#experiencing a big emotion (i love my cute dog)

[merriclo]

guys my dog has a christmas sweater. i’m gonna implode.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.63 Luca's Ladies

I didn't expect I'd love traipsing around the house in my underwear so much, but I did. Though, it wasn't so much being nearly naked but the fact that I was alone and didn't have to be concerned about anyone else. I could just get out of the shower and do whatever I needed to do without worrying about what to put on. When I considered what to do with my life just before my birthday, I thought about moving out for about five seconds. I didn't know Mama would give me money and thought I couldn't afford it without a job. I also didn't think I'd like living alone. Moreover, I didn't think I was ready for that level of responsibility—and I wasn't. But I'm here now, and it's great.

Last night, I had a nightmare for the first time. Everywhere I went, I felt like someone was watching me. I became very paranoid and walked around, looking over my shoulder, not trusting anyone. In the dream, I went to bed, and when I woke up, this creepy doll was hovering over me. It scared the shit out of me and I woke up screaming. Good thing Sophia had left by then. I blamed Mama's loud ass ghost dog and still couldn't believe I met Gammy last night. I thought about it the whole time I jogged that morning and could not stop grinning. What a woman. No wonder Mama talked about her so much.

Speaking of Mama, she called on my way to the resort. I went back there to take a yoga class so I could speak with the instructor about the possibility of teaching. She said she heard I had a girlfriend and had moved in with her. I knew Less couldn't keep it together. I thought I detected a hint of snark mixed in with her excitement, and I was right. She said she was offended that she was not the first to know, especially after I had promised she would be. To cheer her up, I mentioned we would be by later so she could meet Sophia. I think that sufficiently got me out of the doghouse.

I was the only one in attendance, so the instructor began the class. She was really good—better than all the other instructors I'd experienced. And get this. I could finally bend all the backwards without falling over! While I acknowledged my continuous improvement, I frequently struggled to perceive the growth, except in distinct moments like this where the disparity from before was unmistakable.

After class, I introduced myself and presented my case. Just like the spa in San Sequoia, she was the full-time yoga instructor, but they didn't have anyone for guided meditation, and I was free to come there and host sessions as much as I wanted. That wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear, but it was something.

On the way to Mama's house, I had all kinds of emotions. I was excited for two of my favorite ladies to meet, felt dread over the potential meddling and heckling, but most of all I was relieved that I could finally put all the pieces of my life together.

"Are you okay?" Sophia asked.

"I'm perfect. How about you?"

"I'm good. No concerns here."

"Good."

I took one last deep breath before opening the door. Mama was already waiting for us in the living room and attacked me with a big hug as soon as I walked in.

"There he is! My Mr. Cute Face."

Wow. She hadn't called me that in a very long time.

When she finally let go, I stepped back to begin the introductions.

"Mama, this is Sophia."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, finally, Ms. Murillo," she said.

Did she...bow? Homage to us meeting in Mt. Komorebi maybe? I didn't peg her as someone who would pour it on thick like that, but Mama ate it up, of course.

"Oh my," Mama exclaimed. "You are even more gorgeous than I remember! You can call me Emmy. I am SUPER glad to meet you! Come sit! Tell me everything."

I knew exactly what she wanted to know: how we went from being Social Bunny friends to living together. But I couldn't tell the whole story without mentioning my other friends, and it wasn't the time or place to broach that with Sophia. Besides, I had a better story to tell.

"Wait a minute," Mama shouted. "You went to the cemetery and didn't invite me? And you saw Mommy??"

"I thought about inviting you many times, but I wanted to go by myself."

"He was gonna call you," Sophia said, "but your mother said she wanted him all to herself."

"Ugh! Even Mommy knew about you before me!"

"Well...I think he was just saving the best for last."

Magical Sophia struck again, saving me from Mama's nosy wrath.

"That is the perfect way to think about it," Mama said. "Thank you, Sophia!"

"Luca tells me you make candles for a living. I think that's really cool. I'm not very good with my hands. I can't even keep plants alive!"

She was amazing with her hands, but this was a family conversation, heh. Mama told her about she had started the business. Apparently, she was pregnant with me when Dad taught her how to make candles, but she didn't get into it seriously until after they separated. After that story, Mama went immediately into sleuth mode since I never gave her any hints about who I was talking to.

I was content to let them talk and get to know each other, but every now and then, I felt like Sophia tried to bring me into the conversation. I appreciated the gesture, but I honestly enjoyed sitting back and watching them converse as if they had known each other for years. It was really incredible. She was incredible.

Mama ushered us into the dining room for dinner later, but Sophia didn't eat. Apparently, she didn't like fish. That was news to me, and I filed it away for future reference. The radio was on, and Sophia excused herself for a private dance party, but knowing her and how considerate she was, she probably wanted to give me and Mama a chance to talk since they had dominated the evening.

"I love her," Mama said.

I knew she would, but I was relieved to hear it.

"Yeah...she's great," I said.

"So..." she said in that tone.

I shook my head, watching the wheels spin rapidly in her head. Here comes the meddling.

"Is this it?" she asked casually. "She's the one?"

I couldn't tell if that was a real question or a strong suggestion disguised as a question, but I didn't mind answering.

"Yeah...I think she is."

"Good."

I kept waiting for the rest of the questions, but she said nothing more. Maybe she was contrite when she said she'd tone down the meddling. I halfway believed her when she said it, but was glad to see she meant it.

Sophia came back to the table as Mama collected and washed our plates.

"Sorry about that. When your song calls, you gotta answer!"

"Heh, yeah..."

If she said more after that, I didn't hear it. I was in a Sophia-induced trance. She was absolutely amazing! As I gazed at her, all that remaining fear I had about everything quickly melted away. At home, we were in our own fantastical bubble where no one existed but she and I. But this...watching her in the homes I used to live in, charming and befriending my family...this was real life, and I loved seeing her in it. She fit so perfectly, and I loved her so much. All I wanted to do was tell her over and over again! But the moment wasn't right. Truthfully, I didn't didn't want Mama fawning all over me and causing a scene. And...I didn't trust that Sophia and I could keep it together, if you know what I mean.

I beckoned for her to come to me and squeezed her tightly.

"My mom is in love with you," I whispered.

"I'm flattered," she whispered back. "How do I tell her she's not my type?"

She caught me completely off guard, and I doubled over in laughter. This woman was so dangerous and had six million wonderful ways of killing me. Either way I went out, I'd go smiling.

"Luca?" Mama called from the kitchen.

"I'll be right back," I said to Sophia, and sauntered into the kitchen. "Yes, Mama?"

"Hey! I just wanted to say I'm really proud of you, and I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't share things with me. Hopefully we can move past that? I don't want to miss any more of your life!"

Ugh! I knew I had hurt her feelings, but I didn't know she felt completely left out.

"Of course, Mama. Just so you know, it wasn't all you. I had stuff I needed to figure out...stuff I needed Dad for."

She nodded.

"I understand. I'm glad you two got a chance to get closer. That makes me happy."

"It's getting dark. I need to get Sophia home."

"Okay. I hope you guys come see me again soon. I love you, bud. And I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Mama. I love you too."

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[theomnicode]

Love is in the air

I can't believe I didn't notice this before. Thanks twitter for waking me up.

Saitama's not extremely giddy because he sees a big clam. I mean honestly, why would he? It's just a clam, calm down. You don't even have a pot yet.

Or a big dog. Which got all happy and cuddly with him and it still didn't induce this kind of reaction.

No, he's this giddy because he sees Genos. Being cute.

Saitama has a thing for cute stuff. Genos wears a pink apron for crying out loud, he loves little kids and he likes cats and dogs and then he has a little cutesy giraffe keychain too. He even called the big chinned kid not cute at all.

This is what happens when you get struck by dose of dopamine when you see a person you love. It triggers a dopamine release into the brain.

In essence, Saitama is acting like a lovestruck fool and that's why he doesn't notice anything else important that is happening around him. Parts of the brain that regulate critical thinking, self-awareness, and rational behavior, including parts of the prefrontal cortex, get turned off when feeling love. In short, he's being bit of a dummy. He's not very articulate either, he's literally repeating himself too.

Genos is basically the best antidepressant. And the worst possible distraction, can't forget that love turns brain into mush.

More meta below the cut.

Dopamine, produced by the hypothalamus, is a particularly well-publicized player in the brain’s reward pathway – it’s released when we do things that feel good to us. In this case, these things include spending time with loved ones and having sex. High levels of dopamine and a related hormone, norepinephrine, are released during attraction. These chemicals make us giddy, energetic, and euphoric, even leading to decreased appetite and insomnia – which means you actually can be so “in love” that you can’t eat and can’t sleep.

Dopamine is the brain's reward system that Saitama's brain seems to be sorely lacking because he displays a lot of typical adhd symptoms and one of them is the poor connection between the parts of the brain that connect dopamine and reward system with emotions and regulation, prefrontal cortex and the amygdala and other parts of the brain, creating deficiency in dopamine and thus depression and other stuff.

This guy explains the neuroscience better than I do. I don't actually have any kind of clue lmfao this stuff flies above my head, I'm not smart enough to be a neuroscientist. But now that he is apparently getting his actual dopamine fix, it would seem that the connection between his brain parts has become better.

Important because he has cognitive powers yea? Brain stuff is important. We had depiction of the brain during psykos too. There's separate Lobster example from Jordan Peterson bout serotonin, low social status and reference in Orochi's lobster back body being correlated as well. One of the reasons monsters tend to posture so much I suppose.

Petting a dog also releases serotonin and dopamine, two feel-good chemicals that can improve your mood. Serotonin and dopamine levels are often low in people who suffer from depression, so having a dog can help improve symptoms in depression sufferers.

I heavily suspect this change has occured because the areas of the brain, temporal lobe, got neuron activated and stimulated on the moon, where he experienced deja vu that I've made a meta about.

Most specifically, the amygdala, which controls memory, decision making and emotional responses.

In one study, electrical stimulations of the right amygdala induced negative emotions, especially fear and sadness. In contrast, stimulation of the left amygdala was able to induce either pleasant (happiness) or unpleasant (fear, anxiety, sadness) emotions.[10] Other evidence suggests that the left amygdala plays a role in the brain's reward system.

This is why Psykorochi's form is inspired by the neuron and why divine power appears in thunderstorms and there's a lot of electric crackles going on whenever someone uses divine power.

The amygdala is also involved in the modulation of memory consolidation. Following any learning event, the long-term memory for the event is not formed instantaneously. Rather, information regarding the event is slowly assimilated into long-term (potentially lifelong) storage over time, possibly via long-term potentiation. Recent studies suggest that the amygdala regulates memory consolidation in other brain regions. Also, fear conditioning, a type of memory that is impaired following amygdala damage, is mediated in part by long-term potentiation. During the consolidation period, the memory can be modulated. In particular, it appears that emotional arousal following the learning event influences the strength of the subsequent memory for that event. Greater emotional arousal following a learning event enhances a person's retention of that event. Experiments have shown that administration of stress hormones to mice immediately after they learn something enhances their retention when they are tested two days later. In rats, DNA damage was found to increase in the amygdala immediately after exposure to stress.[47] Stress was induced by 30 minutes of restraint or by forced swimming. By seven days after exposure to these stresses, increased DNA damage was no longer detectable in the amygdala, probably because of DNA repair. Buddhist monks who do compassion meditation have been shown to modulate their amygdala, along with their temporoparietal junction and insula, during their practice.[48] In an fMRI study, more intensive insula activity was found in expert meditators than in novices.

UVA light, which is what I suspect Saitama's harmful divine power is depicted as, has the capacity to harm DNA of living organisms and there are multiple references to that it is UVA light, for instance Carnage Kabuto can see it because beetles can detect UV light.

So after a week, his amygdala had repaired itself from the harm done by his own divine power to himself, because he used far too much power at once and his temporal lobe was having a seizure.

(Ergo its not healthy)

Basically, now that it has been a week after they got let out of Metal Knight's care, after his amygdala got highly stimulated and activated by his divine power, he's starting to remember something. More than likely, the fear of Genos death is going to be resurfacing soon, but so are the emotions that he experienced on the moon for Genos.

(if I understood that correctly)

Animal studies have shown that stimulating the amygdala appears to increase both sexual and aggressive behavior. Likewise, studies using brain lesions have shown that harm to the amygdala may produce the opposite effect. Thus, it appears that this part of the brain may play a role in the display and modulation of aggression.

That giddy, euphoric excitement you feel when spending time with the person you love (or seeing them across the room, or hearing their name)? You can trace this entirely normal effect of falling in love back to the neurotransmitter dopamine. Your brain’s reward system relies on this important chemical to reinforce pleasurable behaviors, including: eating listening to music having sex seeing people you love Simply thinking about the object of your affections is enough to trigger dopamine release, making you feel excited and eager to do whatever it takes to see them. Then, when you actually do see them, your brain “rewards” you with more dopamine, which you experience as intense pleasure.

In short, Saitama is now a free real estate for emotions. And he's already responding very well to dopamine triggers.

Such as actually feeling the emotions associated with feeling love for someone when he sees Genos.

Familial love? Or will it evolve into romantic attraction? We're bout to find out, soon tm.

(Feel free to eat well, Saigenos fans)

[mejomonster]

Mysterious lotus casebook, just fun things~

Li Lianhua calling his old rival A Fei which is just such a familiar name (I'm only used to Zhao Yunlan asking a crush to call him A Lan so). Like what a choice. Can't figure out an alias for ur super famous rival? Call him an intimate nickname. Sure.

Fang duobing being the MOST territorial man to ever live. Grabs hold of li lianhua and won't let go and moves himself in. Doesn't like li lianhuas other friends. Actively tries to Beat the shit out of them and give them bad food. On a mission to drive them OUT. Absolutely enraged over said nickname A Fei. Ready to throw hands nonstop

Fang duobing being That Bitch who says "you're my partner" nonstop within like a week of meeting. He could shake hands with Wei Wuxian calling Zhou Zishu his soulmate by ep 8 of Word of Honor lmao. But like genuinely, while partner im gonna interpret only as meant to be "detective partner/work partner" I still think it's Mighty Clingy of him to force li lianhua to be his partner lmao.

Fang duobing being such a fucking little liar who lies. "Fine I'm going my separate way" proceeds to move into the guest bedroom and eat all meals together. "Fine I'm not going to ask you to solve a crime with me" except I'm absolutely going to drag you into my shit until I get you mixed up in the case anyway uvu then insist you MUST help (and you won't want me to die so you will... and eventually fang duobings strategy DOES work... because eventually li lianhua goes back for him, like in the tomb, instead of leaving him behind anymore).

Fang duobing being like "You're ordinary, I'll protect you!" And like while in a way he's right, it's hilarious he's saying that to the Once Upon a Time second best fighter in the world. I also love how he immediately took the job of guard dog to heart: he is ride or die ready to do anything to protect his new coerced partner li lianhua.

I also like that him being ADAMANTLY ready to save li lianhua and protect him at all times, means we get plenty of rescues that aren't even a big deal. I think it's funny to compare the rescues to Ultimate Note and wu xie for two reasons. 1. Because Joseph zeng is playing the rescuer this time, and fang duobing is way more vocal about wanting to save li lianhua than xiaoge ever is, so it's cute to hear how intently up for Heroics the rescuer is. 2. Ultimate Note, like pretty much all dmbj for some reason, goes Really Shippy whenever it would do rescue scenes (you know what I mean... romantic music, long gazes into each other's eyes, romantic framing). It's interesting to see this show NOT do that, despite possibly even more frequent rescue scenes. I think it's a good idea but like... for a few reasons? First, li lianhua is experienced in fighting so he's not naive damsel in the way wu xie is, and he assumes he'll die so he doesn't really have major fear when he's in danger. Second, the whole tone of the show is more practical. I think the positive of this is we get really nice emotional scenes between the main trio that don't feel like jokes, and feel important as major relationships (which would also I guess be good for ships), and while it therefore doesn't really hit romance tropes (making bl potential scenes thankfully not get overt attention but also making it more vague, doing the same with women love interests so their scenes likewise feel less overtly intense as well) it does mean the weight of all scenes feels more balanced. I would compare it to how The Untamed handled all scenes romantic, platonic, familial in extremely similar ways in terms of feel. It made the romance stand out less, but it also meant the familial ties and friendship scenes felt Equally weighted. Which is a positive trait for this kind of show, I think, to weight all relationship types equally. While yeah it means ships of any kind become more subtle, I think it also makes all dynamics feel like they're closer to equal importance.

