#o especially love yellows outfit

[200markies]

Heyyy!! I love your work <3 Can you write a 'Mark is the type of boyfriend to...' and/or something about: idol!mark and reader as a regular person (full time job+college student) maybe with a little bit o angst since they are so different from each other etc?

　　　　mark ♡ is the type of boyfriend to ... ⁺

mark soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

requested by anon !

author's notes: i did NOT expect all of you guys to like the jeno headcanons so much to the point that an anon requested a mark ver which convinced me enough to make another one for the week 😭 y'all do indeed enjoy the headcanon series. anyway, to the anon who is reading this, i have to be honest with you but i genuinely enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this. PLEASE. this took me hours to write and i don't expect JUST the anon to like this but all of you too! i can't even say "i hope you enjoy" in the author's notes now that i'm expecting a thousand notifications on my activity tab in this platform.... 🤓

p.s. let us all thank mark lee for making the most boyfriend material instagram that could ever exist.... without r_e__m___ this headcanon wouldn't be BORN!

reminding all of u guys that my ask inbox is open so don't hesitate to drop a request or an ask !!!

mark is the type of boyfriend to write you poems whenever feels like it, or whenever it's a special occasion that's all about you. whether it be your birthday or your anniversary together, mark tries his absolute best to find all the words and combine it to make a poem that will surely make you happy. he wants to make you feel loved and safe with him, especially since he's your boyfriend.

"hey, beautiful, i left something on your desk," mark walks to you in the living room, sitting beside you while you work a deadline. you turn to him and chuckled, looking at your room which had a yellow folded note. you knew immediately that mark wrote a poem, and you can't wait to read it. you stand up to get the note on your desk, unfolding it to see an entire script of a poem which was all about how sweet your personality is. you walk back to mark, reading it while he lies his head on your shoulder to read a bit of what he wrote. "'you're so sweet that i can't stop coming back to you as if you're like candy, i take it, i'm the luckiest man in the world because of you, my fancy.'" you read the 3rd line in the 4th stanza, giving mark a little peck after you read it.

mark is the type of boyfriend to definitely rehearse being a husband to you. even though you two may not be ready yet or you can't bring yourselves to commit, he loves to do things a loyal husband would do. would you complain? no, because you loved it when mark would act that way. it's quite silly of him to do that, but trust me, you will need it when the both of you are married.

"good evening, future wifey," mark leans on your doorway while you're putting accessories to your outfit, looking at him once you heard his voice. tonight, mark is taking you out on a date, as part of his "husband rehearsals". he notices you're wearing the yves saint laurent dress mark gave you on your first anniversary, which made him smile and giggle. "looks like you're wearing your favorite dress on our date today, hm?" you nodded, giggling softly. "you truly love rehearsing your husband duties, it's silly." you say, walking to him as you put on your fur coat and kissed him on the lips. "it's not silly when you're gonna need more of me acting like this when we get married."

mark is the type of person who tends to stay with you almost every hour of the day. even when you don't need him, he's gonna be beside you until sunset, he can work with you, or he can cuddle, or he can comfort you while you work. (that's for later) he wants to keep you close to him no matter what, so that he could take care or help you whenever something happens. it's his obligation, and he's happy to take it.

"what... are you doing?" you look up at mark who's massaging your legs, confused and a little startled at the sensations he's giving you. he's right in front of you, trying his best to probably keep you soothed and comfortable while he has nothing to do for the day. you couldn't even make him leave because, you can admit, you loved this. "i know how tired you are after the gala you had with your friends, and i'm trying to soothe you so that you won't feel any more pain walking later. i know you love it, baby." he continues massaging you while you're working, making you giggle as you stared at him. "well, matter of fact... your massages are doing great work."

©️ 200markies / jyanihaes, 2024

[mncxbe]

Hiiii i hope you have a great day! I love your blog 🥰 been living my best y/n days lately hahaha

If you don't mind, may i request for chuuya with reader who is a photographer. One day the reader scouted him on the street, not knowing about him at all, just mesmerized by his appearance. So I'm wondering about how Chuuya would be someone's muse. Definitely got inspired by your chuuya x painter!reader one haha.

Thank you so much ^^

Ps: can be sfw or nswf up to your imagination; please feel free to ignore this request if you don't feel like doing it^^

omg anonnie this!!! chuuya's got such model vibes I cannot even he could make it to the high fashion. also tysm I'm so happy I can make your Y/N dreams come true♡♡

it's a normal thursday afternoon and chuuya's walking down the streets of Yokohama, idly scrolling on his phone when you randomly stop him and ask if he's interested in having a few pictures taken. at first, he's a bit confused and suspicious but after you tell him you're a photographer and really love his style, he agrees. after all, a few pictures can't hurt.

the two of you walk to a neraby park. getting everything in place; you tell him how to pose and all and soon enough you manage to take a few good shots.

when you show him the photos chuuya's quite taken aback. he didn't expect them to turn this good: his scarlet hair paired perfectly with the yellowing autumn leaves in the background and the warm sunlight~ engulfing him in a veil of gold. it is mesmerizing. he simply stares at the little screen of your camera, mouth agape and you can't help but chuckle.

"there's just something about you, a certain energy you give off. i'd love to work with you more, if you're interested" you propose, giving him that sweet smile of yours.

and of course he's interested. how could he say no when he has the chance to work with someone so talented?

over the next months chuuya visits your studio from time to time. due to his busy schedule, your photoshoots are quite rare but still the highlight of your week. you both enjoy working together; you are calm and collected, don't pry too much into his personal life and he's receptive, always eager to try any new ideas you might have, your perfect muse.

and oh, how many ideas you have. for those blissful couple of hours in your studio chuuya can forget about his life and become something else; a black and white 90s supermodel, a pop of colour on a white background, an angel in the garden of Eden, whatever you want him to be. with each outfit you make him try on he turns into something else, something of your making and he loves that.

despite your constant pleas he refuses to let you use his picture for exhibitions or contests; after all, his identity needs to be kept secret. so instead you hang them around your studio~ little 3:2 pictures adorning your walls, lined up like celluloid scenes in an old picture movie.

with each evening you spend together chuuya finds himself falling more and more in love with you. it's not only the way you walk around the studio with your camera hanging around hour neck, gently biting down on your lower lip as you try to find the perfect angle for a shoot or how you always offer him a glass of his favourite wine when he comes over; you're his own form of escapism. you're funny and sweet and creative and see him for everything that he is and could be, not as a mere criminal working for the Port Mafia. he can talk to you for hours without getting bored too, which is something new.

things progress and one evening, after an especially tiring day at work and a few glasses of wine, chuuya finds himself entangled with you on the plush couch in your studio; worshipping every inch of your body just like you do with his on camera. it's heated and messy and he loves it so much he just can't get enough. and neither can you.

from then on, you two meet for reasons unrelated to work too; he drops by to bring you little gifts or flowers as a sign of gratitude, takes you out to dinner, visits art galleries with you and takes you on weekend get-aways. and so your muse becomes your friend and your lover. your one and only.

[yoursweetestnightmarelover]

The Dance

“Have you heard? They're having a big party, apparently it's to celebrate a new year or something like that” J asked “Yea Lizzy even invited me” V responded, “Are you going to go?” J asked “Yea I am even Tessa and N are going are you not?” V said. “No, I have work” J said, “work?” V asked with doubt, “Yes work, are your audio receptors having problems?” J asked sarcastically, V rolled her eyes, then V smirked to herself coming up with an idea. “You know If your 'work' clears up I hear a certain someone doesn't have anyone to accompany her~” V said a mischievous grin on her face, J glared at her knowing exactly who V was talking about. “Aww come on, I'm just pulling your leg” V said, her grin growing to be Cheshire like “Ugh hate when you do that” J said pushing V away, a bell flashing on her visor. “Oh all ready well I'm going out to have fun see ya~” V said before flying off J sitting on some scrap annoyed.

Uzi, sitting in her room tinkering with various machines, Uzi hearing a knock on the door “Come In” Uzi said the room being illuminated by the pale light coming from the hallway Khan coming in saying ”You know the new year's celebration is going to be starting here soon have you picked out an outfit yet?” Uzi pointing to her bed the black dress she wore on prom set there neatly,” Uzi you don't have to go if you don't want to, Khan said ”I do it's just…” khan cutting in saying you're nervous?” ”What me nervous, I've dealt with way worse, I'm not nervous at all.” Uzi said ”well if you say so” khan said in a sad tone, knowing that she was lying or not telling him the full picture. It wasn't a lie, just she wasn't nervous. It's just a reminder that she well by herself of course she has N and V But that not what she means well N loves her as a sister and V well… Her processor quickly flashed the image of J a blush appearing on her visor. She was the LAST drone she would ask but maybe-Uzi cutting herself off, NOPE she would just suck it up and go by herself… just then she heard the doorbell ring.

Was she really doing this, J thought to herself, standing in front of the door saying Doorman resident's she could just go back no one would know or even care, so why is she here? Did she just want to get back at V? Khan slowly opening the door, his eyes hollowing out staring at the drone in front of him, he never felt comfortable around them but THIS ONE especially. Uzi coming to the front door after putting on her prom dress, she saw J? She's wearing a yellow thigh dress along with a black coat with an open front and what looked to be fur along the cuff and trim Uzi staring at J her visor playing a sparkle effect and a blush. J looking at her, seeing her in a black dress It fit her perfectly it was alright Khan interrupting J staring at Uzi saying “A-Are you here for the new year's party?” Khan said his visor showing beads of sweat going down it “As a matter of fact I am, and I'm here to pick up your daughter. Isn't that right Uzi~” J said Uzi, still lost in J eyes hearing her name, she responded with a “yea” only for Uzi to snap out of it realizing what she just agreed to. Khan still in shock “O-Oh okay” Khan stuttered out slowly handing Uzi over J extending her hand out for Uzi to grab who just slapped away “let's just go” Uzi grumbled out walking off with J.

J and Uzi entering the gymnasium, feeling the beat of the music N Tessa Thad and V came over Lizzy tagging along. “Uzi, so glad you could make it hey J” Thad said doing a double take upon seeing J glaring at him “hey Uzi? What is she doing here?” Thad whispered “I can hear you AND for your consideration I'm accompanying Uzi tonight” J responded in a snarky tone. Everyone But V looked shocked, Thad speaking up “Uzi blink twice if you're being force to do this” Thad whispered “No I'm not being force to do this” Uzi said J rolling her eyes. N piping up “Well I think it's nice to see you two together and not fighting” Tessa nodding “You're taking my advice about getting out more and doing less work.” Tessa said “Yep” J responded forcing a smile then a random drone called out. “HEY THAD TESSA, WE GOT THE JERRY CANS ALL SET UP COME ON DON'T CHICKEN OUT ON US NOW” cutting the awkward silence Thad and Tessa running over. “Thad challenged her to a drinking contest and well you know her, I'm going to make sure she doesn't over do it.” N said walking off waving to J and Uzi Lizzy following him, “so I'm guessing your 'work' wasn't that big of a deal? And I also see that you took my advice about 'accompanying' someone” V said, a smug grin on her face, “Advice?” Uzi asked, “Oh just that a little birdy told me that you were going to come to this event alone, and I may have let that slip out” V answered her question, “Let me guess this little birdy happened to be Lizzy?” Uzi scoffed, “even now she still wants all the detes of drama” she added, Uzi heading over to the table severing cheap ethanol “I'm going to need a drink for tonight” Uzi grumbled to herself. J following behind her grabbing Uzi's drink “For me why thank you” J said in a smug tone, Uzi glaring at her getting herself another drink as J walked off.

Uzi and J have been avoiding each other for the most part, occasionally meeting up. Uzi, mainly been hanging out with N and V, all three of them watching Thad and Tessa drinking challenge. ”Okay Tessa, you beat me I surrender,” He said Tessa letting out a hearty laugh, ”shouldn't have challenged me little man I will always win” Tessa said having a bold stance. ”Uh wow she drank like three bottles of alcohol, is she going to be okay? Isn't alcohol poisonous to humans” Lizzy asked, ”In significantly large amounts yes, but she's just going to wake up in the morning with a killer headache and regretting this” J said, ”Hey I don't regret, nothing” Tessa said, slightly sluggish N Rushing to her side ”lets just take it easy for now” N said kindly ”maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea” Tessa said leaning in to N giggling a little. V snicking to herself, V was about to say something, but the DJ making an announcement.

