#silly bug with pastries/chocolate

[l3m0nflavoredst1mz]

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[love-marimo]

periwinkle angel ♡ (kamisato ayato x reader)

ㅡ hehe, just a little something for the birthday boy, ayato ♡ although it's a bit late ~

He is quiet but graceful. Calm but mischievous. He is dutiful but cunning. Yet, even with these stark differences in his character, and behind his all too familiar and gentle smile he displays as a farce for everyone to see ー a facade as hard as the bedrock, a protection he wears due to his strong distrust on most people ー you captured him. You stole his heart, like a Mirror Maiden having him wrapped around your finger.

Kamisato Ayato is a noble who leads like an emperor. He is obsessive and diplomatic, but he is also loyal and kind. Within the chambers of the Kamisato household, he inspires his loved ones with warmth and he reaches great lengths to fulfill your favors.

If that means cancelling all his plans as the Yashiro Commissioner to spend a pleasant afternoon bubble tea and latte tasting with you? Then you don't have to worry as he just hit two birds with one stone.

If there are three things he loves in all of Teyvat, then it would be his bubble tea, his lovely little sister Ayaka and you.

Oh, dear you.

He sits by the terrace with a lovesick look on his face as you name all the drinks that Thoma and the other maids have prepared, all to your liking. Freshly brewed and mixed, all for the both of you to enjoy.

"Although it is a bit late, I asked Thoma for help in preparing these drinks for us. I love latte as much as you love bubble tea, but it would be lovely if we try out other flavors and indulge on these pastries on your special day." you chimed happily as you sit across the table.

Oh, you. He is going to melt because of you. Ayato almost forgot that it's his birthday due to how swamped with work he truly is. You weren't going to let that slide, and he loves you more for it.

"These are lovely selections my love, perfect for the current weather too. Summer is fast approaching and you couldn't have picked a better time." He beams, clasping his hands together as he sets his gaze on the array of drinks before you.

"Oh, that reminds me, we have been preparing for the Spring festival. Bubble tea tasting would be a splendid activity for the young folk to enjoy." He adds, deciding to take a sip of the chocolate bubble tea.

"You really think about work all the time, Ayato. But, I agree. These took quite some time to make though." You say, also deciding to pick a drink of your choice.

"Hmm, this one has a slight bitter taste to it, but it is complimented by the sugary flavor of the pearls. This would be cocoa?" Ayato inquires.

"Yes, the cocoa used was imported from Fontaine a few months ago. How do you like it?" You reply.

"It's just right, the taste of the chocolate is a bit too strong for me. I'll try this blue one next."

"That one's blueberry. It matches the color of your hair doesn't it? I told them to brew it until it reaches a periwinkle shade, to match!" You chuckle.

Ayato looks at you fondly. His lips curved into a smile, one that is not reserved for diplomatic affairs, but one that screams "I love you" all over it.

It's silly, really ー how he turns into a love bug when he's with you. How he seemingly lets go of any formalities and displays his pure nature, all for you to love and embrace in your arms.

The sun is setting in a lovely shade of pink and purple. You have tried almost all of the drinks and have shared countless conversations about the days that passed that you weren't together. And that ends with one resolution:

"I think I still like my matcha latte better." You say, finishing the said drink after. Ayato laughs.

"I would say the same. Nothing competes with the classic flavor of Black bubble tea."

You took a seat next to him and asked, "Did you like this fun little date?" holding his arm and looking up to him, expecting the obvious.

The periwinkle angel smiles and kisses you lovingly.

"Naturally. I wouldn't mind doing this again at the Spring festival."

ー Lolita

[onlyfreds]

💌 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐥 - send me a character and scenario/dialogue prompt and I’ll write a letter to you from them

The reader loves animals and magical creatures so she decides to go discover the forbidden forest, with Remus. While there, she was discovering animals and stuff while Remus tried to warn her to be careful but she wasnt really listening to him. That is until she gets hurt by an animal (you decided which one 😂) and Remus is worried sick and brings her to the hospital wing, where he keeps on checking on her and helping heal her wounds. And maybe at the end they confess 🤭

Also huge huge huge congrats on the milestone I'm so happy for you, you're an amazing writer and amazing friend 💖💖💖💖 ily

Thank you so much for participating!

my 1.3k rom-com night is closed!