Fang duobing being a rich boy hypocrite is just The funniest fucking. It's so clear he's used to getting his way and it's part of why he grabbed li lianhua and didn't let go. He's got a mix of "genuinely wants to help people" that drives him to do good things like try to stop murderers and protect people until proven guilty and pursue evidence and the truth. Then he's also got that inherent quality of he's always gotten what he wants, he doesn't think he should ever Stop getting it. He's broke and starving, but only Very Nice tasting food he particularly craves is worth saying yes to. He's arrested? Use his family name and status and Baichuan courts sway to get himself free and bully the suspects into cooperating more. Li lianhua doesn't want him? Insist he's a Generous Hero for offering to protect/help li lianhua and no one should refuse such a Gift (so fang duobing simply won't be refused). A fei shows up and clearly has an existing (closer) relationship to li lianhua? Be a complete bitch to him to the point where it's leaning into harassment, try to chase him away, because if li lianhua is HIS then obviously he should be HIS more than he should be close to anyone else. Like an extremely territorial pet, he wants the most attention the most given to him from li lianhua and he does NOT want anyone to get as close to li lianhua as he is. Or at least as close as he Wishes he was (which is partners in solving cases and Life that travel the jianghu together... which... its fascinating he's really locked onto an "ordinary" person for this desire, you would think he'd want a martial arts master for that... but I think fang duobing enjoys feeling like the powerful one who can show off, impress, protect, and teach his partner... especially because his ego takes a hit with struggling to get into baichuan and being a subpar investigator compared to doctor li lianhua. It's clear fang duobing is used to being The Best, and while he wants to learn from li lianhua to fix his own shortcomings in investigating, he also probably appreciates he's BETTER at this ordinary man at things like fighting and it helps keep his ego from tanking. He could go find a jianghu martial arts master... but then they'd be better than him in All areas potentially. And then he'd just feel like shit. Hed rather have a teacher to learn from, who he can also feel NEEDS him. Fang duobing wants to be a hero, a damsel who repeatedly finds himself in danger is a great person for him to have around as it gives fang duobing repeated opportunities to show off how he's Valuable and Talented and Impressive and Needed by others. And oh boy... there's probably a LOT to say about how fang duobing grew up sick, weak, struggled to make progress and put in intense effort to be the best fighter of his age and best baichuan candidate, and how that pursuit means he really wants to Prove he's valuable outside of his family name. Because family name was all he started with, and he wanted to be like his uncle who proved himself Outside of the political system. He wanted to be like li xianyi who was a hero among those people, who even wanted to bring laws and justice to the jianghu, who treated fang duobing fairly and equally even as an ordinary weak young boy. Fang duobing INTENSELY desires to prove he's useful, needed, and has proven himself as capable in his own right. Li lianhua Feeds into those emotional needs a lot, and that alone would be enough for fang duobing to want to cling SO hard to him.)

Yeah more of just. How much I love fang duobing the lying liar who lies. He will be against tomb raiding but want a treasure to heal li lianhua. He will say he's fucking off and not going to bug former suspect li lianhua anymore then turn around and stalk him. He'll get told to leave and barge in and eat the man's fucking food. He is very set in getting what he wants, and he's not beyond doing whatever he wants to Get those things. Sure, he wouldn't kill someone or steal from a living person (at least not yet... he does have a lot of upstanding morals). But he's not above bullying an ordinary person who can't push back except intellectual, or trying to strong arm said intellectuals close friends to back the fuck off Fang Duobings PARTNER, or strong arm anyone who starts refusing him with whatever tools he's got (from his sword to his family's power to baichuan connections).

[frodo-with-glasses]

I've had one ask for Artist Commentary, but what about Second Ask? XD (If you're still down to answer!) Could you do "Well done, good and faithful servant" (the one where Frodo recalls all Sam has done for him and confirms to the Gaffer that he gave "perfect satisfaction") with 1, 3 (Frodo' expression looking down at Sam while thinking of the feats above), 6, 11, and 20? Thanks! :D

I’m trying to come up with a pun between “ask” and “second breakfast”, but it’s not happening. X-D Let’s go!

(Read the whole comic here!)

1. What made you want to draw this scene?

Oh please, you KNOW how weak I am for Frodo and Sam 🤣 Any time these two are being cute I’m gonna want to draw it.

But I do admit this little pause to reflect isn’t actually in the book. I made it up. Tolkien is very frugal when it comes to writing emotional responses, so in canon, Frodo just answers the Gaffer’s question immediately without a second thought.

But I wanted Frodo to sit there and think about it for a second. I wanted to linger here, savoring the emotions of the journey and how far these two have come. I wanted Frodo to look at Sam and feel the weight of everything this lovely, humble little gardener has done for him.

Which brings me neatly to:

3. What does [character’s] facial expression mean/what’s going through their head?

Oh man, what isn’t going through Frodo’s head right now?

I don’t really think there’s a coherent thought in there except “where do I begin?” I think the entire Quest is flashing through Frodo’s mind at once, playing like a loop film, and all he can do is look at Sam and feel this sudden wave of emotion and affection and gratitude that he can’t express.

It’s not that he wasn’t grateful before. I’m sure, once he began to recover, he did nothing but heap praise and thanks upon Sam. But here, at home, in the Shire, talking to Sam’s father, everything is recontextualized; suddenly Frodo has to summarize a year and a lifetime’s worth of servitude and companionship and comfort and loyalty and courage and utter devotion—in one sentence—to someone who saw none of it, someone who will never understand the true depth of what Sam has done for him.

I think there’s a bittersweet tinge to that, looking at Sam and knowing that it’s their secret; that even if they tell the story over and over, the experience will forever be theirs and theirs alone. There’s something intimate about that. No one else will ever know the tedium and the misery and the grief and the suffering and the love and the victory and the joy quite the way that they experienced it. No one else will ever understand. They are alone in this; but they are alone together.

And as Frodo looks at Sam, he finds that Sam is looking back up at him, with a soft and humble and almost questioning expression. “Did I do all right?” he seems to ask. “Was it enough?”

And the humility of it blows Frodo away. How on earth—after everything they’ve been through, everything he’s done, everything he’s sacrificed—how on earth could Sam possibly think he is anything less than an utter venerable saint?? But that’s just it. Sam don’t think he’s a saint. Sam don’t think much about himself at all. All he wants to know is if Frodo is all right, if Frodo is satisfied with his service, if Frodo thinks he did well, and he’s hanging on his words with all the eagerness of a loyal hound dog hoping for praise from its master.

“Sam, my dear Sam,” Frodo thinks, “where do I even begin?”

6. What is your favorite part of this piece?

Mmmmm yes LOL

Seriously, this whole comic turned out great, and it’s really hard to pick a favorite part. But if I had to choose, I think I’d say Frodo and Sam’s little smiles after the big panel are my favorites. It was very important to me to get their expressions right—it needed to be subtle, warm, bittersweet, and full of unspoken love—and I think it speaks to how much my art has grown in the past year that they turned out so well. Especially Sam’s face. Just. Ugh, I want to hug my boys.

11. What did you learn from drawing this?

I got great practice drawing wrinkles, using crosshatching (surprisingly distinct from hatching!), arranging stuff in the panel in a way that draws the eye where you want it to go, and playing with different “scales” of my art (from teeny tiny all the way up to normal-size). I also learned how to draw spiders, because…

20. Quick! Random fun fact!

…this comic was the first time I’d ever drawn Shelob LOL

ARTIST COMMENTARY ASK GAME!

[bookaddict05]

Girl in the chair

This is a spin off series inspired by @ladmarkinnit's web head series. This is from the point of view of Tess in his series. Unsure to what may happen yet as I just go with the flow but will be heavily linked with Ashes series, so I recommend you go over and read his story to, plus its a really good story so you should just go and read that one anyways.

TW: domestic abuse (emotional)

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UGH Monday rolls around once again, why do the weekends always seem to fly over so fast. Luckily we have a field trip for most of the day so no proper lessons are scheduled for the day. I wake up this morning getting ready into my favourite pair of blue ripped jeans and picking up my new brown aesthetically pleasing crop top I bought on a shopping spree I had to force Milo to go on with me yesterday. Matching this cute little outfit with a brown and blue tartan jacket to top it off.

I walk down the stairs of my house and walk into the kitchen. I see my mam sitting down at the kitchen island waiting with my lunch for the day. I grab my Jeep car keys off the counter and give her a hug and kiss goodbye as I leave the house.

"DRIVE SAFELY PET" She shouts as I close the door behind me.

-- 10ish minuets later--

I arrive at school just in time to jump on to the school bus for the school trip, I still don't see why they wont let me drive my own car to Octavius labs its not like me and Milo were planning to skip... Okay we were but they didn't know that.

I run up the steps of the bus, pushing through people blocking the pathway for no reason and drop into the seat next to Milo.

"Shove along short ass" I say teasingly. Me and Milo have been Best friends now for about 8 years. You would rarely see us without the other somewhere near. We are practically attached to the hip.

"You look like shit" I state while laughing at the state he is in.

"You should see the other guy" He retorts with a big gin over his face "I did" I say laughing back at him again.

We talk for a little bit catching up on the events that have happened between yesterdays shopping spree up until I sat down next to him on the bus. I have an immediate thought that makes my whole body light up.

"Please join the rugby team Milo, you'll love it". He stares at me blankly as I gave him the puppy dog eyes. He starts to chuckle finally giving in to my pleading.

"I'll think about it okay?" he says with a bit of sarcasm, yeah I think i better give up with this.

--- 20 minuets later ---

We arrive at Octavius Labs. We walk into the massive daunting building and we are assigned groups with tour guides. Our tour guide, unfortunately, looked like he was alive before Captain America became a Capsicle.

I look left and right before pulling Milos arm and hiding us behind a pillar. I pull out a camera I had stole from the photography room on Friday after lesson.

"Hey I picked this up, thought we could sneak off to the spider enclosure and grab some shots, you promised to do me a spider tattoo, this can be your concept design" I smirk with begging eyes again. I have never liked field trips and will always find away to escape them. Why do you think I'm not aloud to drive to them anymore. He nods and I jump with glee and we sneak off the opposite way from our tour guide leaving the old man with the other students.

We make our way to the room and Milo opens the door for me and we stare up at the spider enclosure in awe. As Milo is taking pictures I walk around and see that these spiders aren't your typical looking spider. Not a spider you would ever see. In fact they don't look like any species known to man. Strange.

I let the thought slide as me and Milo get a selfie with the spiders. I see Milo in clear pain as he clenches his ribs.

"You need to get a new binder" I say with sympathy, he's been experiencing a lot of pain from it lately.

"Come on we should go, you still down to see my mam tomorrow? She misses you a lot". He laughs as we make our way back to the bus.

-- back at home --

I pull into the driveway of my house and see that my dad is home early, its a Monday which makes sense in a way as he normally gets home early to come to rugby practice with me, but this was earlier than normal. I walk through the front door and walk straight into the kitchen and find my mam ironing, she gives me a look and through that one look I know that he isn't in a good mood and is to be left alone. I act if everything is normal, most of my life could be considered an act, never letting my true self show to anyone. Well anyone but Milo, I know I can trust him with anything.

I head up in to my room and get ready to go to training.

-- Tuesday --

Today was just as normal however Milo does seem to be acting strange. Well he's always strange but I mean he was beyond strange today. For example today at lunch we got bored so I got the rugby ball out from the back of my car and he held it above my head without using his fingers, that is quite literally impossible. Even more impossible for a person who hasn't played rugby since they were 10.

I shrugged it off as beginners luck, but something is definitely up and he's not telling me about it. I will find out what he is keeping from me.

-- Tuesday afternoon --

I'm sitting up in my bedroom reading my newest book 'Practice makes perfect' by Sarah Adams whilst listening to Jonas Brothers. However this all gets interrupted by an incoming phone call. Milo.

"Hey y/n/n, I need one of your comic books" he says over the phone.

"Wait, OH MY GOD, have I converted you to the dark side?" I say with shock but enthusiasm as I have bee dying to get him to read one of them.

"Sure you have, do you still have that uh Spider girl thing?" he sighs when saying that, knowing for a fact I will now never shut up about this.

"I left it at yours because I knew you would want it someday, check under your old rugby uniform" I say while smiling so much it actually started to hurt.

"OMG, I love you so much, thank youuuu, you stupid nerd" he says as he hangs up the phone. I had a gut feeling that deep down that there was something behind the reason he was asking for the comic but I didn't want my overthinking to cloud the day where I finally got him interested into a comic book, even though it may of been for another reason.

As I am reading I see my phone light up with a message and see its my mam asking me to come downstairs. I comply to her request and go downstairs to see her and my dad not looking happy.

"what's up?" I ask.

"We have just heard from your school that you are FAILING more that half of your subjects" my dad starts to raise his voice.

Oh no this isn't going to end well.

I block out as much as I can but some words still manage to creep through.

"worthless"

"Fat"

"waste of space"

"Thick as pig shit"

-- 10 mins later --

I am upstairs in the bathroom balling my eyes out. Trying to calm myself down just before Milo arrives. Eyes are all red and puffy so I splash cold water over my face to help. Adding concealer underneath my eyes to hide the dark circles and then re-applying mascara. That's when I hear a knock on my bedroom door and then Milo walks through the door.

"Hello sunshine" he says with a smile, Ironic.

"Hello Goth boy" I say back with a smile across my face.

"I brought snacks and hair dye"

"do we have an exam tomorrow?" I ask which he returns with a nod

"Hair dye timeeeee"

it has became some sort of a ritual before an exam now that I dye my hair so if I fail at least I did it looking good. Which has been a lot lately.

--

Next thing I know my hair has been separated into 2. With the under of my hair being dyed pink. Out in the corner of my eye I see the bleach box and I pick it up looking straight at Milo.

"No please, not again" he says as he backs away from me. I open he box and the lid of the bleach and shrug

"well its open now we must use it" smiling as I put a blob onto his black hair.

"I hate you" he groans.

"I love you too" chuckling while applying more.

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Ahh so i just done all of this tonight, you can obviously see if u have read the web head series where they interlink.

I highly recommend reading @ladmarkinnit series as it gives u the perspective of milo over there but you are milo to if u get me over in that series the persons POV im writing here is called Tess.

Yeah if this confuses you just ignore it and go find out for yourself 😂

[multisfantasias]

♡     ━    BASICS ﹕

(PEN)NAME » minnie PRONOUNS » she/her ZODIAC SIGNS » pisces + dog TAKEN OR SINGLE » taken TIME ZONE » az time

♡     ━    THREE FACTS ﹕

1 » i went to college / university majoring in game art and animation! ...but i'm not on a single shipped game. 😭 2 » i just recently got my first kitten ever!!! her name is layla and she's a bombay and very cute and as soon as i start getting more active you will have all the photos......... 3 » my first foray into video game rp was with a character from a super obscure game and honestly i was surprised i got as much interaction outside the immediate friend group i joined with as i did. ...someday i will write you again, yurick.

♡     ━    EXPERIENCE ﹕

*     ♡     ━    ooh boy let's see if i can remember….i'm pretty sure i've been doing some sort of roleplaying since i was a kid, making up stories with my sisters and friends using our favorite characters. as far as online roleplay, i started on gaiaonline forums and was probably extremely bad but thought i was amazing. tumblr for me started i think junior? year of high school. and i've been here on and off ever since. i may vanish for a while but YOU'LL NEVER GET RID OF ME MWAHAHA.

♡     ━    MUSE PREFERENCE ﹕

*     ♡     ━    looks at the list of characters i have written / do write / would like to write. have they become my child? yes? then yes. in all seriousness, though, i have such a wide variety of characters i'm drawn to write that i don't think i really have a 'preference'. i think the largest majority of my (past, present, and hypothetical future) muse list(s) are made up of: CUTE CHILDREN / TEENS I WANT TO PROTECT » "memory", tiny tina, young!hope estheim, marlene, alphinaud, naminé, chiaki, deuce CHARACTERS WHO ARE FAR MORE COMPLEX THAN THEY APPEAR ON THE SURFACE » asahi, vanille, sera, cole, thancred, lyse, hauyn, enna kros *     ♡     ━    as far as my original characters, i sort of tend to gravitate to creating characters who either want to make the world better or have some interesting quirk to them that i want to explore. hikaru falls into the formerwhile isabella falls into the latter.

