stood up in his seat. He got other kids to stand up for you as well, going on about how well you did and how researched your presentation was. Soon, the whole class was giving you a standing ovation. You smiled again at his idiotic but sweet action, making that three times in one period.

You were losing this bet fast.

Finally, the day ended. You’d managed to avoid Peter for the rest of the school day. Peter met you by your locker after the last bell with his face dressed in a cocky grin.

"Well Parker, guess you lose. The goal was 10 and you only made me smile 9 times. Looks like you don't get that kiss after all.” You shrugged dramatically and let out a sarcastic sigh. Peter shrugged as well and bit his lip, nearly bursting with excitement.

"Actually, I do." He said with a knowing smile. You immediately frowned.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"The challenge was that I could make you smile 10 times and you had to kiss me if I was wrong. I only made you smile 9 times so..." Peter clicked his tongue. You opened your mouth in shock.

"So you were wrong." You finished. You couldn't believe it. You had been outsmarted by a guy in a Star Wars T-shirt. Peter stood there gloating while applying a copious amount of chapstick.

"I'd like to collect my prize, Y/n. I won fair and square." Peter pretended to stretch and yawn. You licked your teeth and bit back a smile. You had to admit, Peter got you good. He’d won the bet fair and square.

“You’re an idiot, do you know that?” You asked Peter. Peter stepped closer and shot you a cheeky grin.

"An idiot whom you have to kiss. Peter poked your chest. Curse his proper use of grammar. “That's the price you have to pay. Now pay up." Peter grabbed a random bottle in your locker and sprayed it in his mouth. He immediately tried to hide his disgust.

“So.’’ Peter said between gags. “That’s perfume.”  You nodded as you watched him grimace. 

“You thought it was breath spray?” You asked for confirmation. Peter nodded while he wiped his mouth in the back of his hand.

“Doesn’t matter. I still won. ” Peter laughed meanly, stepping closer to you. “In your face.”

“In my face?” You pointed to yourself. Peter nodded.

“How so?” You took your own step closer and folded your arms.

“Because I just sprayed perfume in my mouth and now you have to kiss me.” Peter puckered his lips dramatically and made loud kissing sound, making your entire face go red as it caught the attention of people around you. There were enough rumors flying around about the two of you after the stunt he pulled in gym.

“Let me get this straight.” You clasped your hands together.” You just sprayed perfume in your mouth?”

“Yes.” Peter confirmed.

“But that’s in my face?”

“Yes.” Peter said again.

“This very much seems like it’s in your face.” You told Peter, who still didn't get it. 

“Nope. Yours.” Peter wasn’t one to admit failure. “Come on, Y/n. Do it while my mouth still tastes like,” Peter read the bottle on your perfume, “an Endless Weekend.” At least he finally found out the name of your perfume. 

His shit eating grin returned to his face. You sighed and looked around for who might be watching. When you didn’t see anyone of significance, you turned back to Peter. You hesitated for a second more, then grabbed his shirt, pulled him close, and kissed him. Just like the first time way back in fourth grade, his eyes flew open, then fluttered shut. His eyelashes tickled your cheek as they went down. You found it funny how history repeated itself. You got to live that memory twice.

 Luckily for Peter, this was his favorite memory. It always put a smile on his face, just like you did.

You pulled away when the kiss lasted long enough and wiped you hand on the back of your mouth.

“You taste like chemicals.” You grimaced. Peter was still in a foggy, post kiss haze. He hadn’t fully recovered just yet.

“Hm huh hm what?” Peter stuttered out. His head was still spinning. You laughed at him. He looked ridiculous.

Hair messy.

Shirt wrinkled.

Your lipstick on his face.

Completely ridiculous.

And completely because of you.

You did some nice work. You couldn’t help taking out your phone and snapping a picture.

“Hey Peter.” You said from behind your phone with a toothy grin. “Smile for me.”

Peter gave you a lopsided grin before putting his hand in front of the camera.

“No fair.” Peter pouted. “You caught me off guard.”

“Whatever you say, Parker.” You shrugged casually. “But for the record. I totally won.”

“I can promise you, I’m the one who won.” Peter mumbled sheepishly under his breath. He looked at the floor to hide the enormous blush on his cheeks. He never thought it a million years you’d actually kiss him. He was only joking (and hoping) you would. You’d once again managed to leave Peter speechless.

“Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you.” You stuck your hand out for Peter to shake, suddenly feeling awkward and shy around your own best friend.

“Y-You too.” Peter stuttered. He shook your warm hand with his clammy one before scuttling away. He felt like he floated home. He waltzed into his apartment with a dreamy smile on his face. May was quick to notice Peters trance.

