#i'm not leaving now honey not a chance */ MUSE

[havvkinsqueen]

*/ 1/? Edits of Chrissy Cunningham

Chrissy's Birthday Edition!! Moots Only

PSD is Crackle Rocks by @pinkinnards

[havvkinsqueen]

@vitaegratis​

chrissy already wants to put up the christmas decorations but eddie refuses to take down the halloween ones until mid-november

[babyouran]

Beware of the Physical Exam! - it’s y/n’s first official event as a host! though soon after the members realize it is also almost time for their physical exams that threaten y/n’s security and haruhi’s identity. in an attempt to save the girls, tamaki comes up with a plan!

pairing - fem!reader x host club members

apart of - ouran add-in

The host club members were currently enjoying a refreshing evening outside. Some were dressed as butlers and the others were dressed in a more kimono-type outfit. All of them were prepared to entertain their guests in their unique way. 

"So, in which cup would my princess like her tea? The Foley? Worcester? Or perhaps the Susie Cooper Gardenia?" Tamaki questioned, showcasing the assortment of tea cups on the table.

"Beautiful, they are English antiques, aren't they? Which one do you like, Tamaki?" A girl asked and soon enough he held onto her wrist lightly, leaning in.

"Which one?” he stared into her eyes, charm reaching the girl as her free hand fidgeted with the hem of her dress. “None of these compare to my princess," He concluded, leaving the girl a blushing mess.

"Oh wow, I don't know what to say," the young woman muttered.

Meanwhile, the twins were up to their musings, side by side, trying to enchant those guests who resided beside them.

"I think you would like Covent Garden," Hikaru expressed, "Most of our Victorian pieces are from there.”

Moments after, while holding the teapot Kaoru bumped it against his glass, the steaming liquid spilling down and burning his finger. His brother gracefully took the burnt finger, a red mark already shining on his pale skin, and placed a soft kiss upon the burn, which earned a couple of coos from the ladies who resided across. 

"Honestly Kaoru, you have to be more careful," His brother softly scolded him. "From now on, keep your eyes on me, okay?"

"Yes, Hikaru."

"I can't take this, it's overwhelming," A girl with purple bows in her hair sighed, shielding her face and getting a quick nudge from her friend.

"You have to watch this, you may not get another chance! Who knows when it will happen again!" Her friend exclaimed, lightly shaking the shoulder of her friend in an attempt to get her eyes open.

"You're right, mademoiselle," Kyoya agreed, making a swift entrance. "All beauty is fleeting, just take a look at these cherry blossoms. You'll never be able to see them this vibrant again. That's why I've compiled this picture book of them."

Y/n looked up from across her partner at the mention of a book. Though, to her disappointment, it was just Kyoya trying to make a profit, not interest avid readers. So, Y/n moved her attention back to talking with her guests.

"How was the math exam? I'm sure you did splendidly. You always do," She hummed, going to pick up the teacup. Since the woman was very strong about keeping the bottom half of her face covered she quickly lifted the bottom of her mask to allow her to take a small sip. After years of practice with little moments of moving the mask, she was still able to keep much covered.  

"I-I think I did okay," A girl stuttered, trying to cover her blush with her hands.

"I did good. Really good. Are you proud of me Y/n?"

"Of course, I knew you would do amazing," She told the boy, nodding. She knew this factually because he was a high-placing student within the school. Though Kyoya was a bit conniving his notebook played useful. It held much information about the guests, which allowed Y/n to become a splendid actress. She placed her soft hand across the table more, just a few inches away from the boy, before moving it back and picking up the tea. 

"Do you need some more sugar for that?" The girl questioned, eyes scanning around the table.

"I'm perfectly fine," Y/n thanked her, pushing some of her hair back. The girl fell back more into her chair causing a worried Kyoya to disperse from the other girls with some more money in his pocket.

Meanwhile, Haruhi closely watched Honey do too much to the tea. His hand was moving at a speedy pace to try and mix the tea more thoroughly. 

"You overdid it," Mori told the blonde boy beside him eliciting shock from the woman that surrounded him. Honey just stared sadly at the cup, embarrassment spreading on his face. The girls who resided around the table picked up on his changing mood, stuttering over one another to comment reassurance. 

"Honey, I'll take it! It looks so yummy," The girl next to him reassured him. Mori grabbed some treats nearby and moved them closer to Honey. The girls continued to compliment him, while his mood quickly morphed to a happier one. 

After they were all done with the guests Haruhi went to go and enjoy the scenery that was all around them. There was something relaxing about nature at times like this, she enjoyed the way the petals fell, it was comforting and helped calm some recent nerves.

"Haruhi, are you doing okay?" Y/n questioned, walking over with her floral mask on. "For myself, I will conclude that it was an interesting first day. I suspected that when I joined the club I would just have tea, not guests all for myself," She laughed lightly.

"Oh, well I have learned with them it is never what you expect. You are good at communicating politely with people, you have a certain aura about you,” Haruhi blushed in the slightest, taking her eyes off of Y/n and back towards the trees, “So I think you did great.”

"Thank you. You did great as well. I have been meaning to mention that the kimono compliments your features," Y/n told her, that same blush darkening that now Y/n could recognize. "The guests are all so kind, but I'm just not… Well, it doesn’t matter," Y/n sighed, moving away from the girl to find a small treat for herself. Haruhi watched her leave, trying to think of what she could say to her. Haruhi recognized that she didn’t know much about her friend, the deeper things, and had hope that through this club Y/n would open up more. 

"Y/n!" Tamaki called after her, jogging a bit to catch up alongside her. "What did you think about today, do you feel alright?"

"Do I feel alright?" She repeated, taken aback by the question. "I suppose, why do you ask?" She questioned, skeptical of his reasoning.

"Today was your first day with the club! Though, it is natural for me to impress the ladies I know it’s not the same for everyone. I am also having a good day if you were wondering,” he smiled like an excited child, gesturing to himself as he sparkled in the sunlight. The sun was a rather fitting part of his look, Y/n realized that was what Tamaki was beginning to remind her of, the sun. He was excited which was contagious, it made the more reserved woman less anxious to take a step out into the limelight. “I'm looking rather excellent, don't you agree?" His confidence was a little comical to the girl, though a part of her also admired it. 

"Tamaki-senpai," Y/n started, looking up and down at the young male, particularly taking a main focus onto his eyes. To Tamaki, it felt like this moment was going on for minutes and he found himself a little worried to hear her response but the oddest part was that he found himself craving a certain response from her. Tamaki was not one to just fall for every maiden, he took an interest in the ones who were not the easiest to crack, so of course his attention was spiked at this new player. "You don't look bad," She finished, shrugging her shoulders a bit. "Can I read now?"

"Y/nnnnn," He whined, looking at the girl sadly. "I will make you fall for me, it should be simple since I look the way I do, but just you wait!" He exclaimed, running off. Though Y/n didn’t take his claim as a serious promise, just another little comment thanks to his childish personality. 

"Hey Y/n, what electives are you going to have next term?" Hikaru asked, walking over with his brother. They soon had the girl in between them both, not believing in personal space.

"What about conversational French?" Kaoru suggested.

"Well, I was thinking of seeing what Haruhi was doing," Y/n said, gesturing with her eyes for the mentioned girl to come over.

"We should take it together," Hikaru spoke. Kaoru took a paper from his bag and began to read the top of the list. 

"Oh well,” Y/n interrupted Kaoru, “ I'm fine with doing it with Haruhi but I don't know about everyone else," Y/n trailed off eyes returning to Haruhi for some help. On the opposite side of the garden, Tamaki was staring intently at the first years, closely watching their interactions. 

"Oh come on," Kaoru started. He turned back, his brother doing the same, and they spoke at the same time saying "We are in the same class.”

"Say, Mommy dear," Tamaki spoke, now positioned where he was looking at a tree with his knees to his chest.

"What is it now, daddy?" Kyoya responded, writing on his checklist.

"What do you think of Y/n?" He looked back over at Y/n conversing with the other members of the group, getting up from his position and walking over to Kyoya.

"She's.... interesting," He told him, looking over for himself. He could tell she was slightly smiling underneath the mask, and a part of him wished he could see it.

"I want to see her smile, her real look," Tamaki admitted, almost reading Kyoya's thoughts.

"That would be nice, but I'm afraid we won't be able to do that. I don't want to be sued by her family, that wouldn't be pleasant," He chuckled lightly, getting back to his list.

"Y/n!" Tamaki yelled ignoring Kyoya’s warnings and rushed over to the group. "Let me see!"

"Excuse me?" She stepped backward, looking at her senpai weirdly as if he were a stranger. "See what exactly?"

"Underneath the mask," He added as if it were obvious. 

"We want to see," The twins spoke up, walking over. Now the three crowded her, two on her side and one right in front. It looked as if a scene out of a princess movie where the three villains tried to attack the innocent princess. 

"Um, guys," Haruhi mumbled, feeling very worried for her female friend.

"No, you can't see, don't be ridiculous."

"Let daddy see," Tamaki told her, reaching a hand out to grab the mask but instead of getting a snatch of the fabric as Y/n stepped back she tripped on a rock, causing her to fall backward. Luckily, she was caught by a male with black hair, catching her in his arms. Y/n carefully looked back up at him confused.

"Don't pressure her," Mori spoke deeply, not moving his eyes from hers. She looked up at him, studying his face.

"Thank you Mori-senpai," She moved away from his grip calculating eyes watching the quiet man. As if they truly were in a princess movie Mori would be the prince which wasn’t a wanted casting among the three villains. 

"Not fair, I wanted to hold her," Tamaki muttered, moving back over to the tree where he was once spying on Y/n. His sulking caused bunches of mushrooms to burst up as an overwhelming energy radiated from his body. 

"There are bigger problems than you holding me," Y/n mentioned, walking over to Haruhi. Who she lightly patted on the shoulder "It's almost time for the physical exams.”

"That's right, I forgot all about it," Kyoya commented, the Host Club now all forming around the ‘secret’ girl.