♡     ━    FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ﹕

FLUFF » fluff good, fluff sweet. minnie like fluff. ANGST » GIMME THAT GOOD SHIT. i love writing people experiencing emotions!!! and struggles!!! SMUT » given that i'm still trying to figure out if i'm potentially on the ace-spectrum, preferably not unless we're like super close and i trust you to that point at which point i'd probably prefer it to be via discord and not on dash. also please let me bring it up first……. i am a slowly recovering people pleaser and i hate being put into situations where i feel like i'm going to disappoint someone. ;;

♡     ━    PLOT / MEMES ﹕

*     ♡     ━    personally i'm a big fan of both! plotting can be good to get a specific relationship or idea working but memes can be great if no one knows where to start and has honestly created many of my best roleplay relationships.

*     ♡     ━     TAGGED BY     ﹕    ❪ @embclmxd ❫ *     ♡     ━     TAGGING     ﹕    ❪ honestly it's been so long since i was tagged in this, just take it and say i did! ❫

[oru-tree]

Ouououou sonic prime ep 9

Spoilers under cut

This guy

gah

He is SO funny, montage of him preparing through the course of 8 eps to punch sonic in the face

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES!!!

Sonic right now ↑ 

Big fan of how they curled up his ears in here to sort of give the appearance of horns + his slow descent, good good

Yelling and screaming

He is SO sad ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Incredible smear

Wahhh

Cuuute!

Ok, going to leave it like this because I dunno if tumblr will let me upload this many pics in this post

Edit. Ok I can keep going

This scene is SOO good in motion, because shadow is all serious going “Come with me” and then he does his silly skating, its so so good

HE IS SO SAD AAAHGHHH

The ligthing in this one scene is kinda odd, ok continuing in a bit...

Edit 2. Ok continuing

Experiencing shrimp emotions at the moment

Looking at sonic and going wow thats sonic sonic the hedgehog

Nine is sooo good, sonic’s right shadow

Me seeing the might start fighting again:  :3

hehehe :3

Big fan of shadow not letting sonic finish speaking, I hope sonic does the same eventually

Like the composition of this shot

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

HUGE FAN of him starting to have fun midfight

YES VIOLENCE!!1

HAAAHHHAH

Hghghghg he just gets splatted into this big crystal like a bug

Mimi... I think I’ve always hced shadow as being a heavy sleeper, rn he’s like, unconsious but Im going to add it to that

Big mimi...

HHHHHHBHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I cant get a good pic of it but the shot where he holds him, like, the one right after that one picture,, me when I grab my dog

AUgh experiencing emotions at the moment

Huge day for annoying people (me)

GAH

Bonking his head just after rescuing him, so good

Sonic looks soo good in this scene

Iluu

Hes soo cute

teehee

Wow... working together.. just what society (me) wants...

This shot is so funny, I love it, loved this ep augh

[burningrubber]

Kissing a Stranger | CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: nopety nope nope, just fluff and soft boi charles

request: from anon "Hii love!! I think you’re still taking requests? Could you maybe write one about Charles with #1 and #53 from your prompt list? I also absolutely loved your vacation Charles fic, it was so cute 🥺 thank youu! X"

authorns/n: breaking up the angst with a bit of fluff. love this request, and i'm a big fan of those prompts like #1. and the potential for a part 2??? Maybe??? Lmk. get ready for chaotic and clueless MC energy. All the love ♡

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gif credit to owner :)

Of course it was just your luck, that during your day out shopping, you would run into your ex boyfriend. The heartbreak was still lingering, but at the same time you were over the relationship long before it had ended. Despite him not being the worst, he wasn't all that good either, always saying something to dig in at you. Luckily, you managed to end it quickly and quietly, not letting yourself fall into a trap with him and not caring what he thought or did.

That didn't mean that you didn't want to hide away from him, potentially make him somewhat jealous after his actions. Clouded in impulsive decisions, that's how you found yourself sliding in the closest shop before he managed to see you or come in. A quick message being sent to your sister in the meantime, as you walked with as much confidence as you could muster towards a male that seemed to be of similar age to you.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the slight embarrassment that was creeping up your spine as to what you were about to ask the person in front of you. The request was at the tip of your tongue when he turned towards you, his hazel eyes going a bit wide at your proximity to him,

"Hi, my ex just walked in. Would you hold my hand please?" you forced the words out, his face flashing with confusion and shock at your question. The emotion just seemed to intensify somewhat when you stuck out your hand palm up for him to take, no point in being shy now. The two of you stood like that for a few more beats, a hand combing through his hair as he mulled over your words.

Your eyes flicked around the shop and saw your ex stood a few railings away, talking to someone over the phone. You turned back to the stranger with slight anxiety, but managed to pull off the best puppy dog eyes at him. It clearly worked, the male shrugging at your request before taking your hand in his and looking over towards who you had seen a few seconds ago and pieced the information together. His hand gave yours a gentle squeeze and your heartbeat increased, his golden green eyes trapping you, attention solely focused on him.

But that didn't last long when you started to panic, seeing the shadow of your ex over your momentary fake boyfriend shoulder. All thoughts went out the window as your body acted on its own, a hand curling around the stranger's neck and playing about with the short hair there. It was very soft. You put on your best smile and pulled the stranger closer to your level, a blush spreading over his cheeks in the cutest way possible. Cursing yourself about what you were about to ask of this kind person, trampling over any sort of boundaries that stood between two strangers.

"Can I kiss you?" you whispered to him, your eyes going back and forth between his, clearly lost for words at your actions and requests. You were indeed as stupid as they came, it all probably overwhelming to someone that didn't know you. The anxiety brewing within you was starting to seep out, hands becoming a bit more shaky as fight or flight mode started up to get you out of the crazy situation that you got yourself in.

He must've sensed this as he closed the gap, his lips gently skimming over yours as they parted slowly at him leaning in towards you. When your lips locked, it was like no other kiss you had ever experienced, the rhythm coming naturally. Your thoughts melted away and you were stuck in that moment, not one brain cell drifting away from what was happening right then and there. One of his hands travelled up and cupped your cheek, effectively deepening the kiss as your hand travelled higher to the longer strands of the brown hair.

You were lost in the moment, wanting it to last forever, because how could a stranger kiss you with so much passion, not knowing you. But, the burning in your lungs from the lack of oxygen could only be ignored for so long, and as soon as you started to pull away he chased your lips for a second. The blush on your cheek spread at the intensity of the moment, heat travelling through your body. The smile that spread over his face was breathtaking and you took a few seconds to admire it before your consciousness came back in full swing. Your ex was gone and Mia was most likely waiting in the car park, but your eyes kept going back to his lips.

"I'm sorry," you finally managed to get about, "About all of that," and with those as your parting words, you had let go of his hand that you only now realised he was still holding, turning on your heel and leaving the shop. You didn't stop for a second, not until you were out of the centre and in your sister’s car.

"I know you didn't just kiss your ex, so what the fuck did you do Y/n?" her smile was full of amusement at your state, body twisted to face you and take in how flustered you were. Putting your head in your hands, you tried to escape her judgmental eyes and calm down the redness that was covering your skin.

"I just made out with a stranger," your muffled voice could barely be heard to you, never mind your sister, so she pulled your hands away. You gave her a sideways glance before repeating, "I made out with a stranger so escape my ex,"

"That is pure gold!" she laughed, shaking her head and turning back to face the front, starting the car, "never expected you to do something that rash,"

Your fingers traced your lips, the lingering feeling of his lips still there as you smiled at the thought of it. It was true though, you were one of the most outgoing people you knew, but you respected boundaries, not daring to go out of your way to make anyone uncomfortable or awkward. You kept to yourself, and when you had asked him for a kiss you expected a single peck, not whatever he did to you. Your mind was still a bit of a mess, his face the most prominent thought.

Mia had started spewing out questions about his looks and his voice. How well did he kiss you on a scale of one to ten. The blush subsided, but didn't leave your face completely, it all still a bit too fresh so the words that were coming out of your mouth barely made sense to your sister. You recounted how handsome he looked, how his stubble was groomed just right, and his eyes were the prettiest hazel colour you ever saw. But you didn't say much about his voice, only now realising that you hadn't really let him speak. That thought led to another, and now your hopes were dying out to ever see that stranger again. He had that foreign look to his face, meaning that he was most likely a tourist or something like that.

However, when the two of you finally arrived home, the conversation shifted from the mysterious, brown haired stranger to the weekend ahead. Mia was always an avid watcher of formula one, and now that she could volunteer at the circuit she applied, forcing you to do it with her. You rarely ever watched the races, seeing the cars zoom about in passing as you walked through the living room to the kitchen when it was playing. The two of you managed to bag a volunteering position in the Alpha Tauri hospitality motorhome from Friday morning till sunday night. She had tried to teach you who each driver was, and a bit about the team, but you didn't really pay attention as you didn't find any need for it. Despite the volunteering work.

At least it was something to do, something new that you probably won't get a chance to experience again. And it also gave you the chance to make sure that Mia didn't embarrass herself, knowing full well how hyperactive she could get when in adrenaline high environment.

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Friday came quicker than you had anticipated, your sister running round the house grabbing things that she would most likely not need, while you were sitting on the couch cross legged and eating some cereal. Watching her pace with entertainment.

For a few days, your mind constantly wandered back to the day in the shopping centre, your dreams even staring him one night. It was quite peculiar for you, to linger on an event like that for so long, but it was one hell of a kiss and although most of the hope died out you still thought that somehow the two of you would meet again. The anxiety came with those thoughts too, what if you spent so many hours thinking of him and he didn't even spare you a second after you left the shop. How awkward would it be if the two of you somehow ran into each other, and he didn't even remember you.

Pushing the thoughts down and getting up from the couch, you washed your dishes before fixing the Alpha Tauri top that you were required to wear while in the paddock. It somewhat matched the team wear that Mia told you about, but not quite, probably to distinguish staff from volunteers. When you returned to the living room, Mia had looped the lanyard around your neck, your eyes skimming over the pass that was hanging from it as you grimaced. Not the most flattering of pictures that your sister chose.

Grabbing your day bag, you picked up a water bottle that was chilling in the fridge overnight hydrate or diedrate, letting Mia know that you were ready before pushing her out the door so that she wouldn't make the two of you late. Still running through the mental list about things she needed on the short walk to the car.

"We get food on the job at least," she muttered when the two of you were settled in the vehicle, a bright smile on her face as she oozed out excitement for the day ahead. Anticipating what this volunteering gig might bring.

"Oh yum, cafeteria food," you frowned, yet hoped that with an organisation so big the food would be of a higher quality than those school lunches you used to have. Your sister rolled her eyes before reversing out of the drive, starting your way towards the circuit. It wasn't too far of a drive, just over twenty minutes or so, but with the traffic trying to get to the same place as you it definitely stretched out the time. However, your anxiety riddled sister prepared for this and despite running round the house you still set off earlier than usual.

The men at the gates checked your passes before letting you know the best area to park in for the day. So, after a few deep breaths on your sister's part, the two of you finally got out of the car and made your way to the turnstiles to get into the paddock. You felt quite privileged being on this side of it all, a true once in a lifetime experience even if you weren't as involved in the whole formula one world.

Once you got to the volunteers area, you were provided with a schedule of the day, your responsibilities outlined in all the boxes along with your break time. You and your sister were two out of the five that were working the hospitality area and decided between you to rotate throughout the day so as to not get bored. Your times would be split up between counter work, coffee runs, and clearing of tables. It was simple enough and your days as a waitress were definitely coming in handy.

Once settled into the area, the five of you got to work with setting everything up for the day. Making sure that everything that could be stocked up was, and preparing what you would need for the lunch rush that was going to happen in over an hour. The other volunteers were easy going, cracking jokes with you and giving the downlow on what to expect as they had worked at one of the hospitalities the previous year.

Lunch time was as entertaining as it could get, Mia and you manning the counter and cracking jokes with some of the staff members while complimenting others. Creating an atmosphere that was warm and welcoming, the area always full of anticipation for the practice sessions ahead. You had also managed to catch a glimpse at one of the team drivers, Yuki Tsunoda, who was having his break with some of his team members. Although you didn't directly interact with him, he gave the two of you and the other volunteers a wave from his table. A thank you floating your way before he had left the motor home.

After the rush was over, you walked out back to throw out some of the rubbish bags that accumulated over the morning and early afternoon. It was peak heat out and you could definitely feel it through the dark clothing that you were wearing today. The Australian sun was a bit much right now, but you still went round front to take a short breather.

"Hey, excuse me," a male was walking your way, looking directly at you. From his racing gear get up, you assumed he was one of the drivers, his overalls matching Yuki's that you noted before. The only difference being that he had the arms loosely wrapped around his waist, probably to try not overheat.

"Are you talking to me?" you still decided to double check despite his eyes being on you, and you only. Shielding your eyes from the sun, you realised that he had the better idea of wearing a cap. His smile was bright, but not as pretty as the strangers that you saw a few days prior, as he nodded eagerly at your question, "Can I help you?"

"Did you kiss someone at a clothing store the other day?" he asked, the query throwing you completely off balance as you expected at least some sort of an introduction. Heat creeped up your neck at the memory of the kiss though, and the driver immediately caught on that you knew exactly what he was asking,

"That's a very specific question to ask someone," you replied, a nervous chuckle escaping you as you looked around the paddock, looking for a potential escape but you knew full well that apart from your sister you knew no one. He rolled his eyes in a playful manner before crossing his arms over his chest,

"Are you avoiding it? Is it because you did?" he laughed, and while you both knew that it was you, it was still embarrassing and very puzzling as to why a formula one driver knew anything about the situation. Maybe he knew the person? What if they were here? You were immediately interested more in the conversation than previously,

"Well, it is weird that you out of all people is asking me such a question. Are you a mind reader or something?'' The rhetorical question was left unanswered by the male, the blush still lingered as your emotions were a whole mess of embarrassment and hope.

"It must be fate," he concluded, nodding to himself with somewhat happiness in his eyes. He looked around some after looking at his watch, clearly his break time was coming to a close,

"How do you know about that anyway? It is a bit weird," you mentioned, wanting some more sustenance in his answers instead of being interrogated. Your mind was already running wild with theories so if he could somehow tame them with a good enough answer, that would be nice.

"Just do," well that surely wasn't helpful to you, he just shrugged before taking a step back at his name being called, "if you're still here after practice then I want you to meet someone,"

"Listen, I'm just an ordinary volunteer here, this is all already peculiar," you thought out loud as you eyes the driver that was backing away from you, your curiosity was already peaking as is and you didn't know if you could wait hours to find out what he knew.

"Just trust me ok? I'll see you later," he waved before turning around, jogging back in the direction of the garage. You stood there confused at everything, still finding it peculiar how an F1 driver knew anything about your actions from a few days prior. Shaking off the conversation, you went back into the hospitality, your skin prickling at the change in temperature as the AC was working overtime in the motorhome.

When you got back to the counter, you apologised to the team but they assured you it was completely fine. They had seen you talking to Pierre Gasly, the other Alpha Tauri driver, and were interested as to why he came up to talk to you rather than the other way round. Mia had some suspicions, but the rest of the volunteers were obviously clueless.

Not wanting to share anything with the rest of them, you dismissed their questions and only started talking about the frenchmans weird queries to Mia when you were on your break. It was practice session time, and so hospitality was dead, everyone in the garage or in the stands watching on and looking at data. The two of you wandered around and managed to find a place where you could see some of the cars go round the track from a distance. You even managed to be your sister’s personal photographer for a few minutes as you took pictures of her for a scrapbook, happiness flowing through her as she got to be in the paddock.

The second part of the shift seemed to go by slowly yet so fast, you were serving people in between short chatter with the others. Your eyes every so often glancing at how much time there was left of the practices. After the fact, a lot of members were thrown into debriefs and working on the car before tomorrow's practice and qualifying. While those were happening, the five of you were cleaning up the area and restocking things for the morning so that you didn't have to do too much in the morning. It also took your mind a bit of Pierre's words from earlier.

When everyone left, you and Mia took a seat on the motorhome steps to wait for the Alpha Tauri driver. The two of you talking away about the events of the day and how much you were actually enjoying yourself volunteering.