Remus writing you a letter while you’re in the hospital wing

My dearest Y/N,

I would be next to you right now if I could, but Madam Pomfrey kicked me out of the hospital wing and told me not to come back until after dinner.

I hope you’re feeling better. I did warn you about being careful but you could be a little too stubborn to listen at times. 

There’s only 30 minutes left before I am allowed back into the hospital wing and I promise you that I’ll be there immediately - I’ll even sleep there if Madam Pomfrey doesn’t kick me out.

I’ll also bring you some chocolates and some pumpkin pastries from dinner (I know they’re your favorite).

(James has been bugging me for the past 10 minutes so I’ll just go out with it). You asked me why I am so persistent on staying by your side even if it’s nothing major. The answer is because I love you - more than a friend should. I know it’s silly but I hate seeing you hurt. I have loved you for the past 3 years and counting. I’ll love you even until the day I die.

(Hopefully you don’t scream at me when I enter the hospital wing - that by some small chance, you feel the same.)

Much love,

Remus

[mezzomorendo]

Meet the Mun.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Zack has been a staple of my life since I first picked up Crisis Core wayyyyy back in 2009-2010 ish. Ever since I saved up every penny from chores and babysitting to get a PSP specifically to play it, I was obsessed with him and his story. I never played OG 7, so all I knew was Zack's life and his story and I loved him. I still do, and to this day he's a giant influence on me. I have an intense emotional connection with this character, and as an adult I see now why I connected with him so much. He was exactly what I needed as a lost, confused kid who didn't understand why I was the way I was. I picked Zack up as a muse a couple years ago, when I finally decided to try my hand at writing him. For the longest time he was just someone I admired, and now I get to infuse him with even more love. <3

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

I'm not super fond of a lot of action scenes? Fights are really hard for me to do. I also don't tend to do things like torture or other darker subjects like that because I'm just here to have fun and do character exploration LMAO.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

FLUFF!!!!!! SHIPS!!!!!!!!!!! Really whatever lets me explore him being happy and alive and a person outside of the narrative. He really is defined by his death, so I love to explore who he is outside of war and dying.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Not gonna lie, quite a few are me projecting onto him LMAO. But usually the way I write HCs are from a handful of prompting questions. Some examples are below <3 "What are the realistic consequences of this part of his life?" This brought me to how long it would likely take him to heal after being riddled with bullets, what is mental state would be like, why he's no longer a combatant, and how he moved from "mercenary" to "EMT" "Would this explain why he is the way he is?" This is a lot of where I'm starting to extrapolate Gongagan culture/history as well as expanding on his family. It's also where i got him being poly and ADHD!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Music for more intense scenes, but often time it's just whatever random youtube video is playing in the background for me. I do have an entire Zack playlist on Spotify I use when I really need to get IC though.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Eh, wing them usually. Sometimes I do a bit of planning over discord by throwing around IC thoughts or plots, but usually it's very spur of the moment. Zack doesn't do a lot of pre-planning himself so I don't tend to either.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

HELL FUCKING YEAH I AM! I've elaborated on it in my rules but genuinely I love shipping with Zack. He's so full of love and care and it's hard for him not to catch feelings for people. He's also defined by the amount of love he gives - he loves so strongly, and all the time. I won't force ship, but even if you're like "hey i have a silly crackship" gimme.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Kei! :D It's the name I use in dating sims and it's stuck LMAO

ᴀɢᴇ?