“Peter?” May asked. She wondered what the cause of her nephews moonstruck expression was.

“Hm?” Peter barely replied as he started humming the melody to your favorite song. May cocked her hip and laughed at her nephew.

“What’s got you so happy?” May inquired.

“What’s that?” Peter was in such a dream state he could barely hear her.

“I said,” May tried again. “What’s got you so happy?”

Peter let out a happy sigh and spun around in his kitchen.

“Y/n.” He replied. Your name like a prayer on is lips. He didn’t even feel worthy to say it. May chuckled. She should’ve known.

“So you have a thing for Y/n, huh?” May asked. She already knew the answer. Peter just shrugged as he continued to twirl around the kitchen. 

“Maybe.” He said. “I don’t know. She just…” Peter couldn’t think of the right words to describe you.

“She just what?” May pressed. Peter smiled at the memory of that afternoon.

“She just makes me smile.”

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[justalilnovice]

The Crow x Echo 5 

Yeah, this young wolf x Crow ship is taking over my life and i’ve made some hcs for my boi Echo and Crow.

How does their relationship begin?

At the beginning it was Wolf and Spire (my Titan and Warlock) who learned of Uldren’s revival, and they keep it from Echo in fear of him going off on a rampage to kill the man again. They knew if he was alive there was only one way it could have happened; Uldren was a Guardian now. 

Eventually however Echo finds out on his own after having to rescue Osiris on the moon. It takes all his might not to kill the Prince on sight. But when he sees his ghost, and the Awoken introduces himself as The Crow, something holds Echo back and renders him speechless. 

Later on he learns that the man is under the watch of the Spider, someone Echo definitely doesn’t want to mess with. Thus he begins working with Crow much to the Exo’s displeasure. Echo doesn’t say much except vague responses. 

He knows Crow’s memories are gone and he doesn’t know about his past self and what he’s done but a part of Echo knows he can’t forgive him. Yet deep down he knows he needs to let it go. The Exo is at a crossroads.

When was the turning point of this relationship?

Echo had been working with Crow for a while now, and everyday questions and assumptions filled the man’s head about the young light bearer.  It wasn’t until a certain mission to chase after these strange dreams Crow was having, to try and understand them, that Echo gets to hear a bit of Crow’s life that he never dared to share with anyone. That is until Echo came along.

Hearing Crow tell him his memories about his first Dawning, how he kept the sheet he was laid to rest under, the wine he and the warlock had shared and the broken down ship Crow hid from Spider; Echo was filled with guilt.

This man wasn’t the same person before he died. Maybe appearance wise, and to his core he would be Uldren. . . - well now these were two different people. This is Uldren before the Taken King, before his beloved sister and Queen was murdered, before he was corrupted by Darkness and before a false God manipulated him. . .  and before Cayde. This brought Echo to another revelation.

Crow aimed for the same goal that Cayde did - protect the weak and defenseless, prove he was good and had good intentions. He cared, and at some points maybe even too much. He wanted to be better.

The Exo put all of this into perspective - Cayde’s perspective. If he had been here, Echo knew the man would put the whole thing behind him and look the other way, because the man who killed him was gone. Crow was already trying to improve himself, to be better and to learn.

That’s all anyone can ask at this point, from such a dark past. Echo would be there alongside Crow to help him grow and learn, and he wouldn’t be alone.

When did they develop feelings for each other? 

Crow

I’m thinking maybe a bit later after the Hawkmoon quest. He really opened up to our Guardian, and in my case it was my boy Echo. He didn’t have to hide what he told him like he did the others, the fear of being tattled on and exposed to Spider. Crow trusts Echo so much already that he outright tells his secrets when Echo finds his hiding spot. He’s so relieved that he actually listens when he relives his memories. The Awoken finds himself smiling more and enjoying himself when the other guardian is around, and even his darling Ghost catches on; who could simply miss those puppy eyes Crow was giving Echo every night?

Echo

It’s after the realization that Cayde would not kill this man, nor would he want to, but in fact help and guide him to become a better Guardian. So that’s what Echo does. The feelings catch up to him pretty quickly as they work together over the months, watching how innocent Crow is and how distant and scared he can be sometimes; this was a completely different person than the Prince before. 

Echo feels many things towards him; a teacher and a student, a role model, a guide. And most importantly: a friend. He’s the only one Crow has, besides Glint of course. 

Crow isn’t Uldren, at least not anymore. New and exciting things are going to happen to them, and deep down the Exo is rather excited.

Who fell in love first?