"Then that means, there's no doubt, they're gonna know I'm a girl," Haruhi realized, sticking a finger in the air. Most of the host club were worried for their fellow member. "You know they might even make Y/n take her mask down too and do it in front of everyone," The club turned their heads, all of them, to stare at the said girl.

“Possibly,” Y/n shrugged, no body language expressing any nerves at the factor. Instead Y/n just guided her friend off of the grass and back into the school to finally search for a new book. That was the biggest concern for her at the moment. 

The rest of the club went their separate way back to the Music room. It was not until Tamaki took a seat that he truly thought about the chances of what could happen during the physical exams, Despite a part of him feeling guilty he just couldn't help but think about what it would be like if she did take off her mask and secretly hope it would happen. 

In Tamaki's Head

"Senpai, I'm scared. I didn't want people to see me like this, why can't I be hidden? They keep staring," Y/n told Tamaki.

"My dear, you have nothing to fear," He snaked one hand around her waist, using his other to brush some hair from her face. "They are staring because you're gorgeous! Don't worry princess I'll protect you, I’ll be your prince," He reassured her, leaning down to kiss the beautiful li-

"He must be having a great daydream," Honey spoke up, looking at Tamaki who was lost in his imagination.

"He's kind of creeping me out," Hikaru admitted, looking disgustingly at the older boy.

"Envious, Hikaru? This is all part of my strategy! While you've wasted time blinded by your jealousy, I've foreseen the outcome of this charade. This story is a romantic school comedy! Y/n and I are the main characters, so that means we are love interests!" He exclaimed, back facing the group and fingers to his chin.

"Yeah, then what are we?" The twins asked, staring at their 'boss' with an annoyed look.

"You boys," He spun around, pointing a finger at them. "Are the homosexual supporting cast!"

"What about Haruhi and Y/n, you don't get it," The twins put their heads in their palms.

"If word gets out that Haru-chan is a girl, then she will get in trouble with the rest of the school! If N/n-chan has to take her mask off around people, then she will move schools," Honey mentioned.

"Haruhi and Y/n would be much more popular with the men as well," Hikaru added.

"Sorry, for coming a bit late, Y/n couldn't find the book she wanted," Haruhi lightly chuckled, opening the club door.

"Don't you worry Haruhi and Y/n! We're determined to keep your secret. No one will see your face and no one will find out you're a girl during tomorrow's physical exams. You can stay our secret princesses!" Tamaki exclaimed, grabbing Haruhi's shoulders and shaking her.

"I'm not scared," Y/n murmured.

"You aren't?" Honey looked over to her.

"My family is well known, I can easily get a private room. Not all of the exam has to be seen by other people," Y/n shrugged. "We shouldn't worry too much about Haruhi though I’m sure"

"Good! You're going to be alright, Y/n. Now listen up squad members, at tomorrow's physical exams position yourselves in position A and then wait for your orders," A whiteboard was soon wheeled into view with drawings on it explaining the plan to conceal Haruhi's gender.

"Am I a part of this?" Y/n asked, walking over and looking at the whiteboard. It seemed all too extravagant, or more wishful thinking, that it would provide the wanted results. 

"You just go in your private room and look pretty there," Tamaki told her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Alright," She nodded her head. Tamaki dispersed back towards the whiteboard, commanding the fellow men as Y/n moved over by Kyoya in the background who was up to his routine notetaking. "Kyoya if you can get me a private room can't you ge-"

"Don't ruin this, just watch," He muttered, not looking up from his notetaking.

While Y/n was talking with Kyoya -trying to get him to spill more of his secret plan- Haruhi was talking with the boys who were upset at her lack of motivation to conceal her identity.

"I mean you guys aren't bad, but if it gets out I'm a girl there's nothing I can do, you know?" She spoke carelessly. 

"She doesn't seem to care one way or another," The twins observed.

"Well before we do anything else, we have to find a way to motivate her," Kaoru added, the twins trying to think of something. Y/n overheard them and made her way into the conversation. She was already a part of the club and didn't want to have her only friend leave. She was also in too deep as word got to her father and he wouldn't let her quit just because her friend did.

"Haruhi, haven't you mentioned you wanted to try fancy tuna?" Y/n asked, walking up to the girl. 

"Oh that's right, you didn't get to eat any the other time," Tamaki added, now feeling a bit more motivated.

"Did you hear that, she's never gotten to eat fancy tuna before. Isn't that awful?" Hikaru, not so quietly whispered.

"Wow! Talk about a difficult childhood," Kaoru responded, both twins staring right at Haruhi.

Honey looked at his bunny, "If only Haru-chan could stay in the host club, she'd have the chance to eat all kinds of yummy things whenever she wants."

"Don't be silly! Just because I'm poor and never had it, doesn't mean I'm so much of a glutton that I'd go on fooling everyone about my gender just to try some fancy tuna," Haruhi laughed nervously. 

"We wouldn't get as much time together, Haruhi and I'd have to be in the club all alone," Y/n faked a sigh, looking at the ceiling. "We wouldn't get the opportunity to spend time with each other outside of class and never indulge in fancy tuna together,"

"Will I get to eat it with you?" Haruhi asked, the whole group lightening up.

"We will begin conducting physical examinations shortly. All students please proceed to the clinic in your respective school building," The voice on the intercom announced.

"So what's the deal with this, formation A thing, you guys were talking about?" Haruhi questioned, walking alongside the twins and Y/n. No one said a word and so in an attempt to get someone talking she asked another question, "What do they do during physical exams here at Ouran anyway?"

"It's no different than a physical exam you'd get at any other school," Hikaru told her.

"Yeah, why would a physical exam be any different for us just because we're rich?" Kaoru asked. Y/n just silently watched the conversation go down, thanks to her father she was more knowledgeable about the outside world and understood the differences in their world and the people of different social classes.

It was a quick trip, soon enough they were outside the doors getting ready for the exams to commence. 

"You're right I didn't think of it that way," Haruhi lightly chuckled. She opened the door. The whole scenery seemed so much more extravagant, a wide variety of doctors and nurses lined up, probably some at the top of their profession, with shining equipment and complimenting features.  

"I'm going to guess this isn't like commoners physical exams," Y/n added, watching Haruhi's mouth drop.

"Excuse me Hitachiin brothers, please follow me this way to have your height measured," A nurse bowed, having her hand out.

"Miss Takahashi," A nurse came and quickly curtsied. "I'll be your nurse, follow me. Mr. Ootori had us set up a special area for you," She led the girl over to another stall away from others to allow the privacy of taking down her mask.

"Mr. Fujioka? I'm your nurse for the exams this afternoon, please come this way," The nurse grabbed Haruhi's wrist, dragging her away from the entrance.

Y/n was motioned over to a secluded area to take the exams and speak with the nurse and doctor. It was a tent of a room, and the exams did not take long, just a couple of quick checkups and she was almost finished. 

"Please, just take it down quickly, we already did the other requirements for today, we just have to check your nostrils and hearing."

"I suppose," She mumbled, quickly pulling it down. The doctor did his thing, sticking the equipment where it was needed checking her lungs and nose with the shining light. 

"All good!" The doctor smiled, putting a thumbs up. "If I may ask, looking at your chart there are not any underlying healthcare problems. Do you wear it as a precaution?" The doctor realized, looking down at the chart about Y/n's health.

"It's for personal reasons, doctor. It is a precaution that my father wishes I take for the sake of my mother." Y/n nodded, sliding it back up and making her way away from the area. She walked back over to where many of the other students were receiving their exams in an attempt to find the rest of the group. If she was going to follow Kyoya’s instruction she wanted to at least be able to watch it play out. 

"Why are Honey and Mori dressed as doctors?" A girl asked, multiple others surrounding them.

"Honey-senpai, is this a part of Tamaki-senpai's plan?" Y/n bent down, fixing his fake glasses, which were tilted to the side. Kyoya was too busy speaking with Haruhi, so Y/n focused her attention on the 'doctors'. 

"Yes, but don't tell anyone," He nodded, bringing a finger to his lip in a whisper before trying to put on a more mature look to pose as a doctor which resulted in a few of the girls cooing.

"Undercover," Mori muttered.

"Y/n-sama! Have you had your physical exam?" A girl asked and soon enough there were more surrounding her.

"Uhh," She looked around, the girl’s eyes peering closer and staring right at the dark mask set in the middle of her face. 

"Ladies, Y/n must come with me, I apologize," Kyoya curtly walked over and took her wrist to lead her away.

"Thank you Kyoya-senpai," She looked up at him.

"Of course, you do owe me now though."

"Ah," She groaned, taking her hand away. While watching the busy halls filled with students and professionals Y/n let out an, "Ow," after getting bumped into by a bit stranger of a doctor.

"I'm sorry," The doctor apologized, barely sparing her a glance. In response to his actions, Kyoya looked down at Y/n, studying her features. It was clear she felt a bit of pain, clutching onto her shoulder while staring off into the distance. Kyoya was confused by the emotions that washed over him, it was too unrecognized that he didn’t even truly think through grabbing her hand once again. He wrapped his hand around hers, covering it but fingers were not intertwined. 

"Are you okay?" His facial expressions did not change but there was a softer tone to his voice. 

"I'm fine," She slowly took her hand away from his. "Let's just find the twins," Y/n walked away from the boy, leaving him to look at the space where the doctor once was, questioning who he was.

"Doesn't matter to me," Hikaru mentioned from not too far away. 

"We're not shy, who needs a curtain?" Kaoru spoke.

"See Y/n, impressive turnout today. Physical Exam day is quite popular with the ladies," Kyoya brushed off his uniform, motioning over to where the twins were mere feet away attracting a large crowd with a keen glare. 

"Oh my," She breathed out, shaking her head a little and peering over at Haruhi standing on the side who was mentally slapping herself.

"I won't allow it, it's just not fair. I won't let those doctors touch you Kaoru," Hikaru expressed.

"What are you talking about? You don't seem to have a problem with touching me when we play doctor at home. I can't get you to stop tickling me and toying with my body," Kaoru told him, the girls around them started raising their voices with the classic flushing of their cheeks.