25+

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

Soon, actually! Late April.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Blues and blacks <3

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Depends on my mood tbh but right now it's like. 90% of KINGDOM's work lolol especially Last Flower - i am WAITING for the day they eventually release it to streaming ;w;

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Advent Children, actually! I got to watch it with my BF who had never seen it before and it was sooooo much fun LMAO.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Uhhhhh Apothecary Diaries I think? I think the last thing I watched was the finale for that.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

The Soda Wave on youtube's Pruno Faustino cover of Soleil by Tiara <3 I love that voicebank they made SO MUCH and it's so pretty

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

PASTRIES! Everything from Chocolate Lava Cake to croissants to mochi to whatever! I looooove pastries so much <3

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Fall. Bugs are dead and can't scare me and i'm not having issues with temperature regulation

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Not really? I just have a lotta good friends :>

tagged by: well really stolen from @reapersxfolly (it's not letting me @ u gomenasorry)

tagging: whoever wants to do it!

[binkyfishh]

I'd love some small headcannons about katy!

ALRIGHT... cracks my knuckles.... let's see how many i can think of

katy is a trans woman and bi !

she is originally from kalos so she has a strong french accent

this person is actually my headcanon voice for her lol

she's very sweet, bubbly, and a little dorky at times, but i think she's the kind of person to slip in a really intense sick burn on someone. makes the group go CRAZY with how she comes out of nowhere with the most hilarious diss ever.

some ppl say it doesn't make sense for her to not have a fidough/daschbun, but i think she has to keep fidough out of her bakery because they produce waaay too much yeast for all of her carefully crafted recipes. she has a process for how she does things! plus i'm sure there's been times where she or another employee mistook a sleeping fidough inside of a large metal bowl as just a regular piece of dough. she loves those lil thangs but also STAY OUT OF HER BAKERY....

katy is very much one of those Beige Girl Aesthetic people... everything is beige... kinda makes me

her tarountula is Definitely her baby... of course she loves all of her pokemon dearly but i feel like that little round guy is the youngest of her pokemon. i can see it riding around on her shoulder because it always likes to be close to katy

on the other hand, her teddiursa is the biggest troublemaker. it's always eating the honey and fruits she has out for her pastries. katy can never stay mad at her little teddy bear but she has definitely had a silly cussing-under-her-breath moment about it

her heracross has definitely gotten into the honey before as well, but i feel like it is better disciplined and has more self-restraint! for katy's sake!

katy has a pollen allergy, which is why none of the bug types she owns are pollinator bugs like butterflies or bees. she tends to stay indoors once allergy season hits, especially with all of those olive trees around cortondo

she prefers fruity desserts over desserts that are chocolate or caramel. especially if there's some sourness to them to go alongside the sweetness

katy is REALLY good at baking but her cooking skills are only a little better than average. like it's not bad by any means and still makes for a yummy meal but it's nothing compared to the pastries and bread she bakes

she loves winter time and cold weather in general because it gives her an excuse to heat up her own home by baking all day. nothing better than warm bread on a cold day

her house is very sophisticated and adult-like in terms of its neutral colored walls, floors, and furniture. but she has cute things like bug pokemon plushies or little statue trinkets scattered about that makes her home feel cozy. she has lots of pictures around her house too that really make the space feel lived in

this is all i can think of as of right now!!! i hope this is enough! this was rlly fun to brainstorm

[frozendeity17]

Aaallll fifty of them, in order, punk! :p

Alright, here we go:

Lumity and Percabeth. Yes, I know TOH just ended and TLT won't be coming out for a hot sec, no I do not care.

Never had one specific color, though I've definitely always preferred cooler colors. Used to love greens, but now indigoes, violets, and dark blues are more my style. Still love a good forest green though.

All of the quotes on that one doc abt unlikely posts. Also, "I think it's silly to be ashamed of your art because it's not in a museum and of your voice because it's not selling out stadiums. There will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do." -Tumblr user venuskissed

Private. I'm not one to share my birthday.

Also private. Not today, fae fuck.

See #4.

Honestly, I don't know. I think I give them in all of their forms, but as for receiving, I think affirmation is what does it for me. Might be physical contact though, I do love hugs.

