#and please dress as snazzy as possible

[maeyeatsdonutsxd]

Duo, disgracefully, wHAT THE FUCK-

Am I about to get murdered in my sleep????

[ask-team-misfit]

@vi-riolu Fraeia > Pikavee

"Oh my! Quite the large one aren't you dear? Oh the possibilities!"

With a wink and a snap, Pikavee's outfit changes to that of a long and flowing dress.

"Hmmm. Not quite."

Snapping again, Pikavee's outfit becomes a nice tuxedo.

"There we go. Looking snazzy."

[ @vi-riolu ]

Of all the things to witness today, aside from what happened to Rue, anyway, Lief definitely didn't expect the sight of Pikavee wearing a tux.

It suddenly felt much, much hotter than he knew it to be. A manner of strange and frankly undesirable feelings flared up in him, uncontrollably almost.

To the extent that Pikavee surely noticed. Having gone quiet from how sudden this happened, she was now looking at him with confusion.

Pikavee: "L-Lief?"

The two barely locked eyes before Lief hurriedly looked away with a shaky huff.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He appears dismissive, glancing away towards the right with very narrow eyes. He's visibly flushed all over his face, with the blush shown in color. Lief’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Lief: “Right, ok. Can you turn her back, please? S-seems a little fancy for the occasion…”

The way he looked so flustered and couldn't maintain eye contact for even a moment flew over Pikavee's head. She began to look self-conscious.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Pikavee oriented similarly to the previous image. She appears somewhat concerned or timid, and her eyes are downcast. Her ears are drooped down. Pikavee’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Pikavee: “D... does it look that weird...?”

[ Pikavee is now wearing a tuxedo. This will wear off after some time. ]

[almea]

The Stellaron Hunters are so dangerous because they gave us one scene with two of them in it and I had such a hard time sleeping after playing through it the night the update came out because I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Thank you to the Firefly/Blade scene for confirming to me that the other Stellaron Hunters know about Firefly and that it's possible for her to spend time outside of Sam, even if it seems to take a toll on her. I figured they knew about her, but there was still the possibility that it was a secret she was keeping.

I love that Firefly also got a snazzy outfit for the Jepella rebellion. It's so fun that the Stellaron Hunters sometimes all dress up for their missions.

Blade having a driver's license is SO FUNNY. They're a bunch of space criminals with bounties, but of course he has a driver's license. Why wouldn't he have one? He can't break the law by driving without a license. It also implies there's some kind of universal driver's license because I refuse to believe they came to this planet to cause a rebellion and they were like "Blade's gonna need to drive at some point, so let's go through the process of getting him a license."

Actually, is his driver's license even real? Like, I simply cannot imagine Blade sitting through driving lessons to get it. Did some poor space DMV worker just give Blade a driver's license because it wasn't worth their life to say no to a man with an 8 billion credit bounty? Did Kafka spirit whisper them into doing it? The logistics of Blade having a driver's license is truly the funniest thing they introduced to the game without drawing much attention to it, I'm going to be thinking about this forever.

I don't know if it's funnier for him to have a real driver's license, or to have a fake one and tell Firefly about it as if it's a real one.

Firefly and Blade's dynamic is just as surprisingly kind as the others we've seen between the Stellaron Hunters so far. I say "surprisingly" even though it's actually not surprising given what we've already seen of how they interact with each other, but it's always surprising to me because I keep worrying that I somehow deluded myself into believing they care about each other because that's what I want to be true even though the game keeps saying "No, no, it's really true. They do care."

I'm soooo excited for Firefly to come out because I want to see what her voice lines for the other Stellaron Hunters are. And I really want them to give the other rest of them new voice lines about Firefly to go with the ones they already have about Sam. Please, Firefly wants to be seen as just Firefly, it's what she deserves.

I love the mention that Firefly and Blade are used to sitting in comfortable silence together. It seems Firefly and Blade are the quieter ones of the Stellaron Hunters, Firefly at least partially due to how she seems so tired when she doesn't have Sam activated if the way she acts in the dream is any indication, while Kafka and Silver Wolf are the louder, pushier ones. Which really makes sense with the way the usual dynamics between the og Stellaron Hunter trio is Kafka and Silver Wolf playfully messing with Blade.

It's so cute that Blade humours her complaints about being driven by someone who's sleep-deprived and Firefly gently teases him about being so serious. It's such a small thing that shows they are comfortable around each other.

The insights we got on Firefly's deal in her conversation with Blade really tugged on my heart. I remember seeing someone say Blade used to have a different "About Sam" that was something like he seeks death while Sam seeks life, and I don't know whether that's true or not, but I love that the life Firefly seeks isn't necessarily prolonging her life but just the life she lived as Firefly being how she leaves her mark in the world.

I'm a bit disappointed by how little Firefly got in this version when her reveal was one of the cliffhangers of 2.1, though I did love her telling Sunday he didn't have the right to decide she was someone weak who needs to be protected, but I'm hopeful that she'll get more in 2.3 since that's when she actually comes out. Like, Acheron said Firefly was the one who found the Express and explained what was going on to them and she had to experience a real "death" to wake up from the dream, and it all happened off screen. Aventurine said Acheron killed Duke Inferno in 2.0 and there was a lot of complaints about it happening off screen, but we did end up seeing Duke Inferno's last moments in 2.1, so like. It's still possible to get more into Firefly's second and third "deaths" in 2.3. I do get why they didn't show it in 2.2 when there were a million things happening in the last hour or two of the story.

I'm here for the Silver Wolf crumbs even if she doesn't appear in this version. I love knowing she's close enough to Firefly that Firefly told her about what's in her script, and the Stellaron Hunters as a whole are close enough that Silver Wolf talked with Blade about it and Firefly knew someone would have told Blade about her three "deaths" already.

Silver Wolf being listed as a cameo in the credits was an attack on me because I just want to see my girl again!!! It's been AN ENTIRE YEAR. She's been gone from the main story since THE PROLOGUE. They didn't have to rub it in my face that she only got a cameo lmao. And not even a cameo where you get to actually SEE her like Topaz's. This is what I get for loving a character who can do her job very effectively from off screen.

When we first arrived in Dreamflux Reef, I realized I never compared Kafka and Firefly's heights during 2.0 so I finally did it and oh my god Kafka is only the tiniest bit taller than Firefly lmao. I keep thinking Firefly is shorter than she actually is and I think it's because she looks so small in the selfie. And then Silver Wolf is so tiny that I'm pretty sure the top of her head doesn't even reach the top of Kafka and Firefly's shoulders.

I also recently realized Silver Wolf, Firefly, and Blade all have ombre hair and I'm a little sad Kafka doesn't have it too. It would have been so cute if they all had it.

The voice narrating the summary of what happened in Penacony at the end sounds like it could be Elio, it has the Vibes I would expect from him, so that could be exciting for future developments.

Also, the summary says this all happened in the first year of the Amber Era, and I remember seeing someone say Qlipoth started a new Amber Era when they gazed at Stelle and I don't know if it says that anywhere in the game because there's just so much text, but oh my god, is that actually true? Did Stelle deciding she would fight to preserve Jarilo-VI really mark the start of an Amber Era?

[miracleweaponhunt]

Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 47: The Rubber Thief Experience

"So just look out for questions that could have a second meaning the press could use, and you'll probably be fine. Not that the guys here would ask you something like that anyway."

Julian sat across from Cassandra in their hotel room, giving her pointers on how her interview should go with the Fightston news. It was so late that she didn't have a lot of time to get ready. Roxanne tried styling her hair, but had never done much with it before. Not to mention how knotted and generally unkempt it was.

"Okay, when did you last wash your hair?" Roxanne asked, dreading both the answer and the possibility of a dead bug inside it.

"Look, it's been a long day, okay?"

"Got it." Roxanne nodded, screaming internally that she didn't give a number. But she persisted through the maze.

"Okay. How do I look?" Cassandra asked.

"Really good. Probably." Julian said assertively.

"What do you mean probably? I thought your eye was fixed."

"I said it was better. My vision is still blurry and they'll bitch at me if I put the other one back in, but I'll probably make you out on the show."

Roxanne's phone buzzed, and Willow was asking questions.

'Yo is cass redy?'

'I dont think u need a dress ot anyting shes probsb fine now'

'She's just finishing up.' Roxanne texted back, shooing Cassandra out of the door.

Cassandra followed a staffer to the studio where the show was being filmed. The Para-more studios, where the show 'Rubber Thief Experience' was being filmed. Willow and Capri were already waiting outside, neither looking particularly interested.

"Am I late?" She asked.

"Not as late as Cheng. Wherever he is." Willow replied.

Like magic, Cheng appeared in front of the three. While the girls were dressed in the same attire as usual, Cheng was decked out in a snazzy suit, complete with a bright blue Orchid in the centre of his chest. And as usual, he was beaming to himself.

"Ah, it's so good to see you. You guys nervous, actually?"

"Nah." Willow replied.

"Used to it." Capri added.

"I'll probably adjust fine." Cassandra said with a dismissive wave of the hand.

"Yes, you probably will. But anyway, please let me know if I start getting too boring, or annoying, or…generally bothersome, will you?"

"Sure." Capri said with a thumbs up.

"Finalists, you're wanted in five."

The four made their way through the busy studios, following Capri's instructions to the RTE. They entered a dark studio, being prompted by those inside to sit on four stools besides the set, a desk for the host. Behind them was a backdrop of a brick wall, with spraypaint of a guy with a plastic bag over his head riding a horse. It looked the furthest thing from professional, the host probably did that himself. But if the art was anything to go by, the tone seemed casual, so that was good.

Suddenly, lights started flashing around them. Spotlights flashing around the arena, with the main one shining on the host. Time for the show to begin.

Jaunty music began playing around them as the host, a man dressed in a smart suit and a plastic shopping bag on his head waved to the cameras, sitting down on his desk.

"Alright, everyone, welcome to the show! It's time for Big Man Rubber, and with me are the four remaining players in this years Fightston games. We got Cassandra Torres, Cheng Tse, Capri Sious, and Willow Vananna!"

Applause of dubious authenticity filled the room. Cassandra tried to focus on the host over it all. His nasally accent didn't sound like something from Fightston, more something from Saoloro.

"Now, we know the guests might not know the score, so here's how we're doing this, right? Our viewers are gonna ask each of you some questions, and you get to answer them? Got it?"

"Sounds delightful." Cheng replied almost immediately, nodding so hard his head looked at risk at falling off.

"Alright, excellent." Rubber replied, not acknowleding whatever he was doing. "This first one's for the four of you. Who would you rather go up against in the final round? Cassandra, we start with you."

"Well, I guess I'd say Willow." Cassandra said. "I already know her, and her fighting skills have been shown to be impressive."

"Ah yeah, you were in Vannana a while back." Rubber nodded. "Cheng, your turn."