"You actually waited," Pierre's voice caused you to jump slightly, which caused a laugh to escape Mia. Shaking that off, you stood up to greet the driver, who was dressed in more casual clothes this time,

"I'm Mia, her sister and ride home so I hope you don't mind me tagging along with you," she had said to Pierre when his eyes travelled to her, a small smile on her face as her nervousness caused her to play with her rings,

"Not at all," the Frenchman replied and started walking, you sandwiched between the two of them on your way to what seemed to be the exit of the paddock. Who had asked Pierre who you were walking to meet, but were met with silence and a knowing smile from his end, your sister eager for what was about to happen.

"Hey Charles!" Pierre called out from beside you, hands waving to a man in red team wear that was near the turnstiles. He was animatedly chatting away to someone, and when he saw the three of you nearing he said a quick bye and turned towards you.

Time seemed to stop when you met his hazel eyes, the hazel eyes, which widened when recognition flew through him. His mouth opened slightly and you couldn't seem to take in any more air right then. His eyes flicked between you and Pierre, as you felt your sister's intense gaze in the side of your head.

"It's you," you finally managed to croak out, tongue dry as the embarrassment returned. You whipped around towards Pierre to calm yourself down somehow, smacking his arm gently in offence, "couldn't you tell me instead of being so inconspicuous before?!"

"Did you just hit me?" he laughed at your reaction, very entertained at how you were acting despite kissing his best friend with such confidence a few days ago. You were definitely turning into a walking tomato. Charles let out a laugh too and it drew your attention back to him, you would listen to that laugh all day if you could.

"Is that why you were being so weird and giddy after lunch?" Charles looked towards the other driver, his voice was even better than his laugh and definitely not what you imagined. His accent highlighted at the ends of the words as it rolled out with his speech. You were melting at an alarming rate.

"You made out with Charles Leclerc?!" Mia shouted from your side, and you quickly turned to look at her wide eyed. The two other men even more amused by your sisters reaction,

"I didn't know he was someone in F1!" you defended, becoming more flustered by the second, "This is so embarrassing, holy shit," you added in a whisper. That day was unlucky as is, and now you found out you kissed someone that was clearly a name in formula one, your sister making that very clear. She was still standing there gobsmacked at the answer to her many questions, but was being gently coaxed away by Pierre to leave the two of you alone.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Charles, I'm Y/n," you introduced yourself when you finally scrambled your mind together, meeting his hazel orbs once more. The golden hour that was currently happening was doing him all the favours as your brain mapped out his features to retain them in memory,

"You know my name, but I'm Charles, a driver for Ferrari here," you gestured around the two of you with a chuckle, his eyes going soft as you nodded. Oh he was even more known than just a team member, you had kissed a famous driver in motor sport on accident.

"I'm really sorry about the other day! I hope that you didn't get into trouble or something because of my rash actions," you apologised once more for good measure, not wanting him to think that you did it just because he was famous or something. But now the question of whether someone saw it, what if it got to the press and you didn't realise?"

"You really don't have to apologise, mon cherie, no one found out about it apart from Pierre who was there with me that day," he explained, and that french term in between made your mind swim with endearment. You definitely needed to translate that later, "no need to apologise for the kiss either, especially with how good it was," his confidence was addicting despite the slight glint of shyness in his eyes. But that is exactly what your brain needed to hear right now.

"I'm glad you felt the same," you managed to say back, a blush spreading over your cheeks at the way he was looking at you. His hair looked soft for the amount of time he had spent in the helmet, and you wanted to touch it again, "It's all quite the coincidence though isn't it? I'm glad Pierre recognised me,"

"I'm happy he did too, gives me the chance to actually have the time to ask for your number, maybe?" his hand scratched the back of his neck, and you immediately took it as a nervous tell. You pulled out your phone in answer and handed it over to him,

"Maybe we could meet up one day, I don't know how long you're here for," you said hopefully, as he typed away on your phone, sending a message to himself so that he would have your number. When he looked back up at you, he gave you another one of those breathtaking smiles,

"I was going to ask you out for dinner, I'm here for a few days after the race," Charles' words somehow managed to make you even happier and you nodded at that. The two of you would hatch out the details later on as you told him you knew of a few nice restaurants round Melbourne.

He walked you back to the car, and you gave him a kiss on the cheek goodbye, giddy on the inside that you got to see him again and you would for the next few days as well. His face was flushed when he ran back to his friend as you got in the car, the questions already spilling out of your sister. It must have been fate for the two of you to meet again.

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Thank you for reading ♡

[autumn-sweet-fae]

The minute I saw the characters' refs (which are all fantastic btw and holy hell does Mint take after Melli- ancestoral whiplash), all I can think is that Blaze is going to be hella distracted by the Hisuian Growelithe. Like, I just imagine he's trying to battle Akari and Ingo, but he keeps trailing off and staring at the Growelithes nearby because he wants to pet them so bad, they're good little fire puppers. His Houndoom is basically rolling his eyes at this point and fighting on his own because he knows his trainer will be too distracted by that need to pet the fire puppies. Yes, Blaze is one of the villains and a dick, but being a dog person is completely relatable ignoring my username. Hisiuan Growelithe would fit the aesthetic he has going with some of his other pokemon, not the least of which Hisuiuan Arcanine.

Omfg, yes, Akari and Ingo are going to be very confused for a few seconds until Mint opens their mouth.

So Blaze is a bad guy for now, but he does genuinely love and care for his pokemon. And he Adores dog pokemon! The moment he saw a Hisuian Growlithe he was in love. They look so fluffy and friend shaped!

He’s very good at keeping his cool, hiding his emotions and staying professional when working a job, but like… puppies. It’s Super Effective!

He’d go from the intimidating and competent threat Ingo and Akari have been running from, to visibly vibrating with the need to roll in the grass with the doggos the moment he sees the Growlithes. Even the giant intimidating Arcanine are so cute to him. 

Houndoom is aware of her trainers love of puppies and does not mind it. Blaze got Lycanroc as a puppy Rockruff and she was the best caring big sister to him. And he and his houndoom have been together since he was like 10 so she’s experienced enough to be able to act on her own when necessary. 

Also, enjoy this Beautiful art from @zhenniii depicting Blaze the day he adopted his Rockruff 😌

[my-mt-heart]

TWD 11x10 “New Haunts” Review

Well, that’s funny. This episode tried to throw Donnie and Carzekiel in my face and yet somehow I still feel…secure about Caryl’s future? Does that sound backwards? Am I delusional or could it be I’ve put my faith in the right showrunner’s hands? Hmm. But in all seriousness, babes, Angela comes through once again, knowing exactly where to draw the line to preserve our understanding of Daryl’s and Carol’s characters. With that said though, I do have one bone to pick…

And here it is. I have always commended Angela for allowing the emotions to drive the story, but when it comes to this fast transition into the Commonwealth and 30-day time jump, I worry she’s fallen a little short. We know characters are being given a lot of choices this season, the choice to either stay in Alexandria or join a new, high-functioning society is a major one I’d say. To me, it just seems like all of the characters, especially the ones who took the latter option, are being thrown into this situation for the sake of honoring a predetermined plotpoint without giving enough thought into motives. What could Lance Hornsby have possibly said to convince two suspicious characters like Daryl and Carol to leave their home behind, the home Daryl not too long ago suggested was worth fighting for even if it needs to be cleaned up and the one Carol was doing everything she could to keep standing, including slaughtering a horse? Don’t get me wrong, I can formulate a few ideas. After the whirlwind Daryl experienced with the Reapers for example, he’s probably so exhausted from day-to-day survival and of course, he wants to do what’s best for Judith and RJ. As for Carol, with everything she’s suffered and endured, it’s not a stretch of the imagination to believe safety and security would be enticing to her. Maybe she wanted to remain close to Daryl. After all, the work we saw her put in throughout 11A had been for his sake in a lot of ways, hadn’t it? Plus, like, she loves him and what not. That’s the thing. I can infer all day and night, but I shouldn’t have to. For a leap this big, I think we were at least entitled to a conversation between Daryl and Carol beforehand to gauge where their heads are at, including with each other coming off a season and a half of tension. 

A reviewer said Daryl and Carol seem to be on “much better” terms in this episode, and I could not disagree more. They’re friendly with each other. Carol gives Daryl a cookie. Daryl gives Carol a smug, but cute look when he finds out she used to read a lot of tabloids (side note: of course she did). Otherwise, they’re still a little bit stiff. Daryl giving the cookie to RJ reminds me of Diverged when Carol offers her canteen and he gives the water to Dog instead. It’s not meant as a rejection, but perhaps Carol sees it that way. She’s trying to take care of him, and he’s implying he doesn’t need her. Then on Daryl’s side, he’s hearing her say “maybe we don’t need to do anything to make it work” in reference to the Commonwealth, but he could easily attribute that kind of nonchalant attitude to their relationship. This is the problem with letting too many feelings go unspoken. They’re just sitting there, festering, and I predict it’s only a matter of time before it all boils over again. 

I’m sure some are still disappointed Carol is living separately from Daryl and the kids (I blame fanfiction), but the way I see it, she is trying to establish boundaries. She is intentionally keeping herself at arm’s length because she can’t entertain the idea of a nuclear family again. After Henry, she doesn’t trust herself to be a maternal figure to Judith and RJ, and more than that, she wants to give Daryl space to find the happiness she’s certain she can’t give him. This, my friends, is where Connie factors in. 

First, let me put it out there that there is nothing explicitly romantic between Daryl and Connie throughout the entire conversation. In fact, it seems more focused on bolstering Connie’s image, emphasizing what an accomplished journalist she is for having gotten Pamela Milton’s uncle kicked out of congress way back when. Carol even gives Daryl an impressed look as if she’s trying to communicate, “hey, did you hear that? Isn’t she great? She’s great, right?” Yes, Daryl does watch Connie go and there is definitely intent to make us think he might be attracted to her, but again, it’s worth noting there’s nothing in his expression that indicates he really is. There’s no score or anything to heighten what one would expect to be an emotional milestone for Daryl’s character because the goal is to make that dynamic as innocent or unemotional as possible. I have no doubt people who ship Daryl and Connie would laugh at that and say we’re in denial. Here’s the other thing. If the show wants to reveal Daryl has feelings for Connie, why not give them a private moment? Why not at the ball where Connie, dressed very cutely, can actually give him something to stare at? The reason, I believe, is because Carol has to be able to witness everything. She is the reason this concept of Daryl and Connie is being perpetuated. Curious that Daryl’s look comes after Carol tries to point out how impressive Connie is, as if he’s trying really hard to see what Carol sees. At the same time, unbeknown to her, Carol is the thing standing in the way of it actually happening.

She might sound amused when she says, “you should ask her to dance,” and honestly, it doesn’t surprise me. As long as she assumes Daryl is better off with Connie, she's not going to let her own deeper feelings surface or even entertain the fact that there are deeper feelings. As I said in my last review, she cares far more about making sure Daryl is happy than letting herself be happy, and I think that's because she's still harboring a lot of negative feelings about herself and her worth. At one point, she even jokes to Ezekiel that she is “a lady of high caliber” to which he replies “the highest.” The look on her face afterward is heartbreaking because it’s obvious she doesn’t really believe it, so why would a good judge of character like Daryl ever believe it? Objectively, Carol is an integral part of Daryl's happiness, but internally, she believes she's a walking virus who’s only good at spreading pain, so she is using Connie as a buffer. She needs an excuse to distance herself because if she does the opposite and gets too close, she might lose Daryl. Chase him away, get him killed. Whatever form that takes, it's Carol's biggest fear. The mind is a powerful thing, and hers is definitely playing tricks on her. 

When Bonds first aired, Angela Kang commented that Carol prodding Daryl on his love life stemmed from the belief she wouldn’t make it out of the whisperer war. And I know what you’re all thinking. Well, fuck. The whisperer war is over, Carol lived through it, she made amends, and she still hates herself enough to push another woman onto Daryl? What gives? I think I’ve said before that when Daryl’s and Connie’s relationship inevitably came up again, there would have to be some sort of nuance to reflect Carol’s emotional growth since S10. Well, as I’m slowly coming to terms with, this show loves (LOVES) to bury the lead, and for that reason alone, it’s highly possible nothing is going to be clear until either Carol or Daryl confesses or they kiss or both. I’m not saying I like it. I’m just saying we should brace ourselves for it. I still maintain that Daryl will be the one to confess first, officially shutting down the notion of a romantic relationship between him and Connie and ultimately shocking not only Carol, but the fans (the ones who don’t pay attention anyway). See what I mean about a bait and switch? 

All that being said, I think Carol’s apparent supportiveness can still be explained narratively. When you look closely at what she’s actually accomplished this past season – getting the horses, feeding her people, finding Connie – you might notice that it was all done in the spirit of “fixing what she broke” for the sake of the people she cares about. She did not “fix” herself. If anything, the events that transpired since the conversation in 10x06 have probably reinforced in Carol’s mind that this isn’t possible. She can’t go back and change what she’s done. Everything is a part of her, latched onto her soul. Yes, she’s accepted she can live, but in a lot of ways, she is only living on the sidelines where she watches and waits until someone needs her. Well, if Daryl’s handling himself just fine, how can she be useful? This brings us to…Ezekiel. 

I’m going to throw out two facts that I dare anybody to challenge. Fact number one, Carol cares about Ezekiel. They were married for six years and had a child together. Come at me. Fact number two, Carol knows Ezekiel has cancer. So if I’m doing the math right, it stands to reason Carol would want to do anything she can to help her friend (her words, not mine), and in Carol’s mind, she’s not doing everything she can if she doesn’t sneak out of the city in an unexplainable way, steal fancy wine, and use it try to manipulate Lance Hornsby, someone with authority, into bumping Zeke up on the list so he can get the surgery he needs to, you know, live. It doesn’t have to mean she’s still in love with him or that a reconciliation is on the horizon, though I don’t think Angela minds one bit if anyone thinks that. What would lead anyone to think that based on this episode alone, I’m not sure. All throughout, Zeke is very focused on “finding reasons to smile” despite knowing he’s dying and as part of the acceptance phase, he’s starting to get his affairs in order. In a very cute scene, where Jerry and his family are dressed up as tigers in honor of Shiva, Zeke lets Jerry’s son have Shiva’s collar, which Jerry apparently recovered from Hilltop after it burnt down (Aww!!!) Then when Ezekiel visits Carol at her apartment, he gives her Henry’s box, implying that he’s ready to move on from the life the three of them had together. Carol leans back against his arm, but no, there is no snuggling. I very much see two people who have a history ready to try to build something positive and healthy with each other while they still can. 

It’s very interesting that Daryl’s and Carol’s relationships with other characters are being paralleled in the same episode. I know some find it frustrating that Connie and Ezekiel are being used at all to propel Caryl forward. That frustration is totally valid. I too wish we could just focus on Daryl’s and Carol’s interactions with each other in the little time we have left. But as I’ve said many times, while it’s one thing to show Daryl and Carol belong together; it is far more powerful to convey that by first showing why they can’t belong with anyone else. Again, “choices” is the big theme of the season. Connie and Ezekiel both represent choices that Daryl and Carol have, potentially very good choices. They may even get to a point where it seems impossible not to choose them, but ultimately, I think the goal is to try to subvert our expectations (well, not our expectations). When the time comes, Daryl and Carol will choose each other. First though, they have to realize they do represent a choice in each other’s eyes. Not just a choice, but their first choice. 

Even though I’m a firm advocate in continuity and they have to tie up this thread between Daryl and Connie they started in S10, it does bother me a little bit that her character has to use Daryl (and Carol) as a crutch. I’m hoping her role as an investigative reporter will allow her to stand on her own more. I suspect she’ll be vital in exposing the city’s corruption, starting with interviewing former trooper Tyler Davis. Ideally, my girl, Kelly, can also play an active role and not simply become Connie’s shadow again. Wishful thinking maybe. 

While the slingshot sisters, Yumiko, and a begrudging Tomi (who works at the hospital now?) seem to all be thriving at the Commonwealth, it’s hinted that some characters are not. Magna is back to being a waitress for example, and she seems fully conscious of the class divide. Meanwhile, Daryl and Rosita are barely scraping by as military trainees. I don’t think it’s random  at all that this is the path Daryl is being placed on when you consider the fact that Merle had been in the army at some point too, presumably because he was deemed a redneck lowlife with no other options. The only difference is, Daryl also has Judith, RJ, and Dog to look after. Living in a ratty apartment where crying babies and loud music are on blast couldn’t have ever been easy for Daryl, but when a little girl is asking for an allowance so she can buy records (from Princess’s store!), that must add a lot of pressure. It seems Daryl had been under the impression that “it’s not forever” and there was no reason to try to become “a team player” as Mercer puts it to him during training, but with both Judith and RJ expressing their desire to stay as long as their mom can find them, he realizes he has to step up. Even if it means kissing up to an egotistical prick like Sebastian (seriously, can this guy be more of a trope?) I imagine it’s only going to get harder for Daryl to maintain the illusion which, if he hasn’t started to already, should get him thinking about what he really wants in life. Here’s a hint: vroom, vroom. 