While the twins carried most of the attention the fellow members of the club took the opportunity to use them as a distraction. "Come on Haru-chan, this way!" Honey exclaimed, he and Mori grabbed the girl and ran off away from the crowd before they could notice.

"I don't think Tamaki's plan is going to go the way he wants," Y/n added, looking at Kyoya who had an evil smirk on his face. The duo soon made their way over to where Haruhi’s exam was to be taking place, there they chatted to one another.

Soon enough the show began when the nurse came into view in front of the small curtain. "Mr Fujioka, are you ready to be measured now?" The nurse had asked with a clipboard in hand and the eyes of dozens of girls situated on the curtain. 

"Yes, I'm Haruhi Fujioka," A very apparent Tamaki came out, brown hair wig not fully placed on his hair and white shirt open.

"Oh no," Y/n mustered, eyes wide and bemused at what was transpiring, not believing that this was what he was planning all along. The group watched the girls easily tell it was him, yelling out comments of disappointment. "Enough playing Kyoya-senpai, help Haruhi out," Y/n pushed him forward lightly with a hand on his upper back.

"YOU JERKS!" Tamaki ripped the wig off, grabbing Hikaru. "You said there was no way they'd be able to tell!" 

"It's payback for calling us the homosexual supporting cast," Hikaru laughed.

"Haruhi, let's go," Y/n told her, grabbing her hand. Kyoya stood still, watching the little bickering take place between Tamaki and the twins and deciding to enjoy the amusement instead of following Y/n’s earlier wishes. "Kyoya-senpai set up another room."

"Turns out the doctors here today are all on staff at one of Kyoya-senpai's family's hospitals," Hikaru added.

"Would have been nice if he said something to us earlier," Kaoru finished, both shrugging their shoulders.

"I had to get my revenge too. I'm sorry I just don't think I'm supporting class, homosexual or otherwise," He smiled. Haruhi rolled her eyes at the man's antics.

"Y/n, will you come with me?" Haruhi shyly asked to which Y/n just nodded and smiled at the boys, following her friend as they walked to the private room.

While the girls went off together, it allowed Y/n to give Haruhi some reassurance and let the girl rant to her about Tamaki's idiotic plan. The boys stayed back behind and couldn’t help but overhear a fellow student talking about a strange doctor who tried to make a pass at her.

"I had a feeling this might happen," Kyoya spoke.

"What do you mean?" Honey asked.

"A bit earlier today, a strange man in a white lab coat bumped into Y/n, he wasn't one of the doctors but I refrained from telling her that."

"Shouldn't you have said something sooner?" The twins wondered.

"It's no big deal, I'm sure the security guards will catch him," Kyoya stated. A security guard then came up to the girl and questioned where he went. In response, she told him that the doctor ran off to the special boy's clinic.

"Y/n and Haruhi!" The boys realized. 

"I'll be out here," Y/n told Haruhi as her friend entered the curtained area.

"Thanks, Y/n," Haruhi mentioned, walking into the curtained room. Once gaining a breath, and not having so many nerves she started to undress but slowed when she heard the curtain move. "Y/n?"

"No, it's not what you think! Please keep quiet," The doctor spoke, grabbing her shoulder and covering her mouth. Haruhi went to mumble please from underneath his hand, her own hands gripping to try and take him off of hers. 

Soon the curtains were thrown back and a loud "Let go!" resounded around the room. Y/n came barreling in, kicking the man right in his side. He let go of Haruhi, going to grab his hip, and with a swift kick to his back, he fell forward onto the ground. Rushing in behind were the boys eerily calm and standing around the doctor intimidatingly.

"One, good looks that attract the public eye," The twins stepped closer.

"Two, more wealth than you can imagine," Kyoya motioned to his book, pushing up his glasses and glaring down.

"Three, a chivalry that will never be able to overlook," Mori began.

"The hideous wickedness of this world," Honey finished.

"Four, smoothness of the tongue, ready to persuade anyone," Y/n added. 

"That's what makes the Ouran Host Club," Tamaki beamed, finishing off the speech and placing himself right in front of the doctor. Y/n turned to focus her attention back on Haruhi, getting Tamaki’s jacket to put over her shoulders.

"We're here, watch out," The boys all said, looking at the doctor angrily.

"Please don't hurt me! Spare my life!" The doctor begged. He was a nervous wreck himself and began to tell his life story about losing his daughter and being a real doctor. After telling his story most of the club was left unimpressed, not ready to disregard all the things and rules he has broken through this whole venture. However, that didn’t stop Tamaki from letting the tears fall down his face and sympathizing with the older man's troubles. 

"I don't think this is the right place," Y/n spoke up, taking her hands away from around Haruhi’s shoulders, and walking forward. "From your life story, this doesn't sound like a place your daughter would attend," She explained.

"I'm looking for Ouran Public High School," The doctor confessed.

"This is Ouran Academy, a private institution," Kyoya told him, the twins making comments about the doctor's sad relationship with his daughter.

"Kyoya, would you please find a map of all the public schools in this area? I'd like to help this man find his daughter," Tamaki asked. Kyoya found a map and they bid the doctor a goodbye, wishing him luck with his relationship with his daughter.

"I have to finish my exam," Haruhi told the group leaving afterward.

"You know," Y/n looked around at the group, where they all were looking at her intently.

"Don't tell me you're going to leave," Tamaki groaned.

"No, it's just, maybe this club isn't too bad," Y/n laughed, admiring the way a few of the boy's faces ow had a dash of pink on them. 

"You're so cute Y/n!" Tamaki beamed, trampling her in a hug. "I know the true reason you’re doing it is because of your father, but you're just too cute with that comment."

"Hey! Get off!"

"Red Card!" The twins called out. "Tamaki's being a pervert."

"Can you just get off?"

next chapter - Attack of the Lady Manager!

[psychesalcove]

„ but I'm in so deep, you know I'm such a fool for you ”

𝜗𝜚 percy jackson x child of apollo reader

synopsis: percy invites you to spend a evening at camp by the lake with him. and, you definitely do not have any feelings for him. nope, not at all. he just has a really cute smile, thats all.

⚠️: reader not admiting she likes percy, kayla being sick of reader not admiting her feelings, percy being a dork as usual, small mention of will being a protective brother, percy making atrocious ocean jokes, super soft percy twords the end, not proofread AT ALL, percy getting pushed into water

requested: yes, by swifthazed (accidentally deleted the request but hope you enjoy!!)

"he's definitely going to be asking you out," your sibling, kayla mused as the two of you watched percy leave through the doors of the infirmary.

you rolled your eyes at her comment as you turned around and went back over to the cabnit that stored bandaids. "im sure he is kayla," you said sarcastically, grabbing a box of my little pony bandaids. "there's probably gonna be other people there, not just us."

percy had come marching into the infirmary, no doubt scaring the younger camper sitting right by the door. at first, both you and kayla thought that he or someone else got hurt, but when he asked for you to join him at the lake later in the evening, your thoughts were proven wrong.

"oh please, did you not see the way he was blushing and avoiding eye contact with you? and, he didn't say anyone else would be there. he said, and i quote, "would you want to go to the lake with me later today, just to yknow, hangout" kayla repeated the words of percy while doing air quotes.

"i don't even like him like that kayla, and again, no way he's asking me out. he'll probably ask annabeth out if anything." you replied, walking over to the younger camper, who you believed was a child of hermes, and applied the bandaid on a small cut she had gotten doing who knows what.

"im sorry, did you just say you don't even like him? honey, not to break it to you, but if you're talking about him at breakfast, lunch, dinner, in the infirmary, in our cabin, im pretty sure you like him." kayla said in a deadpan tone, crossing her arms and smirking lightly at you.

you rolled your eyes at her once again as you quickly ducked your head down so she didn't see the shade of pink now tinting your cheeks. "you should be all set, and, try not to get hurt again, okay?" you advised the demigod, who gave you a couple of firm nods in response before running out the door.

"i'll tell will to take over your shift this evening, so y'know, you can get a boyfriend," kayla said. she started walking away tword other patients before you could get a chance to object.

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percy came to get you later in the evening at the apollo cabin. you saw him through the front window of the cabin, recognizing his silhouette even with the hyacinth flowers overtaking majority of the outside view.

you quickly walked twords the door of the cabin before will could start interrogating percy and embarrassing both percy and you. kayla gave you a quick thumbs up before you headed out the door, mouthing 'go get your boyfriend ' to you.

percy was waiting at the bottom of the short case of stairs when you walked out. his face immediately lit up and he smiled at you. "hope i didn't come to early?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the sun setting. "just figured this would be considered evening, because, well, the sun is setting?" he said.

you chuckled lightly at his rambling. "is perfect timing, percy," you walked down the stairs and met him at the bottom.

"well, i guess we should get down to the lake, it's always pretty during sunset time, yknow?" he said as he started to walk in the direction of the lake.

"i do know percy, and so does everyone at camp," you joked, referring to the comment he just made as you started following him. you saw him roll his eyes playfully at you before he changed his pace and started running.

"last one to the lake is a pufferfish!" he yelled behind to you.

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"well, running isn't really my specialty," percy said to you out of breath. he, somehow, ended up behind you when running to the lake; even though he had a huge head start to you.

"mhm, sure." you said crossing your arms as you looked at him smugly. "guess you're a pufferfish then," you joked, your face shifting to a more soft look as you saw him smile. he did have a really cute smile.

"guess so," he hummed, his breath finally coming back to him. "wanna head down to the dock?" he said, tilting his head in the direction of it. you smiled and nodded your head, following percy, who had already started walking away.

even though you knew the lake was bueatiful during sunset, you always forgot just how bueatiful it really was. with your shifts in the infirmary, the lessons, and everything else, you sometimes forgot that you could hang out at the lake.

"it's really pretty, isn't it," you mused, looking out to the far ends of the water as you sat down next to percy at the end of the dock. you saw percy nod his head in agreement, but didn't see how his eyes were on you and not the glistening water.

you just then realized how hot it felt being directly in the sun, so you quickly untied your low top converse you had on and put your feet into the water. "ykow you could just,go into the water if you're hot," percy said as he looked at you.