"Well, both options seem great. But I think that Capri would be fun, as a thematic parallel. A sort of light against darkness motif, if you catch my drift."

"I see, makes sense." Rubber replied, nodding slowly. "You think Capri could shrink your…abilities?"

"I'd be interested in finding out." Cheng laughed.

"And Miss Capri, do you share the sentiment of wanting to fight Mr. Cheng?"

"I'll be honest, Mr. Rubber. I don't really." Capri sighed. The most upbeat sigh Cassandra ever heard, but still a sigh. "I'm telling you, nothing against Cheng. But I came on to provide an uplifting performance, and doing that with Cassandra would be way easier than with him. No offence, but what happened with Julian's eye was messed up."

"No, no, I understand. My powers aren't exactly suited for a circus, I understand that."

"A gracious response. Willow?"

"Cassandra. Same reasons she said." Willow said slowly.

"Alright, alright." Rubber nodded. There was a rhythm to his nods, he was either feeling the atmosphere or desperately trying to inject something into it. "Next question, and the one the viewers want the most. What are you doing with the prize? Cassandra?"

"Well, fighting the legion." Cassandra answered bluntly. "I mean, I already have the Sandala axe, so I'd just be continuing the fight."

An applause sound effect played above her. She nailed that question.

"To be honest, I'm not sure." Cheng replied, rubbing his chin. "I think it would look nice, but I don't think I have the fortitude to take the fight to the legion."

"Well, why not?"

"First off, the others here are in teams. I could see myself joining one, but I could see the risks that would run, like my opponent in the last round. And if I went solo, then I could bleed out and die from one intensive fight!"

"You make some fair points." Rubber nodded slowly. "Capri?"

"I'd fight the Legion, obviously!" Capri answered. "After all, that can clone, and I can change it's size. So if it can clone things besides itself, then maybe I could clone anything! Like me!

"Sounds like an idea, anyway. Willow?"

"I guess I'd give it back? I mean, I have a weapon at home, so bringing it back there or my next destination just paints a target on my back, and I'd really rather not be dealing with that."

"Well, did you hear about the spear of Vannana going missing recently?" Rubber asked, leaning into his desk oh so casually.

Willow leaned back in her chair, her eyes darting around the studio.

"I…have not."

"Weird. Because the Legion seemed to have left a note, which a certain lady has provided me with. To quote. 'borrowed the spear. love, Willow and Zach.' and it seems to be in your handwriting."

"Wow, those Legion people, trying to frame Zach? Wild. Especially considering, you know…that thing you guys went through twenty five years ago. Wild."

Rubber just ignored her. "Well folks, it's time for our special guest."

A screen above them turned on, and inside were Zach and Freyja. Freyja was already berating Zach while trying her best to look professional in the small studio. Zach was clearly trying not to laugh at how funny the whole thing was.

"Willow? Willow, is that you?"

"You're live to the skies, miss!" Rubber said casually, leaning back and putting his feet on his desk.

"Willow! Why did you and Zach take the spear without telling anyone?"

"She told me." Zach replied with a shrug, resulting in the laugh track going mental with this top tier comedy.

Freyja looked in fury. "Willow, once I pull you out of this, you are going to pay for the panic you caused-"

The screen turned to black.

"We'll let her collect you after the show." Rubber said casually. "Last question for you lot. How are you handling the Legion?"

"What do you mean?" Cassandra asked. She sat up straight, tried playing it straight.

"I mean, how should we go about with Legion members. Because if I recall, miss Cassandra, you killed a couple of them when saving Inariu."

"I did, yeah." Cassandra sighed. She looked around the studio for a second.

"Look, all I'm saying is…maybe some Legion members could be made into better people?"

Rubber leaned in, while the other three guests turned their gazes to her.

"Go on." Rubber nodded. The nod seemed trustworthy enough. Cassandra tried to cut through the stares and continue her point.

"I mean…if all the Legion members get taken in as children and brainwashed, then surely they can be convinced to return to the Skyspace?"

"And how do you propose we do that?"

Cassandra shifted her gaze to Willow's voice, her eyes burning with enough intensity to melt ice.

"Well, if we…forgive their crimes, then we can work towards letting them integrate. Besides, they have secrets, right? So I think that letting them in would be a good idea."

"So what about the ones that killed Marcel?"

"Well, murderers should be investigated, obviously! But some people there don't want to kill people! Look, the people who broke Roxanne's leg were hoping she'd survive, so clearly some don't like where they are!"

"Okay? They could have let Roxanne live just to get off easy while another crime is pulled off, like, you know, the murder of Marcel?!"

"They should be punished, not all of them?"

"So what, the people who helped orchestrate the murder?"

"You aren't listening!"

An air horn blared through the studio, which Rubber held as the lights went out.

"Thanks for the show, everyone. But if you could take this debate somewhere else, that would be lovely."

Willow gave a death stare to Cassandra as she left. Capri sighed as she hopped off her chair to follow. Cassandra waited a few minutes and stepped out of the studio, with Cheng following.

"Hey, Cassandra?" He asked, his voice wavering ever so slightly."

"What?"

"What you said back there…thanks. I don't think that coming from a bad background guarantees you'll be a bad person. I mean, everyone thinks I'm a creep, but I think I'm okay."

"Could have backed me up." Cassandra answered back, not turning to face him.

"Well, it's scary being the unpopular one. But I get why Willow would think like that. After all, she was chosen by bloodline to be the best, allegedly."

"I guess she was." Cassandra sighed.

"Say, you don't think that's right, do you? The whole monarchy thing this place and Vannana have."

"Why are you asking this now?"

"Well, you are pretty important now. So I thought your opinion would be interesting."

Cassandra finally turned around, tired and ready to snap at whatever question he had next.

"Just what are you?"

Cheng put his hands to his face in a surrender position. His gauze eyepatch still fresh.

"Just a guy drifting through these crazy skies."

Cassandra didn't respond. She just went back to the hotel, picking up the pace to lose him. Cheng didn't seem to try to keep up.

When Cassandra got back to her room, Julian was waiting on his bed, watching a rerun of the show. His glass eye was back inside him. They looked at each other for a second in silence.

"Well, I liked your points." He said casually, turning the TV off.

Cassandra flopped onto her bed face first, screaming into the bedsheets. Her phone vibrated against the sheets, and she looked to the message.

Willow.

'do u really think wut u sed bk dere?'

'Yeah whats ur idea?' Cassandra responded.

'kill em no mercy.'

A million responses rushed through Cassandra's phone as she gripped it. Some of them stemming from what Cheng said. What gave her the right to dictate an entire group of people in a bad situation? Being born in the right family? She closed the phone and lay down to get some sleep, and Julian lay next to her.

"Cyberstalker?" Julian asked.

"Willow."

"Ah." Julian sighed. "Well, she'll probably be in a better headspace when she gets over Marcel."

"Okay, but-"

"But nothing. If you were at some point part of the Legion, then you're already doing a great job at proving your point. Now get some sleep, you gotta avenge me tomorrow."

Julian turned around to get some shut-eye. Cassandra stared at the ceiling.

Whatever came next, she'd be fine.

Right?

[exquizite-gemzs]

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[drsenkustone]

Dance Partner (Senku x Reader)

A/N: Just a little drabble since I haven’t written anything for almost 5 months T_T Covid crap has taken a lot of spirit out of me. But please enjoy!

Ship: Senku x Reader Anime: Dr. Stone Rate: PG Warnings: None (Somewhat AU, if the stone age didn’t happen, they all still in high school.) ____________________________________________________

You stared at Yuzuriha before taking a bite of your sandwich, in shock to what she just suggested. You two were sitting together at a picnic table outside the school enjoying your lunch until she said those words that made your cheeks turn pink.

“You can’t be serious…?” You asked.

“Of course I am!” She smiled, tapping your hand lightly in comfort. Even in your disbelief, you still went back to eating. “You’re coming to the dance and need a date and Senku will need one too! You should ask him to go with you, even as friends.”

“Senku is going because they asked him for tech support, not because he wants to dance,” you rebutted. “He’s not the type to dance either, it makes sense. Besides, no body NEEDS to have a date, it’s just something peer pressure does.”

“Okay, forget the date part. I think he would dance with you, I think there’s a part of him that treats you a little bit different from everyone else.” Her words had your heart race in excitement, but you didn’t want to believe a possible lie. “But no matter that, I know how you feel about him, (y/n),~ and you should confront those feelings” she stated, glancing up to see the loud child Taiju heading over with Senku in tail, both carrying lunches. She glanced back to you.

“Don’t even…” you warned, earning a giggle from her.

“I won’t…but at the dance, you should at least ask him to dance.”

“I never said I was going!” You huffed quickly before the boys got to the table to join lunch.

You glanced down at yourself in the mirror of home, dressed in one of your finer dresses. It was a deep navy blue with some tints of glitter lightly placed through a mesh overlay. The top fit as a halter and the dress ended above your knees. You added simple black short heels (since high heels hurt horribly on any occasion) and a white, clean jacket to keep you warm. Yuzuriha was a great talker when she wanted to be, you couldn’t believe you were going to this event.

At arriving at the school, you entered the loud cafeteria, running at least a half hour late to the event. Many students were partying to the beat or drinking or snacking, it seemed like fun. That’s when Yuzuriha and Taiju snuck up on you from behind and you let out a small gasp at their cheers.

“Ahhaa! You really did come (y/n)!” Taiju cheered, looking snazzy in his chocolate brown tuxedo, bow tie and all. Yuzuriha seemed to try to match, wearing a chocolate brown dress, it was really cute couple things you didn’t understand.

“Well…she kind of bullied me,” you teased Yuzuriha, earning a grin from the latter.

“You’ll have fun, we’re all here and can dance together! And Senku’s here too!” She smiled and pointed up to the tech booth on the side of the cafeteria. Your eyes automatically followed, seeing the spikey haired man talking to another tech squad on the platform. You didn’t even consider that Senku would dress up a bit too- he was wearing a smile black and white tuxedo, tie done properly and his eyes glowing in the lights. You felt your heart skip a beat watching him work. “C’mon, let’s go!” Yuzuriha interrupted your thoughts and the couple dragged you onto the dance floor.

As you figured, over the time, your feet grew tired and you sat yourself out during a couple high energy songs and now they played some slow, romantic songs. It was nice seeing two of your best friends so happy in each others arms, they really seemed to be made for each other.

“You jealous?” You glanced up at the voice besides you to see Senku suddenly sitting next to you at the table. You knew he looked handsome from afar but up close felt very threatening to your heart. You huffed at his comment, trying to hold your heartbeat in your chest.