Carol’s scene with Ezekiel also heavily suggested that she, too, feels like a fish out of water if only because she’s constantly surrounded by families and happiness she assumes she can’t have. There’s also an interesting parallel to be made when we see Carol standing outside the masquerade ball while Daryl is inside doing his best to blend in. It’s like a reverse of S5 when Carol was the one attending the party and Daryl was hovering on the outskirts. While Aaron became a mentor for Daryl, it seems like Lance is going to be taking Carol under his wing in the episodes to come. In another parallel that may not be intentional, Carol tells Lance her mother always taught her to be observant, which reminds me of Daryl back in season two when he said he was observant.  

I liked some of the other dynamics we got to see, both new and old. Mercer and Princess are cute, and it’s nice to see Daryl and Rosita working closely together, trying to have each other’s backs. I’m going to come out and say it though. I don’t particularly care for this episode. It just feels offbeat. That entire sequence of Daryl catching Davis even felt like a procedural crime drama. Agent Dixon is on the move! The peculiar tone is probably intentional to a degree, but I do hope future episodes will ground us back in the world that feels like home for us and our characters, and for the love of god, let’s get to some meaningful Daryl and Carol scenes already? I have a feeling the ship baiting is going to get worse before it gets better, so let’s just stay strong in the meantime, guys. Remember there is nothing to gain from a Donnie and/or Carzekiel relationship for their own sake. Only six more weeks until we can turn our attention to 11C. We got this. 

11x09 “No Other Way” Review

[pillow-anime-talk]

dating them.

synopsis: Some sweet, funny and also crazy moments in your relationship.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; mild comedy; fluff; PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. reki kyan, langa hasegawa, miya chinen, kaoru sakurayashiki & kojirou nanjou {sk8}

author’s note: so... i’m just in love with this anime...

— REKI

↘ He’s such a precious boy who cheers you up in the blink of an eye; I think he has an extra sense, so he knows when you feel worse than usual or when you are in even the slightest pain (for example, you bumped your elbow or you haven’t eaten breakfast before ‘cause you missed your alarm clock and therefore you have a stomachache).

↘ Reki is a supportive lover; whether you are passionate about singing, learning languages, reading manga, sewing mascots or painting, a seventeen-year-old will always be right next to you to praise what you do or the way you look. He will notice every, even stupid detail about you and mention it immediately when you’re going to hang out. He’s definitely your fan and doesn’t hide it. Additionally, if you introduce him to what you love, he will also get interested in it in a way and then he will come to you to show off what he has done like a sketch of the two of you or an opinion about the anime you recommended him three days ago.

↘ The boy is really devoted to you and loves physical contact; grabbing a hand, kissing on the cheek or forehead, cute texts in the morning it’s something totally normal for the two of you. I also think that Reki could melt if you run your fingers through his soft hair or make small braids for him, decorating his head with a few colored hairpins or hairbands.

↘ If you know how to skateboarding, he will be delighted and your dates will mostly be about riding together or learning new tricks. Plus, it’s another thing Reki loves about you and wow. He’s even bigger fanboy than before!

↘ However, if you have never ridden or even tried to do it, it doesn’t matter. A teen will be happy to be able to offer you some private lessons if you wish. Again, red-haired adores physical contact, so holding your hands/waist while you stand on his beloved skateboard will be a dream come true for him.

↘ He always has ticket for you, so you make a new banner for each race to support him. Hit me, but I’m 120% sure that after race (whether he won or lost it) he takes your pretty banners and hides them in this special box that has its place on his bedroom closet.

↘ Overall, Reki is a boy who fits to the definition of high school, first love.

— LANGA

↘ Your relationship is a bit more peaceful, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a bit of humor or abstraction.

↘ Langa loves your company so, so, so badly; Reki is quite hot-tempered and is literally everywhere, so when the two of you hang out together after school or at the weekend, blue-haired feels that he can breathe and relax every muscle in his body. You’re his comfort person, and your room is a safe place without fear and noise.

↘ He also enjoys physical contact, but much more prefers to show affection in private, for example in your home or in his own bedroom.

↘ His favorite type of PDA is cuddling; he prefers to be a big spoon and hug you from behind, but he has no problem hugging against your chest or warm stomach, especially when he feels down because of school or racing.

↘ I have a strange feeling that Langa is the type of romantic who would make an amazing Spotify playlist for the two of you so you could listen to the songs, cuddling each other in the bed.

↘ If you can skateboard that’s great! For sure you, Langa and Reki will be a good trio that will meet often in the skate park or in ‘S’. I’m also pretty sure he’ll cheer for you, but at the same time he’ll be very cute with it and definitely more calm than his bestie. For example, if you do a trick... you’ll get a quick kiss on the nose or Langa will buy you your favorite drink. He definitely likes to pamper you.

↘ If you don’t know how to skateboard but you really want to start skateboarding to share your lover’s passion... Well, he will definitely give you a short (long) monologue about how dangerous it is, and you need to be careful – because he knows best of all how a fall on butt or face hurts.

↘ He always keeps a tiny set of colored plasters in his jacket or pants pocket to take care of you in the case of an unexpected accident, as Reki used to care for him.

↘ He’s a good teacher, but he will definitely need to calm his emotions, because sometimes instead of showing you how to slide down the railing, he will suggest something more down-to-earth, like going to the cinema to watch the movie you mentioned three days ago.

— MIYA

↘ Ahh, my precious smol baby.

↘ You are Miya’s first partner, so he still thinks that he’s not good enough for you, although you always reassure him with a light peck on the nose that he’s the best thing that has happened to you and that you’re very glad that you can be with him in every good and bad moment.

↘ The teenager is terribly shy about any physical contact outside, so if you aren’t at home, don’t expect a ton of hugs or kisses from him. He much prefers when you two are alone – then he doesn’t feel overwhelmed by the gazes of other people, especially other skaters who like to make fun of him. 

↘ I swear I’ll bite and beat them all...

↘ Miya is a delicate soul and he really likes to feel that someone look after him, so in a relationship he definitely prefers when you cares for him. For example; just touch his soft hair, ask about his well-being or when he will have a race and a huge smile will appear on his face.

↘ I think if he feels that you are the only one for him... Maybe he will lend you his favorite hoodie with cat ears and tail? He’ll be overjoyed to see that you feel good in it. You look extremely cute, but he’ll never admit it. 

↘ It smells like him, like wet earth and a hint of sweet perfume, and although it’s a strange combination, it feels really beautiful, downright safe and homey.

↘ For the next holiday (your birthday, your anniversary, Valentine’s Day or Christmas), he will give you a sweatshirt that matches to his own. It will be in your favorite color and will also have an animal accessory, not necessarily catish, because if you prefer dogs, rabbits or cows... You know, there are many options.

↘ If you know how to skateboard, he will be really calm and will feel that finally someone will want to spend time with him, training and riding together; not like in childhood when everyone turned away from him. He will definitely be moved when you grab his smooth hand and offer a long ride in the park. He definitely loves praise, so give him praise every now and then when he does a nice trick. He will also compliment you more than once and even give you a kiss on the cheek (of course if nobody is watching!). He’s not good at words, but he tries!

↘ If you don’t know how to skateboard... He may be a bit skeptical, but naturally he’ll agree to a few lessons in front of your or his house. Of course you originally just wanted to be close to him and hold his hand more often than usual, but it turned out to be pretty fun! Now, training is your typical dates.

↘ Miya is a sweet boy and although he may not look like that, he’s really protective, often jealous and always puts you at first place.

— KAORU

↘ This beautiful man, this angel-looking ideal, this ahhhh... Being in a relationship with him is pure pleasure and daily healing for the soul.

↘ He’s a calm, understanding and loving partner. I think he’s a bit old fashioned but that only adds much more charm to his person.

↘ He often calls you his ‘dearest’, ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’, isn’t that cute?

↘ You two don’t go out on dates too often, but I think Kaoru loves to spend time at home, having tea or on the couch while one of you is reading a book and the other is listening to music or just sleeping. He definitely doesn’t look like that, but he loves PDA/cuddling and is the best at it!

↘ He also likes it when you suggest learning calligraphy together. He never forced you to do this, but when he first heard that you would like to meet one of his passions, he was really happy and immediately showed you how to write with ink on the special paper he had in his flat. Obviously, more than once you ask him to write a simple letter or word, because you just love his handwriting and how focused he seems. He’s really hot then, I swear to god!

↘ You love his long hair and are always eager to give him a new, nice hairstyle; normal braid or fishtail braid. Maybe a bun or a ponytail with a few hairpins? He loves everything you do on him. In addition, the gentle head massage you give him each time is the most soothing thing in the world for him.

↘ If you know how to skating... He’s really surprised, but that doesn’t mean he’s unhappy or angry. He wants to see what you can do right away and you will surely feel a sweet kiss on your forehead more than once when the trick will be good or even better than you both thought. He’s a supportive boy, but doesn’t show it as vehemently as Reki, for example; he prefers to smile at you or clap softly.

↘ If you don’t know how to skate yet, but you asked him to teach you how to even stand on it... I imagine Kaoru going pale and trying to distract you from this idea because, as an experienced skater, he’s afraid that you will hurt yourself like any beginner. But your big eyes and ruddy cheeks are his weaknesses, so he’ll trust both you and Carla and help you keep your balance on his beloved, black-violet board. Reward him later with quick kisses or give him his favorites, okay?

↘ To sum up, Kaoru is a good and honest lover. He definitely loves your company and won’t mind spending his free time seriously and frivolously with you.

— KOJIROU

↘ This guy is the definition of the sentence ‘Through the stomach to the heart’. Any objections? No. So let’s gooooo!

↘ Kojirou is a PERFECT second half. Both in character and appearance. If he fall in love with someone seriously, and it will be you, then know that he’ll care for you like about a member of the royal family; breakfasts in bed, an Italian supper, the perfect choice of wine for a chicken or steak are things that have become a sweet daily thing for you at some point.

↘ He loves to show you affection and absolutely has no problem doing it in public, even when he’s working or when you two are in a tight crowd on the train or in the ‘S’ before his race. He will kiss you hard on the lips, grab your skin on your butt or hug your waist. It’s just that everyone needs to know that you belong to him. He’s just as clingy as Reki, and sometimes even worse and bolder.

↘ Of course he has cute side; he likes to lie on the bed or the sofa with you on his chest. He loves being between your thighs and sleep there. He definitely has a weak point in that when you you run your finger on his tattoo or cook dinner with him, throwing ingredients at him and laughing out loud.

↘ Another romantic who uses thousands of pet names (like babey, cutie, doll, pumpkin, kitten). Plus, he loves to dance with you in the kitchen and steal a few kisses here and there. Also, if you aren’t looking, he likes to surprise you with a big, bear hug.

↘ I think he’s a bit impatient, so he doesn’t like to sit at home and prefers dates in crazy places (such as an amusement park, swimming pool, karaoke bar) – it’s his favorite way of spending your time together. As a gentleman, he always pays for you, unless you go faster and bring your ATM card to the card reader as first. But don’t be surprised when Kojirou will just buy you cotton candy or popcorn shortly afterwards.

↘ If you know how to skateboard, he’s as excited as a kid and will definitely offer you a date at the skate park. Naturally, he wants to show off to others what a super cool partner he has, but he also wants others to know that you’re here together to kick everyone’s asses with your abilities. You’re definitely a powerful couple and you have the matching necklaces!

↘ But if you don’t know how to skating then... well, well, well. Just be prepared that one day (without even asking for it) you’ll stand on his beloved board and he will grab your hips, smiling silly. He enjoy skin ship so this guy feels utopian when he can be near you. He definitely won’t spare you compliments, long pecks, and smack your butt when you do something great, so you have to get used to it... and it’s going to be a long training session, so good luck, my friend.

↘ He’s a funny guy, but he’ll never cross your limits, so don’t worry about that. However, he will always find a topic for conversation or a joke to relax the atmosphere or cheer you up. You will never be bored with him.

[sweetery-ko]

Hello!! May i request hcs for the 3 characters with an s/o who's like "don't touch me" when they're mad, tho even if they don't touch them, the reader will likely to pinch them (in a cute way) because of frustation and it happens almost everyday? Uhh yea hope you get it and thx you!

Could you tell my motivation went 📈📈📈 at Nagito's part? Also I'm not sure why I suddenly went with a different style for Izuru????? Brain is weirddd

CW: Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Izuru Kamukura, 1 mention of T/rut/ru H/nam/ra, self deprecation

Hajime, Nagito and Izuru with an S/O that won't let them touch them but pinches their cheeks if they don't touch either way

His temper isn't the best and most of his other peers are a handful to deal with so he definitely gets you losing your temper so quickly.

What he doesn't understand though, is that you get frustrated every single day, even without communicating with anyone you go out of your cottage with the most grumpiest (yet cutest) expression you could do.

He wanted to know if everything's alright. You always manage to cheer him up when he's upset so he should try it too right? He's not the greatest at comforting but he couldn't bear seeing you so moody anymore.

He was pretty shocked about you telling him off and want him gone, Even got pretty pissed when you say that you will not let him touch in an aggressive tone, like he's some sort of dog.

"Ugh, fine! I'll leave you alone then!" quoted Hajime as he was about to storm off.

But when you grabbed and pinch his checks softly, he went "(｀ー´)???" he was so confused on what's going on. Do you want him to touch you or not?

If you (manage to) explain it, he will be berfuddled. Even with the explanation, he hopes that you don't be too mean on him. His temper and patience is the worse out of all people in the list, after all.

Please, he begs you to tell reason why you're so frustrated as that's the real reason why he tried to confront you in the first place. Was it just your personality? Some sort of hassling work? Did Teruteru said something upsetting again? Just tell and he'll be more understanding.

It's gonna be a rather long time on getting for him to get used to your grumpy attitude but he's gonna try his best to not get caught off guard again and not embarrasses himself.

He would always wait outside your cottage so you both can walk together to the restaurant but this time it's not like the ordinary. Even if you're the type to be late, you're too late that it's suspicious and worrying.

He didn't want to bother you as he doesn't feel like he's worthy enough to ask you anything but he feels like that hearing grumbled noises of what is supposed to be from anger is... Hard to pass on as normal.

He would try to softly knock your door and ask if everything is ok. Depending on your answer, if you even said a word that is on an existing language no matter what it is, he couldn't help getting more worried each second passes. What if his luck is the reason you're like this?? No doubt about it. I am the trashiest--, he continues to deprecate himself.

He snapped out of his thoughts when you say open the door in a furious manner and glared at him. He felt very intimidated, would be shaking in his zipper shoes if you were taller than him.

"My hope, is everything alright?" he softly spoke as he touched your cheek but you slapped it away, causing him to flinch.

Nagito was very hurt by the action. He awkwardly rubbed the slapped hand to hide his sadness. "Of course you don't want to trash like me to touch you." he muttered as he was about to turn around until you stopped him.

When you pinched his cheeks to stop him from going away, he was shocked and confused but then smiled as he realized that it's not a painful pinch but a rather agressive yet still loving one.

"My hope..is there something wrong? It must be awful to touch scum like me." he asked as he unintentionally just, goes soft at your pinches no matter how hard you're pulling.

He would really want you to tell him your frustrations out as the last thing he wants is seeing you so upset all time, he would even let you pinch his reddening cheeks for stress relief too if it helps!

You were studying for an upcoming test and you were very left behind from your studies because there may or may not be an apocalypse that lasted for a year and now that everything is back to normal, so is the education so the sudden stressed university student life is really punching you in the gut for the past few weeks.

Izuru really loves spending time with you and without you around smiling and being yourself feels lonely and boring. He doesn’t want to experienced the feeling of what the scientists have done to him before so he's apparently now unintentionally has separation anxiety.

Fortunately, he's the ultimate hope and has enough intellect to educate you so he became your personal tutor but there is a problem however. Even if you're his partner, he's still not the best with taking care of other's feelings so...

When you're at your limit and yelled out your frustrations out of nowhere, he felt conflicted. He was right, you kept doing the same mistakes no matter how much he corrected but he felt really guilty for some odd reason, it's sickening and he wants it to stop.