"you also realize that i'm not a son of poseiden who's immune to getting wet, right?" you laughed, looking back at percy who just blushed and starting looking down into the water. from the corner of your eye, you saw percy wipe his hands on his cargo shorts, before moving his hand to be close to yours. not exactly touching, but close to.

you heard percy take a deep breath that he was obviously trying to be quiet about, before you felt a comforting heat over the top of your hand. you moved your head so you could look at percy, and, surprisingly, he wasn't looking into the water,but he was looking at you. percys hand was laying on top of yours, not holding it but just resting there.

"so, uhm.." percy started. you noticed a small shake in his voice, so you nodded your head lightly to show that your full attention was on him. "gods this is going to sound so weird, but, ive been thinking for a while and, while i'm not the best at, well, anything, I think I finally understand what I feel when I'm with you," he countined, smiling softly as the two made eye contact.

"you make me feel like i'm actually important, like, important for who i am. and not what i've done, or what i stand for. i feel like a lot of people only think of me as the kid with a big prophecy and all that. they don't think of me as percy. but, i think you do," percy said, moving his hand that was ontop of yours so that your hands were now interlocked with eachother.

"obviously, that's not the only good thing about you. gods, no. i don't even know if i could list everything i love about you. there's so many things I adore about you. i mean, you help people so much every single day in the infirmary, i see you play guitar at the campfire and I don't think I've ever seen anyone play that well, and during capture the flag you just look amazing in your armor with your bow, not that you don't look good other days, you look amazing every single day, even if I can tell that you're tired or something, you still never fail to be so bueatiful and–" percy stopped his rambling, his eyes quickly moving down to your lips.

he looked back up into your eyes, silently asking if he could kiss you. you, even in your dazed state after hearing what percy said to you, about you, you nodded your head and smiled lightly at him.

the kiss would probably forever be the best kiss you'll ever had. you've never kissed anyone before, unless it was one of your siblings, and on the cheek or head only. but when you and percys lip collied, it did feel like the world stopped right then and there.

it wasn't a forceful or aggressive kiss in any way. it was soft but hesitant at first, both of you testing out the waters with each other. it showed all the love you shared for one another and how both of you had been longing for the other, longer than either of you would like to admit.

you pulled away first, wanting to respond to what percy had said earlier. percy chased for your lips once you moved, but quickly went back to where he was before when his brain caught up with him.

before you could say anything he said, "so, uhm. would you wanna be my girlfriend? i mean, if that's too soon we can always just go on a date first, or something, i really don't care, but ..i assume you feel the same way?" he rambled, once again.

you laughed and shook your head at him. "oh yeah, kissing someone is definitely not saying you feel the same way about someone" you joked, lightly pushing your sholder into his.

"and yes, percy, of course i'll be your girlfriend." you said, smiling fondly at the son of poseiden who you could now call yours.

percy smiled, allowing the biggest grin you had ever seen someone make to be on display. his smile was really cute, now that you think about it. really shouldn't mention that to kayla, you thought, making a mental note in your head for later.

"so, now that we're like boyfriend and girlfriend.." he started, already giggling slightly. you raised an eyebrow, but signaled for him to countine.

"are we on a beach?" he asked, "because i find you sand-sational, " he said, now fully laughing at his own pick-up line he just used on you.

a loud splash filled the summer evening air, along with a loud screech, only some would recognize as percy.

[lookingfts]

Friday Fic Rec 9/6

Thanks for your submissions! Here are the recs for our first week. (Titles are links to each fic)

All the magic we made by @iwishyouwouldstop

"I'm always shocked this fic doesn't have 1000 kudos. It's so damn good."

Description: Kate and Anthony grow up together, learn to harness their magic together and are certain nothing can tear them apart. Until something does. Now they are strangers who occasionally publicly humiliate each other in between finding means to survive in a world that is increasingly hostile to their kind. Then Anthony commits the ultimate betrayal and Kate's retribution results in a life-threatening curse that forces them to work together.

Status: WIP (18/?) Rating: E

Love Doesn't Burn. by magicalmenagerie

"This fic isn’t finished, and the author hasn’t updated it since 2023, but it’s still one of my favorites. I love how it mixes the past and the present, and how the two characters were involved during the worst phase of their lives and then reconnect when they’re more mature."

Description: Anthony is trying to forget his past. Kate is trying to remember as much as possible. They’re both too young to know what they fall into is not love. Until much later, they finally do. (A second chances au riddled with miscommunication, infatuation, and incomprehensible philosophical musings)

Status: WIP (11/14) Rating: E

The Hope That Keeps You and One Last Weekend by @helenakwayne

"They have very different vibes but they’re both soo good and I think they’re less known fics in the fandom. I would say read the hope that keeps you if you’re looking for something more fun and fluffy, and one last weekend if you want angst (with a happy ending of course)."

Description: The Hope That Keeps You: Kate Sharma loves football because her father loved a certain West London club, so she made it her job. Anthony Bridgerton loves football because his father loved a certain West London club, so he bought it—or at least some of it. They’re all supporting the same side, so there should be nothing but harmony, right? It’s not like they unnecessarily complicate everything for no reason.

One Last Weekend: On the weekend of Simon Basset’s and Daphne Bridgerton’s wedding, Anthony Bridgerton and Kathani Sharma try to finally get what they both need after years of pursuing what they thought they wanted.

Status: Both Complete Rating: E

I'd Give All I Have, Honey (If You Could Stay Like That) by @newtonsheffield

"23 year old Anthony is a himbo and causes a LOT of tears for Kate but ends perfectly."

Description: The one constant in Anthony Bridgerton's life was Kate Sharma. They'd spent their entire childhoods together, she was as part of him that could never leave him. But the time to grow up came sooner than he thought it would. And he doesn't know why the sight of men queueing outside the Sharma's townhouse makes him sick to his stomach.

Status: Complete Rating: T

LFTS rec: A Devil's Love by FormerlyIR

Someone asked me about a mafia fic recently, and my mind went straight to this masterpiece. I had to reread it and honestly - it was even better than I remembered. Crazy hot passion wrapped in the most creative, evocative prose.

Description: When Kate's sister goes missing, she gets herself a waitress job at the Pebble Lounge to track her down, working under London’s seedy underbelly to find the only person she has left in this world to love. And Anthony Bridgerton? No matter how alluring and distracting he may be, he’s just a means to an end, his life defined by his family business built on corruption. Kate won’t dance to that tune. She’s just trying to find her sister.

Status: Complete Rating: E

Thanks for your submissions! This will be a weekly thing, so keep your recs coming, and I'm open to suggestions about the format!

[omeumi]

sum: gn! reader sits in kaveh's lap as he works. (sfw, non suggestive - pure fluff.)

a/n: from the poll!! thank you to all 315 of you who voted.

content: (again = sfw, non suggestive - pure fluff.) usage of tatlım, turkish equivalent to honey / sweet (i think ? correct me as needed,) because i hate ""y/n."" ♡ usage of my love, as well (in english.)

> gold is an easy color to adore. widespread in jewelry that is sold all across Teyvat, but still most common in the flames of lover's candle lights. seen in the evening sky, streaming cozy sunlight through your linen curtains. or, Alhaitham's linen curtains, but you're not one for specifics. not always, anyway...

> "when will you be finished," you call, voice drawing on like Kaveh's meticulous, intricate planning. it's more of a statement than a question after so long.

> "not sure," he says, falling back into silence. you can hear the fine scribbling of his pencil, the foliage rustling outside. Sumeru city is awfully quiet at this time of day, the lull between bustling day and lively night. Kaveh blows a strand of hair out of his face.

"my love, would you grab a hair clip for me?"

> it makes you smile, softly, rising from the bed's duvet. his sleepy voice, asking you so sweetly. you retrieve a hair clip from the nightstand, carrying it over to him. he murmurs a thank you, holding his hand out for it in expectation. but instead, a smile still gracing your face, you clasp your freehand with his, opening up his body towards you. he looks confused, almost startled - like one of those desert foxes he loves to tell you about. all until you seat yourself in his lap, more than comfortable. with it, he blushes, eyes temporarily take off of his work.

"tatlım- what do you think you're doing?"

> "I'm fixing your hair," you muse, sweeping back his soft, blonde bangs to clip them away, as neat as you can with clumsy, sleepy hands. his eyes are clear to you now, bot obscured, sweet rose, sparkling. you almost trip over your words. "better?"

> "much." he pulls you close, flush to that flowing blouse of his, your back to his chest. if there was ever a chance of you leaving his lap before, it's slipped through your fingers by now. but you weren't hoping on that, because you're happy like this. his attention and the smell of his soaps, pressing his face into your nape. and you smell of the same soaps, too—with the fabrics you share, and the sheets, and the closeness. the way you steal his soaps in the first place—and he doesn't reprimand you for it, but smiles and tells you how sweet he finds it, soft your skin is.

> "do you mind if I work?" he whispers against you as you lean into him. you tell him yes, and, in no time, he's scribbling outlines and notes. his messy yet elegant handwriting, the curve of his wrist and that focused look on his face, highlighting the curve in that evening, golden sun.

©2023 arborio  do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

tags: ghost!gojo x f!reader, post manga, alternative au where the worst but not the worst happens, reader has a slight fear of cats, reader is an art therapist for satoru's nephew, loosley inspired by "would that I" by hozier <3 a/n: this is untitled, but if people like it, I'd love to write another piece. I've had this idea for several weeks now, so I'm glad to have written something out of it. this piece is just self-indulgent and it feels like a prologue to something if that makes sense. part 2

You don't think you've ever known peace like this, the cool fall breeze causing your hair to gently brush over your shoulders while the leaves rustle, from a distance, the wind chimes ring with no rush, no sense of time seemingly passes in the air.

"you should probably head inside Hotaru, it's cold," you sweetly tell the five-year-old in front of you, adjusting his hat so that his ears are covered from the breeze. it was nearly 6, dinnertime, and your tutoring hours with the gojo clan member were now over.

his nanny watches you from the distance as she holds the door, opening it slightly so that the boy knows his time with you is over, but you can't help but to feel thankful she has given you an extra moment with the boy.