“No…I’m just happy for them, that’s all” you responded, looking back to your friends, Senku’s eyes doing the same. You were happy for them, that wasn’t a lie…but you couldn’t help but picture that being Senku and you. Him holding you close around the waist, your arms over his shoulders staring into each others soul. The idea felt so nice…

“Senku?...” He looked over to you, his ruby red orbs meeting your (e/c) ones. You had to be brave like Yuzuriha said, otherwise you’d be dreaming forever. You choked down the frog in your throat. “Do…do you want to dance..with me?” You tried to keep eye contact, it was so hard. He was the one that broke it and looked down to the floor. It seemed like he had a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry (y/n), I don’t dance.” He responded somewhat solemnly, refusing to look back up to you. You also stared at the ground now, biting your bottom lip to hold back what felt like tears on the edge of your eyes. You knew that was going to be his answer…you were just hoping you’d be the one above that answer…the only one he would dance with.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you were able to say and stood up. “I have to head to the ladies room, excuse me,” you muttered and respectfully walked away. No matter what, the last thing you wanted was to make your friendship awkward. Senku probably thought it was a simple offering, but it held more to you, you just needed to let some of it out alone. Little did you know, Senku sighed softly before going back up to the platform, he couldn’t do it.

Eventually, Yuzuriha found you camping out in the restroom and was there to provide some comfort. She got you to dance with her and Taiju for some more fun songs, but your heart wasn’t in it. It wasn’t much longer until students start to leave, the dance floor becoming more empty. Soon, all the students were gone besides a few to clean up, including your trio. You went over to grab your coat when the tables and floors were good before Taiju had grabbed your hands.

“(Y/n)!” he yelled, causing you to wince a bit, but you were use to it. “I..I have something I need you to do before you go!”

“You do?” He nodded vigorously. “What is it?” He quickly covered your eyes with your own hands and proceeded to guide you somewhere.

“Keep your hands on your eyes til I say! It’s a surprise!” Taiju instructed while you two walked.

“Didn’t you just say you needed me to do something? How can I do it if I’m blind?”

Taiju bit his lip, “Uhh, well you’ll do it when I show you!” he grinned, you could basically hear his grin. Eventually, the two of you came to a stop and he let go of your shoulders by which he was guiding you. “Okay, so count down from three and then remove your hands!”

You sighed softly. “Three…two…one.” When you dropped your hands, you saw Senku standing in front of you, a soft smile on his lips and his red ruby eyes large. “S-senku?” You questioned and then noticed you were STILL in the cafeteria, but the lights were darker and soft, no one else was in the room and the doors were closed. You looked at him in confusion.

“I’m no dancer, whether separated or partnered,” he stated, taking a step closer to you and offering a hand. “But I am your friend, I want to be there for you.” He stared directly into your eyes, and you weren’t sure if you were more hurt by his words, or happier. Regardless, you took his offered hand and stepped closer to him. His other hand, seeming to hold a remote, clicked a button before putting it in his pocket, and a slow, romantic lullaby began to play.

He put his hands around your waist, connecting them at the back. It was awkward, he wasn’t the physical touch kind of person. You rested your hands over his shoulders and connected behind his head, and the two of you began to sway side to side, seeming like a good start. You felt over the quiet time, his arms became more relaxed holding you. It wasn’t until you spoke that either of you realized you had been staring each other in the eyes the whole time.

“Senku…” you began, voice as soft as a cloud. “I want to know…if you can be there for me more…than just a friend.” It took so much courage for you to say that. Being you don’t know why he was here right now, dancing with you alone in the cafeteria.

“From what Taiju has told me, I need some time,” he replied, voice almost equally as soft. “I think with time…I can be…just like this dance.” His cheeks grew a tint of red while he watched your reaction. Your eyes were widened by his words, your own cheeks flushing and a smile trying to pry onto your lips, somewhat successfully.

“So..you’re saying..this dance…?”

“…It’s hard for me to do this in general, to be close to someone on this level. But I considered with a little help from two lovebirds, maybe there was another option.”

“You thought of all this for me?” You watched Senku nodded shyly.

“I just need time…” he repeated softly, closing his eyes and dropping his head a bit.

“Take all of it you need Senku, I will wait for you,” you dropped your head slightly too, both heads resting against each other while dancing slowly to the song.

[socheckitout-mikey]

This maybe kind of a dumb question, but say one of the greasers were to get married, what would everyone wear and how would everyone act?!

heya birdie! this isn’t a dumb question at all, but i had to really think about it. thanks for requesting it tho! my best friend @brideofcthulhu10 helped me with this one as i was stuck. so go show her some love, tho she writes for The Lost Boys! (: i hope you enjoy what i’ve written bc it’s a right mess! - mae

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One of the Gang Getting Married Hc’s:

° Alrighty, let’s be real, it’s either Sodapop or Steve who’s getting married first.

° Just bc Johnny’s too afraid to speak to girls after the whole Sylvia ordeal. Though he’d be a likely candidate if he found someone real swell!

° Two-bit seems like another likely candidate, though, in my personal opinion, he doesn’t seem to be incredibly serious about Kathy or likely to be the type to be serious and settle down any time soon. He’s definitely the flirtatious type and doesn’t take relationships too seriously, which is just Two-bit: Though I don’t think he’s the type to flirt and mess around with other girls out of being malicious, he just seems to be the type to not adhere himself to things like Sodapop or Steve. But with the right person, he’s serious.

° Dally is definitely out of the question, particularly at the moment. I doubt he’s looking to be tied down by anyone any time soon and the thought probably freaks him out a little. Though, that’s just my own personal opinion. To me, he just doesn’t seem like the marrying type, especially not atm.

° Pony’s just too young and awkward. I view him as the baby still, no matter how old he’d be. I’m not even going into more detail lol.

° And poor old Darry! He’s so busy and tired, there’s no damn time for him to look into dating! Even though he’d be psyched to if he could. But he never thinks about that sorta stuff because Darry’s a busy, grouchy man; and rightly so!

° I believe that Steve would be one of the first to marry because of the fact that him and Evie seemed to be quite serious in the book from what I understood. They’ve got a relationship that’s clearly going strong, and it must’ve lasted for awhile since at one point he got arrested and she cried about it, staying faithful. She also seems to be someone that Soda and the other’s get along with.

° But for this piece, I’m choosing Sodapop! Now, I know y’all will be thinking that he’d have some major trust issues after Sandy, and you’re honestly not wrong. He would!

° However, I think that Soda deserves a lucky break and for something to go right for him for once! So, let’s say he’s met his soulmate and everything’s just gone all swell! He’s popped the question in the most thoughtful and romantic way possible, bc it’s our Soda we’re talkin’ about!

° He’s gonna be nervous asf and Steve’s the one to calm him down bc let’s face it, he’s his best man! The little pep talks that’ll happen before it oh my gosh!

° Soda and the other boys are pretty casual, and honestly, I’m leaning towards it just being a smaller wedding. Sodapop wants people that you both love there: Nothing to spoil the event, and quite frankly, it goes perfect.

° The wedding probably occurs in a small local church if that’s what you guys have decided, but afterwards, you guys would probably have drinks and food back at the house, where everyone’s dressed a little more fancier than usual.

° Or the wedding is a small one in your backyard, but it’s still just as special.

° I note this just because they’re greasers and they don’t have much, but they know how to have fun and how to make this day special. It’s about the feeling, not about the material grandness of the day!

° At least that’s what you keep reassuring Soda with, because you can tell he feels a little guilty about not being able to give you what a Soc could. But that’s not why you’re marrying him, right? You’re marrying him because you both bring out the best in each other!

° Well, during the wedding, there was a lot of hollering and grinning from the boys, something that was making Soda blush up a storm!

° I mean, even Dally and Two-bit are taking it seriously. The pair dressed up as snazzy as they could, joking that they’re looking as fine as ever to take away the beautiful bride!

° Darry may or may not have had to hold Sodapop back from launching cake at them both.

° Ponyboy’s grinning from ear to ear! He’s geeking out so hard because he loves you to pieces and he’s never had a sister: So having you be more of a prominent figure in his life is going to make him really happy!

° Darry’s just so happy that there’s someone to calm Soda down and settle him out: Keep his head right on his shoulders. If that’s not the case, he’s happy that Soda’s got someone just as nuts as him! Though, he feels horrible for you because of all the experimentation that you’ll encounter within regards to food.

° Steve loves you big time! He’s gonna miss his best friend, but he’s happy that he’s marrying someone so understanding and amazing. You also get on very well with Evie which is a bonus!

° Johnny’s the first to get a dance with you after Soda, and he’s blushing the whole time. You’re probably the only girl that he talks to, but obviously not in that sense. He likes you so much because you’re always getting him candy and giving him a good cooked meal, a listening ear and comfort. He thinks you’re a really sweet girl and suit Soda.

° Dallas is happy for his buddy. Although married life isn’t too much his style, he’s happy to see Sodapop finally catch a break with someone who’ll treat him right. He constantly jokes that he’s gonna pick you up and it bugs Soda a lot but Dally’s only joking.

° Two-bit’s a people person, so he gels along with you quite well and makes you laugh so hard. You also make Two-bit laugh a lot. You’re both practically joined to the hip! Two-bit’s always flirting with you, but he flirts with just about anyone.

° Definitely the one who offered to elope to Mexico with you and got a curt smack to the back of his head by Darry!

° Alright, so the gang got you a really terrible fake gift for your married life which made you two end up laughing once they brought out the real thing. It was something practical and pretty expensive since they’d all pitched in to get you guys something good because you both deserve it. Soda cried like a baby!

° There’s a ton of dancing and it’s kinda cringe. The gang dancing together makes Ponyboy and Johnny want to crawl under the floorboards like; “OH MY GOD SODA STOP DANCING LIKE DAD!”

° Darry even dances and ya boii sweeps you off your feet and you’re kinda gobsmacked because who’s switched him out for the alien?!

° Idk what else to say really, they’re all just happy for you both! The gang won’t make anything dramatic, and any drama that does occur, it’s quick to be laughed over bc they’re all pretty laid back. They wouldn’t really let anyone else shit talk you guys.

° Besides, Two-bit’s there and able to diffuse any odd tension with a joke.

° It’s the best day/night of your lives.

° Y’all got so drunk oh my god.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[p-artsypants]

Hey! For your WIP challenge, how about the word "handprints"? 🖐🏻

Wow! No handprints! But....

With a metallic clunk, the doors slid closed. A rumbling drone of the lift began to hum.

Marinette just stared as her secret crush awkwardly tried to be interested in the corrugated, elevator floor. She could feel the sweat dripping down her forehead.

Not like this, She pleaded, Not like this.

Adrien tried to fill the silence, “Sorry… I, uh… was just trying to give you the key.”

Marinette nodded understandingly, or maybe it was a spasm. It was getting hard to tell.

Adrien saw the movement, and smiled weakly, “Probably should’ve just let you go, huh? That’s what I get for being helpful”

It was moments like this that Marinette couldn’t wrap her head around. How many times had she dreamed of being trapped in a confined space with this boy, only to achieve it under the worst possible circumstances. It’d be a shame to let it go to waste. After all, he had honestly tried to help her out.