”SLOW DANCE STARTING IN T MINUS ONE MINUTE” Lizzy eyes lighting up ”OH come, come on V we gotta do this” Lizzy said grabbing V's hand dragging her along, V chuckling to herself ”The romantic as ever.” Tessa looking at N a blush on her face, ”Would you like to dance with me?” she asked ”sure” N responding a warm smile on his face, his tail gently wagging. As N and Tessa walked off, leaving J and Uzi with just each other, ”Sooo…” Uzi said, not really sure how to ask her god her thoughts felt fuzzy J already knowing what she was going to ask and was going to say no but looking a Tessa N and V she felt Jealous? She was fine, she was fine, she lied to herself J's eyes glancing over to Uzi, but maybe it would be okay. ”Sure” J said offing her hand, Uzi was shocked, but she took her hand, as they both walked to the dance floor Uzi looking up at J saw that she's blushing on her visor. J looking down at Uzi, saw her eyes quickly dart away looking to her left blushing, J chuckling to herself she was so cut- J cutting off that thought as they both reached the dance floor. She realized she was boxed in she couldn't get out now, J felt her core rhythm increase J slowly starting a Tango with Uzi, but she was messing up she felt sluggish no they both are sluggish ”Wow you are not good at this” Uzi whispered a smirk on her face ”Yea because you keep messing me up what did they build you with two left feet?” J whispered back Uzi glaring at her, J was starting one of her speeches about how she should count herself lucky that she would even do this with her and blah, blah, blah. GOD COULD'NT SHE JUST SHUT UP FOR ONE NIGHT, Uzi thought to herself, J face getting closer to hers. God, she just wanted her to shut up Uzi got an idea the ethanol in her systems clouding her judgment, without thinking she shot forwards and kissed her J panicking she needed to pull away, so why wasn't she? J hands pulling her in closer and Uzi left hand grabbing her head and her right hand holding her waist Uzi and J sinking into each other embrace, Uzi felt weak. After what felt like an eternity, she never wanted to end they both pulled away both of them letting out light pant's staring at each other slightly shaking Tessa interrupting their moment with a ”AWW MY BABY'S IN LOVE” both of them snapping out of the haze both of them realized what they both had just done. Looking around, everyone was staring at them, Uzi ran and J flew off breaking the roof, both of them leaving with one thought WHY DID I ENJOY IT.

[lionmom-svenomverse]

Sharing the concept art for my Chryslestia family! Gonna have to snip a lot of HCs/notes so you can find the full thing over on my dA. Anyways, more info under the cut!

💙 Queen Celestia - Ruler of Equestria. Sun Deity. Royal Batpony Alicorn (With Heliacorn Attributes). Agender (She/he/it/they), Pansexual Demi 💙 Queen Chrysalis - Ruler of Equestria, Former Queen of the Changeling Hive. Reformed/Former Villain. Non-Reformed Queen Changeling. Nonbinary (It/xey/they/she), Bisexual Demi 💙 Princess Antlion Aphid - Princess of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Solar Astronomer/Engineer. Has anxiety. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Nonbinary (It/its and She/her mainly), Lesbian. Likes studying the sun, sundresses, large hats, hosting parties, yoga, calligraphy and diplomacy. Aphie is based off of antlion larvae, not so much aphids but it's a cute lil addition to her name. Special talent is using the sun to power technology! 💙 Princex Hercules Metalmark - Princex of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Armorer. Has autism. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Agender (They/them and xey/xem mainly), Trixic. Likes puzzles/cipher cracking, keeping fit, fruit, fire, sappy movies, giving gifts and winter. Inspired by the Hercules Beetle and the Metalmark Butterfly! Special talent is crafting enchanted armor! 💙 Prince Joro Orb Weaver - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Seamster at Carousel Boutique. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Transmasculine/Nonbinary (He/him, It/Its, She/her), Bi. Likes designing outfits, spoken word poetry, spiral patterns, fantasy shows/books, posters, journaling and social events. Inspired by the Joro Spider and the common Yellow Garden Spider/Orb-Weaver! Special talent is sewing outfits! 💙 Princex Tsetse Deathwatch "Click" Beetle - Princex of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Nurse. Gravedigger. Mute. Has autism. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Genderfluid (They/them and it/its mainly), Omni. Likes history documentaries, playing the guitar, baggy clothes, cemeteries, volunteering, birds and brownies. It was initially named "Princex Malachite" and based off of the Malachite butterfly, but since I've changed its' name it doesn't really resemble what its' currently named after: the Tsetse Fly and Click/Deathwatch Beetles. Special talent is healing creatures! 💙 Princess Venusta Orchard Mason - Princess of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Gardener. Builder. Farmer. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Transfeminine/Nonbinary (They/them and She/her), Aro/Sapphic. Likes worms, pottery, lemonade, architecture, foraging, climbing trees, falling leaves and making friends. She's mainly inspired by the strikingly blue Orchard Mason Bee, which I first saw around my early high school years iirc and fell in love with it. The other half, Venusta, comes from the Venusta Orchard Spider! The 'Venusta' part of their name actually wasn't initially there, but I thought it'd be a pretty edition, especially since the two bugs share the word 'orchard' in their names. Special talent is building strong structures! 💙 Prince Rosy Maple Brimstone - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Influencer. Disc Jockey. Party Thrower. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Intersex (He/him), Ace/Queer. Likes hyperpop/house music, makeup, bright colors, flea markets/antique malls, soap carving, blogging and raves. Rosy is mainly based on the Rosy Maple Moth, but the other part of his name comes from the Brimstone Butterfly! Special talent is DJing and music production! 💙 Prince Atlas Adonis Blue - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Drag Queen. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Demiboy (He/him and They/them), Gay. Likes singing, the stars, glowsticks, finance, karaoke, collecting mugs, clubbing, glitter and cleaning. Atlas is of course inspired by the Atlas Beetle and the Adonis Blue Butterfly! Special talent is performing!

[bunny-lovers]

jeans, beanies, and nail polish (for the ask game) :)

Hope you & your f/os have a great day & thank you for the ask! 😊 @copiawife @strawbeaniie @edgeworthsglasses @gailpeckswife

Scarves: What do you and your f/o do on a cold day?

We mostly stay indoors, having a hot drink while watching a TV series. We also play card games as well.

Short Shorts: What do you and your f/o do on a hot day?

We do outdoor activities while wearing sleeveless shirt and leggings. We mainly go for a stroll, head to the beach, play volleyball, & get ice cream.

Jeans: Do you prefer indoor or outdoor activities? What kind?

Rumi & I prefer outdoor activities. We fully love going for walks, especially during the summertime. We also like rock climbing, swimming, picnics, tennis, & beach volleyball.

Beanies: Do you steal your f/o's clothes? Vice versa?

Yes, Rumi & I both steal each others' clothes. We love seeing wearing of each others' clothes. We even do outdoor activities when we wear each others' clothes. It's mostly shirts.

Bracelets: Is your f/o particularly doting with gifts? Do they prefer buying gifts or making them?

Boots: Is your f/o the adventurous type? Do they take you on adventerous dates?

Yes, Rumi is the adventurous type & yes, she does.

Bikinis: Have you and your f/o ever been on a beach date? What was it like?

Yes, we have! Rumi & I spend most of the day at the beach this summer. We walk on the sand, went for a swim, played volleyball, & got some tan. We put on sunscreen so neither of us don't get a sunburn. We had such a wonderful time at the beach & the weather was perfect!

Cat Ear Headbands: Do you and your f/o own any animal-themed clothes?

Yes, we do & we have rabbit themed clothes.

Pajamas: How cuddly is your f/o when asleep?

Rumi is super cuddly when she's asleep. She have me real close to her in bed, like she really want to protect me.

Ear Mufflers: Do you two share music tastes?

Yes, we both love listening to pop music together. It also gives us energy to hop like a rabbit.

Nail Polish: Do you ever paint your f/os nails? Or vice versa?

Yes, we both enjoy painting each others' nails. The first time we done it, Rumi asked me if she could paint my nails. I said "Yeah, you can paint my nails for me." I asked Rumi if I could paint her nails as well and she said "Of course, you can." We chose what color we wanted on our nails. Rumi chose dark purple & I chose yellow.

Tuxedos: What do you two wear to formal events?

We would both wear black suit blazer, a white shirt & a black dress pants.

Fluffy Socks: Is their a difference between your f/o's normal outfit and casual wear?

Yes, their is a difference between her hero costume & her casual wear. She loves wearing active clothing & any clothing that is fluffy.

Rings: Have you or your f/o given eachother clothing? What was it?

Yes, Rumi gave me a pair long leggings & I gave Rumi a sleeveless active top.

Hoodies: What is your favorite outfit or clothing item that your f/o wears?

My favorite clothing item Rumi wears is her thick white gloves on her hands with long cuffs, sporting small triangular protrusions around the edges.

[jewbeloved]

Hi I have to things to ask of you 1.the red panda ask is not working for some reason an I really want to read it because I love your work and 2. Do you think you can do a Encanto reader I would like Isabela powers please for Stan group with butters or Craig gang.

Ps your a great writer 😉

Craig, Tweek, Clyde, Tolkien, Jimmy, and Butters with a s/o who can make flowers grows like Isabella🌸💐🌺💖💖

My red panda post has been fixed, thank you for informing me.

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Craig Tucker 🐹

He low-key finds that special power ability of yours adorable.

He would probably melt if he found out you made a flower vase with the colors that matches his everyday outfit. Blue and Yellow.

Stripe also loves the flowers you make too! You and Craig would find she/he sleeping in a flower pile you left behind when you last used your power.

Cue you and Craig taking multiple pictures of Stripe sleeping in the flower pile📸📸📸📸

You would use your power to make flower crowns, necklaces, and wrist bands too! Craig would definitely wear it wherever he goes. He doesn't care if his friends tease him for it.

They wouldn't be teasing him if they had a s/o who had such a unique ability that can make pretty flowers. They're missing out, but Craig wouldn't tell them or anyone about your special ability.

Unless you're okay with it, your secrets are always safe with Craig. He can promise you that <3💙💙💙🌸🌸

💛 Tweek Tweak 🍪

Oh Jesus! this poor boy freaked out the first time you showed him your power. I mean can you blame him? It's not everyday you see someone randomly make flowers bloom outta nowhere!

Please reassure him that you're not a sorceress. (Tweek....why?😭)

He is okay with it, at least it's not something evil or else he's gonna freak out.

Flowers aren't evil right? well....some can be like the venus one. But it's okay! You wouldn't use your power to harm your boyfriend in any way!

Would be impressed if you made a flower bloom with coffee beans inside of it (not meth, just your regular coffee beans you would find on trees like the ones in Jamaica)

Author note: THEY TASTE GOOD! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU BOIL IT IN A POT AND IT BECOMES TEA!❤️❤️❤️

Okay sorry I didn't mean to bore you guys with that ;-;

Ehm, anyways.

If Tweek actually made coffee with the beans from the flower you bloomed, he would be amazed with how it tastes so much better then the meth his parents put in his coffee! He might get used to this.

Tweek is now interested in your ability, please show him what else you can do with those flowers of yours :3💛💛💛💛

❤️ Clyde Donovan 💧

You aren't gonna bloom onions, right?

"CLYDE! THERES NO SUCH THING AS ONION FLOWERS!!".

"WAAAH IM SORRY N/N!!"

Definitely loves your ability and the flowers you bloom. He secretly might use the flowers and mix them into perfume.

But you would know what scent is because you know all of the flowers that you bloom. He can't fool you can he?

Would cry if you make him accessories that are made from your flowers, it's not everyday he gets a gift from anyone.

He'll wear the flower accessory, but never in front of his friends. (HE HAS HIS REASONS OKAY?! LEAVE HIM ALONE😭😭😭 definitely not because he teased Craig and now he doesn't want to get teased himself).

Whenever he's crying (if he had a bad day or rough time) you would try your best to make him happy again by putting on a show for him like making your flowers move in a silly way to cheer him up.

But if he faked cried just to get to see your ability again if you weren't using it for a while...you'd turn your back and ignore him for a few hours. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

💜 Tolkien Black 💸 (Yes I figured I was pronouncing his name wrong this entire time 😭)

He found it strange how someone is capable of making flowers bloom randomly whenever they please, but who is he to judge you? Definitely Cartman would but Tolkien wouldn't allow him to do that.

As a matter of fact, how the hell did the fat ass find out about your ability? Did he spy on you and Tolkien? He better not say a word or you will barrage his mouth shut with flowers.

If you made a huge flower field in a secret place where nobody can find it. You and Tolkien would play around in it for hours as if you guys were swimming in a pool. <3

Flower dates if you made it possible!

His parents would be confused if they see a random flower on the wall in his room and he would make up an excuse like: "Sorry mom and dad, I thought it would be nice to pick out a flower and put it on my wall...". HE WOULD BE SHOCKED IF THEY ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT RIDICULOUS LIE!!.

But that's fine, you both can play around with your flower ability in Cartman's treehouse without him knowing💜💜💜💜💜

💛 Jimmy Valmer 🍭

I think he just found a new muse for his silly jokes. Haha with that aside he really loves your ability as well! You make a lot of colorful flowers that some people probably can't resist.

Probably made a joke about steroids while mixing with it flowers. that was a one-time joke since he didn't know what other kind of joke to make with steroids.

You suspected he probably made that steroid joke because he was taking them again💀 so you decided to hide all of the steroids in flower piles so he couldn't go on steroids anymore! ☺️

But yeah, he loves your flowers and accessories you make with them to give to him! Probably brags to Timmy about it everytime you make something for him.