Probably a drama, I did like How to Get Away With Murder, even if I only got through the first season and a bit. Designated Survivor was awesome too.

Spain, for one. I don't know what it is about the place, but it has a charm about it for me. Maybe it's the weather. Aside from that, Greece and Italy would be awesome. I'm a little bit of a mythology nerd, so seeing all of the temples and wonders built for these ancient gods sounds like an awesome experience. If I could choose more, Norway and Iceland are both incredibly beautiful places, and I do kind of prefer the cold. Also, I've always wanted to see the aurora borealis in person.

Ooph, this one is difficult. There are a lot of great scents out there. Vanilla's a long-standing favorite, I remember once bringing a bottle of it to school once to show to my friends. Cinnamon rolls smell delicious, as does that smell from the candles we always used to buy. It might've been sandalwood, but I've never been quite sure. Also, there's this one perfume my mom's worn for as long as I can remember - it's a little too sharp to be entirely pleasant, but it's flowery, and nostalgic for me.

"City of Angels" by Em Beihold. She also wrote the trending songs "Numb Little Bug" - the "Do you ever get a little bit tired of life" one - and dueted "Until I Found You" with Stephen Sanchez. I think her songs "Too Precious" and "12345" are also really good.

Stalker. But seriously, probably one of the places listed in #9, or back home, as I have some stuff to do there.

Vanilla. Most pure chocolate ice creams have a bad aftertaste.

Donuts. I don't know what it is about cake, but I've never seemed to like it all that much, even the good ones. It is, honestly, my least favorite dessert that I'll actually eat - I even like eclairs, which are literally just pastry around messy whipped cream that gets everywhere, more than cake. I particularly hate it with that weird gel writing on it. Just...urgh. Donuts are chill tho, and I'll never turn down a solid frosted with sprinkles or Boston Creme.

Black. It's reliable, doesn't stain easily, works well in formal outfits, doesn't show sweat stains, and works on most complexions. Also, I never really wear much color regardless. I would miss that one blue dress shirt I really like - it's comfy as hell.

Haven't read one in ages, despite my massive TBR, but off the top of my head, probably "With great power comes great need to take a nap," by Nico di Angelo from PJO, if only because of how ridiculous yet true it is.

If I can't handle myself In a fight, I'm not subjecting any of y'all to that.

Ice cream. It's more reliable and easily accessible for me, and frankly, cotton candy is too dry as a dessert.

A famous engineer, hopefully. Being an author would be cool, too.

I do not have pet peeves, I am a pet peeve.

Basic Bitch. I suck at fashion and aesthetics and currently have neither the desire nor the capability to improve. My wardrobe is composed entirely of thin shorts, tracksuit pants, and t-shirts, with a singular formal suit. Might try to start painting my nails soon, see how that goes.

As prideful as it may sound, my intelligence. I don't have much street sense, to say the least, but I have a good factual memory, am good at logic puzzles, and am a quick reader, and I'm rather proud of that.

Saturday. Nothing to occupy that day, nor the day after. It's excellent. My favorite weekday? Probably Thursday. Dunno why, it just vibes the best.

I am SUCH a bad night owl. I don't even know why, I always regret it in the mornings too. I guess it's just kinda freeing, not having the expectations.

Neither, hot chocolate reigns supreme.

This is the first half, the second half to come, as Tumblr apparently has a character limit.