“N-no thank you,” she stammered as her intestines did a dance routine, “I’d be stuck if you hadn’t come”

He beamed, obviously pleased at her gratification. God, he was so easy to please. Like a dog with a sock, it didn’t take much to keep him going. Marinette looked for something else to compliment about him. Maybe she could salvage this train wreck after all.

“I, uh… like your socks.” she mused, nodded her head toward some peculiar black and green socks with paw prints. That had a strange familiarity to them that she couldn’t place.

Adrien glanced down at his socks, and sharply inhaled as he remembered that he got dressed in the dark this morning. Apparently he had worn the snazzy Christmas socks that Ladybug had gifted to Chat Noir. It was a fond ordeal, one neither of the two had coordinated, but surprised each other nonetheless. He had given her a novelty ladybug handbag with extra pockets to ‘hold all the naughty thoughts she had for him.’ They shared a laugh. It was a good time.

But he couldn’t tell Marinette.

[theninjamouse]

3, 12, 40? With the shoregrillster trio? In any combination you like

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

40. A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

This is going under a cut because one, it got hecking long and two, it got mildly SPICY. Nothing explicit but you have been warned

Parties are....they’re supposed to be at least a little fun, right?

When it was announced that Gaster’s work on a new environment friendly, cost effective and all around sick public transportation design had been accepted by the city council, there was also the call to a party to celebrate the occasion. You’re beyond happy for Gaster, for his accomplishments in finally getting more steps taken to integrate monster magic into human technology on a world changing scale.

But holy crap, this party is boring.

Calling it a party at all is being generous. It’s just an excuse for people of ‘classier’ society to act like they’re taking part in something grand and to show off how fancy they are by sipping at cocktails and standing around pretending to care about what the other party goers bring up for conversation. But it is an important part of getting full funding for the project, as well as schmoozing up to anyone who might open up lanes for future development, so here you all are.

The majority people here are humans that you don’t recognize in the slightest aside from the occasional ‘oh it’s...that guy. Yeah’. There are a handful of monsters from the science and tech division all involved on the project. They’re mostly keeping to themselves, nervously socializing as little as possible.

Sans was here at some point. You don’t doubt he’s snuck off to find a corner to snooze in, if he hasn’t left the party outright at this point.

Lucky jerk.

However, you will admit, there is an upside to this whole thing. Gaster is not usually one to dress up. At least, not in any level aside from his beloved lab coat that you highly doubt contains more than a scrap of the original material thanks to all the repairs that have had to be done on it.

He’s been talked out of the lab coat and is instead wearing an utterly dashing three piece suit of the deepest purple you’ve ever seen captured by fabric. From the distance between where you’re leaning up against a pillar to rest your feet and him being caught in a circle of engineering heads pelting him with questions, the suit looks black until he shifts and the light catches the lines of shimmering purple.

You sip appreciatively at your drink, eyes taking in the way the suit fits his skeletal frame. Perhaps the night won’t be so boring after all.

“He cleans up really good,” you muse as the air to your left grows warm. “Almost makes the feral cat fuss he made about getting in the suit worth it.”

“Says you; I had to actually drag him out of bed while you were in the shower. He actually tore holes in my sheets.” Grillby leans against the wall as well, offering you a plate of ‘fancy people food’ he snagged from one of the wandering waiters.

Ah, you were wondering about those. You take a piece, not exactly sure what the heck it even is and pop it in your mouth. Your expression twists. “How is it that rich people food always looks so good but tastes like sour air and dried regret?”

“I’m still working that out myself.” Grillby finishes off the plate and sighs.

You shift your gaze to Grillby. He too is dressed to the nines, with a deep red button up, a black and gold trimmed waistcoat and matching tie. He always looks good of course but damn if his snazzy outfit isn’t making the worst kind of butterflies flutter in your belly.

“I’ll make us something actually substantial when we get home,” he continues, oblivious to your less than pure gaze skimming over him.

“If Gaster hasn’t imploded by that point.” The poor guy is fidgeting like crazy. It’s difficult for him to be around so much noise and fuss, this you know from experience.

Grillby looks at you, gaze sharpening a bit as his eyes trail over your outfit. Said outfit for the night is a deep blue one piece, sleeveless suit dress. The smooth material hugs your frame just enough to offer a hint at the form underneath and is blanketed by a sheer capelet that rests over your bare shoulders and gathers together at your waist with a thick belt.

The intensity of Grillby’s staring sends a delightful thrill of heat up your spine. “I guess I clean up alright too,” you murmur, brows lifting teasingly.

“’Nice’ is not quite the word I’d use.” He’s moved closer, plate of food discarded and hand rising to rest rather low on your hip. “Ravishing. Tempting. Something like that.” His head has tilted down, eyes fixated on your mouth.

You pull a goofy face at him, because if you don’t, you’re pretty sure your face will burst under the growing blush in your cheeks. “That’s me, the ultimate temptation.”

He’s not deterred by your teasing. He merely glances around just enough to see if anyone is currently looking your way before his grip tightens and he presses a warm kiss to your lips. It’s soft and gentle and a smile easily comes to your face as you kiss him chastely back.

Then-oh his mouth opens, and you quite forget about your boredom and the fact that your feet are killing you and the taste of bland rich people food on your tongue because Grillby tastes so much better. Your hands rise, gripping the edges of his waistcoat, pulling him closer to you and he makes a sound deep in his throat that urges your mouth to move faster, go deeper-

A laugh rings out, clear and far too close and Grillby jumps like he’s been shocked, pulling away with an eruption of blue over his face. Both of you guiltily look over towards the noise but it would seem that it was just someone laughing at a point in conversation. No one is staring in aghast mortification at the social faux pas.

A little breathlessly, you giggle. “Wow, how scandalous of you. We’re out in the open and everything.”

He shoots you a heated look. “You kissed me back.”

“You used tongue, you cheater!”

He flushes a brighter blue, but you can’t help but notice that his hand remains firmly on your hip. This isn’t fair, stupid party, stupid crowd….

An idea sparks in your heat addled brain. A dumb idea but, well, you’re rather past the point of caring too much.

You press up closer to him again, eyes darting out over the crowd for the briefest moment. You dance your fingers up his buttons. “Why don’t we go rescue Gaster? I think we could all use a... social recharging?”

He blinks and the soft “oh” that escapes him when he realizes what you’re getting at gets your ears burning.

But he doesn’t say no. In fact, he simply nods quickly, steps back and offers you his arm, which you gratefully take. Heels suck and your ankles are not pleased with you. “You want to take the lead?”

“Absolutely,” you say with only a touch of a manic grin actually reaching your face.

Gaster looks on the verge of whipping into a ranting frenzy or throwing an actual punch as the two of you approach. The human speaking to him is going on about engine semantics or something. Incorrectly, going by the promise of violence glinting in Gaster’s eye sockets.

“Pardon me,” you say with syrupy sweetness, cutting off the man speaking. All heads turn, faces going blank with subdued irritation at the interruption. “I need to borrow the good doctor for a bit. Doctor Gaster?”

Gaster inclines his head. “Excuse me,” he says with the sincerity of a child apologizing for stealing cookies. You swap to hold onto his arm and let him sweep you out of the ballroom, Grillby following on your heels.

“You are an angel,” Gaster groans. “Those imbeciles were trying to convince me to add in ‘a profitable angle’ to the design. Pigs.”

“I think that’s an insult to pigs.” You carefully look him over. “Are you holding up okay?”

He sighs heavily, coming to a stop out in the hallway where the only person present is a coat attendant lost in a book.

“Objectively, yes” he says, rubbing at his skull. “I just wish Asgore did not insist on me staying and playing nice with these people.”

“Sounds like it’s just been a big pain.”

Grillby tugs on your arm.

“It is!” Gaster proclaims, sweeping his free arm back towards the ballroom. “Vultures! Well…most of them are, there was actually a rather fascinating young man who had his facts mixed up but the core of his idea was not a bad one—”

Grillby tugs harder.

“Mmhm,” you hum, raising your eyebrows at Grillby. Just because you can, you let your tongue dart out over your lips for the briefest of moments.

He looks as frustrated as a fire could possibly be. Were the coat attendant not glancing up over the edge of his book, he probably would have scooped the two of you up and gone to work right there.

“Uh, is something wrong?” Gaster, finally noticing the agitated flick of Grillby’s flames, looks between the two of you.

“Well, we’re both kind of…hmm, how to be nice about it…bored? Sorry,” you pat Gaster’s arm. “I know it’s your special night.”

“That’s fine, I’m quite bored myself,” Gaster says dryly.

“Oh perfect!” you chirp brightly. You glance to Grillby and smile slyly. “We had a thought about how to recharge our batteries. As it were.”

Not for the first time, Gaster displays an impressive ability to give the look of raising eyebrows without any actual, yanno, eyebrows. “Do tell?”

“It’s not really a tell so much as a show-oop!”

Grillby’s run out of patience. His hands land on both yours and Gaster’s backs, urging you forward and down the hall. The coat attendant is very pointedly Not Looking as you pass by. Grillby must have done recon or something when you first got here because he seems to know exactly where he’s heading. He takes you down a small flight of stairs and round a corner that leads to a small room that’s empty save for a few boxes stacked against one wall and some unused furniture.

And just your luck, it’s unlocked.

Going by the rising purple on Gaster’s face, he’s caught on to what exactly your ‘recharging’ idea is. “Uh-um, yes I—”

“I didn’t have much of a chance to say it earlier.” Your arm slips smoothly away from his and you turn to him. You have to lift up a bit on your tip toes and pull him down to you to press a kiss against his cheekbone. “You look very handsome tonight. And we are your dates to this thing, and yet we haven’t hardly had a chance to even talk to you.”

Gaster’s blush is now bright enough to nearly compete with Grillby’s flames.

Speaking of Grillby-

He’s moved in behind you, hands dropping to your waist as his mouth descends down on your neck. The heat of his body and fire presses against your back and you have to take a moment to catch your breath.

Gaster’s eye lights have gone wide and bright, flickering with a nervous sort of energy as his gaze darts between you and Grillby. He swallows, though he really has no need for it. “I…this isn’t really the best…what if someone sees…?”

“Then you better move fast,” you murmur. Tugging on his tie, you pull his face down closer. “Kiss me,” you demand breathlessly. “Please?”

There’s a moment where his eye lights shift in such a way it almost looks like they’ve taken on the shape of stars and then Gaster’s hands lift to your face, nearly bonking your nose with his teeth with the speed at which he kisses you. Kissing a skeleton is difficult sometimes, given his lack of lips.

But you’ve had plenty of practice.

One of your hands shifts to pull Gaster closer to you while the other desperately scrambles behind to find purchase on Grillby. His own hands are quite busy, one running gentle circles on your hip and the other moving up, closer to where your chest is pressed up against Gaster’s ribs. His fangs scrape deliciously at your skin, nipping lightly in a way that makes you squirm with a mixture of ticklishness and building heat.