Would be surprised if you bloom a flower that squirts water out like those prank outfits with the flower on them💛💛💛💛💛

💛 Butters Scotch 🍓

"Oh my (Name)! that's a really mighty special thingy you have right there! can you show me more of it?".

Show. Butters. Right. Now.

He became addicted to seeing your ability. Let him see more beautiful flowers bloom! :D

Whenever he's grounded in his room and can't come out. You would sneak him out of the window

And take him to a special place that you created for you and him. He would be ecstatic to see a huge amount of flowers around everywhere! It makes him feel like he's living in a fantasy world where all of the flowers are huge!

He would store every accessories you make them for him in a vase where his parents won't find out about.

Thinking about it, this makes him want to get you a ring that has flowers on it for the day he wants to marry you when you both get older.💛💛💛💛

HELP I HAVE A NEW HYPER FIXATION! ❤️💛💙 (These 3 hearts should hint it 😌)

[suffarustuffaru]

I love your redesign for shaula, they really did do her wrong with that bikini

ahhh tysm for liking my shaula redesign!!! if anyone is seeing this and going what shaula design it is my icon atm. and you can find it here also <3) and its on my redbubble.

but yes like... theres a lot of really really cool things in her character design. like her scorpion braid, the fact that her braid is also a high braid (i feel like characters with a high ponytail/braid hairstyle tend to be on the chipper/sporty side so this fits well!!), the hairtie, the little star design, the black and yellow color scheme to mirror subaru.... its really really cool. but then the bikini... especially when tappei Loves to keep talking about shaulas boobs... like cmon :(( i feel like the bikini is such a waste. and even if she isnt affected by the desert this is such poor attire for the setting HAH. but yes i quite like shaula i wish her outfit wasnt like that :((( waste of potential and it does her dirty :<< (and i DO love the idea of giving her a shawl ok. shaula. Shawla...)

anyway i really gotta draw her more :o shes fun to draw.... <3 and i had to give her a slightly different outfit at least like that bikini is just :,)) and i had fun doing that last drawing i did of her yes :o !! here you can have a sketch i did of shaula during class once (and a bonus marone bc she and shaula look a little similar so i was trying to differentiate them!!):

[baileypie-writes]

Could you please make a platonic one shot of a gender neutral reader joining Battamonda on his Halloween hijinxs also dressed up as a Halloween cure (I'll let you decide which one)? Just pulling tricks, stealing treats, spooking kids and having a sweet time.

That episode is one of the best things I've watched in a while, I absolutely love it, everything about it so cute especially the stuff with Cure Pumpkin :3

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Trick and Treat~

Battamonda + GN!Villain!Reader

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Fandom: Soaring Sky! Pretty Cure

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, a villain

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Word Count: 936

Synopsis: After finding out that Battamonda has a mischievous plan for Halloween, you decide to join him.

Warnings: Stealing(Battamonda and Reader), scaring children(Battamonda and Reader)

~Masterlists~

~Soaring Sky! Pretty Cure Masterlist~

This fanfiction takes place during episode 39, “The Great Witch Yoyo and the Halloween Party”.

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Sitting atop of a large building, with your legs dangling over the edge, you watched the event happening on the ground with pure excitement.

Today was Halloween, so everyone was running around in silly costumes, while giving and receiving treats. You desperately wanted to join in on the fun, but felt Skearhead might get upset at you for messing around. So instead, to your despair, you stalked the partygoers from above.

Suddenly, you spotted a familiar head of green hair a fair distance away from the crowd.

“What’s Battamonda doing here?” You pondered. Deciding to find out for yourself, you snapped your fingers, teleporting directly behind him. The man didn’t notice. He was too busy chuckling mischievously. “Battamonda!” You called out to him.

He let out a high-pitched shriek in surprise. He spun around, quickly hiding something behind his back. “(name)! What are you doing here?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” You glanced at the object he was attempting to hide. It was quite obvious that it was a pumpkin. You could clearly see it poking out, it being too big compared to the size of his body. “What’s with the pumpkin?”

“It’s nothing! Leave me alone!” He whined like a teenager.

You scoffed. “Battamonda, I know you’re planning something.” Your tone was scolding. He gulped nervously, and a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. After a long, dramatic pause, you completely switched up. “And I want in!”

“Huh?” Battamonda exclaimed, too surprised to form actual words.

“Whatever mischief you’re planning, I wanna come with you!” You said.

“What? Really?” He asked, thinking you’re jesting.

“Yeah! Halloween is fun, and so is causing trouble!”

“Oh, okay!” Battamonda smiled brightly, and revealed the pumpkin from behind his back. It was actually a jack-o-lantern; a face having been carved into it.

“So, what’re we gonna do?” You asked, leaning in.

“We’re gonna dress up, and steal all the treats! And, we’re gonna say we’re Pretty Cures so that the actual Pretty Cure’s reputations will be ruined!” His smile grew into an evil one as he clutched the pumpkin tighter.

“So we get to ruin the Pretty Cure’s lives and get treats? Heck yeah!” You cheered.

“I know, right? Now, watch this. Battamon-mon!” He snapped his fingers, and began to transform. His outfit changed, reminiscent of how the Pretty Cure’s did. It changed into a cool green leather vest, with black pants, gloves and a yellow ruffle. “A tricky pumpkin who loves treats. Cure Pumpkin!” And with that declaration, the jack-o-lantern fell onto his head, completing his look.

“Wow! You look so cool!” You admired while clapping. Cure Pumpkin bowed, clearly liking the attention. “My turn!”

With a snap of your own fingers, you transformed yourself as well. Long, white ribbons covered your face, arms and legs. You wore a stylish (favorite color) shirt and black pants/skirt with a ruffle. Your hair turned lighter and more styled. And finally, a large bow appeared on your neck.

“A sneaky mummy who loves treats! Cure Mummy!” You announced.

“Ooh!” Cure Pumpkin admired.

“Why, thank you!” You bowed. “Now, let’s go get some treats!”

~~~~

Your first targets were some pumpkin cookies from the Pretty Holic store. There was a line of children already waiting, but of course you guys didn’t care about that. You both walked up to the lady who held the basket.

“Give us some too!” Cure Pumpkin demanded, and you both snatched a cookie.

“Hold on! You have to wait for your turn!” The lady scolded. She gasped when she got a good look at the two of you. “What?”

“Trick and treat!” You both yelled. While the lady was frozen in shock, Cure Pumpkin snatched the whole basket.

“W-what are you guys?” She stuttered.”

“I’m Cure Pumpkin!” He introduced himself.

“And I’m Cure Mummy!” You did as well.

The two of you struck poses. “And we’re Pretty Cures!” And with that, the two of you dashed off laughing. “Happy Halloween!”

Once you were a far enough distance away, you stopped to catch your breath. “I didn’t know sabotaging could be this fun!” You said.

“Right?” Cure Pumpkin laughed. Suddenly, a group of four small children began walking nearby. They held large bags full of candy. The two of you looked at each other, and didn’t even need to say anything to know what you were going to do.

You snuck up behind the kids, completely silent. Slowly and carefully, you raised your arms up. “RAAAAAHR!” You both roared loudly.

“AAAAHHH!” All the kids screamed, dropping their candy bags. They didn’t even notice as they ran away, continuing to shriek.

“Let’s go!” You cheered, grabbing the bags. You held out two of them to Cure Pumpkin, to which he happily took. “Wanna sit on the roof and eat?”

“Sure, why not?” He shrugged. Snapping your fingers, the both of you were transported to a rooftop. You wasted no time sitting down, and stuffing your faces with candy. As you did so, you pointed out more potential targets for your hijinks.

“You think the actual Pretty Cure will come soon?” You wondered.

“Eh, probably. But whatever. We’re still having fun and eating treats right now!” He said.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You pulled a two lollipops out of your candy bags, and gave one to him. “Cheers?”

Cure Pumpkin chuckled, and hit his lollipop against yours. “Cheers.”

~~~~

In the end, the two of you were stopped by the Pretty Cure. But you weren’t too upset. After all, you still had plenty of candy left! And the fun you had will forever be your favorite memories of Halloween!

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~~baileypie-writes

[skz-akira]

akira’s hair evolution! (throughout straykids’ albums)

note: hi ya’ll, i’m new to tumblr so I’m not too sure how crediting and stuff works- pls tell me if I get something wrong ! this post was very heavily inspired by https://www.tumblr.com/skz-june so pls check out their acc if you like this !!

survival show - debut - hellavator - i am not

her natural hair colour. her hair used to be so healthy before all of the dye 🥲

she took very good care of her hair and the boys frequently commented on how good it smelled.

i am who - i am you

not only did she grow out her hair- she also dyed it brown! akira mentioned in recent lives that she really liked her hair in her early days and there are rumors that she was going to dye her hair brown again. who knows? maybe she will.

only downside is that it’s a bit hard to dance with long hair. especially with the skz choreography…

miroh

akira wasn’t keen on dyeing her hair at first, but there wasn’t much she could do since she was a kpop idol. however, she loved how it turned out, and so did the fans! the boys said that she looked like a wolf. she had it up in a ponytail for most of the miroh mv (for obvious reasons), but in her individual scene it looked divine.

yellow wood

akira’s blonde hair is debatably her best look. she loves it, the boys love it, the fans love it. there’s not much else to say.

akira did mention that her long hair is sometimes a bit of a hassle. especially when she’s trying to do the choreo on stage and it gets stuck in her outfit… but, hey! beauty comes with a price.

levanter

akira mentioned that she wanted her natural hair colour for this album. nothing special- but she still looks stunning!

go生 - in生

another iconic akira look!! she loved her pink hair a lot. her only compliant was that her beautiful hair was now very damaged :((

noeasy- christmasevel - skz2021

stays already suspected that akira had done something special with her hair when she began hiding it in her lives. but nothing could have prepared them for this new look.

oddinary

my favourite look. self explanatory. obsessed. send help.

circus - maxident

the blonde hair is back !!!

skz replay - the sound - five star

another surprise for her beloved stay !!! akira mentioned that she wanted to try a darker colour. super pretty. this hair + blue or grey contacts = 🤩

rockstar

she finally cut her hair :O also she absolutely slays this hair. by far my favourite. actually, wait- i can’t decide…..

[the-starry-seas]

What kind of things remind you of your ocs? (Like with Hops its 🐸) O:

I couldn't decide which OCs to do so I decided to do... all of them

Kestrel: turquoise, winter soldier fanart, socks patterned like cats' feet

Racer: loud colours, monster trucks, things drawn in lesbian flag colours

Fury: engineering blueprints, blue/red combos, things decorated with red and pink love hearts, strawberries, poly memes

Blue: blueberries, fanart of couples dancing, blue dresses with white stockings

Whisper: frogs, sniper rifles, cool prosthetic arms

Ember: sea turtles, aquariums, ballet

Winter: snowflakes, fountains, matching wedding rings

Bee: bees, yellow clothes, vegetable gardens

Indigo: playing cards, undercut mohawk hairstyle, dusky blue colours

Jewel: bright lipstick, novelty hair clips, band-aids

Nebula: stars, medals from service, black coffee

Zenith: pilot aesthetics, german shepherds, firefighters

Sunny: orange hair, fancy food concotions

Star: matching wedding rings, clones with Sith eyes/lightsabers

Sky and Silver: twin aesthetics, blue/silver combos, shiny fanart

Harlow: tired dad memes

Karla: hmmm idk actually 🤔

Shay: ocean and anxiety

Cavalry: leg braces and human/Twi'lek ships

Boom: explosions, prosthetic legs, dad jokes, scarecrows

Ray: brown clothes and lipstick, sarcasm memes

Nox: pink hair, bad driving, Jurassic Park raptors (art!)

Tally: hashmarks, business casual daywear

Grafitti: grafitti, bakeries, fancy cakes

Rence: murals, girls smoking aesthetic, snickerdoodle cookies

Watcher: eyes, ponies, squirrels

Kit: red hair, baby foxes, Corrie armour

Lucky: femboys, soft blankets, hooded sleeeveless jackets

Shrike: stabbing, thorns, medic kit

Carno: biting, hand tattoos, sharp teeth aesthetics

Bug: literally any insect lmao

Jaonyc: thunder, heat lightning, classical music

Yancy: beach photography, tide pools

Helio: sun art/photography, soccer teams

Vidal: green beans

Prim: primroses, pit droids, orange tabby kittens

Riye: the mir'shupur symbol i came up with, red and tan, toe spikes

Kryndi: bouquets, frogs, garden swing chairs

Cathedi: cacti, dogs, bandaged fingers, holding songbirds

Xerin: silver and blue jewellery, messy blond hair, stacks of books

Mirshko: peach colour, sci-fi-looking glasses, knee braces

Varkus: facial tattoos, red eyes, gold jewellery

Vermil: facial scars, messy buns, pointy decorative patterns

Vinir: droids, green, aro memes, knife memes, the last four gifs here

Valkyries: literally any lesbian and pirate aesthetics LOL

U'Rajya: sand desert scenery, banthas, bright rugs, turquoise and silver jewellery, Tusken head wraps, poly memes, strawberries

Button: mechanical keyboards, mint green colours, cat trees

Chromeblaze: 1940s cars, Michelle Yeoh's performances in Shang Chi and Rise of the Beasts, cars with those slightly glittery paint jobs

Demoiselle: cranes, 4x4 carts, estuaries

Goldshot: Jurassic Park jeeps and Dilophosaurus, hurricanes

Neutrobolt & Nitroblitz: twin aesthetics and red/blue combos

Nightflash: loud noises and bright colours, dumb jokes, objectively horrible songs that I still enjoy

Stormbrake: supercell storms, Optimus Prime, bright orange, diggers

Voltcast: the song Razorblade Raptor, sci-fi knives, mech animals

Rowan: dinosaurs, pride flags, gnc outfits, paleontology, skirts, ginger beer, western American deserts especially night scenes

[ratcatcher0325]

A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #26)

It's a New Year! Hope you are enjoying 2023 so far!