"No, you're doing this wrong..", "I have thought you this already." You know, stuff like that. Of course, you being the normal human being with emotions, this will tick you off. You were so pissed and sad, you wanted him to comfort you but you get this instead? Ouch..

"s/o-" he was about to reach your shoulder until you almost slapped it away, he has quick reflexes and even if it was predictable, he was still hurt by your words and actions. Though, he will realise that he upsetted you so he will take the blame.

The silence was deafening and he picked up that he should leave but once in a life time, he was wrong. As soon as he turned around, you softly tugged a few of his strands and pinched his cheeks, making him gasp very, very quietly.

You...You actually suprised this God of a man! Your luck must have been very high as you can see a shocked expression rather than the usual neutral one he always does. The feeling was different and he wanted more yet he didn't quite understand it either.

When you explain it to him, he wouldn't really understand it that much but wouldn't mind it either. Izuru thought that pinching is something you do to someone you hate or are angered with but it seems that is always not the case.

There is no need to tell him your problems as he already knew and he's gonna do great use of practicing his empathy and comforting you the best way he can. It might be a little awkward but he's trying!

Also big bonus; go all out and rant your problems and be grumpy all you want with him as he can easily get used to it and not mind it one bit. He finds it rather cute, if he has to be honest.

[bonny-kookoo]

Tiny Treasures | JJK x Reader | 💜🐾(☁️)🔞

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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: hybrid AU, non-idol!AU, Web-Designer!Jungkook, bunny hybrid!Reader, featuring Taehyung: your local scatterbrain (TM)

Warnings: absolute fluff, it’s cotton candy I swear, so soft, so sweet, oh lord, reader is shy and sweet, Jungkook is whipped, he’s so sweet with her ugh, this is now my official emotional support Koo, some mentions of past abuse/neglect, did I mention that kook is whipped, because his heart go boom boom whenever reader so much as BREATHES, strength kink (hint), your local praise and size kink say hi as well, no smut would you believe it, possibly future parts? I dont know I just love them okay

Summary: Jungkook was a hopeless romantic believing in love at first sight- and then there was you, a bunny experiencing the tiny treasures of life for the first time. Together, with him.

It's busy in Jungkooks apartment- something thats unusual, considering that technically, the young man lives alone, doesn't really fuck around, and works at home as well ever since he took on the job as a web-designer. There was no reason to cause such an amount of stress in his home- other than the simple fact of his best friend currently pacing around, steps so fast and hard that Jungkook scared his flooring would soon melt underneath the older ones shoes he didn't take off in a rush. There were bags on his couch, bags on his counter, and a backpack somewhere in his living room- all because of;

"Okay so, she's okay with eating almost everything BUT!" Taehyung holds his finger up as if he's lecturing a child in front of him- which he's not, Jungkook is a full grown adult at this point, and looks at him unimpressed with furrowed brows as his older friend lists up things he needs to keep in mind for the hybrid he's looking after for the day. "Please make sure she's hydrated, she tends to forget to drink during the day. If she does and gets a headache there's medication in the bag that I've put on the couch- you've seen it right? Should I show you again?" He stresses, and Jungkook holds his friend's shoulders for a moment.

"Can you like, breathe for a moment please?" He says, and Taehyung nods, following the instructions for a moment before Jungkook continues. "Okay great. Now that you're not hyperventilating anymore I can tell you that yes, I've seen the bag-" He says, pointing towards the couch that's littered with so many things it seems like he's giving the hybrid up for adoption today instead of just dropping her off until tomorrow. "Second of all, I've taken care of Yoongi before and he's still alive, what's so different? Just because she's a bunny- or was it hare- wait is there a difference..?" Jungkook drawls off, suddenly thinking and not quite remembering if he's ever quite asked himself the difference of these two things. Taehyung however seems offended by that.

"Jungkook, she's a BUNNY, not a hare! That's a HUGE difference!" He whines out, and Jungkook looks at him a bit sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Oh god maybe I shouldn't go, this is a bad idea.." He says, already taking out his phone to cancel the date he has tonight, but jungkook holds the elders friend before he can make that mistake. Taehyung was a busy man, running a hybrid rehabilitation center in Seoul and Daegu- while talking to Busan's department for partnership. He really loves his job- but sometimes he gets too invested in it, just like now. He's finally got a date for himself after years of being alone; but he almost shot the poor woman down when he remembered that you, a newly rescued hybrid was staying at his home- something he never did before. Sure, he had taken over the rehabilitation of hybrids before, but he had never ever taken a case home with him. But after meeting you, seeing you, and knowing what you've been put through, his heart simply couldn't leave you at the shelter- even though he knew that it was probably the best place to be for you. But he had done what he had done now- there was no turning back with you. He couldn't leave you alone yet, so Jungkook had volunteered to look after you for the day and night, until Taehyung would pick you up the next day. The younger one had always looked after Yoongi, a cat hybrid later on adopted by Jung Hoseok, a friend of both of them; so he personally felt good about taking you in.

It was just for a day- what could go wrong?

"Come on, don't you trust me? Or is she like, super aggressive or something?" Jungkook asks, and Taehyung sighs. He hasn't told the younger one much about you, believing it was bad karma to talk about others when they weren't present. Yet this time he'd have to make an exception- because Jungkook needed to know at least some things about you and where you came from. Everything else would be unfair.

Taehyung sighed. "She's a category 3, so she's still recovering from her past home. She's just.. super shy and timid, and gets scared pretty easily so, I'm just terrified Jungkook. I know you don't want to cause any harm, but what if something happens and she just falls back? She's come so far these days, you should've seen her when I got her.." He said, and Jungkook looked at him- the eyes of the younger serious, reminding Taehyung that deep inside, he was more than just a schoolfriend. "When she got to me, she didn't even know how to use cutlery Kook. She.." But Jungkook smiled, placing a hand to his friend's shoulder in reassurance.

"I get it. I'll do my best, okay?" He says. "I promise I'll call you as soon as something's up, okay?" He says, and Taehyung nods. With a small wave he leaves the apartment to pick you up from the shelter- and Jungkook, in exchange, began to rummage through the plastic bags Taehyung had dumped onto his couch.

He was familiar with hybrids to some degree- he never really had owned one, and neither did his family. He knew that his brother owned a dog hybrid, but he had yet to bring him to family gatherings; Jungkook had never seen the puppy hybrid himself. His parents however said that she was nice, and Jungkook never really had any bad experiences with them. He sometimes visited Taehyung at work and conversed with some of the more chatty hybrids.

He was familiar with caring for them to some degree. As already stated before, he'd looked after 'grumpy-cat' Yoongi a lot back in the days when he was still in the center for rehabilitation. Jungkook knew about their different preferences in food, and their different behaviors. He, sadly, also knew about the mistreatment most of the hybrids went through before getting to the center into Taehyungs and his Staff's care- and he always hated it. The stories he sometimes heard made him sleepless during the night, made him research donation websites just to cleanse his mind for the moment.

But it only ever lasted until the next case would turn up at Taehyung's doorstep.

Quite frankly, Jungkook didn't know what he'd expected. After all, he'd never seen you in person, he simply went after Taehyungs description of you, but what was now standing at his door, was something that erased any thought he may had prior to opening it.

You were so.. delicate? Cute? He's never used the word 'cute' for a person before, because he simply thought aegyo and all of that was something girls put up for a facade of innocence. He hated that with a passion, cringing any time he saw it- yet there was, in his opinion, no other word that described you better. You were just as shy as Taehyung said, yet you forced yourself to bow a little as a greeting, taking a small step back however when Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts and opened the door fully to step aside. He threw a smile your way, hoping it could ease your nerves a little- and it seemed to work, because he saw your lips turn a bit upwards into a shy smile.

He felt as if he'd just won a ranked overwatch match against the seoul dynasty.

"Okay, I'm gonna pick you up tomorrow ASAP, okay? Are you gonna be fine here?" Taehyung asked you, and you looked over his shoulder- your bright eyes meeting Jungkooks, who was leaning against his kitchen counter, smiling boyishly while waving a little. It made you feel okay; he seemed nice enough, and after all, any friend of Taehyungs was a friend of yours. He'd taught you that. So you nodded, and Taehyung smiled, patting your head for a moment, your ears flopping to the sides before standing upright again after his hand left you. He waved goodbye and seemed a bit reluctant to leave- but you knew that Taehyung was excited for his date. He'd talked about nothing else these past days, and it made you happy to see him so giddy over something.

"So." Jungkook started, his voice fitting him, you thought. He looked fit, and comfortable to you- his oversized sweater probably big enough for you to hide in. Wait- what was that thought?! You averted your eyes immediately, ears shyly drooping backwards as you began to shuffle your fluffy socks on his wooden floor, the laminate suddenly super interesting. "Taehyung said you should have a nice healthy dinner- but I may forgot to buy groceries, so, is it okay for you to tag along?" He asked. "You can choose what you want to eat while we're at it, too." He said, and you perked up at that.

"I can?" You asked, ears slowly moving into a more confident position again, and he smiled at that achievement.

"Sure!" He exclaimed, and walked towards the door, grabbing his jacket, before he looked at you. You were staring at something- and as he followed your gaze, he saw your shoes. Simple sneakers in colors that fit your current clothes, but, was he connecting the dots correctly? He didn't want to offend you in case you were simply deep in thought, so he simply waited, slipping on his own shoes, as he watched you out of the corner of his eyes.

You really were struggling to tie your shoes.

So he simply sat down on the small step that divided his entrance from the rest of his apartment, and tapped the top of his knee. "Come here, I'll help." He said, and your eyes widened, shaking your head.

"I'll- I'll get your pants dirty.." You said worriedly, but Jungkook shook his head again.

"Don't worry about that." He said, and you hesitantly placed your shoe on his knee with just the very tip- something that made him smile a bit before he placed it down properly, tying the laces quickly.

"Sorry." You apologized, but he shook his head yet again as he tied the other.

"It's fine." He simply said, before you both got up, going outside. "Do you, uhm.." He began, nervously picking on the slight fuzz of his skin against his chin before he finished, by holding his hand out. "You know, so you don't, accidentally get lost or something. Taehyung would kill me." He laughed, and you blushed, before hesitantly taking his larger hand, holding it as he walked to the nearby grocery store with you.

Inside, it was busy as usual- but Taehyung typically didn't take you out during these hours, something about you maybe becoming overloaded by sensations and sounds. You've never been to a grocery like this before though- because while yes, it was a lot, Jungkooks hand never left yours even for a second. He calmly explained things you seemed interested in, and his entire presence calmed you down, even though you didn't really know him at all.

But your instincts were telling you that he was a good person; and until now, they had never been wrong.

"So, which one do you like?" He asked, pulling you from your thoughts as you were drifting off a little. He smiled at you, while you were looking at the shelves, pointing towards a pack of ramen. You've never tried it, but you had been interested when you saw them at Taehyungs place once or twice- however, back then you had been too shy to ask if you could maybe try it sometimes. "Hmm.. you sure about this one? It's pretty spicy sweetheart." He said, letting the petname slip as your ear flinched a bit into his direction, eyes widening a bit. Taehyung sometimes called you sweetheart as well- but somehow, in some weird way, it made you feel all tingly inside hearing it from Jungkook. "Uhm.. maybe, I can buy this one, and this chicken flavoured one- you can taste mine, and if you like it, we can switch. Okay?" He explained, and you nodded, not really listening anymore as you looked at him with an almost fascinated expression.

Taehyung had told you he had never truly taken care of a female hybrid, let alone a rehab-case such as you were. But he seemed so nice, so sweet, it was hard to imagine him not owning a hybrid- or being single. While Taehyung had never outright said that Jungkook was, you assumed so by the hints you noticed here and there. No other scent than his in his home, and you also remember Taehyung teasing the younger yesterday over the phone, saying something that at least Taehyung was getting himself some dating action.

For some weird reason, knowing that Jungkook didn't have a partner made you feel nice.

But then you remembered his words. "But- what will you eat if I eat yours?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"We'll simply switch then. I don't mind." He says, placing both packs in the shopping cart as you watched him. Your old home hadn't been too kind to you, yet you still didn't know anything else than the treatment you got back there. It was still new to you how easy going some people were, how much freedom you actually had. You've seen kids on swings last week, and a girl feeding a stray cat in an alleyway. Those were things you've never seen before.

"Okay, now the fun part." He says, and you look up at him, his head nodding towards something specific.

Icecream.

Your eyes widened seeing all the different packages and flavours, making your ears droop a bit in confusion. You were lost; what should you choose? You didn't know any of these except some flavors Taehyung had at his house. Jungkook, already connecting the dots, opens one of the doors. "Do you like fruity things? I personally like mild flavors, like vanilla." He says, picking a box of two separate containers. "How about this one?" He asks, and you nod excitedly.

"Yes please.!" You say, pretty much vibrating on the spot as Jungkook places the box into the cart, making an elderly lady next to the two of you chuckle.

"So sweet. And great manners too!" She says, before a hybrid walks up to her; his bright orange badge showing that the dog hybrid was a service worker. "Take good care of her, young man, yes?" She says, and Jungkook nods, squeezing your hand a little tighter as you both watch the lady getting escorted towards the cashiering section.

Jungkook had honestly never really thought about taking care of his own hybrid. He always worried that his friend's teasing was actually real- that he was too immature to quite take care of another living being except his own. Depp down he knew of course that he was capable of that, but insecurities sometimes still bit at his soul from the inside. He couldn't do much about that- he was a hopeless person in that department; still believing in love at first sight, and that human-hybrid relationships are nothing weird.He secretly loved romantic dramas, read shōjo mangas at the bookstore whenever he was too scared to buy them- afraid of being teased for it. He hated perfumes, enjoyed soft smells and fabrics, and even knew how to braid hair. He may looked like a typical muscle-head; with nothing filling his brain apart from protein powder and the need to work out and survive off of energy drinks and leftover cup noodles, but that wasn't really who he was. He simply liked to take care of himself, nothing more. He didn't work out for anyone but himself.

For some reason he enjoyed taking care of you like this. You were so sweet, so cute, that he couldn't help but already feel a little protective of you- that fact having only little to do with Taehyung. Maybe he simply needed a small push into the right direction to finally experience what it was like to have a hybrid, to test out what it was like to live with one.

But he didn't just want a hybrid, he noticed as he watched you carefully place the items of the shopping cart on the cash register, just like he'd asked you to do-

He wanted you.

He could feel someone staring at him. It was like it was piercing his neck, like laser dots on his skin, and it should freak him out like nothing else if it wasn't for the fact that he knew it couldn't be any other than you. He looked at the pot he was putting water in, the reflection showing your form sneakily watching him from the entrance of the kitchen. He chuckled. "Hm.." He began, dramatically sighing. "I wish there was a certain sweet bunny hybrid here to help me cook.. but I guess she's too busy.." He hummed, as he made sure the water in the pot was enough for one pack, before he turned around, your form now standing a few steps behind him. "Oh?" He said, acting surprised as you shyly smiled.

"Can I help.?" You asked, and he nodded, patting the counter to which you walked, squeaking cutely as he simply turned you around with gentle hands, lifting you up to sit between the stove on one side, and the sink on the other. You'd somehow come to the conclusion already that he was quite strong- but the short taste you got of his strength made your heart race a little. It was instinctively, really; your kind looked for partners with certain attributes, after all. They were supposed to protect you and your offspring at some point- even though that part made you look at your knees in shame, before Jungkook snapped you out of your thoughts before they could sway.

"Can you open the packages for me?" He asks, and you nod, taking them out of his hands and opening the foil carefully. You take out the still hard noodles before the flavor pack falls out, slapping on the floor as it falls down out of your hand. Jungkook however doesn't scold you- simply picks it up and gives it to you, and you look at him for a moment- watching him for any indication that he's mad. But he's not.

It's as if nothing had happened.

So you put the flavor pack and tiny oil package on top of the noodle blocks, so carefully Jungkook has to force himself not to just simply scream from how concentrated you look doing something so simple. "When the water boils, like, when it bubbles a lot, you can put these packs in, alright?" He says, and you nod, as if he's giving you instructions on how to prepare for war. He can't help himself at that moment, grinning so hard his dimples show as he reaches out to pet your head.

It's a little like Taehyung, but it feels a lot different.