Your hand finds Gaster’s spine, prominent even through his suit and you grab on just below where his ribs end. He jolts at the contact, a breathless curse falling out in a rush of air. Grillby takes the chance to pull away from your neck and captures Gaster’s attention with a heated kiss.

Now quite solidly squished between the two, a soft and breathless noise escapes you as you drink in the building pressure of their bodies, basking in the contrast of Gaster’s silk smooth suit and Grillby’s growing heat. His hands continue to work at your curves, every touch sending a searing wave of warmth over your skin, kneading with a gentle intensity that makes you arch into Gaster.

You have just enough presence of mind left to sputter, “D-don’t tear the capelet.”

He growls, low and deep and oh if that rough and wild sound from such a restrained monster doesn’t make the most embarrassing shuddery moan hum in your own throat. “Take it off then,” he suggests with a tug at the belt around your waist. 

So off it comes, fluttering down the floor, soon joined by Grillby’s more carefully folded waistcoat. Then you find yourself being pulled back, led by him to an armchair covered in a cloth. The force of him sitting makes a heavy whumph sound thanks to your added weight on his lap. 

Gaster had let the two of you slip from his grasp while the extra bits of clothing were being discarded and he watches you now with a face openly full of warm affection. When you grin and beckon at him with a finger, he huffs out a sigh that is probably meant to be taken as annoyed, but just comes off as fond and longing. 

“You two are going to get me in trouble,” he grumbles. “There is a party I’m supposed to be at right now just down the hall, or did you forget?” 

Grillby, busy at work pressing scorching kisses over your bare shoulders, pauses and lifts his head. “So eager to get back, are you?” 

“Not at all. But I’ll be missed if I stay away much longer.” 

You sigh heavily, letting your weight lean back against Grillby’s chest. You might just happen to let your hand trail down to your thigh and lightly run your fingers over the fabric there as you pout at Gaster. 

He’s broken out into a bit of a sweat. 

Sweetly, you plead, “Five more minutes?” 

He stares. He sweats. Then his hand smoothly tugs at his tie and it and his coat joins the other outwear on the ground. “Five more minutes.” 

It winds up being six minutes and forty-two seconds but well. 

Who’s counting?

[emiefaunwrites]

Oooohhh! I’ve just got to know how the Ishileon wedding goes and what surprise Taka has planned for Leon!! ❤️❤️❤️

HEYYYYY!

AHAHAHAHA I hoped someone would ask! YASSSSS I've been waiting on the Ishileon wedding request! I hope this EVERYTHING everyone wants because THIS HERE IS WHAT I LIVE FOR! LET MY BOYS BE HAPPY!

Thank you so much for asking! I hope you enjoyyyyyy!!

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• It's finally here. The day that Taka and Leon have been waiting for.

• Their wedding day.

• They spent the night apart - Leon with his parents and Taka at his dad's house.

• Leon knows they're getting married at 1pm but wakes up at 5am anyway - far too excited to sleep.

• It's a good thing he woke up though since Chi and Hiro come barging in to help him get ready.

• Bearing his suit and everything.

• There are many near sobbing fits - especially as Leon's parents help him do up his bowtie.

• 'My baby's all grown up...'

• 'Our little boy...'

• 'Stop it, I'll cry too!'

• There's many photos taken by Chi (who's quite snazzy with a camera!) up until the fancy wedding car arrives.

• Which Taka arranged without telling Leon.

• Over at Taka's house, Mondo, Hina and Sakura are helping him get ready with his dad - Hina snapping shots all over the place in excitement.

• Takaaki is doing EVERYTHING in his power not to cry in front of his son.

• But sheds a tear when he comes downstairs all dressed up and pulls him into a hug.

• 'You make me so proud, Kiyotaka. Every single day.'

• They head off to the venue early (as expected) to do final checks and greet the guests as they arrive.

• Mondo gets the call that Leon's and his parents are on the way so Hina and Hiro (who slipped away from Leon early with Chi), get everyone seated.

• Takaaki walks his son up the aisle, proudly kissing his cheek before taking a seat.

• And then the waiting game begins.

• It feels like a lifetime up at the alter and thankfully Mondo and Chi are there to keep him occupied.

• When the music starts and the door opens, there isn't a dry eye in the house when Leon steps into view.

• Taka watches his groom walk down the aisle, looking more beautiful than he's ever looked before and he starts to tear up - laughing and crying at the same time.

• Leon, on the other hand, was already crying before the door opened and to see Taka there at the end of the aisle looking so incredibly handsome, he has to take a second to catch his breath and sob a little harder than before.

• The ceremony goes off unproblematically - each of their vows, that they wrote themselves, making the other cry.

• Taka dutifully waits his turn to say 'I do' whereas Leon blurts 'YES YES YES' before the registrar has even finished speaking (much to everyone's amusement).

• And they are finally given permission to kiss the groom and dear God does Taka pull Leon in faster than lightening.

• And they're husbands. They are HUSBANDS. HOLY SHITTTTT!

• The formal stuff is done then - signing the wedding certificate with the witnesses and all the photos etc.

• All that's left is for them to be introduced in their new family name and Leon can't wait to hear it.

• They head back to the top of the aisle, hand in hand and then...

• 'Ladies and gentlemen. Please rise for Mr and Mr Kuwata!'

• Leon's eyes practically pop of his head, head snapping around to meet Kiyotaka's loving (yet amused) gaze.

• 'Wait, we're taking YOUR name!'

• 'No. I want to take your name.'

• 'But your surname...it's so important to you...'

• 'YOU'RE the most important thing to me. Nothing makes me happier than to call you my husband. And I feel so blessed to begin our new life together as Kiyotaka Kuwata.'

• Oh boy does Leon cry. Hard. And his husband catches him as he throws himself into his arms, feeling his heart swell in his chest at how happy he is right now.

• The rest of the day goes by in a blur for them.

• There's photoshoots and food and socialising - all less important than when they catch each others gaze to smile happily.

• The evening do kicks off at around 6pm - some upbeat music to get the mood going.

• But the Kuwata husbands are outside the room, preparing for their first dance entrance.

• The ONLY surprise Leon has in store for Taka.

• As their names are called, they enter the room to roaring applause and make their way to the dancefloor.

• The music starts and Taka immediately recognises it as their song.

• He's already welling up as Leon takes his place in front of him and bows, grinning cheekily as he holds out his hand.

• And they waltz together, just as they did at their prom night.

• Only this time, there's no missteps, no standing on feet.

• They're perfectly in sync, staring into each others eyes the entire time.

• Well, until Taka gets overwhelemed and lifts Leon off the ground, spinning happily as he laughs and cries at the same time.

• The party goes well into the night - the husbands doing their best to socialise as much as possible whilst fawning all over each other.

• And eventually its over, everyone heading back home whilst the boys are left to head to the wedding suite - ready to leave first thing in the morning on their honeymoon.

• But lets just say their evening doesn't end for a little while longer ❤

[junipersdragon]

Hey guys! This is a short fic about Winston Pratt and Callum Tredwell from Marissa Meyerr’s Renegade’s trilogy. This is inspired by the cannon divergence created by @healing-winston-pratt and @honey-hippie-harper. If you like this, please go check out their stuff because it’s really awesome!

Living in Wonder

A year and a half had passed since the second fall the Ace Anarchy, this time for good. Things were back to normal, and changing for the better. Normal, however, was an understatement in this world. After the supernova, everyone all over the world had been granted uncanny and extraordinary abilities. However, not all abilities were created equal, and that was especially true for Winston Pratt.

Winston groaned softly as the alarm from his phone woke him. He sat up, ginger hair mussed and eyes groggy. Shutting off the alarm with a yawn, he got up and made his way to the bathroom. He had work at the therapy center today, as he did every Wednesday, and had to be there early to set up all of the art supplies for the children. Once in the bathroom, he flicked the light on and winced at his reflection. Pale face, red circles on his cheeks, and black lines drawn from the corners of his mouth down to his chin, as though he was a marionette.

He wasn’t immune to the supernova. No one was. Despite the fact that he had been neutralized by Agent N, his powers still came flooding back to him without his knowledge when he was recovering in the hospital. He had gotten so used to his own face, his real face, with its soft pink undertone and freckles dotted across his nose, that he almost screamed when he saw his face in the mirror the first time he saw the faux makeup again.

The young man shook his head, clearing his thoughts before getting into the shower to get clean for the day. The fact that his burdenous power had returned was upsetting, yes, but that's why he had make up.

Once he was clean and dry, dressed in his clothes for the day, he set to work covering his face. Nova had helped him find a foundation that was the exact color of his real skin, one that was heavy coverage to cover up the lines on his chin and the dots of red on his cheeks. He thought of this almost like painting, a way that he could express himself as who he truly was. Once the foundation was laid, he gently blushed his cheeks and used a bristle brush and some watered down liquid brown eyeliner to create the freckles on his face that he missed ever so much. Setting the makeup with a mix of spray and powder, he looked at himself in the mirror again and smiled.