Chapter #26. Natalie and Alexander spend some much needed time to rest up and relax.

Previous: Chapter #25

Next: Chapter #27

Word Count: 7,231 Read Time: Approx. 56 mins

CW: adult language, angst 

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #26: Birds of a Feather

[Natalie’s POV]

I kept waiting for him to suddenly sit up or open one eye and with a scowl declare “That’s enough of that!” before requesting to be set down. Surely this was too good to be true. And yet, before my very eyes, he fell asleep, wrapped around my thumb, the tiny puffs of air from his nose and mouth getting slower and more rhythmic with each exhale. His right arm, which was clutching the top of my thumb, relaxed its grip and slid a few millimeters as the limb went slack. 

His cheek was just slightly tinted with a flush of rosy pink, his lips barely parted, and as I watched a chest no bigger than the pad of my thumb rise and fall, I couldn’t help but burst into a smile. Plastered over that chest was a sparkling, ridiculous unicorn, surrounded by inky swirls of pink and blue and yellow. Poor thing. He’d suffered in that sad excuse for an outfit for far too long. My smile grew and I couldn’t help but chuckle when I remembered the look of pure loathing on his little face when I’d held it out before him for the first time. He’d flushed a bright shade of red the second he saw himself in the mirror, looking just completely adorable, a fact I’m sure he hated with every tiny fiber of his being. 

As I continued to amuse myself looking at the clunky, cheap factory stitching on the hem of the shirt which was far too large for his proportions, I noticed with a pang, a rusty reddish-brown stain in the fabric, just about the perfect size for a human fingerprint. The color was undeniable: dried blood. My heart skipped. Please let that be the result of him defending himself and breaking some skin. I could easily imagine this tiny little man, only about as tall as my outstretched hand, just stabbing the shit out of grabby vet techs with the deadly end of a scalpel, almost too big for him to lift. In any case, the once fun, stupid, little garment was now a haunting reminder of the abuse he’d endured. I’d go get him something respectable the second the opportunity presented itself. 

I could just picture his eyes lighting up when I spoiled him with new things: clothes, shoes, utensils, furniture, all perfectly sized just for him. Well, there was a limit to how far my wallet could stretch, especially right now, but I’d do everything I could. Maybe he’d break into that lovely little smile of his, eyes shimmering. Maybe he’d grip onto a finger or thumb and squeeze as tightly as he could. If I was really lucky, I might even get an earnest, heartfelt thank you. Little nightmare, you know you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you? 

I bit my lip. How lucky was I to get to be in this little man’s life? Gratitude cascaded over me like a wave, warm and all encompassing. He was unlike anyone I’d ever known. Headstrong didn’t even begin to describe him. He had every reason to be utterly terrified of the awful cards he’d been dealt in life, and yet, deal after deal, hand after hand, he refused to go down without a fight. After hearing just a snippet of what they did to him at the vet, I knew I’d never last a day in his shoes. He was the bravest person I’d ever met.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he’d been through, and yet he hadn’t let any of it beat him into submission. Thank you, for letting me be a part of your journey, Alexander. 

Whether I held him, marveling at the absolutely tiny signs of life of this miniature person, for hours or mere minutes was anyone’s guess. The time flew by in what felt like seconds. My room had gone from dim to dark, the lamplight outside our only illumination and yet its warm glow outlined him perfectly, casting amber rays on his hair, making it seem to ignite like fire as he softly, slowly stirred awake. 

I looked on, part of me heartbroken that the time for holding him closely and relishing in every little sleepy twitch and sigh had come to an end, while the other part delighted in watching him stir, as his warm little body wriggled back to life. His hands squeezed my thumb while he stretched his spine and turned his head to face me. His hair was a mess, he looked so adorably sleepy and disoriented that I couldn’t help but beam. 

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“You slept pretty well, huh?” Her voice surrounded me, soft, warm and undeniable. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, pushing my bangs from my face, no doubt giving myself the appearance of a rattled cockatiel, with a messy crown sticking straight up off of my head. I rolled over onto my back, opening my eyes. 

For a split second, I panicked from instinct, finding myself in a human hand. This was a place I tended to dislike being anywhere near about ninety- nine percent of the time. Columns of skin and jointed bone rose past my head and curled slightly into the infinite darkness of the room. Warmth, soft flesh and a pulse radiating like a deep, earthly vibration around me, thrummed with signs of gigantic life, as I peered high above where I lay and landed on two golden brown orbs, lit by a street light through blinds. There was nothing to be afraid of. It was only her. I was safe here.

My heart thudded in my chest for a moment when I realized this was the first time since I’d turned my back on the only home I’d ever known, that I’d awoken, not in a panic, blood pounding in my skull from primal fear or red hot anger, but sweetly, gently, with warmth all around me. I’d expected to regret my decision to let her hold me as I slept. I thought she would swoop down upon me the moment I’d regained consciousness only to pinch my cheeks between her fingers or fuss over me in some similarly condescending way. But instead, she held very still, and as my dry, sleep ridden eyes locked with hers, I saw them sparkle with delight as they flitted from my gaze to just above the crown of my head. 

My hair. 

I raised an eyebrow, “What? Are you jealous of my fashion forward hair style? Just you wait, everyone is going to be rocking this come spring!” I ran my hand through my untamed mop, as she beamed and shook her head. I shrugged my shoulders when my fingers got caught in the tangled mess instead of pulling through. I shuffled into an upright position, leaning my hands behind me, sinking my palms into her soft skin. She pulled me closer before her face. She was all I could see now, she took up my entire field of vision. 

“Good morning, sleepy head. We should get you something warm to eat, and it’s high time to take some meds while we’re at it.” Ah, of course. She was my nurse now. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but I was grateful for the suggestion of food. On one hand, I deeply resented needing any help at all. It made my flesh crawl. But at the same time, if anyone was to be charged with looking after me in this embarrassingly needy time, I’d want it to be her. She continued to speak, as her hand (and subsequently, me) began to lower to the surface of the bed. Two fingers from her free hand began approaching my upper body, “Let’s get you comfortable and I’ll come right back with the food…” 

She eased my right elbow out of the way and slid her finger beneath my arm, before I protested, “Hold on! I’ll accompany you.” 

“You should take it easy, I’m sure the shock has worn off and until I give you medicine for the pain, it’s going to start to hurt. You don’t want me carting you around when that happens!” 

I crossed my arms over my chest, undeterred, “I insist! Take me with you. I’m still owed an elaboration on this whole me being high thing. You’d hoped I’d forgotten, hadn't you?” She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “You had! Well, you clearly lost that bet.” 

Still, she waffled, “You sure you don’t want to relax? I don’t want to accidentally hurt you…” 

“You won’t hurt me, I’ll make sure of it. C’mon, pick me up and let’s go. Like you said, we’ve no time to waste with idling!” She did as she was told, as she gingerly plucked me up and moved me back to the center of her hand, before rising from the bed and heading for the door. 

“You ever gonna stop sounding like a tiny mafia boss? Why are you so demanding?” She flipped on the hallway light which burned my more sensitive eyes for just a moment. I tried not to flinch and held my own, even as each of her strides ricocheted through my whole body as I bounced up and down ever so slightly with every giant footfall. 

“Ah, ah! Don’t avoid the subject! I demand satisfaction! What did I do while under the influence of anesthesia that was so damn hilarious?” 

************ 

In the time it took me to cross from my bedroom to the kitchen, and set him down on a folded tea towel inside my ceramic spoon rest, placed at a safe distance from, well, anything potentially threatening to a tiny life, I’d managed to reveal to him the story of a blitzed out little man and his mistakes regarding fictional elves, impromptu vomiting sessions and teary, sweet cuddles. 

Now, he sat, incredulously, arguing with me as I chopped cilantro, “Who do you take me for, Ms. Marquez?? This entire thing sounds fabricated!” 

“Cabrón, I’m telling the truth! Goddamn, just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.” 

“You really expect me to believe that I, me, Alexander, was cerebrally compromised enough to genuinely believe you were Arwen Evenstar?” 

“Sweetheart, you looked up at me with the biggest nerd boy goo goo eyes I’ve ever seen in my entire life! You were transcendent. I believe I recall the phrase ‘magnificent creature’ being used. ‘Divinity itself shines brightly upon you’ was thrown around… you know completely normal things friends say to each other…” 

He was tomato red. This was way too easy. Poor little man. I shouldn’t torture him too much… 

“You were very cute. You didn’t know up from down. I just wish I’d gotten it on video! Now, c’mon, make yourself useful and fashion a you-sized spoon out of this little scrap of tin foil, while I finish this up.” He was all too happy to distract himself with a task and avoid further discussion on the topic at hand. Suddenly, bending aluminum into a makeshift utensil was the most mentally gripping thing he could possibly imagine. 

After a few minutes of silence, I guess when he realized I was having mercy on him and not saying anything else, he cleared his throat and piped up, “What is it you’re making again?”

“It’s a caldo. It’s like a stew. My mom always used to make it for me when I was sick as a kid. You’ll like it; it’s warm and filling. You know, now that I think about it, you’re kinda the perfect practice taste tester for me. It takes very little to make a meal for you. I can try a bunch of different things and it won’t cost me much at all in ingredients!” 

“Har har, very funny.” He deadpanned as he waved his new little metallic creation in the air, as if to signal he was ready to eat. 

I took the pot off the stove, before resting my chin on the counter, to get more level with him, “Oh hush! I didn’t mean it as an insult. It’s a genuine perk! Now, where do you want to eat? Here or at the table or back in the bedroom?” 

“The table suits me just fine.” 

“Coming right up, then!” I winked at him before rising to standing. I’d already decided that the closest I could get to a bowl for him would be my copper, quarter teaspoon measuring cup. It looked like a tiny cooking pot fit for his size. I dipped it in the broth, making sure to fish out a few kernels of corn, bits of potato, carrot and chicken so he could have the full experience. Finally, when I was done with that, I drew my hand near him, “Ready?”

He nodded, raising his arms at the elbow. Hooking my pointer finger around the right side of his ribcage, being very careful not to apply pressure since he’d told me about the bruising, I scooped him up, towel and all into my waiting hand. He held on to the tip of my finger as we started to move to steady himself. As I turned off the kitchen light with an elbow, I looked up to see the feathery creeping of dawn through my living room windows, “Hey, actually, I’ve got a better idea… go ahead and start eating, don’t go anywhere!” Gently, I sat him down on the surface of the table and put the tiny ‘pot’ of food before him. 

“Can’t exactly run off even if I wanted to… but what’re you—?” his voice started to fade, as I was already heading down the hall to my bedroom.

I turned over my shoulder to reply, “Patience and decorum, little man!” before slipping out of sight.

“You can’t use my own line against me and do a better job with it! That’s against the rules!!!” I could barely hear his little voice as he tried his best to shout across the vast distance. I threw open my bedroom door and nabbed the things I needed, before turning on my heel and returning to the tiny man sitting patiently on my dining table. 

****** 

She returned with a coat on and a blanket slung over her shoulder. Needless to say, I was a bit baffled but could somewhat guess her intention. Still, I stayed quiet as she offered to pick me up again, simply nodding and raising my arms as was becoming seemingly customary for us. She was very careful with my injured leg, always making sure to keep it supported and extended. Frustratingly, she’d been right about the shock wearing off. A dull ache in my knee joint was beginning to blossom. I tried to ignore it as she held me against her chest, the wall of fuzzy navy blue fabric extremely soft to the touch. She gathered my meal, which I hadn’t touched while waiting for her and she turned her steps towards the hallway. But this time, instead of heading all the way to her bedroom, we stopped short, before the back door in the kitchen. 

I remember the first moment I’d laid eyes on this door. It had once been my hope for possible escape. If I hadn’t veered off-course in the pursuit of food in that fateful pantry, I’d have investigated it for any mouse holes or means of escape through the nearby vent. Now, in such a strange twist of fate that even my brilliant mind could never have anticipated, I was crossing its threshold, in the hands of the very human I’d been trying to run from. 