"why don't wanna eat with us?" he asks, and the pout on his lips is nearly enough to break your heart.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," you cup his cheek, "but only your family gets to eat dinner. I have my own home to get to too, but I promise when I come back we can have that picnic I promised you, yes?"

"only if you promise to bring your teddy with mine," he sniffles, and you want to smile at his negotiation skills, but the sniffles he makes reminds you once again how sensitive the boy was to the cold.

"alright, fine," you give him a warm smile, ushering him to walk towards the door that stands several feet away. "go, your nanny is waiting for you." and he nods, a small smile planted on his lips before his lips touch your cheek, his rosy, red nose coldly touches your cheek, prompting you to smile.

"bye bye, miss honey," he says, a name he's grown fond of calling you.

"bye bye, sunshine." a name you've warmed to call the child.

the boy then hurries off to his nanny, he excitedly pulls a leaf from the inside of his sweater, and you smile, remembering how you told him it was possible to trace a leaf (just like his hand in the shape of a turkey), and with excitement, the boy disappears into the house, following his nanny.

no more than 3 minutes pass before the woman, whom you guess is in her early 50's, approaches you. her grey hairs begin to reach the tips of her ears, and the wrinkles around her eyes adjust as she smiles, carrying a mug. you wonder if you'll be lucky to have wrinkles like that one day.

"he seemed excited," she muses, sitting next to you, handing you the mug.

"thank you,''

"he says you taught him how to draw a turkey using his hand. I've never seen a boy that excited since-"

"...since?" you politley whisper, catching her pause.

"nevermind," she smiles at you. "he just reminds me of a boy I used to babysit years ago, his uncle."

"oh,"

she nods, "you're welcome to stay here for the night if you'd like. I hear it might rain,"

"it's only a 50% chance, so I think I'll be fine." you chuckle nervously, "but thank you. can I... can I stay here? just for a few more minutes?"

hotaru's nanny looks beyond the garden, a nearby tree that you would always read under with hotaru tucked to your side makes her smile weakly. "of course, she says, take your time. let me know if you'll be staying with us for the night, it's never too late if you do." and in a moment, she gracefully bids you goodbye before heading in, leaving you alone in the garden.

you sigh, taking in a sip of the warm chamomile tea she brought you. the gojo clan was always a mystery to you, but working here for nearly 5 months definitely confirmed that the gojo's were always hiding something. it was just that you weren't a curse user, just a girl with above average matrilineal intuition.

there was always something special about hotaru, you realized instantly after meeting him that he carried a certain 'aura' to him. you tried to justify if with the fact that his family concealed his exposure to the world, but when hotaru would murmur soft words as he colored, or drew a picture of a man with white hair holding his hand (both smiling), you asked him who is that?

's my uncle, the boy told you, he comes visit me when no one's around.

there. that seemed to be the missing piece all along. not the fact that hotaru's mother was too sick to see her son, or the fact that his dad was always out for meetings, it was that the boy was connected to a family member that long passed.

so you let it go, not making a big deal out of it even though your brain itched to know more. does he see him? what does he tell him? is he safe? you wondered to yourself that day, but you would later find out that yes, he does see him and yes, he is safe. the boy does as much to tell you nearly everything he knows, and for that you are grateful to have his trust.

"my uncle says I should play with other kids, instead," he tells you one day, "papa says no, but I tell (uncle) that I have you,"

"oh, and what does he say?"

"nothing," the boy answers simply.

"does he... what does he think of me?"

"he just says to do a good job around you. says coloring is fun,''

you hum, nodding in thought. for the last month, hotaru was slightly more distracted. although he was doing a tremendous job in your art sessions, as his art therapist you couldn't help but wonder if his occasional absent mindedness had anything to do with the presence of his uncle.

but tonight, everything felt different.

"I can feel you're around," you say, loud enough for the trees to hear, but quiet enough to not cause any commotion. "you've been watching us for some time, and I know it." setting your cup of tea down, you focus your gaze on the tree, as if something were there. but that didn't feel quite right. something in the energy was not quite right.

to your left, you suddenly jump from your seat as a white cat passes by your feet, and you nearly shriek, startled. you weren't exactly fond of cats, but you didn't despise them. if you could always avoid them, you would, but being around them slightly made you self-conscious as you were scratched by one when you were younger, forming a mistrust around them.

with a slight huff and nod to yourself, you call it a night, standing up and leaving behind the mug of tea. from a distance, satoru watches as you make your way past the gates of the garden and he half snickers, half watches you in interest before the white cat slowly circles him. "aw, you scared her, didn't you mochi?"

the cat meows lazily, moments before yawning and taking a seat next to satoru who watches you from the same tree he also sat in when you read to hotaru.

[forever-rogue]

Idk if your taking requests rn especially for Narcos but how about Dulzura reconnecting with her old roommate Sarah and she asked Dulzura if she’s still with Javi and she tells her about how they have five kids now.

AN | No, but just imagine the surprise! Can be read as a stand alone or part of the ‘verse! ❤️

Pairing | Javier x Fem!Reader 

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Javier, A Good Man ‘Verse

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"Hi honey," sometimes the sight that greeted you when you got home was still enough to leave you floored. Your older kids were running around, the younger two were coloring and Javi was on the couch, holding the baby in his arms as he tried to get her to sleep. You stopped for a moment, loathe to kill the moment. 

"Mama!" Diego stopped you first and ran over to you as best as he could, wrapping his arms around your legs, "you're home!"

"I'm home," you beamed at him, ruffling his dark hair affectionately as Lucia waved happily before going to join Santi and Thea. The two of them had been too wrapped up to notice that anything had changed, "hiya Javi. Doing okay, cielito?"

"Tired," but he nodded as he slowly stood up, trying his best not to wake the barely sleeping baby. She was finally out and he let out a sigh of relief, "this one has been fussy all day."

"She's your daughter after all," you leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to his cheek, trying not to wake her, “hello, my love. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you,” the relief was clear on his face. He’d been through a lot and could handle almost anything, but two days alone with five kids? That was like some sort of hellish crash course, “part of me was worried that you wouldn’t come back at all.”

“The thought did cross my mind,” you teased, “but I happen to be fairly attached to you. And our children of course.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he snorted in amusement as you playfully scoffed at him. He grinned before playfully swatted at your bum, causing you to jump slightly, “now we’re even!”

“Javier-” but before you could reprimand him, the baby started to wake up and make a few sounds of discontent. You held out your arms and motioned for him to hand her to you, which he gently did, “come here, Isabella. I think you’ve tortured your papa enough for today.”

“I wouldn’t say torture-”

“Javi, it’s okay to admit that it’s rough and not always fun,” you insisted, “it doesn’t mean we don’t love them. They’re just…a lot.”

“A lot,” he agreed as he followed you into the kitchen, “whoever decided that five kids was a good idea?”

“The same person that decided to make us very fertile,” you grinned, sitting on the bar stool as Javier went to start dinner. The other kids were still occupied and it seemed like your youngest really had just wanted you, “oh! Guess what - exciting news!”

“Oh my god,” he shut the fridge and turned around dramatically, “don’t say you’re pregnant again.”

“No,” you stated firmly before dissolving into giggles, “no. Definitely not.”

“Thank god,” but he was laughing, and so were you, “I think that might literally kill me. I’m an old man, Dulzura.”

“Whatever Javier,” you shook your head fondly as Isabella babbled away happily as though she was part of the conversation, “what I was going to say was that I ran into Sarah over the weekend!”

“Your old roommate?”

“Yes! I haven’t seen her…” you mused for a moment, “I think since we were in college. So like you know about twelve years. It was so nice to run into her…we’re going to get lunch tomorrow.”

“That’s great,” he leaned over and touched your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “I’m glad you got the chance to see her again.”

“Me too,” you grinned and before clearing your throat, “Javier? You know how very much I love you, right?”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing! I just want to make sure you know you’re the love of my life,” your voice was sweet as honey and your husband just raised his eyebrow. Yeah, he knew you better than that, “that you’re the only thing in life I want.”

“Dulzura…”

“Fine! What I said holds true though,” you offered him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up, “could you, pretty please, watch the kiddos tomorrow so I can go? I can bring Bella so you can focus on work…or I can reschedule. I should have asked first, I don’t want to force this on you.”

“Relax,” he leaned over and kissed you softly, “I want you to go and have fun, okay? You don’t have to ask, I don’t mind at all, they’re my kids too. Okay?”

“Okay,” your lips pulled into a small smile as you sighed softly, “thank you, Javi. You always know what to say. I love you.”

“I love you, Dulzura.

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It felt so strange to be out and only have one child in tow. Granted, it was your youngest and she still needed the most attention. But still…it was surprisingly tranquil - not that you didn’t love the chaos of your small brood. 

You were running slightly late, despite your best efforts, and were left breathless by the time you were at the restaurant. You were held to the back patio area and found that Sarah was already waiting for you. 

“Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late,” you offered her a sheepish smile as you set the carrier on one of the chairs; Isabella was already out for a nap. Sarah shook her head and stood up to give you a hug, “it’s so good to see you again. It’s really been way too long.”

“Seriously,” she agreed before peeking at the sleeping baby, “and who is this?”

“This is my daughter, Isabella,” you grinned as you gently stroked her rosy, chubby little cheek, “I think she’d be out already but she’s been a little fussy when it comes to sleeping lately so I’m sure she’s tired.”

“She’s adorable,” and yeah. You agreed - the two of you had made some pretty cute kids, “it’s hard to think that she could be anything but an angel.”

“Ahh,” you sat down and laughed softly, “she’s got you fooled already. She’s good at that.”

“Yeah, but how could you ever be mad at a face like that?” you sighed heavily and gave her a sheepish little shrug, "ahh, I'm guessing you don't!"

"We do not," you confirmed, "do you have any little ones yet?"

"Ahh no," she leaned back in her chair and relaxed, "not sure if I even want to. And I'm not with anyone. Dating…sucks. I'm just happy doing my own thing and whatever ends up happening will be just fine. Still - I can't believe you have a kid!"