“There I am…!” He breathed out, the weight on his chest lifting at the reflection. Once again, this daily ritual helped him turn from his worst nightmare into his true self in a matter of minutes.

~~~

The therapy center was a lovely little building near the midwest part of Gatlan City, the size of a small clinic, and was a beacon to Winston, even in his darkest times. When he had been neutralized by Agent N, the staff at the clinic had made him feel whole again and helped him through his unresolved childhood trauma. They even were the ones who offered him the job to do art therapy at the clinic with at risk children, and he couldn’t have been happier.

“Good Morning, Winston!” The receptionist, Calli, greeted him as he walked in. He gave her a bright smile in return.

“Good morning, Miss Calli Cat! You’re looking as lovely as ever! Though, I’m sure your wife tells you that every morning.”

Calli chuckled and slid the sign-in sheet towards him. “You’re such a charmer!”

The ginger-haired man shrugged and signed in. “What can I say? Seeing you in the mornings brightens my day!” He said and slid the signed sheet back towards the woman.

“Oh! Speaking of brightening days, we have a volunteer in to help you with the kids today! I know they can be handfuls sometimes, so I’m hoping having an extra set of hands will help you out!”

“Oh? Why, thank you Miss Calli.” Winston said, though a slight twinge of jealousy made his cheek twitch a bit. The kids that he did art therapy were his life, possibly even his best friends, and someone else was going to come in here and try and take that from him?

Winston shook off the thought and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly again. No, that’s not what was happening. Someone who cared as much for the kids as he did was coming to help them, that’s what was happening. He was grateful for the extra help, especially when it would come time to clean up.

“I’ll see you around lunch time?” Calli offered with a gentle smile. Winston nodded.

“Yes, of course. I’ll see you then.” He said, offering her a quick smile back before walking through the doors into the therapy center.

Once he made it inside, Winston sighed with relief at the familiar surroundings. The clinic was clean and welcoming, but didn’t smell of the strong chemicals normal doctor’s offices usually did. There were plush chairs and books to read while you waited for your appointment, coloring books and fidget toys to calm you down if you’re stressed, and even some actual toys for younger children to play with. The sight made Winston smile as he re-adjusted the messenger bag on his shoulder and made his way to the Create Center.

The Create Center was pretty much exactly as it sounded, a little class room that was full of art supplies of all different art forms for kids to use for their art therapy, or even for kids to use who were waiting for their parents while they were in their own sessions. It was colorful and welcoming, with murals on the walls and pictures the kids made hanging from the clothesline overhead to dry and display.

Once Winston made it to the Create Center, though, he was surprised to see the lights shining through the large windows and a young man, not much older than he was, bustling about and setting up art supplies at each station. The volunteer, he assumed, and shrugged before walking inside.

The young man with brown hair stopped and turned to Winston, a smile instantly alighting his face as he put down the cup of colored pencils and walked over to him.

“Hi there! You must be Winston!” He greeted. “I’m Callum, Callum Tredwell! I’m going to be your assistant today!”

“Callum…” Winston repeated and took his outstretched hand, surprised when the boy shook it with enthusiasm. “Right. It’s nice to meet you..!”

“It’s so good to be here! I’m really excited to meet the kids and get to know them! Oh, and to see what they create! Art Therapy is so interesting, and I’m so glad we have a place in Gatlan that allows kids to have such a healthy way to express themselves!”

“I… I agree…!” He replied, surprised by this young man who was so full of hope and optimism and… wonder.

“I hope you don’t mind that I already started setting up!” Callum said, and pointed at the blue cotton apron he was wearing. “These aprons are so snazzy, I couldn’t resist!”

A snort of a laugh came from Winston’s throat and he covered his mouth in surprise. “N-no, it’s no mind at all..! I’ll, uh, put on mine and help you with the rest before the kids get here.”

“All right, Boss!” Callum agreed, the smile never leaving his face as he went back to organizing and setting up the stations.

Winston’s cheeks burned as he opened the closet and took out his own apron, covered in colorful paint splatters and clay, and replaced it with his bag on the hook. Why was his heart beating so fast all of a sudden? He wasn’t feeling anxious, like he normally felt when this sort of thing happened. No, instead, he felt light, and giddy, almost like when Nova and him used to play as children. He felt so extraordinarily happy in Callum’s presence, it was like there wasn’t a care in the world that could bother him.

The feeling, of course, passed, and soon the Create Center was full of kids, ages ranging between four and twelve years old. There was an art therapy teacher who took the kids that were between thirteen and seventeen, but Winston was glad to be with the younger children. They were so much more lively and happy, he noticed, and much more open.

“Winston!!!” A little voice squealed in delight. A little boy with curly brown hair ran up to him, a huge smile showing off his missing front teeth. “Look what I made!” He said, holding up a drawing for Winston to see.

The drawing was of the little boy, curly brown hair haloing a small stick figure's head, and of Winston, the taller stick figure with orange hair and a big smile on his face.

“Why, that’s lovely Daniel!” Winston said, praising the boy. “I’m so honored you would draw a picture of me! You’ve come a long way, and I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks!” He said and shoved the picture into Winston’s hands. “It’s for you to keep!”

Winston’s heart fluttered and he practically melted at the gesture. “Oh, thank you…! I’ll cherish it forever.”

The young boy giggled and ran off to go draw something else, leaving Winston to fold up the picture and put it into his pocket. He then started to make his rounds, looking over kids’ shoulders and praising them for their work. But he then stopped when he saw Callum, crouched down next to a twelve year old boy who was sitting at the paper craft station, his piece of paper untouched and the boy sitting with his arms folded and a sour expression on his face.

“What’s going on here…?” Winston asked Callum as he approached them.

“Ah, well, Titus here doesn't want to do anything.” He said, worried. “I’ve tried everything, but he won’t budge!”

“Leave me alone…!” Titus harrumphed, glaring down at the piece of paper in front of him.

“See?” Callum said, looking at Winston.

The young man sighed, shaking his head. “If he doesn't want to craft, he doesn't want to craft. We can’t force him to do anything. Perhaps he doesn't feel like it today.”

“Feel…?” Titus asked through gritted teeth. “You wanna know how I feel?” He said, snatching a pair of scissors off the table and standing up, eyes burning with rage. “I. Feel. Angry!!!” He shouted, and made a move to stab Callum with the scissors.

Out of pure surprise, Winston let out a shout and called up his power, golden strings sprouting from his fingertips and wrapping around Titus, stopping his hand inches from Callum’s shoulder.

“Titus!” Winston said, then sighed in relief. “Please, hand over the scissors.” He said. And the boy did, his body under Winston’s control but his mind free from suggestion.

“I’m very sorry that you are angry, Titus.” He said, keeping the boy’s eyes locked to his own. His voice was steady, but firm “But we don’t hurt others here. Hurting others will only hurt yourself.”

Titus huffed softly, but then moved his head in a subtle nod. Winston released his power from the boy and gently put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we do some painting? You can paint how you feel instead of trying to hurt others. Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, I guess…” Titus grumbled and allowed Winston to lead him away from Callum and to the painting station.

Later in the day, as the children left and it was time to close down the Create Shop, Callum approached Winston when they were finally alone.

“You’re the Puppeteer?” He asked, though it sounded more like an accusation.

Winston looked at him and sighed, frowning. “I was the Puppeteer. I’m not anymore. Just because I have my powers back, doesn't mean I want to hurt anyone else.”

“But… they’re letting you be around kids? Without anyone to stop you from controlling them?”

“When I was Neutralized, I went through therapy and learned that the reason why I was hurting and controlling children was because I was hurt and controlled as a child myself.” He explained. “I never thought that I would get my powers back, but when I did… I was mortified. These powers are a burden, and I hate them, but I use them only if a child is endangering themselves or others.”

Callum and Winston stood in silence for a long moment before Callum nodded, slowly.

“I see…” Callum said, and then offered a smile. “I’m sorry, I misjudged you. I can see that you really care about these kids.

“I do.” Winston agreed, looking back into the room. “What I’m doing here, for these kids, is what I would hope someone would have done for me. I would never dream of hurting them.”

“What you’re doing here, Winston… it’s wonderful.”

Winston looked at Callum and smiled sheepishly. “You really think so…?”

“Of course!” Callum said, his grin returning. “Wonder is my speciality.”

Then, a warmth spread through Winston’s chest, and he looked around the small classroom, almost as if he was seeing it in a new light all together. This place, this opportunity he was giving kids, was wonderful! And he got to be there and experience that wonder, watching the kids grow and create and heal from the things that hurt them. He was given a second chance to be able to grow and create himself, after his own childhood was taken from him and he hurt so many people. He was living in a world where everyone had the chance to live and change and grow and find happiness. He looked back at Callum in awe.

“Is… is this what you feel like all the time?” He asked.

Callum smiled and put a hand on Winston’s shoulder. “Yeah. I think, why live in a world that’s so full of darkness, when you could be living in wonder?”

[nofive]

Five’s Bedroom

I have done a headcanon about brief observations I have made on Five’s bedroom before. I have also talked about things in his bedroom in a few other headcanons. But this will be delving into the canon state of Five’s childhood room, and his area in the Apocalypse to get a sense for how Five is as a person and a bit more of what he was like as a child.

Also fair warning, this post is long, and their are lots of big images. If you want, I am tagging this post with a special tag “Five’s Bedroom Meta” so that you can block it if you do not wish to scroll through it on your dash. All images that have adjusted brightness was purely to enhance the background of the image.

Like with everything I may add on to this as time goes by.

The bare bones, no deep diving yet ( Five’s Childhood Room )

Based off multiple images from the Making of TUA book, the show itself, and Aidan’s behind the scenes pictures I’ve put together a very basic floor plan of Five’s room ( please don’t make fun of my handwriting ). I don’t know about y’all but I feel like Five’s door needs to be at a til like Allison and Luther’s. But its not. So this floor plan basically gives a layout of his room in general. Its not to scale obviously, but it gives us a good starting off point. One thing I would like to note, that I think is only applicable to Five’s room as that there are two doors much like Reginald’s office, which I will touch on a bit later. Not drawn are the at least four lamps, one on his desk, one on the small bookshelf by his bed, and one on his nightstand, he has at least two sconces one on the wall near the closet, and one on the wall near the blue chair, he also has a main light fixture with at least three bulbs. But it is simply his closet, a very small closet at that.

Five’s bedroom has two windows, one that leads to a fire escape, which is next to his bed on the wall with the slanted roof. Both windows have radiators beneath them that Five utilizes as shelving. On the slanted wall side of his room Five’s bed is pushed not quite into the corner as he has a small bookshelf there that has more toys on it than books, and has a chest at the foot of his bed, and then he has his bookshelf which due to the slanted wall has the appearance of a built in.

Five’s desk and desk chair are on the same wall as his closet, though his desk chair being on wheels can move about. Above the desk are a set of shelves, Luther’s room has something very similar, with a set of towels and his toiletries. Five’s towels are blue, Luther’s appear to be tan or brown. If I had to guess all the siblings have different colors of towels. Next to his desk in between it and the bookshelf is a basket that appears to have a white board, and a fireman’s hat. There is also a possible laundry basket on the other side of his desk closer to the closet.

On the wall that has the main door to his room you have his wardrobe or armoire. we know thanks to Klaus that this houses jackets, possibly that snazzy coat and scarf from the bank as well as various toys namely baseballs. I know there is a baseball bat in his room but I cannot find a picture of it. Also I should note, I have no idea what is rapped in that white sheet looking thing.

On the other side of the door we have his dresser. The door funnily enough has a window up top sort of akin to an office door implying that Five’s room did in fact used to be an office. In fact the way it’s styled makes it seem like it could be a 1920s styled Private Investigator office. The dresser has a dart board above it that he takes down to write his equations and then puts it back up despite not putting anything else back on the walls. In front of the dress and the second window is a blue chair that we see Delores occupy while Grace patches up his Shrapnel wound she is sitting on his blue desk chair. Next to the radiator under the window we have Five’s nightstand.