She brought me outside to a cramped, creaky wooden patio, the air was crisp, and I found myself instinctively huddling against the fleece of her coat, her hand cupped around all of me, as she spoke, putting down my meal on the wide, flat railing, “Come here… I’ll make sure you stay nice and warm…” fingers were gradually replaced with a fuzzy cocoon of blanket, and I found myself held aloft, utterly surrounded in warm fabric, “Better?” 

“Immensely.” 

“Good, because just look at that view…” she turned me around and placed me on the surface of the rail, and I admit, what I saw took my breath away. 

Her modest back porch gave way to a view of a rich and dense tree line, no doubt the self same ‘forest’ nestled in a golf course I’d found myself lost in before stumbling here. Between breaks in the great and ancient trunks of maple and pine, the brilliant pastel hues of a new day breaking ignited the purple and gray sky still littered with stars. Vibrant pinks and oranges, violets and streaks of blue seemed to light up the whole horizon, just for us to enjoy.

“Wow…” 

“Better food for the eyes than just my same old boring four walls, huh?” She passed me the makeshift pot of steaming stew with my handmade spoon dipped inside. I took it, and somewhat clumsily managed to settle it in my lap, before dipping the spoon in with hungry anticipation. It certainly smelled delicious. 

While I was busying myself with my meal, she had settled in, immediately to my left, leaning over the rail, her head propped up in her folded arms. The tip of her right elbow, so close I could lean my shoulder against it. When she felt the pinprick of my slight weight rest against her, she turned to face me. 

I admit, my cardiovascular system underwent a shock, taking her in, her eyes blazing an incredible gold with flecks of green I’d hardly noticed before. She smiled at me, brilliant white teeth flashing beneath rosy, full lips. Even her warm, olive skin seemed golden and luminous, as if it was, actually, the true source of those beautiful colors in the sky. My heart was in my throat. 

“What’re you looking at me like that for? Are you miserable out here? Is it too cold for you?” Her brow furrowed in genuine concern as she spoke, the realization that she may be torturing me out here dawning on her. 

“N-no! No. I mean… I’m fine. I’m nice and warm, thank you…” 

“Then what is it? You looked like you were in pain. You’re not pissed off for some weird nitpicky reason that I couldn’t possibly have anticipated beforehand are you?” 

“No, nothing like that… I… I suppose I just realized this is the first time I’ve sat outside and watched the day begin in something like twenty years. I… I was a bit embarrassed to admit that to you, that’s all. Obviously, this is no big deal to you, you likely do it all the time. You have this vista right outside after all… a-anyway…” 

“Alexander. You must not know me well at all…” 

My heart sank, had I said something wrong? “W-what?” 

“Do I come across like the kind of person that gets up before 12pm by choice, let alone wakes up at the ass crack of dawn just to stare at the sun?” 

I avoided her eyes, but soon felt a fluffy mountain of navy blue material slowly press into my entire left side, as she elbowed me playfully. 

“C’mon, Xandy, lighten up, I’m joking with ya!” 

“If it weren’t for this actually quite flavorful food you prepared just for me, I’d have to firmly remind you of my position on that horrendous nickname.” 

“Well it’s a good thing your mouth is currently too full to yell at me. Actually— fuck! That’s a great idea! I just need to feed you more often so you can’t get all pissy with me!” 

I just rolled my eyes and shook my head, lifting another spoonful of the intoxicatingly warm and delicious broth to my lips. 

We watched as the blazing orange star rose above the edge of the horizon and slowly ascended into the atmosphere. The rich, deciduous earth smelled freshly of rainwater and petrichor from the many days of thunderstorms. The twittering of birdsong rose in pitch and melody with the sun herself, as a crisp breeze teased the thinnest branches of the trees and the locks of my already disheveled hair. With delicate movements, she smoothed her own behind her ear, catching me peering up at her as she broke into a smile. I cleared my throat and stared straight ahead. 

“You finished?” She shattered my suddenly scattered train of thought with such a concise question. 

“Hm?” I hoped I sounded nonchalant. 

“The caldo? You want some more?” 

“If you’re offering, then sure. It really was quite good, thank you.” Fingers descended to pluck the bowl and spoon from my lap. 

“Approval? From this little Princess and the pea? I never thought I’d see the day!” 

My brow furrowed, “The what and the what?” I had no clue what she was referring to. 

She chuckled softly. I was grateful she spared me a greater insult by changing the subject, “I’ll be right back, okay?” And with the squeal of worn out door hinges, I was left all alone on the railing of the patio, in the exact situation I thought I’d never wanted. And yet, the fabric surrounding me was wonderfully soft, the view utterly spectacular and for a very rare moment, I felt the constant tension melt from my shoulders as I breathed a grateful sigh of relief. 

I was seated with my left leg tucked into me and I hugged my knee to my chest with my right arm and supported my weight behind me with my left. The only sound was the early morning twittering of birds and the rush and roar of cars on a nearby road. Perhaps the same one where I’d nearly been struck. I shuddered at the memory. So many moments of my journey could have ended far differently than they had. My close calls with death seemed too many to count at this point, and yet were far from uncommon for someone like me. 

I glanced around, spotting the concrete floor seemingly miles below, directly behind me. Funny, how even in the most tranquil of moments, the glaring reminder that almost anything in this human-dominated world could kill me was never far from the forefront of my mind. By the door, was a dusty, sun faded welcome mat with gaudy flowers printed on it, whose vibrant colors were now bleached to some sort of ghostly shades of blue-green and pink. That didn’t quite seem like Natalie’s style, I wondered absentmindedly if it was a gift, or hand-me-down. Over my left shoulder, I spotted a ratty looking folding chair, and a small side table, both streaked with dirt and grime from sitting out of doors. Would it kill this woman to clean a little? Perched atop the table was an herbaceous plant that looked like it’d seen better days, its leaves yellowing and withering from a likely lack of watering. I’d just turned back to face the ignited sky, noting a bird feeder swinging from an iron stake just beyond the patio’s edge on the far left corner, when a bluejay, its vibrant hue striking a compelling contrast against the peaches and purples of the sky behind it, alighted on the rail beside me. 

His plumage was brilliant, without a feather out of place. He was big. Well, at least to me, anyway. I figured he stood a bit taller than me, at my full height. He peered down with one glossy black eye at a time, his head seemingly always bobbing and moving. He was about ten to twelve inches from where I sat, but seemed to take an interest in me and hopped forward an inch or so, “Hello, there…” his white belly reflected the colors of the dawn as he came closer. As I looked him over, I couldn’t help but admire his beautiful crest of feathers, his stripe of stark black that looked like some sort of formal neckwear beneath his chin. Then, as he hopped even closer, now only five or six inches between us, something glinted in the morning sun that caught my eye. On his right claw was a small metal band, embossed with a series of letters and numbers. I clenched my jaw. You too, huh? 

“You didn’t deserve whatever they did to you…” the bird just stared back with an infinite inky void in its uncomprehending eyes, “I envy your ignorance…” I chuckled to myself. Talking with a bird, am I? I see I’ve really lost it now. 

Ah, what the hell? Why not? Maybe some small part of him understood me as we locked eyes,  “Now fly, enjoy your freedom!” I waved my arms, to no avail. I didn’t come across as much of a threat… Figures. “Go on, shoo!” The sound of a distant, blaring car horn, startled him enough to take flight. The gust of wind generated from all those feathers whipped my bangs across my eyes, as my heart fluttered in the same rhythm as the beat of his wings when he became airborne.  

His lithe, aerodynamic body twisted and turned in the air, landing gracefully on Natalie’s birdfeeder. Good, get a snack for the road. I wiped my hair from my eyes, as I watched the animal peck away at the seed and flap his wings to maintain his balance. I’m working on getting wings, myself. Maybe one day I can join you. 

With the sharp squeal of rusty hinges, Natalie pushed open the door and I traded his silent company for her gregarious one. In the blink of an eye and a flutter of feathers, he was gone. 

“Soup’s up! Chef special! Get it while it’s hot!” She entered beaming and playful, gently placing the fresh food in my lap. I craned my neck to meet her eyes as she crossed behind me and settled back against the rail, “How’d you do out here? See anything cool? Whitetail deer? Sasquatch?” 

“Oh old Squatch? Yes, he’s actually a really pleasant individual once you get to know him.” I teased as I raised the sorry excuse for a spoon to my lips, only for her to gasp so unexpectedly, it made me jump and drop my utensil into the pot below. 

“What the fuck happened? Have hell’s gates opened up? Did pigs fly? Am I dreaming? Or did Alexander, insert middle name and last name here, actually make a real, honest-to-god joke?” 

“Did… Did you just say insert middle and last name, out loud–?”

“Are you running a fever? Did the aliens replace you with a perfect clone while I was gone? Maybe I died and went to heaven!” 

“Natalie. Please. You do understand by putting on this little show you’re actively calling your own bluff, right?” 

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well, first of all, it’s a scientifically proven fact that I am a man that possesses an excess of charm and an exceedingly impressive wit. The fact that you have just now discovered my propensity for humor proves one thing and one thing only: You lack the intelligence to appreciate my comedic genius!” 

She scoffed, leaning down with her head propped over her arm, “W-well, I.. That’s not–” 

“And see? You round out my argument with the perfect evidence! You can’t even formulate a half-baked comeback. You’ve got to be lighter on your feet than that to spar with me, Ms. Marquez! I rest my case and yield the remainder of my time!”

She squinted her eyes and made a face, wrinkling her nose as she glared, “You’re such a little bastard.” She then put on, quite possibly, the worst Italian accent in the history of humankind and continued,  “I cook for you… my mother’s special caldo no less, and this is how you repay me?” 

“Alright! Alright! For the sake of the caldo, and the people of Italy, I will retract my previous testimony. You’re lucky this tastes so good.” I wasn’t going to even begin to address the confusing nature of her choice of accent given that the dish and she herself were Latin, not Italian. 

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. I loved driving her up the wall. In fact, it was safe to say it had become one of my specialities. Not that it was at all that difficult to do, but still, I prided myself on the frequency with which I accomplished it. 

I finished my second helping in relative quiet, enjoying the expanse of the ever lightening sky before me and the fresh air in my lungs. She did her best to distract herself with the tree line and the flocks of birds flying in ‘V’ formations overhead, so she didn’t just stare at  me while I ate. I was grateful for that, to say the least. Once the meal was done and we’d sat in comfortable silence for a few more moments, she turned to me. 

“Alexander?” She lowered herself until her chin was balanced on the wooden rail itself, as a slender, gentle finger slid across the fabric of the blanket, to land across my chest. I met her eyes as she called for me, “You ready to go inside and get cleaned up? I bet a bath would feel pretty amazing right now….” 

“For once, you’ve managed to read my mind… Yes, sounds delightful.” I hooked an arm around her offered digit, pressing my palm into her knuckle

“Yup, this stupid human is bound to get it right every now and again…. Come here, let’s get you inside.” 

I soon found myself cradled between navy blue fabric and soft, warm fingers as I was carried back inside. 

******** 

About forty minutes after turning our backs on the rising sun, I found myself popping and stretching my aching vertebrae as I sat up from my hunched over position. I had leaned over him, splayed out on my bathroom counter, for the better part of the last half hour. At the moment, I held his tiny ankle between my thumb and forefinger while I examined my painstaking work, “What do you think, mister critical? Will this ship float or sink?”

He looked up and down the length of his injured leg, casting his discerning eye over my earnest attempt to wrap his bandages tightly in cling wrap so they wouldn’t get wet while soaking. He scowled as he looked it all over, tracing his fingers over absolutely tiny wrinkles in the plastic, “This… is…” he continued to examine, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, “...Perfectly adequate. Thank you, Ms. Marquez. Your abilities to provide medical assistance in miniature are improving significantly. Need I remind you of your clumsiness with a cotton ball and hydrogen peroxide?” 

“No, you needn’t! Thank you.”

“That’s not—“ 

“I know it’s not a real word! I know, you unrelenting little bastard, I know.” I grimaced with extra joking gusto as I busied myself cleaning up the crumpled up piles of plastic wrap that served as headstones to failed attempts, and tossing them in the trash. I loved that I could tell it physically pained him not to finish correcting me. Little nerd. “Oh and speaking of medical care, see if anything comes to you while you’re soaking in the tub. Maybe after some solid rest and a good meal those wheels will start turning again…” he opened his mouth to quip back, but a finger laid over his chest and a quicker verbal draw silenced him, “And no, that was not a personal insult to your cerebral functioning, it’s just a damn figure of speech, little man. Unlike you, I haven’t slept yet. Give me a break.” 

I watched his board- straight spine soften at this information, “Will you rest while I’m in here?” 

“No, actually, I thought I’d run a few errands while I had a moment of peace away from your annoying little ass…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence without ruining my performance with a smile, “Here, I think everything is set up for you. By the way, I brought my tablet in here; it’s voice activated. If you need to text me, I’ll have my phone on ringer, sound good?” I could tell he felt frustrated by the texting lifeline, but I didn’t exactly feel comfortable leaving someone so little alone in my house without some way to call for help, especially when he couldn't even stand up at the moment. “It’s just for an emergency, you don’t have to use it. I’m sure you’d like some downtime from me, anyway–” He nodded in sarcastic approval, I ruffled his hair with a finger, he snarled, I beamed, he broke character and smirked back in his asymmetrical way. I admit, I felt my heart flutter, “You ready?” 