"Oh," you were about to explain before the waiter came to take your order, and had a moment of reprieve. You knew that your life was a lot, but you still loved it, "she's my youngest actually. I, ugh, I have five kids."

She almost choked on her drink as your cheeks warmed up, "five?! You have five small humans?"

"I have five small humans," you grinned, "a girl, a boy, twins - a girl and a boy, and now this little lady. Lucia, Diego, Thea, Santi, and Bella."

"Holy shit," she was incredulous, "three girls and two boys! Wait - you have to have another now - even it up, ya know?"

"You're the worst," you laughed, "its okay, Javi makes it three boys, he's basically a big kid."

"Javi," she looked at you with wide eyes, "Javi. As in hot professor Peña!? You’re still together?"

"That Javi," you nodded happily, "we're married. We actually had our tenth wedding anniversary a few months ago."

"Oh my god," she reached over and squeezed your hand, "that's so romantic. I always wondered if the two of you stayed together, but this is…wow. Ten years and five kids, and you're still in love? It's disgusting."

"It's the worst," the two of you shared a small laugh, "but yeah, it's just been. It's been a lot, you know? But I wouldn't change a thing."

"It's the stuff like that that makes me believe in things like happily ever after," a wistful sigh escaped her lips. You agreed.

"Enough about me," you waved your hand, "tell me everything - it's been a long time!"

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It was later than you had intended by the time you'd gotten home, and despite the fun afternoon, you were glad to be back with your family. 

Javier came out to greet you as soon as he heard your car. He was dressed down but still handsome as ever; as soon as you opened the car door he was at your side and pulling you into his arms. 

"Javier-"

"Dulzura," he took your face in his hands and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. You practically melted into his touch, still growing shy and trying to hide your face in his chest, "silly girl. How was your afternoon?"

"It was good," you reached up and brushed a few of his rogue curls out of his face, "would have been even better with you there."

"I always feel the same," he brushed his knuckles across your cheek, "how was Bella?"

"A dream," you peeked into the backseat and found her fast asleep in the car seat, "little miss was on her best behavior. How were the others?"

"Good," he promised and you relaxed ever so slightly. It wasn't that you didn't trust Javi…the kids were just a lot, "took them and the dogs to the park and they were good so they got ice cream on the way home."

"Aww, that's wonderful," you kissed his cheek, "so either they have a ton of energy or they've crashed…"

"Nap time all around," he winked, "let's get this one inside and then take advantage of the quiet."

"You read my mind," you gave him a high five as he gingerly took the baby out of the car seat.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were currently sitting on the counter, helping Javi with dinner. Not so much helping as sipping on some wine and keeping him company. He stopped what he was doing every once in a while and gave a kiss, just like he always did. Even after all these years it still made your heart so happy.

“Sarah said something funny today,” you smiled at him over the top of your wine glass and saw him stop chopping for a moment, “after I told her we’re married and have a bunch of kids.”

“Oh?” he knew you were up to something from the little smirk on your face, “dime, trouble.”

“She said we gotta have another kid and make sure it’s a boy,” you tried to keep your face as neutral as possible as Javier turned to look at you with a look of shock and badly disguised panic on his face, “you know, since we have the three girls and two boys.”

“Dulzura…”

“Relax,” you grinned at him softly, “I am not pregnant and I told her that I’ve got you. You’re like a big kid.”

He let out a slow exhale before pretending to throw you a mock glare, “excuse me - last time I checked I am the most mature out of all of us.”

“Whatever you say, cielito,” you slid off the counter and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as your rested your cheek on his shoulder, “I love you regardless.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in content as he gave your hand a squeeze, “I love you.”

“I invited Sarah over for dinner next weekend,” you untangled yourself away from him and gently nudged him to the side with your hip, taking over the chopping duties, “it’s supposed to be nice weather. I was thinking we could have a barbecue. Maybe invite Steve and Connie and some of our other friends. It’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to get together with everyone.”

“That sounds great,” he agreed, “I also had an idea too.”

“Look at us go,” you high-fived each other, “what’s your idea, Javi?”

“I was thinking, now that the kids are a little older, it might be nice to go on a little trip,” you stopped what you were doing and you turned to him, “it doesn’t have to be anything huge. We could just kind of try it out as well. Maybe we could go camping for the weekend or something.”

“Oh Javi,” if your hands weren’t currently covered in different juices you would have grabbed him then and there, “that’s a lovely idea. Crazy, but lovely. Are you sure?”

“We’re going to have to take them all out together at some point, so we might as well get in some practice,” he explained, “and I do happen to love all of them and like spending time with them…so.”

“So…” the smile  on your face was enough to let Javi know that it was a worthwhile idea. But your face quickly fell and turned into a frown, “wait - Javier. You don’t like camping.”

“We’ve gone camping before-”

“I forced you,” a little pout form on your lips and Javi couldn’t stop himself from kissing it away. When he pulled back you shook your head, “you didn’t want to go at first.”

“I ended up having a lot of fun,” he promised, “anything with you, or our kids, is worthwhile.”

“Javi…”

“Dulzura,” he put his hands on your shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze, “I want to do this. I wouldn’t suggest it if I really didn’t want to.”

“Okay,” you nodded softly as pressed kisses all over your face.

“If you don’t want to go camping, we could also try something else,” he reassured you, “maybe not Disney World just yet, but we’ll work our way up there, yeah?”

“Yeah-”

“Can we go to the zoo?” Santi was holding onto his blanket as he padded into the kitchen, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “I wanna see the animals.”

“Come here, mijo,” Javi crouched down and held out his arms, wrapping the boy up in a warm hug before settling him on his hip, “you want to go to the zoo, huh? What about camping?”

"Both," he put a chubby little hand on Javier's cheek and gave him a serious little look, "what's camping, daddy?"

You couldn't help but laugh at your son; he was so much like you. Always ready for an adventure even when you weren't positive as to what was going on.

"Camping is when we go to the woods and sleep in tents and spend a few days away from home in nature," Javier explained and Santi was clearly trying to put everything together, "we could swim, fish, and sleep under the stars."

"Oh," his little eyes lit up with excitement, "can Stevie and Charlie come too?"

"They sure can," five kids and two dogs? Pure chaos. 

"Okay," he nodded seriously, "we go campin'. But can we go to the zoo first?"

"Of course," Javier was never one to say no to his children, "how about we go tomorrow?"

"Yay!" He cheered happily, kicking his legs to be let down. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he started running towards the stars, "I gotta tell them!"

"Well then," you turned towards your husband, "it sounds like we've got some busy weekends coming up."

"Think we'll survive?" he teased as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Only one way to find out," you reached for your glass and took a long sip, "we have to do what we always do - dive in headfirst."

"We're pretty good at that."

"Yeah, we are," you agreed softly, "I love you, Javi."

"I love you, Dulzura,” he whispered in between kisses, “you and our bunch of chaos.”

[it-happened-one-fic]

Play the Fool - Dottore (Part 2)

Author's Notes: And so the fic continues to progress far beyond what was planned. At this point I really don't know how many parts this fic will end up having, at least 4.... I do hope everyone can keep enjoying it though. Just like the previous part I listened to "Black Sea" by Natasha Blume while writing this. Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Mer-Dottore/ Merman AU/ gender-neutral reader/ I'm not gonna label this as fluff since that doesn't feel quite right, but know that it's NOT angst, yandere, or anything like that

Word Count: 1775

Trigger Warning: Discussion of past crimes including murder (Dottore), Fatui are generally shady

{Part 1}, {Part 2: You're Here!}, {Part 3}, {Part 4}, {Part 5}

EDIT: Entire series now available on AO3! (link deleted due to glitches)

Out. Out. Out. The word had rung through my mind in the most unforgiving fashion as Dottore’s red-eyed stare had held my own gaze.

A frown had creased my brows as I’d looked down at him, “Out. You want to get out of this tank or out of this building?”

“Both.” He’d been utterly confident that he could succeed. I could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. And that was what had told me something very simple, and that had determined the actions that had led me to this present moment. Musing about my very first interaction with the merman that currently swam through the tank.

“You have a plan,” I’d paused before continuing, crossing my arms in a small show of refusal to be totally overwhelmed by him. “One that involves me.” 

When I’d finished, a purely villainous smile had curved across his face. He’d known his plan would work, which meant he’d known even then that I would agree to take part in it.

That thought was enough to have me frowning yet again in the present. Especially when I recalled the shudder-inducing reply that had rolled off his tongue like the richest of honeys, “Precisely.”

If I’d ever doubted that Dottore was a dangerous man, I certainly didn’t now. Despite all my caution, I’d done exactly what he wanted, and he’d prepared for exactly that. Pointing out that it was a matter of time before the Fatui’s scientists came back to finish the job and kill him off. And where would that leave me?

Jobless, untrained, and knowing far too much about the Fatui’s inner workings to simply be released.

It was either help Dottore or wait until he and I both got killed. One path led to certain doom, and the other could be just as deadly if I didn’t watch my steps very carefully. Dottore was risky, but despite how much I hated it, he was my only chance just as much as I was his.

And so I waited for him to hatch his plot.

It was a simple plan, and I had a simple part to play. But everything hinged on Fatui being foolhardy enough to not catch on to what Dottore was doing.

But thus far, no one had noticed the merman carefully growing algae under the guise of conducting underwater experiments. But I watched. 

Watched as that sickly green slowly began to spread across the tank’s walls with unimpeded growth despite all of the scientists’ best efforts to engineer something to remove it.

It was almost impressive that Dottore was willing to create something that could so destroy his environment and potentially kill him if all didn’t go well, all in the name of getting ‘out.’

I stood as the head scientist, one of the ones who’d originally betrayed the finned harbinger, approached. A deep frown was on the man’s face as he eyed the now disgusting tank that was filled with brackish water and one scheming merman who was already growing sick from his environment.

“Sir, I’m going to have to physically clean the tank or he will die,” I bowed as I spoke. Keeping up the pretense that I knew the exact same amount of information as I’d been giving the day I’d been hired. 