The walls of Five’s bedroom are all painted a minty green color. So is all the triming including the the window seal ledges. The only non-painted areas are the bricks under the slanted roof/wall of his room and the boarder wallpaper.

The Deep Dive

So that takes us around his room, now lets actually delve into those pictures and what we see in them. So lets start at the beginning with the closet. To my knowledge Five is the only one with a closet in his room, and a second door. I only bring this up because the parallels and similarities between Five and Reginald is very obvious. And we know Reginald’s office has two doors. I just think that is interesting, not to mention Five’s bedroom was very likely an old office based on how The Academy is multiple buildings together. I should also note that based on the scene when Five is escaping onto the fire escape the window that is not on the slanted wall portion of his room shouldn’t have light coming into it because another building butts up to it.

Five’s bedroom is actually quite large accented with blue of varying shades from the carpet to his main comforter, to his desk chair, pillows, curtains, and his secondary chair. All the wood in his room is a light walnut color. And his doors are painted this minty green color. His second comforter looks to be navy, white, and red plaid. The fact that he has a second comforter that is used means not only has Grace changed his sheets, but he likely has slept in them, which means he likely did sleep. I only say its second comforter and not a blanket because we know Five has a chest at the foot of his bed with a blanket on it that could have been used. The chest likely has his extra bedding in it though. On Five’s bedside table he has a stack of what appears to be text books, but they seem more like workbooks of some sort. So think like SAT prep books. He also has a set of what appears to be five novels on his nightstand, and some sort of CD player or maybe a dehumidifier. 

The blanket as you can see has planets, a moon, and a spaceship on it, which is pretty on par for things that Five likes. All over his room, and in these images you can see images of robots on his walls. Particularly you can see comic drawings of robots. He has a rock-em sock-em robot poster on his wall. He even has a robot on his bookshelf by his desk. Five has a fascination with robots. Which could foreshadow his relationship with Delores, and perhaps something of his relationship with Grace, liking wanting to know how she works. Also foreshadowing of Five and Delores is quite literally in the wallpaper boarder above the chair rail which has a kid pulling a red wagon with a mannequin in them.

Additionally we see lots of building blocks particularly on the bookshelf next to Five’s bed. Five is very hands on when it comes to his hobbies. He has means of transportation all over his room which could make sense given his power, but it could also give him a connection to Luther seeing as Luther also has airplanes and cars in his room. Five has boats, and cars all over his room. Further he also has lots of construction toys including an excavator and a cement truck. On top of his wardrobe he has a sail boat and a covered wagon. He also has a poster of a motorcyle or moped on his wall. If Five had stayed behind he would have been the first to learn how to drive for sure.

From first glance Five’s room seems super organized. But when you actually look at it, its not. Books in particular are stacked where he can stack them. The binders on his desk are initially upside down, and someone put them right side up, I would guess Luther as he is messing around Five’s desk to look for things. Five works in an organized chaos we see this from his equations as he writes over the boarder and such We later see this echoed in his Apocalypse home.

When it comes to other things Five has a few knick knacks all of them are travel based, saved for one. I’ve mentioned the toys. The one I’m referring to can be seen on his desk and I believe it is a nautical instrument used to help measure distance and time or speed. I could be wrong. But it is on Five’s desk along with what appears to be homework of some sort in the trays. He’s also got a stapler on his desk which I simply find ironic.

The one knick knack he has that isn’t related specifically to travel is a wooden basket that has busted up watches. Pocket watches, wrist watches, etc. They are old, and are not digital. My theory on this is that at one point he attempted to use the watch to magnify his power, particularly that of Time Travel. But they kept breaking, but it only fueled his theory that he could do it. This is also a call back to the comic where Five as a kid is always shown to have a pocket watch.

Briefly on his closet, which is best pictured above. It is small. Also it appears to only hold his uniforms, which by the way he is going through them makes him seem like he should have more clothes and he can’t find them. This implies Five does have civvies or street clothes but they have been lost over time which would make Five’s “Shit” make much more sense. Its not that he only has uniforms as his option, its that he can’t find his civilian clothes.

Last but not least the dart board. I do have a headcanon about it. But the fact that you can see the equations go behind the dart board on the wall means he put it back up. Five in the original pilot script had a love of knives quite like Diego. My guess is the dart board is a call to that. But we also know Five is super competitive and I think he tries to get accurate with throwing knives to beat Diego. Also we know that Five has Diego’s knife holster in the apocalypse so Five liking knives is not just a original pilot script thing. 

The Comparison ( his Apocalypse Home Base )

Five’s apocalypse home base ironically takes on many similar characteristics of Five’s bedroom. Meaning the core of who Five is has not changed. He has a love for learning, partially cause he is literally creating new math, but he has a desk still, and he still stacks books haphazardly. He also has his chalkboard which seems to be Five’s favorite way of doing math. I theorize its because he’s working on things that are so large he needs more room than paper can provide. Also paper is hard to come by in the apocalypse, at least blank paper is because he uses Vanya’s book. Five has a habit of placing important things on places he can easily see and find. Such as the probability map ending above his bed, and the equation on his chalk board likely ending up in his copy of Vanya’s book.

Final Thoughts

So what are my final thoughts? I think the making of TUA book has got Five pinned all wrong. Five’s room is sparse because he left early, but not because he didn’t have hobbies or time to decorate it. He clearly did. Five like athletics at least baseball, and he had an interest in robots, comics, and transportation. He also likes building as he has blocks and potentially even legos. The transportation could be an extension of him getting to know his power, maybe. But we know Luther is very similar with transportation just of the aerospace kind and we know that’s likely not related to his power ( unless you include my headcanon that his main power is actual gravity manipulation ). Five had interests and was even starting to personalize his room before he left, he also had an imagination seeing as the fireman’s helmet is still readily out and available to play which plays into Delores being part of his active imagination and becoming the imaginary friend he needs to stay somewhat sane in the apocalypse.

Five’s room tells us of a boy who was active, and had interests, and he still has a liking for those interests as we see him unable to help himself and play with one of the trucks during the show. It gives us a brief look into the boy that we truly know very little about. Because while we have so much of his story displayed for us, we have so little of what he was like before. He has toys and things all over his room with no real rhyme or reason as to why things are placed in certain areas. It makes sense to him obviously, but it is not the key organized thing you would expect. If it was all his trucks would be in one place for example.

We also can see Five is a bit more chaotic than his room implies on first glance. From both the Apocalypse and his kid bedroom Five has a habit of stacking books a bit haphazardly and storing things also a bit haphazardly as seen by the crate on top of his wardrobe, and the fact that he has stuff just piled into said wardrobe that comes tumbling out when Klaus does.

When it comes to his room location I believe it is on the third floor above Allison and Luther’s, on the second, and Klaus, Vanya, and Diego’s on the lower floor. Since we don’t know where Ben’s room is and the door across from Five’s is always shut, I do think that that is likely where Ben’s room was. But according to Five there are 42 Bedrooms in the place so it could be anywhere really.

Five’s room, like Five himself hides behind a layer of sparsity. You have to give him more than a cursory glance to know what is really going to get him deep down.

[eggmarr]

safe travels (part 1)

summary: memorizing all these names is gonna give you a headache. also, agent whiskey already likes teasing you, and you’ve only been here for, well, too long. (700 words)

a/n: i may or may not be coming out with a moodboard to explain this in depth, cause it’ll probably be confusing for anyone who hasn’t seen both ncis and kingsman 2- (let’s just play “guess those characters” for now)

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Maybe you should’ve argued Merlin more about being reassigned overseas.

“So, Agent Morgana, do all you Kingsman agents dress so snazzy, or is it just you?”

You scoffed, finishing cleaning the lenses of your glasses and pushing them back onto your face. Though you’d never admit it out loud, you had half a mind to just use a dart from your watch to get him to stop using that condescending tone.

“Well, we can’t all play alcohol enthusiasts for a living. Some of us make suits.”

Agent Whiskey watched as you walked beside him, blue eyes glancing over your form at his side. (You’ll figure out later that he was intrigued.)

He led you through wood covered hallway after hallway, until you came to a set of large oak doors.

“You lot really love your wood here, eh?”

“Just close the door behind you.”

The office inside was bright, light from the windows reflecting off of the shiny wood and glass surfaces everywhere. A man stood facing the window, hands in his pockets.

“Good job, Whiskey, you haven’t scared her off yet.”

He turned around, an eyebrow raised at the both of you before grinning. The reflected light glinted off what you assumed were the Statesman glasses.

“I’m Champagne, but please call me Champ.”

You placed your hands on your hips, giving a polite wave. His face was a bit recognizable; you’d remembered seeing it when the former Champagne had passed.

“Agent Morgana. Thank you for letting me assist on this case, it means a lot to me.”

“You are the agent on it, after all. Here, sit.”

Agent Whiskey patted the seat next to him, holding out another pair of glasses for you to take.

“C’mon, Doll, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to, of course.”

You glared daggers at him, snatching the glasses from his grasp and angling your seat as far away from him as possible.

If Whiskey had thought you looked pretty with the Kingsman frames, he was definitely in trouble with you in his spare aviators.

“Morgana, meet Agents Tequila, Arak, and Rum. They’re the other members of the team you’ll be joining, and some of our best agents. They’re on their way back here now, and should be arriving this afternoon.”

Through the lenses of the thin gold frames, the three blue figures were slightly transparent, all wearing similar outfits and pairs.

“Welcome to Statesman, Morgana.”

Tequila (likely the senior of the three) sat left, his hair perfectly coiffed and suit pressed, with his hat dipped in greeting.

“We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Arak sat to his left, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail and arms crossed. She looked rather intimidating to outside eye.

“Happy to be working with you!”

Rum, contrary to Arak, smiled and waved at you from her left. He only wore the suit, but his slight scruff and bright eyes made him seem more approachable.

“Nice beard, Rum. Glad to see you’ve finally finished going through puberty and become a big boy!”

Tequila snickered at Rum’s exasperated face, placing his hat somewhere out of view.

“Shut it, Tequila. At least I matured somewhat while on assignment.”

“Oh, you little-“

“Boys!”

Arak slapped the back of their heads simultaneously, making them both wince.

“We are setting an example of Statesman’s best! Act like it!”

Champagne let out a loud sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose while Whiskey chuckled. The scene reminded you of something out of a comedy, the longer you thought about it.

“End call.”

With a small click, all three agents disappeared from their chairs.

“You put ‘em all on the same plane. What did you expect?”

“They’re your team, Whiskey. I don’t know what I expected.”

He kneaded his hands together, folding his glasses and putting them away.

“Just, go fill her in and let her meet the others. Sazerac’s been up the walls wanting to meet the agent who did such great work on the forensics.”

Whiskey didn’t speak again until you were back in the labs.

“Saz doesn’t give out forensic praise lightly. You must be one hell of a gal.”

He found that he liked your blush a lot.

[ragnvindrdawn]

an excuse to dress up fancy? I’ll take it! Diluc will be sporting this snazzy number, no mask for him though.

surprisingly, you will find him in the main area of the castle and might dance if the mood takes him... nothing too eccentric, of course. the gardens are a likely place if he feels the need for some fresh air. possibly a trip to the cellar as well for some darts and the like.