With Taehyung, while you do feel safe and comfortable around him, and it feels nice, it's not at all like Jungkook. The younger one makes your heart race. He makes your pride swell, and your eyes sparkle- it's as if you've been given an award for the greatest achievement ever. You almost whine when he lets go.

So you later on put the packs into the boiling water with so much precision, immediately seeking his approval right after, to which he smiles at you. "Good job, Bunny." He says, and pets your head, absentmindedly moving the palm of his hand from the top of your head to instead cradle your cheek. Its such a soft and gentle touch that you almost go limp- closing your eyes and leaning into it. He only notices that when he looks back from the pots- now turned down a bit to a simmer as to not overcook- and his heart surely bursts in that moment.

You look so.. there's no word in Jungkooks head to properly describe the view he has, that image of you in front of him. He can't help himself- begins to trace his thumb against the soft skin, watching your ears relax and flop down. He can't imagine that someone like you could ever be done harm to; and while he doesn't know much about your past, he's sure it hadn't been pretty. It makes him want to just keep you right here, in his apartment, close to him, where he can make sure no one could ever cause you to be upset.

Both of you are abruptly pulled out of your thoughts by his phone ringing, the device so badly placed that it falls down to the floor after vibrating a few seconds. "Fuck!" He exclaims, picking it up and sighing in relief when it turns out to still be without damage. He takes on the call, and on the other side of the line, is Taehyung. He greets his younger friend, instantly asking him if you're okay- if you've eaten yet, drank anything, if you're homesick- all in one breath, it seems. Jungkook chuckles, simply placing a hand on your knee, thumb again tracing a pattern he's unsure of what its supposed to be. The warmth seeps into your skin through the fabric of your clothing. He smiles at you, and for the first time, maybe because you're feeling so.. smitten with him, you smile back. Not just a shy little lift of your lips, but a full on beaming smile, making his hand reach out to brush along your ear- internally gasping at how soft the fur is. How can something be this soft?! "Taehyung, she's fine. We're making ramen right now, she helped me cook, and afterwards we're gonna have icecream and watch a movie or something." He explains, and Taehyung claps back with something along the lines of 'but don't let her have the spicy stuff, she can't handle that-' but the younger one doesn't listen that much anymore. "Yeah yeah, listen, we're fine. Go get your girl, jesus." He laughs, and Taehyung chuckles as well, hanging up after reminding him to get you to bed at a reasonable time- as if you're a child he's taking care of.

Because that's the thing. You're not a child- and in Jungkooks eyes, you're not a pet. You're so sweet and easily interested in the simplest of things, he can't help but wonder if you had any hobbies. Did you like video games? Or drawing? Were you into books- hell, could you even read? He wanted to know so much more about you than just those tiny breadcrumbs of info he had gotten from Taehyung. He dearly hoped that maybe, maybe you would like to see him again after leaving tomorrow. He really hoped.

And as you ate, shaking your head at Jungkooks spicy ramen after tasting the broth a little from his spoon (which he did make sure to blow on as to not have you burn your tongue, bless his heart), he really did hope.

He really hoped that maybe, you felt just as happy around him as he felt around you.

It seemed that going grocery shopping, cooking, and eating icecream had taken its toll on you. Your eyes were practically falling shut every few seconds, yet you tried to stay awake as much as possible. Jungkook smiled at you, brushing some hair back before he moved your shoulder a bit. "Hey, bunny?" He asked, and you nodded, humming a noise of yes, you heard him. He chuckled. "You'll have to get up baby. I have to prepare the couch for you." Typically, it would be normal to give a guest the bed- if he was being a gentleman. But that was what he was being; because his couch was the most comfortable thing in his entire apartment for that matter. Yet maybe it was the sleep inside your bones making you drowsy, but you shook your head. "Hm?" He asks, and you suddenly move.

You shuffle around, suddenly hugging him tightly, head hidden in his chest as you rub your nose against the soft fabric of his shirt for a moment. "Don't wanna." You complain, and he swears he dies and gets ressurected all at once seven times in total at your next words. "Wanna sleep with 'koo." You drawl, and he knows he should not let you. You're not thinking clearly- but he can't deny you anything when you're like this, it seems. You've got him wrapped around your little finger, tightly, with no chance of escape.

So he gently picks you up after turning off the TV, bringing you to his bedroom, where he puts you on the bed, your tired form struggling to stay seated. He picks out a shirt of his to wear, and a pair of your shorts out of your backpack Taehyung has left for you. "Sweetheart, can you change for me?" He asks, and you simply let yourself playfully fall ontop of his mattress, making him sigh. You're going to be the death of me. "Oh really now?" He says, before he crawls over you, with the intention to tickle you a little awake- but he stops in his tracks. In fact, time seems to stop as well, as your eyes stare at him, so big and full of wonder he almost can't stop himself from looking at your lips.

But its you who shyly- and so quickly he almost doesnt catch it- pecks his lips before sneakily slipping out his grasp, taking your clothes with you into the bathroom, leaving him on the bed. He sits down, touching his lips for a second, absolutely unsure if he'd just experienced this, or if he had just had a fever dream of some sorts.

It's only when he notices you don't emerge from the bathroom, that he moves. He gently knocks at the wooden door, asking for you, but you don't answer. "I'm gonna open the door, okay?" He says, and does so seconds after, spotting you sitting on the tiled floor- now dressed in his sweater and your shorts, ready for bed. He notices however how you're hiding in the sweater- the hood covering your ears, while your hands shield your face. "Whats wrong?" He asks as he squats down in front of you, his hands gently pulling yours away from your face. You're not crying, thank god, but the look on your face speaks entire novels about how embarrassed you feel.

"M'sorry." You say, and pout, and he shakes his head.

"Don't be." He simply answers, helping you stand up after a moment. "Why do you feel bad?" He asks, and you shrug your shoulders.

"I just.." You start, but suddenly your eyes grow glossy. "I miss Taehyung-" You say, and Jungkook's heart drops for a moment. "-but I also don't wanna go home tomorrow." You finish, and Jungkook blinks twice, before he looks at you, confused. You didn't want to leave? Him? "I.. no, it's fi-"

"Say it." He demands- its not harsh, its not even loud, its almost just a whisper, tuneless words pressed out in a breath of air. "Don't keep it in- say it." He prompts you, and you swallow, not looking at him.

"I wanna stay with you." You say.

And he swears, the pain in his heart was the sweetest he'd ever felt.

The next day, after breakfast, Jungkook and you sit on his living room floor, him teaching you how to build a rubber powered plane- the one's he used to make as a kid. He'd kept a kit in his apartment back when he moved out of his family home but never got around to really use it. It was the perfect opportunity for you to enjoy the things you had missed out on in your life. He loved the way you so intensely watching his every move as he showed you how to put the pieces together. "And that's gonna fly?" You ask curiously, leaning over a bit as to get a better look at it.

"Hmhm." He says, holding it up, before giving it to you. "Here, turn this part until you can't anymore." He says, and you start twisting it for a while. "Don't worry, you can't break it." He says when you hesitate a little. He highly doubts you'll be able to snap the rubber band. "Tight?" He asks, checking, before he nods, standing up. "Lets go fly it outside!" He says, opening the glass door to the small backyard of his apartment. "And- Go!" he says, and you throw it just how he showed you minutes prior; letting it fly for a good moment before it landed.

"It flew!" You exclaimed happily, and he laughed as well, congratulating you as if you had just won a competition. He held you tightly to his body for a moment after you had jumped into his arms- and that was how you just stood there for a moment, simply existing, holding each other. For you, this was a moment of realizing that no, you're not alone. You're not useless, you're not just a pet, you're not just existing for someone's enjoyment. You had this one person at your side now, someone you could count on, someone to make you feel safe. And for him? Weirdly enough, he felt like the male lead of a romantic drama show- finally getting the happy ending he always craved in his life. He never knew what exactly he always wanted from his time here on earth. Was it success? Was it money? A big apartment, a nice home, a lot of friends? No, it was building a blanket fort with you in his living room. It was going to the grocery store with you, protecting you from big dogs that scared you, or holding you during the night. Every cheesy romantic thing he could imagine, now always featured you in his head; and it just, fit. It fit perfectly.

You fit into his life just perfectly.

It's later that day when Taehyung picks you up that he realizes that yes, he's positively in love with you. Because how can he not fall in love with those glistening eyes, hand waving goodbye for now because of course he can't just keep you like he wants to. There's paperwork involved, and your things need to be moved to his place- all of that needing to wait for social services to check his home, so that they can make sure he's really the right fit for you. It's then that he finally lets everything sink in, finally lets him think about what's going to happen, whats going to change.

And for the first time, he couldn't wait for it. He couldn't wait for things to change.

Jungkook baked you a small cake for your welcoming into his home- finally yours as well, as you hug Taehyung for the last time, the older friend waving before the door closes, Jungkooks arms instantly pulling your back into his chest. He leans his head down, kissing your shoulder, before he runs his sensitive lips over the so unbelievably soft fur of your ears. Three weeks had passed, yet to him it had felt like an entire year. Jungkook was sometimes impatient, and waiting had been pure torture for him. So now, as he was finally able to hold you again, he felt his entire stress vaporize into nothingness.

You giggled, before turning around, hugging him fully, and rubbing your face into his sweater, as if to get your scent onto him. Which was exactly your plan- after all, he was your human now, officially yours, so everyone should know that. The rumble in his chest that was his chuckle made you smile widely, grinning as you looked up at him, chin resting on his chest.

Oh may god have mercy on his soul!

He leaned downwards, finally capturing your lips with his, the first real long kiss to be shared between the two of you. Both of you melted into the sweet gesture, your ears falling down lazily as he showered you in affection; kisses to your nose, your cheeks, and your lips again. He continued until the corners of your eyes gathered tears from laughing so much.

This was how you were supposed to be. You were never supposed to cry because you were upset-

the only tears you should ever have to shed, should be tears of happiness.

(c) Bonny-Kookoo. Please do not translate, re-post or claim as your own. Thank you for reading- and please stay happy and healthy.

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oh oh! those knb headcanons were very nice!! thank you for writing themm can I please have something similar but them being bfs 🥺💖

Sure thing! Sorry in advance if I used the wrong pronouns. It was just easier to us “girlfriend” than be more gender neutral this time.

KnB Boyfriend Type HC

Kuroko

Good boyfriend

Possibly met because #2 ran up to you and yipped at your ankles til you picked him up

Animals can always spot good people

Difficulty in expressing himself fully and how much he cares about you

It’s hard to express how much you like someone if you don’t use your words. But tried really hard to be more vocal

On the flipside, in not being very expressive, Testu-kun is very blunt. As we all know from him roasting people unintentionally

Would be very up front if people went “Awww! Is that your girlfriend~!”….”Yes this is my girlfriend [Y/N].”

No shame. No hesitation in the lad, which throws people off.

Makes a point to have you involved in Serin or GOM activities. Doesn’t want you to feel left out.

Loves to pet your head. Totally gets why people do it to him all the time.

Favorite activity: reading quietly together. Sometimes the same book so you can discuss. Often times separate books just sitting together on the couch.

Akashi

Torn between Akashi wanting someone hyper type A like he is to keep up with him or someone just incredibly sugar sweet.

The boy needs some mothering in his life. Not in a creepy way you pervs!

Want to see him with an adorable ball of sunshine who’s always happy and tries to make him smile

Lots of soft Akashi smile. Gah! My knees!

All free time not dedicated to studying or basketball is dedicated to you

When you have his time, you have it. His attention is only focused on you when you’re together

Respects your need for privacy and alone time if you ask for it.

Weird ultra first world dating problems. “My family is going to our private beach for 2 weeks in the summer. Do you want to come? We fly out Thursday.”

Above is very rare though. Much more prefers “commoner” dating plans like going to the park or window shopping.

Yes I made an Ouran reference in a KnB Headcanon post. Sue me.

Favorite activity: gardening. Likes to watch things grow and create things with his own hands, and you. Finds it extremely peaceful to be out with the flowers on sunny days.

Aomine

I love Aomine to death, and I say this with all the love in the world: he’d be a terrible boyfriend

At first anyway

Really has no concept of others outside of himself at times & is extremely selfish

Also has the emotional capacity of a moody 5-year-old

It will take a lot of work for him to change

And, more importantly, the right person

Any man is willing to change for the right person in their lives

Once he works over some of his hurdles, he can be a really good boyfriend

Extremely protective. Don’t even look at his baby wrong or you’re gonna get molly-whopped on sight

Always proud to show you things. Like a new dunk. Passing grade on one of his assignment. This really big crayfish he found

Praised all his life for basketball, but literally nothing else. Has a super praise kink.

Favorite activity: taking naps and cuddling with you. Very octopus-y with his limbs. Hope you went to the bathroom before you laid down!

Midorima 

Good boyfriend. Maybe tries a little too hard.

Super focused on his studies and planning. But not super good with expressing emotions. Accept annoyance

Also you can’t plan falling in love

Would super try though

Probably reads ever shoujo manga Momoi has to research on how to be a good boyfriend & what girls like. With disastrous results.

Much better boyfriend when he starts being himself

Your superstitious love nerd keeps track of your horoscope as well, to let you know everyday what to look out for

Possibly a ploy just to talk to you everyday

Also checks in to make sure you’re eating properly

Brings you your own lucky item on particularly “ominous” days according to the Oha Asa

Favorite activity: study dates. Likes the quiet, collaborative spirit of you both working and learning together. Also possibly so he can help you; and show you how smart he is.

Kise

You know what this shirt is made out of? Boyfriend material

Probably a line he used on you when you were first going out

Most experienced with dating out of the bunch

Kise is the ultimate cliché, rom-com boyfriend

Some of it is an act. Most of it is genuinely his personality

Love it when he let’s a little of his real personality shine through, and turns the “show” off for a while

Remembers every birthday, holiday, anniversary, and mini-anniversary and makes a celebration out of it

Likes to bring you to his model shoots because “look at how popular I am! be proud of me! also did everyone see how cute my girlfriend is!”

Same with the above if you come to his games

Hella gentleman. You don’t touch a doorknob while Kise is around for the first year of you dating

Favorite activity: dates around the city walking around. Maybe go see a movie. Or split a crepe by some fountain in the park. Real A level cliché stuff.

Murasakibara

Kind of hard dating a 7ft toddler. But you make it work

Murasakibara is really sweet though

He might not get it all the time, but does have a genuine desire to make you happy and be happy with you

Misses you a lot when he’s at school. I feel like I read somewhere that Yosen was an all-boys school, but could find no proof of that. Rolling with it though.

Texts you a lot during the day at school. Mostly to complain that he’s bored or wants to get cake after school

Brings extra snacks for you on outings. If you don’t eat them he will, so win-win.

Would share one single potato chip with you if you asked. Which is a big accomplishment

Would totally give you his beloved hair tie if you need it.

Gets teased a lot by his older siblings when you come over

Like standing in a field of purple headed giants when you’re at his house

Seriously, what are their parents feeding these kids??

Favorite activity: blanket forts and movies night, with lots of snack & fizzy drinks. No scary movies please.

Kagami

Totally not in love with you until the moment he is

And you’re gonna hear about it that moment too

Being wishy-washy with your feelings is the same thing as being afraid. And Kagami Taiga isn’t afraid of anything!

Except dogs. But he’s working on that.

Way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

Make him some food or a bento and he’s yours forever.

Loves it when you come to his practices and games

He gets super fired up

10x more likely to play harder and win when you’re around

Also 10x more likely to break shit because he really is just a big puppy bundle of testosterone and enthusiasm.

Always needs to be near you when you’re around. Whether it’s hugging, holding hands, or standing right beside you, he always wants you to be by his side.

Favorite activity: eating meals together. Particularly at home. Loves when you cook for him, or if you make something together. Likes to sit at the dinner table and talk about each other’s day, what you want to do that weekend, really anything.

[link4eva]

Kiro’s Mind’s Quest: Infatuation Play Translation Part 2 [CN]

Hey! Here’s Part 2 of Infatuation Play. Here is Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.

Enjoy~ 💛

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[Chapter 4]

MC: It seems I’ve put too much salt in the seasoning….

MC: If it’s salty…. add more water!

Kiro: Haha. 

Kiro was amused by what I said, and he shook off a piece of beef and tasted it.

Kiro: Good to eat!

Kiro also gave me a piece, the evening light leaked in from the window, reflecting a small layer of fluff on his face.

In the steam, the spicy and delicious smell seemed to dispel the previously unremarkable smell in the house.