He nodded again and I cast my gaze askance, giving him privacy as he pulled that adorable little shirt over his head. Keeping my eyes averted, I inched my fingers closer, “May I?” 

“You may.”

I wrapped my fingers around his little torso, his beating heart thrumming beneath my thumb as I lifted him and lowered him into the water, going very slowly so as not to hurt his leg. My fingers dipped into the steaming bath as I set him down amongst the bottle caps with shampoo and conditioner. “All good? The plastic wrap working for you?”

“Yes, thank you.” 

With that, I rose to standing, crossing to the threshold of the door, “Alright then, have a good bath, I’ll be back in a bit–” I couldn't help but spin on my heel and step back to the counter, ‘Remember, if you need me–”

“Yes, yes, I’ve got my marching orders…” I had to admit, I felt disappointed that he suddenly seemed so annoyed with me. We’d had such a great day today, I hated for it to all come crashing down so quickly. I straightened my shoulders and tried to shake it off. He probably just wanted space. With that, I turned to leave the bathroom and heard a tiny little voice trail after me, “Have a good shopping trip, Natalie.”

“Thank you, Alexander…” 

A five minute drive later and I found myself wandering aisle after aisle of tiny little clothes, furniture and household items. I was like a kid in a candy store: Everything here was so fucking adorable! I could just picture Alexander standing next to each item, it all perfectly made for hands his size. I bit my lip and taking each aisle by storm, quickly filled my basket with everything a miniature person could need: A toothbrush, a hairbrush, a full length mirror, a little wardrobe complete with teeny tiny hangers, socks, underwear, t-shirts and jeans, dress shirts, slacks, a tie, shoes, so many adorably tiny little shoes, a bed, about as big as my outstretched hand, bath towels, hand towels, wash cloths, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, a razor (a teeny tiny little razor!), and finally… the pièce de résistance… A tiny little wooden desk with gold trim and a green, leather upholstered top, complete with a matching swivel desk chair. 

Beaming with joy at all the adorably miniature items in my possession, I made my way to the check out. Delight coursed through me as I imagined him blushing in spite of himself. I wondered as I carefully laid each item on the rubber conveyor belt if he’d ever owned things like this before, if anyone had ever bothered to empower him with anything he could actually use. I was so deeply curious about his past, his childhood. Trying to picture Alexander of all people as a little kid felt… off.

He was so self serious and uptight. I couldn’t imagine him running around, wild and carefree, somehow even smaller than he already was. In my head, he was a perpetual tiny adult, regardless of age. Then again, maybe he didn’t get to have a childhood which would explain a lot about his personality. It seemed highly likely. I shuddered remembering just how terrified he’d been when he was medicated and confused. The poor little man, who was one of the bravest and most fearless people I’d ever known, had practically trembled head to toe for fear of the consequences if he didn’t fall in line. 

I really didn’t know much about the life he’d had before showing up all disheveled and defensive in my pantry. I didn’t expect I’d ever find out much more, but what little I did know seemed spine-chillingly awful. Pondering this, I recognized, with a pang, that I'd never fully understand just how hard life was for him. I could empathize, of course. But it was impossible for me to truly get it. How could I? I had the privilege of living in a world that accommodated my size. He did not. All the more reason to give him things to help counteract that. 

I watched as the clerk scanned each item. Picking up tiny pieces of furniture, wrapping them in brown paper and placing them in a plastic bag. As I tried my best not to fidget, I couldn’t help but wonder about the tiny man sitting in the center of my sink basin, right now. I pictured the little blue eyed devil running his fingers through his hair, while his mind worked a mile a minute. How was he doing now? Was he relaxing? Was he able to recall more about what’d happened? Funny, how someone so little took up so much space inside my head. 

“Ma’am? Hello?” 

I jumped, having no fucking clue what the 17-year-old kid in a maroon vest and a name tag has been apparently saying to me, “S-sorry, what?” 

“I said, would you like to join our rewards program today?” 

Ugh. I didn’t have time for this shit. I had a tiny little nightmare to surprise at home.

 I opened my mouth to decline when he continued, “You’ll get twenty percent off your purchase if you sign up now…”

Stealing a glance at the accrued total, I knew my bank account was in no position not to take the discount. Relenting with a sigh, I nodded yes. Sorry Alexander… just another few minutes… 

As the cashier asked for my contact information, I felt my phone vibrate and ding in my jacket pocket. Then again. And again. My blood froze. Was it Alexander? Was he okay? Did something happen?? I fished for my phone in a desperate scramble, probably looking to this high school kid like a fucking maniac, as I abruptly halted speaking halfway through giving him my email address. 

My heart was pounding away as I raised the screen to my eyes and saw I’d missed sixteen messages from him as more were still pouring in, almost instantaneously, one right after the other. I read the most recent:

[Come home!]

Then another came in. 

[NOW] 

Oh fuck oh fuck! He was in trouble! 

“Hello??? Ma’am?? I’m asking for your email! You just… sort of… stopped—“ 

I cut him off, “Forget it! Just ring me up…” he simply stared at me, exasperated and utterly confused, “Look, something’s come up, I’m in a hurry. Like a really big fucking hurry. Just cancel the thing and check me out!” 

I saw sweat form on his brow, and normally I would feel bad for the poor kid, but right now I had one thing on my mind. I gave him a death glare while he stammered uselessly, “W-well I can’t just…” 

“… Right fucking now!!” He jumped and seemed to be just sort of mashing buttons in a desperate attempt to cancel out of his current screen. I thrust my credit card in his face and he took it with shaking fingers, ringing me up as fast as his nerves would allow. Yet it still wasn’t nearly fast enough…

The phone was still going off in my hand, seeming to burn white hot, clenched between my clammy fingers, as panic washed through me in nauseating waves.

[Natalie. Question mark. Hello. Question mark. Question mark.]

 The talk to text wasn’t exactly perfect but the meaning behind the words was loud and clear: Every second that went by could mean life or death for him. Had he hurt himself? Did he try to get out of the sink? Didn’t he know he couldn’t bear weight on his leg yet? What if he’d broken it? What if he slipped and hit his head? What if he was bleeding? It was impossible for him to have gotten out right?? There was no way he could’ve taken a tumble from the height of the counter, right?!?!? Oh god!!! 

I tore the receipt from the cashier’s hand and practically sprinted out the automatic glass doors, nearly tripping on a dog treat dispenser on my way out. I didn’t give a shit about the judgmental stares of incoming customers as I crossed the threshold. My boots hit the pavement as I rushed to the car, my panic rising as my imagination ran wild. The second I slipped inside the driver’s seat, and threw the bag of once treasured items like an insignificant sack of potatoes in the seat beside me, with flying fingers I texted back: 

[I’m five minutes away, Alexander. Are you okay?] 

I didn’t wait for a reply and threw it in reverse, scaring a woman carrying a massive bag of cat food half to death as she tried to pass behind me. I glanced down feverishly at the phone screen, as I put the car in drive:

[OBVIOUSLY NOT]

Shit shit shit. I’d only been gone for forty minutes max. What could possibly have happened? At least he was still texting me. 

[I’m almost there. Two minutes.]

I took another turn. The sounds of the road were deafeningly, achingly, too quiet. I wanted that bright, electronic ping.

[Alexander? You there?]

Nothing. 

Then my heart dropped. But no, surely my fears were lying to me… could it be… was something after him? Did maintenance enter my apartment? Was he scared they’d hurt him? Were they harassing him right now? It seemed unlikely, they didn’t normally come without posting a notice first. After all, he’d been able to keep texting up until this point. 

Had something else gotten in that didn’t belong? But no… surely it wasn’t… my neighbor’s, cat? Elvis?? That beast had been after him, ready to kill, the day I’d unknowingly rescued the little man and brought him inside. Had the animal found a way in somehow? Did I leave a window open?? 

As I ran a red light, I realized: the back door. I could’ve left the back door cracked open when we’d come back inside this morning. Tears blurred my vision as I clipped the curb and squealed around a turn. 

Please, please, be okay, Alexander. I’m almost there. Just hold on. 

In fifteen more seconds, I skidded to a stop in the gravel alley of my apartment. In five more, my sweating, shaking hand was wrapped around the doorknob. I was terrified to see what I would find on the other side. 

In the breadth of one heartbeat I thrust open the door. Whatever’s happening to you, Alexander, just hold out for two more seconds, I’m right here. 

I desperately hoped I wasn’t too late. 

[lover-also-fighter-also]

🐾🍕🥝🎃🧸♥️ 🥀🎉🥑🍐🍑🎲

For Anitha + Ria + Mila

🐾Do they have a pet? What are they, and what's their name?

Anitha:

Her magickal familiar (its not a pet, its a partner) is a Lumian she named Candy. In my HC, after she and Griffin get married, they have a golden retriever named Apollo and a grey tabby cat named Artemis

Ria:

She has a pet hamster named Kiki, but after she and Maria move in together, they would have a cat named Luna

Mila:

She has a pet dog named Snowy, but in future she and Skye would adopt a black cat (haven't decided on the name yet)

🍕What's their guilty pleasure food?

Anitha:

For magickal food, it would be prophecy O's with warm milk. Tuneless food would be indian food, but her favourite is Chole Bature.

Ria:

She enjoys her dad's fried chicken, and sometimes can't resist taking more. Another added favorite would be the mint coffee that Maria makes, for a rigourous study session

Mila:

Mila enjoys spicy food more than sweets, especially ramen noodles, with egg in it. Classic comfort food after a long day in theatre.

🥝Do they have a food allergy or food they hate?

Anitha:

In high school, Anitha started loading up on protein shakes and bars to increase her strength for the soccer season, but she ended up overloading on them and it resulted in a very bad stomach pain. Since then she had steered away from protein supplements and would not touch them

Ria:

Ria does not like oatmeal. It reminds her of hospital food and chemotherapy and that makes it enough for her to throw up

Mila:

Mila has a certain cringe towards ice cream after 'accidentally' witnessing the Cedar Cove challenge, and the experience has permanently ruined ice cream for her.

🎃What would their Halloween outfit be?

(I would be to work on edits for Halloween costumes for the 3 of them, keep an eye out for the posts yet to come)

Anitha:

Every year, Anitha likes to dress up as a witch for Halloween. She was made fun of that by a neighbour kid that she did not realize that she made a branch drop on top of him. She thought that she really had witch powers (but little did she know she actually had them, but that's after many years)

Ria:

Ria always loved colorful things as a kid, so Scott used to bring her different kinds of wigs and she would dress up as a different princess each year. Her favorite, however was Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

Mila:

Mila's favorite Halloween costume would be a vampire, considering she starts reading a lot of vampire novels, plus Skye liked vampire fictions, it was a perfect fit.

🧸Do they have a stuffed animal or item they've kept from when they were a kid?

Anitha, Ria and Mila are all suckers for stuffed animals. Knowing them, they must have kept an entire collection in their closets as kids.

♥️Favorite color?

Anitha:

She loves sun based/bright colors like Red, yellow or orange

Ria:

Ria likes all the colors. But she feels that green and blue suits her the most.

Mila:

She has always liked shades of pink, but got obsessed with black and red over a period of time.

Check below for NSFW

🥀Do they have a favorite position?

Anitha: Being on the top

Ria: Being the bottom

Mila: Fisting

🎉Say it's their love interests' birthday, how would they celebrate it~?

Anitha:

She and Griffin would go on a nature hike, find a waterfall or a river to camp out, go for a swim (where things get really heated up), make a bonfire, have dinner and stargaze.

Ria:

Ria would book a honeymoon resort for the two of them, and after the celebrations, they would go and have a kinky time.

Mila:

The way to appease Skye's heart would be going to different haunted places or a rock concert and getting drunk and making out.

🥑What are some of their random kinks/fetishes?

Anitha: Being the dom

Ria: Bondage

Mila: Tits

🍐Say they wanted to look sexy for their partner, what sort of outfit would they wear?

Anitha:

Easy, Griffin thinks that Anitha looks sexy in her thief uniform. Especially after a game or a practice session when she is high on adrenaline and is sweating. (Sorry I don't have the screenshot reference, I had to delete a bunch of photos cause my phone couldn't handle it)

Ria:

Ria would either wear shorts or low cut dresses, if she is in the mood for looking sexy. I think a good reference would be the beach outfit in bk 3

Mila:

Mila would be wearing this, cause Skye thinks she is damn sexy as a goth

🍑How did they react to having their "first time?" And was their partner understanding if they were nervous?

Anitha:

Anitha was pretty confident when she and Griffin had sex for the first time. Both were experienced with hookups so it wasn't exactly new to them. They knew what they were doing and no nervousness was involved.