More than likely Crow does. It’s a kind of student falls in love with the teacher, the unexpected crush kind of deal here. Echo doesn’t turn him away like every other person he meets, which gets Crow’s attention almost immediately, like “hey he doesn’t hate and hasn’t tried to kill me yet, I kinda like him.” He catches on quickly. 

Who admits their feelings first?

Surprisingly it’s Echo. I’ve pictured this scene in my head a thousand times already.

Another night by the fire they built, and once again Crow is drinking and talking to Glint while Echo tries to sort out what he’s been feeling these past couple of weeks. He’s staring longingly into the fire, glancing at Crow every few minutes and fiddling with his gloves. 

Eventually Crow notices how quiet the Exo is and asks him what’s up. It takes Echo a moment but he finally speaks up, and he’s nervous.

Conversation kinda goes like this:

E: Been doing a lot of thinking lately. . . trying to figure out a couple of things, make sense of what’s been happening lately.

C: Like what?

E: Being with you. . . it’s brought up some memories and feelings that I told myself I’d keep tucked away. But they’ve kind of given me answers to my questions and doubts.

There a moment of silence.

E: I had. . . let’s call him a friend, who I was really close with. You remind me of him. He was a little more enthusiastic than you are but. . . he cared about people. A lot, like you do. Cared more about another person than he did himself, and it got him in trouble sometimes. He was selfless and kind. He worked so hard to try and be better, to get stronger so he wouldn’t fail others. He wanted to learn from his mistakes so wouldn’t make them again.”

More silence.

E: What really stood him out from the rest was how forgiving he was, how quickly he put things behind him. He never had any grudges and it blew so many peoples’ minds. ‘Nothing in the past for us now,’ is what he told me. ‘Let’s learn from it and move on.’ I. . . really looked up to him.

Crow is listening intently and pretty soon Echo turns to him.

E: I like you Crow. Maybe more than I should, more than I thought I would . Really wasn’t expecting this after last time.

It leaves Crow speechless for a moment, he himself trying to register all of what he just heard. Eventually though they talk it over by the fire, and by the end of the night they’re shoulder to shoulder, agreeing to take it slow for now.

Who kisses who first?

Probably Echo, but he can’t really kiss since he’s an Exo. There will be enough head and face boops for Crow to eventually get the message, and it will make him so flustered it’s adorable. I imagine at first he’s so confused and Echo just laughs like “I’m kissing you, you twat”. Crow is so shy and flustered he has to hide behind his hood.

So yeaaahhhhhhh. . .  I really like this ship, Bungie better do sumthin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAKE THIS CANON BUNGO

[sweetchup]

Hi!! If your ask box is open, could I get a fluffy kurapika x reader? Just something very gentle and soft and maybe some cuddles bc kurapika deserves lots of loving!! Thank you so much!!

Wild Berry Pie

Type: Kurapika x Reader

Au?: None

Word Count: 2,300+

Warnings: None

“Hold on what?!?” You shout; surprise. Hold up, Why should you be surprised? This was Kurapika you were talking about. But seriously? You were going to scold your boyfriend so hard for only sleeping a total of 15 hours this whole week, getting himself injured (thankfully he could heal himself but still), working himself to death and, on top of that, this was all after recovering from a really bad sickness.

Melody hushes you as the other patrons of the cafe turn and glare at you. You let out a small squeak of an apology at them before returning to sipping on your drink, all the while mumbling, “Kurapika… what the heck were you thinking...”

“I’m sorry (y/n)-Chan. I didn’t mean to get you worked up, I just wanted to let you know.”

You look at Melody in front of you, the woman was looking down at her drink in shame. She knew it wasn’t her fault that Kurapika wasn’t taking care of himself but she felt bad for not telling one of her closest friends and Kurapika’s girlfriend, (y/n), sooner. You shake your head, giving a small smile. “Please It’s not your fault he’s acting this way. I’ve been gone for a while and I shouldn’t have left in the first place, I mean I kind of expected this. He’s practically been out of it since York New. Plus, on top of that, he has the amount of stress Nostrade is putting on him due to Neon losing her Nen.”

Melody gives a smile at the girl in front of her. No wonder Kurapika was in love with her. (Y/n) was not only pretty on the outside but also on the inside. Her voice was so soft and heartwarming, it could calm the harshest of storms and also act like a nice warm campfire on a cold bitter night. The smile (y/n) produced, even the smallest of ones, was practically contagious and definitely lit up a room. And her heart, oh her heart, produced such a loving melody. It sung with all her compassion for her comrades, friends and even the well-being of some strangers.