Nothing.

Cold eyes darted to where I stood as the man seemed to register my presence for the first time. But the scientists never had noticed me unless I was intervening to keep another drowning from happening. And I hadn’t done that in quite some time. Not since I'd accepted the deal offered by the finned demon behind me.

“That would require removing him and draining the entire tank, and that is very risky,” There was a sneer to his words as he looked down his nose at me. Obviously not even considering my words, despite the fact he had no other options.

“At this point, it is our only option. Otherwise, we will simply have to leave him be and let Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa’s pet perish without even trying to save him or whatever it is that he may have to offer to the Fatui.” 

It was a leap of faith, but I’d long pondered why they’d kept Dottore around for so long. If they just wanted him dead, they could have killed him long before I’d been hired. The only excuse was if he had or knew something they needed, and that would also explain why so many scientists had so foolishly placed themselves at risk of drowning.

Maybe, just maybe, the merman held the key to something that these scientists and the Fatui as a whole needed.

Incensed by my assertion, the man’s nostrils flared. He was fixing to snap at me. I could see that from a mile away and braced myself for his tempestuous rage. But he didn’t get to say or do anything since someone else joined the conversation.

“Indeed, that wouldn’t do. What would you recommend, caretaker?” Faux politeness dripped from the ninth harbinger’s voice. 

This was the man who hired me in the first place. Regrator was his codename, but he was also called Pantalone. I hadn’t seen him since he’d brought me in and left me here after informing the group of scientists that I would be taking care of Dottore in their stead. To see him now was… Concerning. 

The first time I’d spoken without having been addressed and had asserted a view all my own, a harbinger had appeared. It added new weight to Dottore’s assertion that I would be killed the very moment that I wasn’t of any use. 

“If it pleases you, the tank can be drained so that I can clean it. During that time, a smaller tank that can be moved with more ease could be used to hold the merman.” I spoke carefully, clearly enough to be heard but not so loud that I’d seem outspoken. I needed to appear humble and unassuming if this plot would ever succeed.

“Why a tank that can be moved with ease?” The head scientist jumped on my words in a second, and I fought the urge to cast a glance back towards the mastermind, who’d left the difficult matter of convincing everyone entirely up to me.

“It is my understanding that all of the smaller tanks have easily removable lids…. I fear that having him in such a tank in the same area with so many people nearby could prove disastrous,” I lowered my head, making myself appear unsure even as I attempted to convince them of the plot without giving away anything.

“You fear he will kill some of the staff here?” Pantalone spoke up once more, clarifying my statement with a musing tone, and I looked up to see him gazing at me with a me thoughtful expression.

“Yes, my lord. I fear such a thing could occur should he be given the opportunity.” He nodded at my quiet confirmation, and I prayed he’d buy it. 

It was an airtight excuse, though. Dottore did not have the best record of sparing individuals who left themselves open to attack. In fact, so far as I knew, I was the only person who’d put themselves in such a risky position without ending up dead or being saved by me.

“A valid concern. Very well. We will proceed with the draining, and you will clean tonight, when there are fewer people here to lessen the risk. We will also put him in a smaller tank that you can wheel outside this room.” 

I could hardly believe my ears as Pantalone gave his orders. I couldn’t have asked for a better situation for a daring prison break if I’d been picking and choosing as I liked.

In fact, it almost seemed too good. But I couldn’t afford to be picky, not when I was dealing with the situation I was handling at the moment.

So I would play the fool once more and go along with yet another harbinger’s scheme, even though I knew of the potential risks. 

The head scientist himself seemed less than pleased with Pantalone’s words, but he didn’t protest as the harbinger strolled out. Leaving people to begin scurrying about to move the much-feared merman into a far smaller tank that was strangely ready for everything that was occurring. Almost like it had already been prepared.

I looked into the tank to see Dottore swimming about, his tail flicking in a sluggish manner that showed exactly how much his algae was already affecting him. 

He paused only briefly to look towards me before turning to swirl around in another area of brackish water as machinery descended from above to catch him in the net that would move him.

A hand landed on my shoulder, and I was roughly turned to face the head scientist, who was looking down at me with glaring eyes, “If something goes wrong, it will be on your head. And not even a harbinger can protect you if you displease the Tsaritsa.”

With only those words, a poorly concealed threat, he shoved me away from him and towards the tank that Dottore had just been dropped into. Almost like he was hoping the merman would drag me into the water and kill me for him.

A spray of water was sent into the air as water splashed out of the far smaller tank, and Dottore turned to press himself against the glass. Something akin to a hiss leaving his mouth as he looked towards the head scientist.

It was almost satisfying to see the man back away at the sound that came from the merman behind me. Dottore was certainly doing a good job of keeping up his act as a wild merman who could not be trusted and would kill the scientists the instant he was given the chance to. 

No one drew any closer as ever more machinery placed the lid on Dottore’s new, smaller tank and clicked the locks down in place.

People parted around Dottore’s tank, giving both me and the merman a wide berth as I pushed him out of the room to wait.

As soon as we were alone, my fingers tapped lightly on the thick glass, and his hand pressed against where I’d touched. “I’ll be back in a bit after I finish cleaning that tank of yours,” My voice was low as I spoke, and I briefly glanced down to see him looking at me. 

He didn’t nod his head, nor did his facial expression change. Instead, all he did was pull his hand away from where my fingers rested, in silent agreement.

[havvkinsqueen]

*/ 2/? Edits of Chrissy Cunningham

[havvkinsqueen]

@vitaegratis​

they just finished decorating the christmas tree🎄

[whitesferrari]

hello! aqui é townes, atendo pelos pronomes ela/dela, +21 e estou buscando partners para jogar no discord. vou deixar aqui meu guide e meus bunnies gerais para quem se interessar.

porém, abaixo do read more você encontra os plots que eu mais gostaria de desenvolver (não me limito a eles, aceito modificar e outras ideias também). se tiver interesse, deixa uma curtida que eu te chamo. xoxo

plot 1:

someone give me a plot where muse a happens to be someone famous (actor, athlete, etc) who has a bad reputation. enters muse b who is a pr manager, who got hired to deal with them. the two gets off on the wrong foot, but thing is they're stuck with each other until muse b's contract end.

they're forced to be around one another and even have to share the same room in the hotel as they travel. one thing leads to the other and they begin developing feelings for one another. muse a then finds out some horrible life changing news and cuts all ties with muse b, even getting them fired. however, one night muse a gets drunk and calls muse b telling them how much they miss them.

credits: angelsdvsts

plot 2:

muse a and muse b used to be in together and wildly in love. but muse a often got a little out of control ( turn another slow dance into a mosh pit ) and they would fight. eventually muse b called it quit and muse a swore to move on but they could never do it ( i'm rememberin' i promised to forget you now ).

one night they drank too much, fought the wrong person ( i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown ) and got arrested. muse a gave muse b number's as their emergency phone ( honey, it rang and rang ) call but muse b hang up. muse a spent the night in the drunk tank only getting out in the morning and muse b was there, waiting for them, despite saying they never wanted to see muse a ever again. ( i dial drunk, i'll die a drunk, i'd die for you )

credits: tatisources

plot 3:

a free-spirited girl decides she’s going to take a vacation in a local beach town and just be someone else. she uses a different name, tells a few white lies, and becomes the person she really wants to be. she’s living a new simple life. a guy happens to visit the town, they meet, they fall in love, and it’s real. aside from the fact she’s lying about who she is. he’s extending his vacation and telling her he wants to turn this into a relationship. but his work hits a snafu and requests he comes back home, so they promise to stay in touch. but when he comes back, she’s gone. until he runs into her one day, and is really confused why people are calling her by a different name.

credits: literarybaby

plot 4:

i need a toxic mxm relationship plot where our two ocs are in a rock/metal band together. maybe it's even a second chance at love situation where one of them leaves the group after a messy break up ( maybe there was constant enablement when it came to destructive behavior, etc) & potentially starts a solo career or joins another band. since they're in the same industry, they would constantly see each other & have no choice but to put up with one another. after a while they can't help it & fall back into their old ways - but now they're managing band activities & also their on & off relationship.

* podemos adaptar para f/f ou m/f e não precisa ser necessariamente algo tóxico, apenas conturbado. pode ser uma banda de outro estilo musical também.

credits: cavitybloom

plot 5:

— ❝ hear me out...a one-night turns into forever romance. what if 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 and 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 are not friends, not even acquaintances — just two people who met at a mutual friend's party, had a one-night stand and went about their lives accordingly. never to speak or interact again. at least that's what they thought. about two months after their night together, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 learns that they are pregnant and reaches out to 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛. some back and forth later, they agree to raise their child together but as more than co-parents, wanting to try to give their soon-to-be family a chance.

credits: ncpe

plot 6:

— ❝ hear me out...a contract romance. what if 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 and 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛are celebrities. 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 has a not-so-good image but it keeps them popular and 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 has an amazing image but their fame is dwindling. the two either aren't the closest (no beef) or despise each other. after a bad outburst, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 finds themself in dire need of cleaning up their image. to help themself, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 approaches 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛with a proposition: pretend to be in a relationship for six months. this helps 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚 revamp themselves while 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛 is able to boost their status. the two come up with and sign a contract, and their fake relationship begins. however, when the six months are up, both muses realize they aren't quite ready to let each other go and decide to "extend their contract".

credits: ncpe

plot 7

cruel summer — após o término de um namoro , muse a é apoiado a superar todas suas mágoas com muse b , com qual mantém uma amizade de anos . entretanto o que se inicia com idas em boates e criação de perfis no tinder , termina com beijos e amassos no banco de traz de um carro . muse a sempre foi alguém romântico , o tipo de pessoa que sentia tudo profundamente , mas muse b era o seu completo oposto , saindo com pessoas diferentes a cada semana , sem uma visão definida de relacionamento .

mesmo assim , houve um acordo explicito : ninguém iria se apegar ao que tinham , eles não eram nada a mais que uma curtição , pois logo poderia acabar . mas era possível resistir aos encantos de muse b ? não para muse a . a cada dia que se passava , sentia que estava se afundando mais em um buraco de não poderia sair tão cedo e o combinado que outrora haviam feito , estava se perdendo em meio aos momentos que viviam.

credits: fruitaes

plot 8:

i just moved next door and it turns out my neighbor is my old high school boyfriend who got me pregnant and i forgot to tell him about that...

credits: harlennqzel

plot 9:

accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au

credits: cuddleslutloki

plot 10:

y’all, someone give me a road plot! basically college kids or 20 somethings on a big trip on their own and EVERYTHING goes wrong. they get robbed, they get to the wrong destination, their ride gets towed, the have to hitch hike, they get super fucking high, and i need ALL the summer romance pls and thank you.

credits: accordingtokris

[anemcia]

𝐑𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🌊✨

//Listing these in no particular order, but I will be ranking them from 1-10 on how much I'd want to get a thread going. Some I've had cooking for ages, others I'm simply spit-balling. Regardless, I'd love to collaborate and improve upon them where we can make it equally enjoyable. Without further delay, I present my brainworms.