Ria:

I guess Ria would be pretty nervous for their first time, and be more hesitant. Maria is a pretty understanding person, and would not take things too far until Ria was ready for that kind of thing.

Mila:

After they graduate college, Mila and Skye celebrate by going to a concert, and they get really drunk and almost end up hooking up in a secluded alley, when Skye hesitated for a bit and stopped with the kissing. Mila took the hint, and both backed out before anything else would happen.

🎲Random Question chosen by the poster~♡

🥧Have they ever had a one-night stand when they were drunk?

Anitha:

Anitha rarely drinks, and even if she drank she is going to be sober enough to not have a one-night stand while drunk.

Ria:

Ria and Maria both have a decent control of how much they drink, and even if they did get heavily drunk, it never led to a one night stand

Mila:

After the almost fiasco of their first time, Mila and Skye make sure that they don't drink too much to lose all sense of control.

[vikasgarden]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Vika Rae

NICKNAME: V, Vik, Vicky

TITLE(S): witch, healer, blender

AGE: 27 y/o

SPECIES: human | fairy

SEX: cis female

NATIONALITY: scottish

INTERESTS: gardening, reading, baking, animals, her garden

PROFESSION: florist

BODY TYPE: petite with narrow shoulders, appears fragile, although she has strength in her body from gardening

EYES: light green

HAIR: brunette - mid back, curly at the tips

SKIN: light skin tone kissed by the sun in summer, soft skin with scars from gardening or cat bites, no tattoos

FACE: diamond face with freckles around her nose, almond-shaped eyes and a high forehead, some earpiercings

POSTURE: casual

HEIGHT: 5'5'' (168cm)

VOICE: a lovely, dreamy voice that you enjoy listening to and that wraps you around its finger (at least until she shouts at you), british/ scottish accent

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: depends on the season, usually something comfortable to work in - jeans, a t-shirt or jumper, boots or trainers - barefoot in summer

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none

COMPANIONS: her sisters Vanora and Viatrix, her family, her dog Bella,

ANTAGONISTS: mostly people who once got lost in her garden, she is her own worst enemy

STRENGTHS: she has a truly magical knack for plants, especially medicinal herbs, she loves to cook and bake and she is incredibly creative and manages to tame any wild animal with her calm, patient manner

WEAKNESSES: as patient and calm as she can be, she can be overwhelmed by her own emotions. being lonely is her biggest fear, closely followed by the fear of being trapped far away from plants.

COLORS: all colours, but her favourites are lilac and yellow

FRUITS: strawberries, apples, cherries, blueberries, raspberries, all citrus fruits

DRINKS: hot chocolate, (non-)sparkling water mostly mixed with mint and lemon, tea, coffee, juice

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: mead and cider (homemade), beer, tom collins (cocktail)

SMOKES: nope

DRUGS: nope

DRIVER'S LICENSE: yes

tagged by: @frcnchman & @heartofglass-mindofstone & @phasmophobie (thank you!) tagging: @differentfaced , @dragonul-de-aur , @seelenschnitt , @fallen-kingsglaive & everyone who wants to.

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i just saw the plant asks for kanata headcanons and i found it adorable it makes my heart melt in cuteness aaahhh 🥺😭💜💖

could you do one for nayuta with anemone, daisy and yellow tulips?

Nayuta Yatonokami: 

🌻anemone: how would they react if their s/o is sick?

Nayuta is a little harsh when treating you for your sickness, giving serious orders to lay down and rest while he takes care of everything else. He’d run out to get you medicine, prepare soup, and keep you hydrated. He’s surprisingly efficient as a nurse even if his bedside manner needs some work. He’s much gentler when your fever breaks and you’re clearly getting better, able to breathe a little easier.

🌻daisy: what is their love language, both giving and receiving?

Nayuta likes gift-giving. Now that he’s won a fair bit of money, he wanted to give you the things he always thought you deserved, especially when you stuck by him during his hardest moments. He also tried to stop buying himself so many clothes by directing his attention to getting you some, finding some cute outfits that matched enough with his, or finding things he though you’d really love.

Nayuta’s love language is quality time. Eating together especially seemed to be an important thing to him, wanting everyone he loved to sit and bond at dinner together. He also seems to like having you around even if you’re not actively speaking to each other, doing your own thing but still able to turn and admire the other for a brief moment between daily life activities.

🌻yellow tulips: if their s/o is sad, what would they do to make them smile again?

Nayuta is a relatively open person, and he would have no problem telling you how much loves you or complimenting you if he knows that’ll make you feel better. If you’re a person who just wants to get out, he’ll use Raimentai as a means of helping you feel better, since it’s his favorite place and he thinks the joy can be spread that way.

[xtrastuff]

Halloween Fun

     “Welcome, Welcome dear friends! You are all looking quite swell.” The friendly tall skeleton, dressed in a long-sleeved green shirt with blue overalls over it. Fitted with a green cap with an “L” symbol on it, and a fake mustache. He welcomed his guests with a wide, toothy grin. He had a twinkle in his eye as he waved at the incoming guests, especially the kids, who were delighted to receive candy from his outstretched bony hand.

     As the guests continued to pour in, it became a lively and diverse crowd. There were costumed monsters, their outfits ranging from the classic to the delightfully original. Humans also joined in the festivities, with creative costumes rivaling the monsters.

     The two-story house was a sight to behold, adorned with Halloween decorations. Jack-o'-lanterns with eerie faces lined the walkway to the entrance, their candlelight casting playful, dancing shadows on the ground. The front lawn had been transformed into a spooky wonderland, with cobwebs shrouding the trees and bushes, and larger-than-life cartoonish monster cut-outs hung all around the house. It was a feast for the eyes, celebrating all things Halloween.

     Inside, the festivities continued. The rooms were decked out in Halloween regalia, with spiderweb drapes, bats hanging from the ceiling, and eerie yet enchanting decorations adorning the walls. The guests mingled, sharing stories of their costumes and enjoying the spooky delights of the night. Laughter, music, and the scent of pumpkin spice wafted through the air, creating a warm and eerie atmosphere perfect for celebrating this most magical of nights.

      "Hey, Papyrus!" A blue fish-like monster ascended the steps. It was Undyne, a close friend of his, and beside her was Alphys, a short yellow lizard-like monster with glasses, who also happened to be her wife.

     Papyrus, the tall and enthusiastic skeleton, beamed at their arrival. He waved with unabashed joy. "Oh, Undyne, Alphys! It's always a pleasure to see you. How have you been?"

     Undyne chuckled and playfully nudged Papyrus. "You saw me yesterday, dude, but it's always good to see you too."

     “It’s nice to see you as well, Papyrus,” Alphys said.     Papyrus clapped his hands to his face, his eye sockets widening with amazement. "OH MY! What AMAZING COSTUMES YOU HAVE!" Undyne, dressed as a cowboy, showed off her costume, even performing a playful spin of a gun on her finger. "But wait, that gun's fake, right?"

     "Of course, it's not. It's the real deal," Undyne replied with a mischievous grin.

     "UNDYNE! THAT'S DANGEROUS!!" 

     "Relax, it's not loaded.”

     "Oh, thank heavens-"

     "At least I think it isn't."

     "UNDYNE!"

     Undyne couldn't help but laugh at Papyrus's reactions. "Relax, I'm just messing with ya, see?" She opened the revolver to show Papyrus that it wasn't loaded, but he was still somewhat worried, but let it go.

     He then switched his attention to Alphys who seemed to be wearing a judge outfit?     “Oh my, you look amazing to Alphys!” Papyrus said, patting her on the shoulder. “Though I expected you to wear something from one of your anime shows.”     “W-well, I wanted to try something new for a change. And she's from a show I recently watched, so I thought it would be neat, so you know, try it out.”     "Lovely... and, uh... Where is Javelin?" Papyrus asked, looking around among the guests coming in. "Don't tell me he's gonna miss out!"

     Now that Papyrus had brought it to her attention, Undyne began looking around, her brows furrowed in thought. "Wait, where is that kid? He was walking with us, wasn't he?" She turned to Alphys for answers.

     Alphys shrugged. "He said he wanted to grab something real quick. He should be back pretty soon."

     Undyne grumbled in response. "That kid is always disappearing."

      Though it was natural for kids to explore or wander off, Javelin has a history of choosing to not come home for an extended period. It worries Alphys, who cares for his safety. But Undyne knows better. Javelin is strong, so she never had to be worried about his safety. It simply annoyed her that he disappeared so frequently without so much as a word.

     Papyrus chimed in saying,  "Reminds me quite a lot of my brother. He tended to just vanish in and out of the blue as well."

     "Eh, I hope he doesn't become like that lazy bonehead."

     "Well you two can come in, and I'll keep a look out till he arrives," Papyrus reassured.

     Undyne and Alphys took a glance at each other and accepted.

     "Alright, tell us if he gets here," Undyne said.

     The two walked in, joining in on the fun. Undyne of course went for the food while Alphys stayed close behind her, so she didn’t eat everything.

+++

     "Thanks again!" The boy, Javelin, waved to the store owner as the door slowly closed behind him.     The hooded figure, a woman named Gray, walked alongside Javelin. She had a youthful appearance and was obviously a monster, though she had a humanoid doll-like body. "Feel like we're gonna be late, don't you think?" she remarked.     Javelin didn't seem too concerned about the time. He dug deep into the store bag, searching for a specific piece of candy he liked. He had a wide grin once he started eating it. Gray followed suit, her hand disappearing into his bag as well, as they strolled on together.

    The moonlight cast a silvery glow along the quiet street as they made their way to the Halloween party. Javelin had set out to buy candy, and Gray had tagged along, both to watch over him and to indulge in a treat or two herself.

     Gray continued the conversation, a playful tone in her voice. "You could have just gone trick-or-treating for candy instead of buying it."     Javelin, unfazed, responded, "You decided to come with me to get some too. And besides, I don't plan on trick-or-treating anyways."

     "WHAT! WHY NOT?! Halloween is one of the coolest traditions you humans have ever come up with!! Dress up in cool costumes, and you get free candy, and of course the awesome haunted houses," Gray exclaimed, her enthusiasm for the holiday bubbling over.

     Although this wasn’t a monster custom, some monsters grew to like the holiday.

     Javelin remained silent for a moment. People would assume with how overly positive and happy he portrayed himself to be, that he would be in love with holidays, but that wasn’t the case all the time. He didn't exactly hate Halloween, but he wasn't overly excited about it either. The candy and sweets were cool, but trick-or-treating and other kiddie stuff like that didn't interest him. He briefly wondered if he was weird for feeling that way, but ultimately decided it was more important to be true to himself.

"What are you even wearing?" Javelin asked. "Well, I'm dressed as the Grim Reaper. Long hoodie and everything. Plus, I thought it would look pretty neat on me."

     "You talk like a little kid despite being in your forties," he teased. One could practically imagine the smug look on his face as he mentioned her age. Gray, predictably, tried to hit him in response, but Javelin deftly dodged her punches while trying to hold in his laughter.

     "DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S RUDE TO TALK ABOUT A GIRL'S AGE?!" Gray scolded, her cheeks flushed with indignation.

     Age among monsters doesn't always come with physical indicators. This is particularly evident in the case of ghost monsters, who maintain the same appearance regardless of how many years pass. Gray, a ghost monster who had taken up residence in a life-sized doll to acquire a tangible form, was a prime example of this phenomenon. Due to the doll's youthful appearance, she often found her age misinterpreted, looking as if she were around 19 years old, which suited her just fine.

     “In any case, it’s not just about that, it’s also about getting scared for fun,” Gray commented.

     “Eh, what’s there to be scared about? I'm pretty sure they used stereotypical depictions of monsters to scare human kids in the early years. So with monsters coexisting, kids won’t be scared of them like they used to.”

     “Slasher costumes, spooky houses.”

     “Aren’t you a ghost?”

     “That’s beside the point. There’s still stuff to be scared of.”

     “I don’t think there is, at least not for me.”

     Fear, that jumpy reaction beings have towards something, is often rooted in the fear of death. Most, if not all, fears can be traced back to this primal instinct. Some people fear the water because they don't want to drown, while others fear heights because they dread the thought of falling to their demise.

     For someone like Javelin, he was an anomaly who didn't fear death. And so, there were very few things that could genuinely terrify him. You could jump out of nowhere, and he wouldn't flinch in the slightest.

      "Well, you could at least get a costume for Papyrus's party," Gray suggested.

      Javelin took a moment to ponder her words. After some contemplation, he agreed, "Fine, I could at least do that for him." He began rummaging inside his bag for more candy. “What kind of costume should I wear?”     Gray tapped her forehead a few times, her eyes scanning the surroundings as they both pondered the dilemma. "Well, what do you like?" she asked, hoping to draw some inspiration.

     Javelin scratched his head, deep in thought. "Hmm, I guess something causal," he responded.

     They continued their candy-fueled brainstorming session. Javelin thought to himself that he would want something casual, not to stand out too much. Gray had thousands of ideas, a royal guard was a good one, plus she knew where to find some spare armor. But also he could wear a king costume, or maybe a devil costume. There were so many ideas, Gray couldn’t think of one.     But Javelin noticed her enthusiastic face while thinking, which worried him. But like a lightbulb, an idea lit up in her head. 