She practically was the light of hope in Kurapika’s life. The small thing that he knew could give him some purpose after all his revenge plans were done. Sure, it would be hard for him, very hard in fact, to figure something out when everything’s all done. But he knew that (y/n) would be there right next to him, never ever thinking of leaving him behind.

“Oh, (y/n)-Chan are you okay?” Melody says concerned as you suddenly stand up. You look at the women in the eyes, yours gleaming with determination.

“I know exactly what to do! Kurapika has an early shift tonight and a late one tomorrow so I’ll make him something special tonight. To get him to relax.”

Melody giggles. Oh how kind you were. “That would be perfect (y/n)-Chan.”

Ecstatic, (y/n) pays for their drinks, giving melody a small ‘thank you' and waves as she rushes out the door. Melody waves back before returning to her drink. Looking at the tea cup, she starts thinking back, back to York New, back to the Nostrade Mansion, Back to the hunter exam, back to that one tragic night and finally thinking of now, on how thankful she was of (y/n) and —

Melody is suddenly startled out of her thoughts as (y/n) slides to the table, almost slipping past her. The girl is clearly tired since she is sweaty and out of breath. Melody blinks a couple of times, unsure of what happened to (y/n).

“M-melody? Do you happen—happen to have the keys to the dorms-s”

Melody blinks some more before breaking out in laughter. Oh how silly (y/n) could be.

—————————

“And…. Done!”

You let out a sigh and stretch your back. It was hard work getting all this done but it was definitely worth it. Putting your hand on your hips you take in the living room in front of you. The Tv was on with a classic comedy movie, ready to be started. Part of the floor and coach was covered head to toe in different blankets, stuffed animals and pillows to lounge on. Then there was the coffee table, which held many sweets, snacks and drinks and finally the main course of it all….

“(Y-y/n)?” A voice says behind you. Spinning around you see Kurapika taking his shoes off with his bag dropped on the floor. He looked amazed as he looked at the set up in front of him.

“Surprise!” You shout, running up to your boyfriend and giving him a hug. Pulling away you boop his nose, “I thought you needed it especially after I heard you weren’t taking care of yourself. Hmph! How many times do I have to tell you to get a good amount of sleep?!”

Kurapika lets out a small smile at you. “Sorry I’ve been very bus—“

“No buts Mister kurapika” you say, poking his chest. “You're so stubborn sometimes. That’s why I have to come and make you chillax~.”

He lets out a small chuckle as you pull him towards the pile of pillows. Though he soon takes your hand off his arm before you can make him sit. “I’m sorry you had to go through so much trouble but I actually have to get some work done.”

“W-What? Did you not hear what I just said?!” You say. Kurapika looks away from you. This idiot. You bring your hands up to his face, forcing him to look at you. “Kurapika you need to rest. You—“

“(Y/n) I’m sorry I need to get this done.” He says in a firm voice, pulling your hands off his face as he walks away. He was longer playing around and you knew if you continued you could anger him. Clenching your teeth you raised your voice a little bit.

“Kurapika if this is about the spiders it can wait!”

He snaps his head around.

“Excuse me?” He says with a dangerous low voice.

“I said if this is about the spiders it can w—“

“What do you know? Huh?!” Kurapika says furious. He stalks towards you and backs you up against the wall. You choke up as you lock eyes with his scarlet ones, “You still have everything! Your family! Your childhood! Your best friend! I got mine all taken away. What do—“

“I DON’T!” You shout. Stopping him dead in his tracks as he sees a tear go down your face. He was so exhausted and out of it that he had taken his anger out on you. This wasn’t right and he knew he needed to calm down. Wiping the tears off your face you continue, “I don’t understand. I don’t think I ever will but I don’t want you to end up destroying yourself!”

“That’s not your job (y/n). It’s non—“

“It is because I love you. It’s my job as your girlfriend, your lover, to look after your well being Kurapika! I would be a horrible one if I didn’t ever try.”

Both of you are silent for a second after your final outburst. A thick awkward silence. You and Kurapika like to deal with your problems through discussions so this was quite rare for you two to have an argument. Even if this one was small, you didn’t know how to react or feel. When you gulped or took a breath too long you felt like you were adding to the tension by making too much noise. You go to apologize but Kurapika cuts you off by giving you a small kiss on the forehead. “I know you do. I just... you know it’s my goal to avenge them, you know?”

Wrapping his arms around you, Kurapika pulls you into a hug. The soft scent of cologne on him fills your senses, making you relax.

After a couple of minutes you two pull away and both give each other a small smile.

“We both lost our cool huh?” Kurapika says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” You say quietly, “Can you take a small break though? Just for tonight? I’m just concerned you’ll get hurt or sick again.”