I took a sip of soda and brought up the topic from before. *Changed some wording*

MC: By the way, in addition to encountering the big challenge of an actor’s career, filming NG….

MC: Is there anything else that left an impression on you?

Kiro looked down and thought about it seriously.

Kiro: Does scaring a crying kid count? 

MC: Of course!

Kiro smiled when he saw the eagerness on my face to hear the story.

Kiro: This scene is also related to entering the character state.

Kiro: In order to maintain this state, I kept myself bored in the hotel room for a long time….

Kiro: Probably because of my routine, no one reminded me.

Kiro: Later, I didn’t know the exact time anymore. When I came out, I felt that I had been in the dark for a long time.

Kiro: I realized that I was a bit too immersed, so I went to buy a bottle of soda to take a break.

Kiro: Then I met a kid in the crew…. I didn’t do anything, he just saw me and then cried. 

Kiro’s voice was very low, and the hot pot gurgled.

I think of Kiro’s immersive performance on the screen, and then I dig a little deeper into what he said just now-- *Changed some wording*

It was as if he had a bitter fruit in his heart, and he desperately wanted to hide it from me. The more bitter it was, the stronger the taste.

In the end, the fruit still found its way into my heart.

I sniffed and couldn’t help joking.

MC: From another perspective, that kid got to watch a scene for free.

Kiro raised his eyes, and I continued with a smile.

MC: I want to watch the exclusive performance of the big star Kiro too!

MC: Thinking about it this way, I feel a little jealous.

I took his hand and his fingertips quivered slightly.

Kiro: Don’t you think I’m not doing well enough? As a professional actor, I shouldn’t be in this situation. 

I shook my head.

MC: Remember, you asked me before if there was anything interesting about this business trip.

MC: In fact, in the city where I was on business, there would be lively gatherings at night on the street next to the hotel.

MC: Looking down from the balcony, there are clusters of lights, and everyone sits on the steps and chats casually.

MC: When I saw it, I was thinking, “I must bring Kiro here next time. He will love the sparkling cider here.”

I looked at Kiro brightly. He seemed to be imagining the scene I described with slight waves in his eyes.

MC: I want to share with you all the good and bad, brilliant and lonely times.

MC: You can be imperfect, you can have lonely and dark moments because I will be with you. 

MC: We share each other’s lives. No matter what life it is, as long as we experience it together, it is enough.

Those blue eyes staring at me seemed to be lit by some kind of warm light for a moment, filled with soft emotions.

I paused and asked him softly.

MC: I remember that every time you acted in a play, you would bid farewell to them at the end.

MC: You said that you were lucky to participate in a period of their lives and experienced their emotions.

MC: So in the end, you have to bid farewell to the partners you have been working with….

MC: Looking forward to another time and space, they will continue their lives.

MC: Did you say goodbye this time?

Kiro looked at me and suddenly reached out and wiped the oil stains on my lips.

The boiling of the hot pot sounded and there seemed to be some fragments of emotions in his eyes that had melted silently.

He paused, turned his head and raised the bear cup on the table. He raised it in the air, the emotions in his eyes were clear and calm.

Kiro: Americano is still too bitter, I prefer to drink soda. 

Kiro: The hot pot made by Miss Chips is delicious. As long as you are with her, even the little things like walking your dog to the supermarket are worth remembering.

His gaze flickered over the neatly coded script on the sofa, and there was a sense of relief in his voice.

Kiro: What you didn’t find, I did.

Kiro: In the time and space I don’t know, you will definitely find what you want, and come back to shine on the stage again.

Kiro: Now, it’s time to say goodbye to you.

The starry sky is gentle, and the steam from the hot pot rises, almost like a response. The wind blows the curtains and the room is full of starlight. *Changed some wording*

We are both covered.

(Cut to the living room)

MC: What’s going on with Cello lately? She seems to be more irritable.

MC: Not only did she knock over the sunflower vase in the living room, but also bit her tail….

I pet Cello who was being held in Kiro’s arms and spoke tentatively.

It is said that the mood of pets will be influenced by the owner. Is Cello….? 

Kiro looked away with a guilty conscience. 

Kiro: Maybe it’s because the season makes everyone more irritable.

Kiro: [coughs] Just leave her be, save the sunflower first.

He found a new vase in the cabinet and handed it to me. I trimmed the sunflower’s branched and leaves that had been bitten by Cello.

Kiro sat cross-legged across from me and stared at me without blinking. I was a little embarrassed to be stared at.

MC: What are you looking at?

Kiro tilted his head at me and his blond hair swayed slightly. It was obviously a naughty action, but the smile in his eyes was very gentle.

Kiro: Of course I was looking at Miss Chips. 

Kiro: Looking at your actions, expressions, the flower in your hand, and…. 

Kiro’s tone was stretched out and I followed his gaze to see the light-coloured hairband on the side of my head.

The soft end of the hairband slid down my neck and onto my skin.

MC: KI-RO! 

I blushed for a moment and when I was hurriedly trying to retie my hairband, my hand was suddenly grabbed.

I looked up and under the frivolity of the sun, I didn’t know when Kiro got so close to me that I could see the creases on his lips.

His gaze fell on the end of my hair. He tucked the hairband lightly and winked at me.

Kiro: Miss Chips, let me help you.

Without waiting for my answer, he took a strand of my hair and maneuvered his hands dexterously, rubbing my earlobes with his fingertips which caused a burst of scorching heat.

The hairband is like a streamer that can be held in his hand, and he is the creator of beauty.

The mood is changing silently at this moment as we stay so close. *Changed some wording*

No matter how difficult the moments we encounter are, they will definitely be healed in the accompanying time.

After a while, Kiro held my face and looked at it with satisfaction.

Kiro: That’s it.

I reached up to touch the hairband and couldn’t help but smile. *Changed some wording*

MC: You even tied a small bow! 

Kiro: Of course, this is the exclusive mark of Kiro.

Kiro picked up the end of the hairband and looked down at me tenderly. His blue eyes were like a vast and boundless sea and I willingly indulged in it.

(Cut to morning)

The morning light was in the room and the sound of the phone vibrating awakened me from my sleep. I picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

MC: Kiki? What’s wrong?

Kiki: Boss, the project you flew abroad to talk about has passed!

Kiki: Anna received the letter of intent last night, and the person in charge there said that he hoped the date of the contract signing could be confirmed today.

Kiki: Where are you now? Come and visit the company!

MC: Okay, I’ll be there.

I hung up and turned my head, Kiro’s sleeping face came into view.

He seems to be having a good sleep and his lips are slightly upturned, he looks particularly meek. *Changed some wording*

MC: ….

It looks like he is still a little sick. *Changed some wording*

The lack of sleep made my brain work a little slow, so I shook my head in an attempt to wake myself up a bit.

Just as I was hesitating whether to go, Kiro woke up with a hint of sleepiness in his eyes. He was startled when he saw my neatly dressed look.

Kiro: [cute sleepy voice] Is something happening at the company? 

(If you pick “No”)

Seeing Kiro’s still pale cheeks, I shook my head and smiled at him.

MC: Nothing, I was just talking to Kiki.

But Kiro looked at me and suddenly smiled.

Kiro: Miss Chips, you should go do more important things first.

Kiro: I will wait here for you to come back.

Seeing him look at me quietly, I nodded gently.

(If you pick “yes”)

I was conflicted for a moment and then nodded honestly.

MC: There is a little situation that needs to be dealt with, but….

Before I finished speaking, I saw Kiro stretch out lazily with a slight smile in his tone.

Kiro: I will wait for your return.

He looked no different from what I was familiar with. I hesitated for a moment and finally nodded gently.

[Memory Silhouette]

MC: Hahahahahaha! This episode is so funny!

I laughed so much that my cheeks hurt and I had to lean against Kiro’s arms. He opened his arms and caged me in them.

Kiro: Is the way I eat mustard so funny? 

I lifted my head and looked at him as he asked me. 

The sun was shining on us warmly through the French windows, Kiro’s milk fragrance also wrapped around the tip of my nose. I couldn’t help but squeeze his cheek with my hand.

MC: No, but I like it.

MC: Didn’t someone say that if there is a person who can keep you smiling, then he must be an important presence in your life.

MC: You make me laugh without even thinking about it, your existence turns cloudy days into sunny ones. *Changed some wording*

As if he had accepted my theory, Kiro no longer struggled with his expression about the variety show, so he clicked the button to continue playing. 

Kiro: Okay, I agree with Miss Chips. 

This variety show has Kiro as a guest appearance. When he participated in the show, he had not yet joined the cast to make a movie. The show was as bright as a little sun.

In the space between the advertisements, I quickly glanced sideways at the person next to me.

Over the past few days, I can feel his gradual relaxation.

It’s not that I’m always vigilant, telling myself that I have to be happy in front of him, but because when I’m with him, I can relax and smile.

I liked this relaxed and soft Kiro.

MC: But speaking of it, in this variety show, I see you in a way that I don’t usually see.

MC: Planting seedlings, bargaining with the owner of a small shop, and making mosquitos nests by yourself.

MC: So Kiro turned out to be a secret master of life?

MC: So when I was making homemade cranberry cupcakes, a certain superstar asked me to teach him how to beat the egg yolks?

After being questioned, Kiro gave a cheeky “um”.

Kiro: That’s because, in the cast, I need to play the image of SuperHero. This is my job. 

Kiro: But in front of Miss Chips, I can be willful and not so perfect, can’t I? *Changed some wording*

He looked at me with a smile in his eyes, like an afternoon orange soda full of refreshing taste.

MC: You said that…. I can’t refute it. 

Although I said that, I couldn’t help but laugh.

MC: But two people mixing the egg yolk batter together is always more interesting than doing it alone.

There was constant laughter on screen. I looked at Kiro who was always smiling on the screen and couldn’t help but lean into his arms.

His chin rested on my shoulder from behind and his warm breath brushed my neck.

It’s always a good time to need each other and be together. *Changed some wording*

MC: Next time, teach me how to make a mosquito net.

MC: Maybe in the future when we go on a trip, it will be useful.

Kiro: Okay, let’s make a big and beautiful mosquito net. 

MC: Huh? Why does it have to be so big?

Kiro: It can be used as an open-air tent. If you watch the stars at night, you don’t have to worry about being bitten by bugs.

I couldn’t help being amused by Kiro’s serious tone.

MC: Okay, let’s do it together.

Time is moving slowly and quietly, walking forward with a lazy pace. The lazy rest is close to the not-so-perfect Kiro.

Put together a cupcake with a honey-flavoured centre. *Changed some wording*

[Chapter 5]

When I had walked halfway towards the company, I decided to pull out my phone and call Kiki.

MC: Kiki, there are some things on my end that I can’t get away from. You can help me with the people from the other company and change the meeting to a virtual one.

MC: The contract has been sorted out, I will send it to them later. You are responsible for monitoring the online meeting.

Kiki: Mhhm, okay. Sounds good, boss. 

After temporarily solving the company’s problems, I returned to Kiro’s house.

In order to avoid disturbing Kiro, who might still be asleep, I opened the door very quietly.

But when I entered through the door, I saw Kiro sitting cross-legged on the floor with his back facing me.

Kiro: Cello, don’t move. 

A cat’s tail came out from his side, swinging back and forth uncomfortably, but was caught by Kiro in the next second.

Kiro: A few days ago, I didn’t play with you, which made you unhappy with me.

He was talking to himself, then sighed slightly.

Kiro: From now on I will play with you every day, but you are not allowed to bite your tail.

Kiro: If you bite your tail bald again, I will confiscate your dried fish!

Hearing what he said, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Kiro turned around when he heard the sound and when I saw Cello resting in his arms, I opened my eyes wide.

MC: You made a small flower for her bald spot.

A small flower made of pink wool is tied around Cello’s tail, which was probably taken from Kiro’s clothes. It covered most of the bald spot.

Kiro: Miss Chips, why are you back so soon?

Kiro was a little taken back, but because of my presence, there was an unconcealed smile in his eyes.

As I walked to Kiro’s side, I creased my eyes and opened my mouth.

MC: Because the witty Miss Chips changed the meeting to an online one, if it is synchronized with the time abroad, it will not start until the evening.

Kiro touched his chin thoughtfully.

Kiro: In other words, before the meeting, you still have a lot of time alone with me. 

MC: You can think of it like that.

Suddenly I saw the familiar sly smile in his eyes. I was stunned for a second as I realized something and then took a step back cautiously.

Kiro smiled innocently and brilliantly.

Kiro: Miss Chips can’t run away, you came back to me by “getting caught” by my net. *Changed some wording*

In the next second, he hugged my waist and his presence hit me overwhelmingly.

Cello jumped to the ground, licked her paws, and curiously tilted her head to look at everything in front of her.

Kiro led me to the sofa where I sat in his arms, my heartbeat still a little fast.

Kiro chuckled.

Kiro: Why does Miss Chips look like as if I’m going to do something bad?

His palm touched my bare back, arousing a shudder.

He looked down at me, but there was nothing else in his eyes other than like. 

I think of his unusual moments these past few days and my heart can’t help but feel moved.

The next second, I reached out and hooked my arms around Kiro’s neck. Kiro looked at me in a daze.

MC: Kiro, all the things that happen to you, I want to be the first person to share them with you.

I paused.

MC: Just as happiness and sadness are all the flavours of life we must experience;

MC: I want to be together in those bleak moments that must be experienced.

MC: Because--friction generates heat.

MC: So next time if you feel empty, let me stay with you.

MC: Let me fill your time.

Kiro’s eyes seemed to have a small sparkle of light in them after hearing my words.

After a while, I was pulled by Kiro and fell back into his arms.

Following his movements, my bag fell to the ground and a clear sound rang out. Kiro turned his head and glanced, leaning over and picking up a lipstick.

I reached out to take the lipstick, but Kiro grabbed my wrist.

He looked at me and suddenly put some on his lips slowly.

In the small and charming space, all his movements seemed to be slow and carefully planned, which made me suddenly think of the fragments I saw in the lens. 

Kiro: While eating hot pot, Miss Chips said that she regretted not being able to see my exclusive performance. 

He paused for a moment and gave a grin.

Kiro: Well now you can.

He raised his hand and the hot red in his palm brushed my hair and then letting it fall onto my back, bringing the smell of spices.

It’s like a light kiss.

I stiffened for a moment, only to feel that the spot touched by him was burning like fire, making me want to get closer.

MC: Kiro….

I muttered Kiro’s name softly. As if receiving some kind of response, he suddenly took my hand.

Then he lowered his head slightly and pressed his warm lips to my wrist.

Kiro: I’m here.

There was a warm touch from his skin and Kiro’s lips were still pressed against my wrist, but he lifted his eyes to look at me.

I blushed suddenly and wanted to lower my head and look away. The next second, I was firmly grasped with his other hand.

He held my hand and guided my fingertips past his lips.

His look was seductive, like a fairy falling into the world, unknowingly attracting me.

But perhaps, he knew it.

Kiro: Now I am sure that you have filled the most precious time in my world.

His blue eyes are as gentle as the sea and there is only a small me inside of them.

He looked at me and got closer, hot breath fell on the side of my neck accompanied by a soft voice.

Kiro: In fact, there have always been many temptations and difficulties on the way to becoming an actor.

Kiro: It’s a small boat called “Kiro”, sailing on the waves of the world. He often encounters danger, gets injured, and breaks.

The soft touch lingers from the side of my neck to my earlobe, and the breathy whispers fall on my ears very affectionately.

Kiro: But this one person, she found the boat on the boundless sea and repaired his damages.

Kiro: She then stayed on the boat and sailed the world with him to see glaciers and lakes.

Kiro: This person is called Miss Chips, and she is-- the beacon that guides me through the world. 

His voice is like falling petals; quiet and soft with the ultimate sincerity. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: In the play, Kiro’s emotions belong to the stage.

Kiro: But Kiro outside the play, his world, everything about him belongs to you.

The scorching temperature left my neck and he looked at me earnestly with undisguised emotions in his eyes, like the surging ocean tides.

I couldn’t help but hug his neck back.

MC: Kiro, you made me the best Miss Chips in the world.

MC: Let’s go to farther places together, see glacial lakes, and sail the world together….

MC: Nothing can make me leave your side.

The sunflower grows enthusiastically and his golden hair is soft and brilliant. The world is flourishing and beautiful, just like himself.

If I were Kiro’s beacon for sailing the world, then let me be that tower that illuminates him.

Because-- he is also the most indispensable part of my world.

End