     “What if we ask my cousin, Mettaton? He is a fashion expert. I’m pretty sure he can help, plus he’s coming into town from his world tour to come see us.”

     “Mettaton? Do you mean that fashion robot on magazines and stuff?”

      “Yep! He’s my cousin. And he should be in town. Let me call him.”     “So he’s a ghost monster too?”

     “Yep, you should know about him since Alphys is the one who built his body.”

     Javelin raised an eyebrow, considering that he had seen that robot guy on TV and in magazines before. If Alphys had built his body, it made sense. However, the idea of having a famous supermodel create his Halloween costume was something he didn't expect. Honestly, he would prefer just putting on a pumpkin shirt and calling it a day. Nonetheless, he was already committed to the idea, so he gave a silent thumbs-up, signaling his agreement.

     As Gray engaged in her phone call, the two of them waited on the sidewalk for a few minutes. They chatted casually while waiting.

     The atmosphere suddenly shifted when the distant sound of loud music began to draw near, gradually growing louder. The booming music caused Javelin to cringe inwardly, but his smile remained intact as if he was holding a poker face. On the other hand, Gray was well aware of who was approaching, especially as a sleek pink limousine pulled up in front of them.

     The arrival of the limousine was an unmistakable sign that her cousin, Mettaton, was on the scene. The music, glamor, and extravagance were his trademarks.     The backseat doors of the limousine swung open, and to the surprise of the two, a plush red carpet unraveled itself before them. With a flourish, a tall, flamboyantly dressed robot stepped out. He was a vision of glamor and confidence, with striking red high heels and a beautifully draped pink scarf elegantly wrapped around his neck.

     Mettaton was a sight to behold, radiating star power and charisma, even on a quiet Halloween night. His presence added a touch of showbiz flair to the otherwise ordinary street.

     Mettaton's outstretched arms pulled Javelin and Gray into a warm and tight embrace. "Darling! It's good to see you again!" he exclaimed with a beaming smile.

     "It's great to see you too!" Gray happily replied, her own smile matching her cousin's exuberance.

     The robot looked towards Javelin who was smiling as well. But on the inside, he questioned if it was necessary to give such a big hug to someone who should be a stranger to him. Mettaton loosened his grip on him. “Oh, and you must be Javelin!”     “You know me?”

     "How could I not know about one of my closest friend's adoptive kids? Honestly, I didn't expect it to be a human child, though. Those two have made quite the choice." 

     “I see…”

     With a playful and theatrical flair, Mettaton booped Javelin's nose, with the latter questioning it. He then turned to Gray with an inquisitive expression.

     "So, Gray, you asked me to...?" Mettaton prompted curiosity in his voice.

     "Javelin doesn't know what he wants to wear for Halloween, and you're a fashion expert."

     Mettaton's gloved fingers came together like a camera lens, and he proceeded to examine Javelin from every angle. "Ah, yes, you're absolutely right. Where is your costume, darling?" he inquired, his tone both playful and discerning.

     Javelin looked around and shrugged. "I don't have one...?" he replied with a hint of uncertainty. All he was wearing was a simple outfit consisting of blue shorts and a red tank top.

     Mettaton was quite critical about Javelin's attire. "So you're going to a Halloween party without a costume?" he inquired, raising an impeccably sculpted eyebrow.

     “Y-yeah?”

     Shaking his head, Mettaton replied, "That's no good," he remarked with a disapproving tone.

     Javelin, however, seemed unfazed by the ‘fashion expert's’ judgment. "You don't even have a costume either.”

     With a dramatic flair, Mettaton declared, "Well, of course I do. I'm dressing up as a superstar, darling, which is me!" He struck a confident and striking pose, embodying his signature style. The display made Javelin cringe inwardly even more than before, but like all ways, kept a straight face that only the best poker players could achieve.

     The boy wasn’t all too excited about what was about to happen, it was almost like a gut feeling. But he gave the robot a chance.       Maybe it would be that bad, He thought.

+++

      Amidst a sea of costume options that included pumpkins, polar bears, cats, judges, fish, and even a few cartoon characters, Mettaton went through an assortment of outfits. He playfully tossed some over the stall where Javelin was quickly trying them on.

     "Try this!" Mettaton suggested, tossing a sea monster costume over the stall. Javelin caught it, though one look at the costume made his face scrunch up in mild distaste. Despite his reservations, he decided to put it on.

     Opening the stall door, Javelin was met with weird faces from everyone.

     “Yep, that’s definitely not it, back to the stall,” Mettaton said.  

     Javelin reluctantly went back inside.

     "Have you ever thought about simply asking the kid what he enjoys?" remarked a figure standing next to the robot. This individual bore a human-like appearance with distinctive cat-like ears and a tail. It was Mew Mew, another cousin of Mettaton, who served as his fashion designer. Mew Mew was a ghost monster inhabiting a life-sized doll modeled after a character from an old anime.

      "Mew, darling, I am a fashion expert!" he proclaimed with unwavering confidence. "I know precisely what I'm doing."

     "I wasn't doubting your skill," Mew Mew clarified, "I was simply wondering if you were paying attention to what the kid wants."

      Overhearing them from the stall, Javelin opened it and sighed. “She’s right. I don’t think all these costumes are for me honestly.”

     “But darling, you must trust me on this.”

     “I’m thankful for the overly complex costumes and stuff, but I would be fine with something less ‘showy’. I just think-”

     Before Javelin could finalize his decision, Mettaton, with his characteristic flair, tossed a jacket their way. It appeared to be a ragged and torn piece of clothing, seemingly from a character in an old slasher movie. It wasn't particularly showy or extravagant, but that was fine for him.

     He caught it and looked at it for a moment. “Alright, I guess I can give it one more try,” Javelin said.

     After a brief moment inside the changing area, Javelin emerged wearing the costume he had chosen. Mettaton, the ever-exacting fashionista, used his fingers to create a makeshift camera and examined the kid from all angles. "Yes, yes. I like it!" he declared with enthusiasm.

     Javelin seemed content with his choice. "Uh, yeah, it feels alright. I definitely prefer this over everything else you gave me."

     Gray, who had taken a seat on a bench nearby, chimed in. "Hold up. The costume came with a hockey mask. Wanna put that on too?"

     “Sure, but not on my face directly,” Javelin said.

     With the hockey mask secured to the side of his head, Javelin looked a bit eerie but embraced the simplicity of the costume. While it may have been basic, he found a certain charm in its straightforwardness. Sometimes, less was more, and for Javelin, this costume suited his style just fine.

     "Hope you know, you're all late for that party," Mew Mew chimed in

     “Darling, it’s fine being a bit fashionably late to a party.”

     “Even if it’s forty-five minutes late?”

     Mettaton responded nonchalantly saying, "Darling, it's fine being a bit fashionably late to a party."

     "Even if it's forty-five minutes late?"     The word "Eh…" left everyone in a state of bewildered silence once more, as they exchanged rapid glances. They were no longer just “Fashionably late.” They missed almost a half of the party, just to get Javelin a costume he didn’t really need.

+++

     Inside Papyrus's Halloween party, the atmosphere was a delightful blend of spooky and whimsical. The living room was adorned with an array of Halloween decorations that evoked a playful sense of the eerie. Jack-o'-lanterns with grinning faces were strategically placed around the room, their candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. Cobwebs draped over the chandeliers, and bats hung from the ceiling, swaying gently in the air.

     A long table was laden with a plethora of treats, from bowls of punch with floating "eyeballs" to caramel apples and trays of finger-shaped cookies. A cauldron bubbling with a mysterious concoction served as a centerpiece, emitting wisps of artificial steam.

     Guests, both monsters and humans, mingled and enjoyed the festive ambiance. Costumes ranged from classic and spooky to whimsical and creative. Witches, vampires, mummies, and werewolves rubbed shoulders with superheroes, fairytale characters, and historical figures. The variety of costumes added to the lively and colorful spirit of the party.

     Music played everywhere. While Papyrus’s taste wasn’t to everyone’s standards, no one said anything to be nice.

     Papyrus went the extra mile for this party. All to make friends with more people. It was nice and enjoyable for most people inside. He wanted this to be perfect, so perfect that people would remember him for how ‘cool’ he was.

     But… he wasn’t in the house. Actually, he was waiting outside for Javelin, keeping a lookout for Undyne. He couldn’t help but keep a lookout for the kid, after all, he considered Javelin a close friend. But he considered anyone he’s had at least one conversation with a ‘close friend.’

     But, he wouldn’t have to wait much longer as Mettaton’s limousine pulled up in front of the house. Javelin walked out with his new costume and as always, Papyrus was enthusiastic. Saying, “WOWIE! WHAT A NICE COSTUME!”     Javelin walked up to him, embarrassed scratching his head. “Thanks! But it's nothing flashy, just something basic to wear.”     “But it still looks amazing on you.”     “Thank.”

    He then walked inside to join everyone.

[aajjks]

it’s about to get messy

reward!jungkook

everyone isn’t too happy with syelle’s decision to go back to jungkook. they knew she deserved better, especially hoseok who glares at jungkook every chance he gets. maybe syelle forgave him but he won’t. what he did was disrespectful and he knows syelle still thinks about it.

her guard may be let down but there’s always this cloud looming over sy’s shoulder telling her how she’ll never be as good as you. even though jungkook said it was ‘sexual attraction’ she knew he was in love with you. it was as if you were everything he ever wanted and needed compared to her.

syelle doesn’t understand why but she beats herself up for not being like you. you whose body is much more appealing than her’s. you who has confidence when syelle has none. you whose sex appeal is like an aphrodisiac while syelle has none. it’s easy to see why jungkook left her and maybe he’ll go back.

when syelle gets home from work, she greets jungkook then heads upstairs to their bedroom to sit on their NEW mattress. yes, brand new. as in, there was no way in hell syelle would even LOOK at the mattress jungkook committed his infidelity on.

tiredly, syelle removes the top of her nurse scrub but before she could remove anything else, jungkook comes in with good news. “Hey!!? Sy? I got tickets to see Dune 2- I know you love that pretty boy actor so why don’t we go and watch the movie?” he says and syelle’s jaw drops.

“So is it a yes??”

“duh!! of course it’s a yes!! timothée chalamet is in it!! thank you so much, jungkook”

syelle wants to go in for a hug but decides against it and just focuses on the ticket. she does overhear him talking about his parents but that isn’t until next week so she doesn’t worry too much about it.

“Well then get ready soon- the shows tonight- i got us front seats babe.”

“o-okay!” syelle stutters when she hears jungkook call her ‘babe.’ “i’ll be quick okay?”

she then rushes to take off her nurse scrubs and tosses them in her dirty clothes bin before hurrying to the shower. once she’s finished washing up, she lathers herself, and takes a few moments to pick out an outfit for their movie date.

syelle is so excited and so happy that jungkook has been putting in so much effort into their relationship. she just hopes it’s not forced.

“okay!!! i’m ready!!!” yells syelle from the bathroom. she touches up the curls of her pixie cut, glosses up her lips, and uses some make up to accentuate her freckled face.

“so, how do i look?”

(https://pin.it/76uzxqCg2)

“if it’s too much i can take it off”

WOW.

That’s the first word that comes into his mind when he lays his eyes on his wife- jungkook also put on a tshirt with jeans, showing off his muscles, and the tattooed arm.

But- Syelle looks gorgeous- the top on her is beautiful the color is bringing out her complexion even more. He never noticed her beauty because he was so in love with you.

But now it’s just about him and his wife. There’s no more you.

“W-Wow” he breathes out, his heart is fluttering, just like the way you used to make it- he’s so shocked right now. She looks really out of this world

Yellow is not even his favorite color but she’s rocking it. “ wow, you look gorgeous.. Sy.” He exclaims, and she blushes furiously.

Jungkook smiles in return because she is so cute. “ you look really pretty.” he says it again and she’s not used to his praise and he knows that, so Jungkook goes to her, and takes her hand gently.

He’s going to mend her broken heart, he’s going to make her the happiest woman alive, because that’s what she deserves, and he was too blind to see it-

Because he used to have tunnel vision when it came to you.

“should we leave now?”

Once, if she nods her head, they’re both in the car and driving to the cinema. The drive isn’t too awkward because Syelle definitely knows how to hold a conversation with him and he gives her answers, unlike yours, her voice is a little softer and shy.

After a few minutes, he’s parking the car in the parking lot of the cinema and soon they both find themselves inside. he’s glad that he chose nighttime for the films show.

No one will bother them, and they will get to spend some quality time together he knows he has to earn her trust and love back.

“Just wait here until I get the popcorn OK?” He instructs her, and like the good girl that she always was, and she listens to her husband. “do you want to go to the bathroom? Feel free to do so. I’ll take the popcorn and wait for you here.”

Jungkook goes to the popcorn bar and waits for his turn.

It’s gonna be fun.