I am very nervous since this is my first time posting an ad so please be gentle. cap will be 2 for now, and I’ll get to starters at the end of the week since I’m not feeling too great at the moment! they’ll probably be on the smaller side to start off.

[doctorgerth]

Hi, Im glad to see you back and congratulations on finishing your assignment! I wanted to request SFW Alphabet for Smoker Crocodile and Katakuri letters R T and U please, thank you so much💓

Thanks for the request love!! Lots of good bois in this post! I like writing soft things for these types of men 💘 Hope you enjoy! Gonna put it under the cut as it’s kinda long

Fluff Alphabet (Smoker, Crocodile, Katakuri) (R, T, U)

Smoker

R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- Smoker, unfortunately, lacks in the romantic department. he’s really new to romance in general and is honestly just too flustered by the overly cutesy things! that’s not to say he doesn’t try, it just doesn’t come naturally to him, so he can be a bit awkward when he tries to be romantic with his partner (but it’s still sweet)

- to make his partner happy, his biggest effort goes into not bringing work home with him. at home, he tries his hardest to put his attention on them, especially after duties where he’s been away from home for a while. he’ll relax with them, ask them all about their day, help with/cook them dinner, and just unwind with them. he’s found himself to be less stressed and more loving due to this!

- something romance-y he does is he always brings a lil trinket of sorts that reminds him of his s/o when he returns from his missions! they’re just little keepsakes that shows he thinks about them while he’s away. some are mailed when he’s not able to return as soon as he anticipated, and sometimes his s/o will find a sweet letter or a picture of him (encouraged by Tashigi of course) attached.

T = Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- Smoker is all about routine. since work can be so sporadic and hectic by itself, he much prefers and finds comfort in normalcy in his domestic life. work is thrilling enough, he doesn’t need romantic getaways or other thrilling activities to feel that spark in his relationship. coming home to his loving partner after a long day’s work is enough to get those butterflies fluttering in his tummy. he looks forward to it every single day!

- of course, he doesn’t ever leave his partner bored. when he’s available, he’ll take the time to take them out and go do things with them. some of his favorite things to do with his partner is go on hikes or go fishing! anything outdoorsy really, activities that give him a chance to escape for a bit with his partner. 

- other than this, Smoker appreciates knowing what to expect in his relationship! morning coffee and cuddles, quick kisses before he goes to work, a nice long shower when he gets home, drinking and unwinding with his lover, all the basic domestic things. mundane routines might bore some, but honestly it’s all Smoker could ever ask for.

U = Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- Smoker can’t really pick up on hints to save his life, so it’s much more helpful if his partner is upfront about their feelings. otherwise, he’ll assume everything is totally okay with them. 

- when listening to his partner, he tries his best to be understanding but he almost always approaches it very logically. he’s not very empathetic, he thinks there’s a logical reason and logical solution to every thing. his empathy gets a bit better as the relationship continues on, but he’s still not very emotionally-driven when trying to console his s/o

- as for generally understanding his partner, Smoker knows enough! his downfall is that he just forgets the small things sometimes. like he continuously confuses which flower is their favorite, but he still buys them flowers regardless. he honestly tries his best, he just needs some reminders every now and then! 

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Crocodile

R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- Crocodile can be super romantic when he wants to be. he has all the money (and sometimes time) to spoil his s/o, so he’s known to take them out to fancy dinners, buying them outfits for said dinners, and treating them to some romantic strolls around the town. all cliche activities, but he still manages to make them super romantic!

- anything his partner asks for, he’s more than willing to get it for them. and with his power and status, it’s hardly ever difficult to get them those things! gift-giving and spoiling is definitely his form of romance, since he’s not typically verbally romantic. aside from material things, much like Smoker, he tries his best to make the time he spends with them extra meaningful, since work tends to keep him away. so, he gives them his undivided attention and pampers them with extra love when he finally gets to be alone with them.

- something also cliche and romantic he likes to do is just dance with his s/o around their home! it’s always spontaneous, like when they’re cooking dinner or getting dressed to go out, he’ll pull them into him and waltz around the room. if he’s able to, he’ll turn on some music, if not he’ll just hum it. Crocodile’s a pretty snazzy dancer!

T = Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- thrill comes in waves. there are some days where he’s too swamped with work to really be in the mood for anything exciting. but, he usually makes up for this when he finally gets the time to spend with his partner. he’s all for vacationing, taking his partner to new and exciting places, spoiling them with fine foods and memorable experiences, all the like. he understands that it’s nice to get away for a while. because he rarely gets the time to spoil his s/o, he tries to go all out when he can. 

- on long weeks when Crocodile is steadily working, there are definitely some routines setting into place. early morning breakfasts, reading the newspaper together, quick dinners, a glass or two of wine, reading before bed, him falling fast asleep before them, etc. it can’t really be helped due to his schedule.

- he’s not unhappy with the routine they’ve developed, but he knows his partner likes to get out every now and then. and he’s convinced it’s good for his mental state as well. so adding some excitement in the relationship when possible is a win-win for both! he mostly just likes to see them pleased so he’ll do almost just whatever it takes to keep them that way.

U = Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- Crocodile is not a mind reader, so don’t try to treat him as such. he’s generally able to tell when his partner is acting a little unusual, but other than that, he much prefers his partner to tell him what’s wrong. only then can he help them get through it.

- he’s not very empathetic and he’s not very good at emotional help. Crocodile has his own way of handling things and has found himself expecting them to do the same. when this doesn’t work, he budges a little. he’s not always the best at giving advice, but he’s learned to be a great listener! he’s also great at offering distractions to help his lover not dwell on what is upsetting them.

- Crocodile has their favorite things down to a T, it never fails. he loves giving them gifts after all, so once they told him all their favorite things, he made sure to take note and proceeded to buy excess amounts of all of them. he has all anniversaries and their birthday marked on his calendars, otherwise he knows he’d forget. 

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Katakuri

R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- Kata is another shy man when it comes to romance. he wants to be so much more romantic than what he is, he just gets too flustered by it all! he hasn’t had a lot of luck with love and relationships, so he’s a bit new to it all. he also doesn’t want to screw anything up, so he tries to stick to things he’s familiar with.

- lots of nice, private dinners. food is his family’s specialty, so there are lots of dinner dates throughout the relationship. picnics, Kata loves going out with them on picnics. it took some convincing at first, as we all know Kata prefers to eat in privacy, but they found a perfect spot on Komugi Island by a pond where no one could bother them. since then, that’s how Kata likes to show his romantic side and keep his s/o happy, weekly picnic dates.

- realistically, Kata does quite a lot to keep his s/o happy. he involves them in most of his work, makes them feel like family (by making sure his family loves them almost just as much as he does), protects them, and just loves them to death! there’s really no room for questioning, it’s all evident in his actions. he’s a little blushy when being verbally romantic and it’s just so sweet because it’s obvious that he is trying. he’s been waiting for the right love to come along, so he makes sure to keep the romance alive in their relationship.

T = Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- Kata is up for trying new things, he doesn’t ever want his partner to get bored of him after all. the picnic became a new addition to their relationship that he has grown to love, so he’s become open to other things. the more secluded, the better of course. he doesn’t want to do anything crazy or dangerous like cliff diving or sky diving, but going out into the town, shopping, strolling, etc. is always a nice change of pace.

- he’s getting older, so he wants someone to settle down with. thrilling adventures are a thing of the past, he just wants someone to love and care for, so he wouldn’t dare put them in any risky situations. as mentioned, some leisurely activities like picnic dates or cooking together is about all he can offer. he doesn’t mind routine one bit, just as long as he has them.

- for their fancy dinner dates, he likes to have something new prepared every time. he’ll always include family members and their specialties. and since there’s so many of them, there’s always an opportunity for something new to eat! there is some routine regarding family stuff as well. meetings, dinners, all the like. the best is family game night, and honestly, that can be pretty thrilling lol 

U = Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- throughout the relationship, Kata develops a deep emotional connection to his partner. he constantly studies his partner when they’re not looking, and has a clear understanding of their normal mannerisms. so when they start acting strange, he notices immediately. and after some time, he knows exactly how to cheer them up. he’s very attentive to his partner’s love language and needs! 

- it took a bit of adjusting, but after some time, Kata has learned how to approach arguments or when his partner is upset. he’s a great listener, rarely does he ever get defensive, and he tries his hardest to be empathetic towards their feelings. communication is something Kata has greatly improved upon and thus has greatly improved their relationship.

- Kata knows his partner up, down, and all around. even the most obscure things like their favorite season, the way they act when they get nervous, or how many pairs of shoes they own. his mind is like an encyclopedia of his partner lol he just feels like he can’t afford to mess anything up, so he makes sure to take note of everything he can about them so he can keep them happy!

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Seventeen Boyfriend!AU: Vernon

Boyfriend headcann for Vernon Scoups and josh from svt please? Uwu koffee lovers is so fuckin cute btw I’m using it forever. - 👽

- 👽 Anon

Could I please request a boyfriend au for Chan from skiz and hansol from svt? ♥️

- Anon

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Confession

My god

This man

He’s going to tell you that he likes you in the dorkiest way possible

He will have had this plan

Kind of

Like some kind of pick up line with a little flower he picked

Which is actually a weed or something

The man isn’t a florist

When he handed you the flower weed

You thought he was joking

“Can I take you on a date?”

“Lol whut? No. You’re bad at pranks.”

“BuT iT’s NoT a PrAnK.”

Took a solid two minutes to convince you he was being serious

Because

Let’s be honest,

This man is a catch

And you knew it

Once he did get through to you that he truly wanted to take you on a date

You were both so happy

You had these idiotic smiles plastered on your faces all night

First Date

He’s the type to make a plan to try to show you how much he cares

Then ditch it last minute

Because neither of you wanted to go to that snazzy new restaurant dressed to the nines

You’d opt for either a relaxing movie date

With tons of snacks of course

Or just stay in

He’s a very chill guy

He’d honestly prefer to just stay in with you

Getting to know you even more

Mentally cataloging your small habits and things you like/dislike

He could have known you for years and still find intriguing things about you on that first date

All in all,

A very close, comforting, enlightening experience

Skinship

Don’t fight me on this, but

I think he’d have been thinking about you a lot

If you know what I mean

Even before you got together

He would have definitely had some... thoughts

That being said

He would take it as slowly or as quickly as you wanted

Lots of lazy arms around your shoulder in public

Very into the concept of sneaking up and scaring the shit out of you

To then turn around and give you a peck on the lips/cheek

You could never decide whether you wanted to yell at him or kiss him again

Fights

I can’t see him initiating many fights

As I said earlier, he’s a very chill guy

And a complete goof, let’s be real

Most of your fights would be about finding the time for each other

And,

If you’re a bit more possessive/clingy,

However you want to put it

You might get into fights about those things

Due to fansigns and all that jazz

Having said that,

He would try to limit his flirty interactions with fans if it really bothered you

He just wants you to be happy and to know that he loves you

Most other fights were about kind of petty things,

And they’d never last more than five or ten minutes

I see him using kisses and tickles as a way to win fights and/or try to make you happy after one

And honestly,

It probably works

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