🌊✨ Bad Ending Cyto (AU name pending) 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

I love the idea that he's been so scorned by humanity, so bitter and resentful, that he decides their fates are no longer theirs to control. He embraces a newfound resolve as someone who can reform Earth's society, taking the proverbial reins of by force. He soon trains with purpose; preparing to eliminate all who would pose a threat to his ideals until every target of comparable power are all eliminated. With the Z fighters and allies out of the picture, his vision would begin to manifest with great success. Earth's leaders give up their positions without a fight, appointing Cyto as the planet's one and only King. A crown, and lengthy robes, he certainly looks the part.

While he would see the growth of resistance forces rise, there were legions of humans who had sworn their utmost loyalty, believing in his message for change in a world that was suffering so much without him. To protect everything he cares for, Cyto fights to maintain a new order that prevents further damage to the Earth and his citizens. His armies and supporters grow significantly as he makes his voice known to the world, promising to make a difference that no one else could provide. Anyone who denies his message or attempts to dismantle his position will be killed, invading territories and seizing power without the usage of his own energy. His vision is slowly but surely corrupting, potentially leading to disaster if he's pushed too far.

Maybe someone closer to him sees what's happened over the years? Do they join his conquest, or attempt to convince him that his path is war-torn and bloody? Become his queen? Make it romantic? It sounds dramatic, fun, and vivid. I want a piece of that pie, but would LOVE to collab the idea a bit further for a clearer look at the AU.

🌊✨ Fire Emblem AU / Pokémon AU 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Feel it in my bones to dabble into other fandoms without leaving this blog. I'm really into these games and to branch out and build lore for any of my muses in their respective AU's would be very fun in theory, but I think testing would be needed to make this work. Ideally with someone who's already familiar with these series (especially FE) but it's just a thought.

🌊✨ Amnesiac Cell threads (Just... More Cell usage in general) 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

I'll just be outright and say YEAH I do need to play with my bug husband more, but part of the reason I reset the blog was to get a chance for people to essentially talk to a Cell that doesn't have the slightest clue who you are to him, why he should care / be worried, and kinda pick at his strange brain while he's vulnerable to all who speak with him. Honeydew's presence is sometimes necessary as to not just let anyone blow him up in one go, but having 1v1 convos is the way to go. In fairness, even in normal threads, my Cell will probably never be the same memory wise, but it's just even more fun to mess with him when he's PEAK struggling with his identity and repressed fears.

🌊✨ ANY VIOLENT THREAD 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Not that I'm begging or anything, but uhh... I think it would be really cool if some of ya were to torture any of my muses. Honey in particular, I'm always down for her to fight through shit and get shit on physically and mentally. She deserves it on the basis that she's built to take these punishments a LOT better now compared to a few years ago, and maybe I also want a little bit of toxic shippin' on the side. Make her vulnerable! Break her! Let her bite a few fingers off! Get some bloody smooches in. Don't care man, let me have this I'm an awful human.

🌊✨ Adventure / Mystery / Hurt + Comfort / Shipping threads 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Honestly? Any of these are my jams. Give us something to discover on an adventure! Solve a mystery that might be affecting one or both of our characters with dire stakes. Let us have our characters grieve together for whatever might be affecting them. And, of course, my mushy gushy favorite of softer romance between our muses. Gentle touches, kisses, whispers and holding each other got me on the edge of my seat a lot of the times.

🌊✨ Any AU's that we plot together 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

I've talked a lot about collabing here, but lets get down to the bigger stuff. You, me, and the world we craft TOGETHER to make something truly special. Not just something I've put together on my own and inviting you, I want just as much ideas from ya'll too! I want to make it unique to us in the sense that there isn't anything like it with anyone else. You're just as excited as I am about it, something we can be proud of. I'll admit that this makes me nervous (as I'm terrible and take the steering wheel A LOT) but... Know that I just want to make something special together. Maybe it's a lot to ask, maybe it isn't, but I want to make our AU fun and exciting. Any genre, any setting, doesn't matter. Bonus points for shipping, but that's me being selfish.

[bruinescence]

@apalestar cont.

He was oft used to busying himself through the night, even back in the grove where so many druids came from so many different backgrounds and sects of life. While Nettie and Roth slumbered, he'd be up flipping through the many tomes kept under lock and key within the depths of their root cellar of an archive. So much ancient knowledge laid within to the point where even his predecessor had admitted to him once that he had only perused about halfway through the whole collection in his 500 or so years of picking through the place since he'd been newly apprenticed. An Archdruid's work was never done, after all...and though he doth protested whenever either of his advisors would wake periodically to bring him fresh cups of herbal tea with swirls of honey mixed in, it was the small gesture of acknowledgement to his tireless pursuit in finding a way to Thaniel that warmed him more than the tea ever could.

Now that there was no need to study over the pleasures of doing so, he'd found himself more... inventive ways to spend bouts between meditation. Whittling seemed a good source of concentration that cornered the night long before it had a chance to begin. Finding other restless company that, mayhaps enjoy an evening tangled in conversation (or each other) also had it's appeals. Though he found himself wondering if there was more to a conversation with a vampire than a fireside chat.

With the hint of the unsweetened blood still stinging in his nose, Halsin gave the invitation along with the fire a quick once over before taking a small log from a stack nearby and headed over. Once he'd found a seat on a log nearby, he tipped his head with a smile at his company before leaning over to deposit the wooden offering among the burning others, and - in bothered by the spray of sparks that spat up like scattered dandelion seeds, he leaned back to watch them float about before the nights chill dulled their escapades.

"That you did." He indulged the other's musings briefly, a soft chuckle to accompany the fair shake of his head. "Or perhaps the druid came of his own violation due to a curiosity of finding any leftovers from our past meal. You know what they say of the company you invite by leaving food out while camping." Anyone who had just met him or only knew to attribute his being to the waning title of Archdruid might have taken his words as some sage wisdom...mysterious as it was unprompted. Those who knew him better would tell he was joking in his auspicious way- bears (and in the same breath himself) being the punchline of the airy humor.

"Given the honey, I suppose my instincts proved correct. Though I'm still working at if you're the type of bee to share or sting~" Not that he'd met any of the former, of course.

[havvkinsqueen]

gvdbrasil​:

[mielmoto]

@drolliic sent: 📰 + Kazuha! :0

Send “📰” And my muse will answer these questions about your muse!

What is their name?:

"Kazuha! Kaedehara Kazuha, that is— if you want to be fancy-like. Zuzu on occasion, in my heart, (but I'd have to run that by him first so don't quote me on it)."

Relationship with them? / What do you view them as? (family,friend,other):

"We're friends, obviously! I mean, we haven't had the chance to spend tons of time together, and there's still a lot to learn on either end, but I think we hit it off well enough to land firmly in the 'friend' category— at least on my end. He's an Excellent travel companion." She speaks with easy certainty and a bright expression, before reaching to spin a lock of hair around her finger and hum a bit, "I hope he'd think the same of me, but it's not the end of the world if he, like, would err on the 'acquaintance' side! I know it takes more time for some folks."

Do you feel attracted to them in any way?:

"Oh I'm in love with him." Honey says it point-blank, without blinking, before waving off the 'confession' with one hand and laughing. "But I fall in love with someone, like, twice a day, so, take it with a grain of salt— seriously, though: Kaedehara-san is, like, something out of a storybook. He has the most soothing voice, like, ever, which he uses to spin poetry out of thin air; he's a super-graceful master swordsman; and, of course: he's beautiful. I can hardly believe anyone wouldn't feel drawn to him in some way– myself included."

What’s one thing you’d like to do with them?:

"The nice answer would be something like... I don't know, just going to the beach and walking the coast, collecting little shells and stuff together...

but more than that: the 'not so nice' answer is to go drinking. I understand he doesn't have much of a tolerance, and doesn't go in for it much, but, like... I bet he's ADORABLE when tipsy. I BELIEVE it. And I feel like it's something I have to witness in my life."

Tell us one memory you have with them.:

"Hmm... well, since we haven't had the chance to make a lot of memories together, can I cheat and share a memory I have of him? sort of?

It's a bit of a stretch, but... I remember, on one of the times my dad took me with him to Narukami Island we ran into an old man who was tending a couple bonsai– and dad, aspiring green thumb that he always was, couldn't help striking up a conversation with him, going and on about the shape and yada yada yada...

I wasn't the best at listening, then. but I did think the trees were pretty; enough to try to reach out and touch the fluffy-looking leaves, only to be caught just before I could ruin anything by my long-suffering dad. he scolded me a little, and apologized, but the old man just laughed a bit and waved him off. said something about 'having a grandson about her age' and that 'he was a curious one, too,' before showing me how to use the trimmers and snip a few leaves...

I don't remember his given name, but I remember my dad calling him 'Kaedehara-san,' too."

Anything you’d like to ask them or state to them? If so, say it now, please!:

"Nothing special. Just that he'd better stay safe out there with all that wandering, and I hope he has some pretty verses and nice stories to share when he stops by for a visit– when, mind you. not 'if'!"