Kurapika sighs and thinks for a second. He decides it was ok to take a break for just one night, he nods his head in affirmation. Smiling, you mischievously tackle him onto the coach. Kurapika groans as you land and peck his cheek.

“Ugh you are heavy. Get off” He says; jokingly.

Your mouth falls open in surprise. “Excuse me?!”

Determined to get back at him for the insult you cuddle him closer and attack his face with kisses. Kurapika, his face bright red, tries to move away from your barrage of affection. You let out a giggle as you pull away, you had completely forgotten you had put on a little lipstick so he had many stained kiss marks all over him. Even one smudge on the corner of his lips.

He raises an eyebrow as you use a phone and take a picture of him. Laughing you turn it around, showing him. Letting out a groan he covers his face, embarrassed.

“(Y/n)!” Kurapika whines, “Delete that!”

“No~~” You whine back, leaning yourself onto his chest.

For the next hour, you two enjoyed each other's presence. Laughing with mouths full of popcorn at the cheeky comedy. Creating small talk, well attempting, while chewing on some toffee. Sharing sweet small kisses and loving stares in between the movie scenes. It was a wonderful and perfect night.

Lightly, you groom your fingers through Kurapika’s soft golden locks as he lays asleep on your stomach. You felt relieved that the Kurta male is sleeping and will hopefully no longer be exhausted when he wakes up. Speaking of Kurta, you look at the covered dish in the center of the table. You didn’t reveal the main course of tonight to him. You sigh. Oh well, you can’t do much about it now.

“What’s wrong, habib albi?” Kurapika mumbles into your shirt.

“O-oh I thought you were asleep.” You say, blushing. You were a sucker for Kurapika talking in his native tongue, even though you only understood some of the simple things. It especially made you melt when it came to him calling you pet names or giving you small compliments. He once told you your pet name ‘habib albi’ roughly translated to ‘love of my heart’.

He hums and sits up. “Don’t change the subject.”

You sigh, standing up. Walking over to the coffee table. “Ok but don’t freak out, ok?”

Grabbing a hold of the cover, you lift it up. Revealing a pie underneath.

“(Y-y/n) is that-t?”

“I know you don’t like me looking through your stuff from your village but I remember you mentioning that your mother used to make you your favorite Wild Berry Pie whenever you were stressed. So I thought It counted as an exception.”

You suddenly feel Kurapika pull you into his lap. Looking up you see Kurapika with a small smile along with a couple of stray tears rolling down his face.

“K-kurapika I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for you to be upset.” You reach up and carefully wipe the tears off his face. He soon stops you.

“I’m not. Don’t worry habib albi, I’m not.” He squeezes you closer to him, “I’m actually happy. How did you do it though?”

“Oh! Umm I took one of the old dictionaries you had and looked through the Kurta recipe books until I found the Wild Berry Pie. It’s not exact since we don’t have the same ingredients as the Lukso Province but I got it as close as I could.”

“Ah I see. That sounds very hard to do.” Kurapika says chuckling.

“Yeah it was” You say, leaning over and sighing as you remember the grueling three hours it took to figure out and make. You suddenly sit up, “A-ah do you want me to grab you a slice?”

Kurapika nods his head and you excitedly get up and cut a slice. You had taken so much time in it you wanted it to be perfect. As you lifted it and put it on a plate you sighed, relieved. It had come out perfect. Due to the cover, the pie was still warm and fresh, the right time to eat it at. The crust was a perfect golden color and thankfully not soggy. The wild assortment of berries you added had started to ooze out onto the plate, leaving a nice purple-reddish trail and a pleasant aroma.

You felt proud of your accomplishment and sat back in kurapika’s lap. Now was the ultimate test. Handing him a fork, you watch in grueling anticipation as he takes a bite. Blankly he slowly chews and swallows, causing you to gulp. You messed it up didn’t you? He finally turns and looks at you. Finally, he gives you a wide smile, the first big smile in a while.

“My 'um would be proud.”

You let out a loud ‘yay’ in happiness and kurapika holds you close. You were beyond the moon in happiness that he had said his mom would be proud of your pie. Your pie!

“(Y/n)” You look towards Kurapika’s call to see a fork in front of your face, holding a piece of the pie, “Say ahh~”

You open your mouth and he feeds you the piece. Chewing, you moan at the taste. It was absolutely delicious. Each berry was exploding with a unique flavor. Which ends up creating a sweet blend with the right bit of tartness.

Looking up at Kurapika, you watch as he takes another bite. All the while still smiling. Tonight and every other date were amazing but nothing and you mean nothing was as perfect as seeing this. Kurapika with a wide smile on his face.

You would definitely have to make this pie again.