[batlingsstuff]

|| DREAM SMP HEADCANONS ||

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

hello! this is my first time doing headcanons, and i just want to clarify some things:

sadly, i won't be doing requests because i'm busy af with school and i dont want to dissapoint anyone, but you can drop some suggestions and i would think about it! it would be really nice :)

also i won't be writing romantic headcanons for minors or those who are uncomfortable with it, but i can do platonic headcanons for them! ^^

i won't be doing nsfw headcanons either, because i'm uncomfy with sexualizing real people and just writing nsfw in general :)

also, please tell me if someone is uncomfortable with fanfics and/or headcanons and i will erase that part as fast as possible, thanks for passing by! - batling

✦ means platonic

✦ characters : ranboo, tubbo, tommy, philza, techno and jschlatt

♥ means romantic

♥ characters: quackity, wilbur, nihachu, dream, george, sapnap, eret, karl, fundy and bbh

keywords:

(y/n) : your name

(n/n) : nickname

(p/p) : pizza place

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – John Green

┌────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┐

SLEEPOVERS

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GENDER NEUTRAL

└────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┘

♥ Quackity

oh boy

i just have two words for this one: pure chaos

he will punch you with a pillow if you try to sleep

and you will be MAD at this

grabbing a pillow and hitting him RIGHT IN THE FACE with all your strenght

he'll probably fake cry about it, saying that you hurt him

after a while of pillow fighting, you guys got tired and plopped into the bed, snuggling into eachother and just enyoing the comfortable silence before drifting to sleep

♥ Wilbur

you two will probably blast hamilton and scream the lyrics till the neighbours wake up and you get angry knocks at your door

and you will laugh at that, lowering the speaker's volume and telling him to lower his voice aswell to avoid your neighbours calling the police

then you'll eat snacks and talk about anything that pops into your mind, laughing at the most silly jokes

he will sing sweet songs to you, making you fall asleep to his calming voice

summary: fluff

♥ Nihachu

you and her will bake pastries at a very late hour

she REALLY enjoys baking with you bc she thinks it's a great way to spend time with you

all this girl wants is to spend her time by your side, doing particularlly anything like streaming, baking, playing games and going outside for a walk and/or shopping

once you finished baking, she will kiss your cheek multiple times. that's her way to tell you that you did a great job :)

you'll spend the rest of the night cuddling, eating your pastries and watching some random movie, commenting about how bad it is and laughing

♥ Dream

bruh

this bitch will speedrun the sleepover

is it possible to speedrun a sleepover? maybe

you'll spend the rest of the night probably playing uncharted 3: drake's deception in his old ps3

after a while, you guys got bored from uncharted and went to his pc to play amnesia: the dark descent

there are 2 options:

you will be scared as fuck and will avoid looking at the screen when you think something bad will happen or when some body will come out from a drawer

or you will be totally chill with it, laughing hard when clay pisses his pants for real when he encounters the gatherer

you named the gatherer 'bob' :)

♥ George

he'll take you to the rooftop

and pushes you so you fall to your death

i mean

he gets blankets and pillows so you can stargaze together

he'll teach you the constelations while pointing them, excited about every single one of them

"look (y/n), that's the ursa major!"

he'll have hot chocolate prepared too, so you don't get cold while stargazing

you try your best to not fall asleep on the rooftop

but eventually fail

when he notices you're asleep, he stops talking about the constellations and carries you to your bedroom, giving you a goodnight kiss and leaving you in your bed so you can have a peaceful rest

♥ Sapnap

hey mamas

i don't know what sapnap will do in a sleepover so i will just improvise B)

you will watch anime together

not any kind of anime, like that romance-comedy bullcrap

no fuck that

you will watch the classy angsty anime like madoka magica

WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY

you will fucking cry because of literally anything that happens to the characters

"(y/n) why are you crying it's just a show"

'IT'S NOT ANY SHOW SAPNAP IT'S FUCKING MADOKA MAGICA OF COURSE I'M GOING TO CRY'

the last chapter made you fucking cry harder

AUTHOR HERE I WAS CRYING SO MUCH WHEN IT ENDED

yeah you will basically watch anime with him, cry about it and he will comfort you and bring you a glass of water so you don't have a terrible headache after it

I KNOW THIS HEADCANON SUCKED I'M SO SORRY

♥ Eret

KINGG <3

you two will plan a picnic in your yard

yes your yard

he'll bring a ton of snacks and you'll buy a few drinks

you two spend the rest of the picnic talking about your future and enjoying the snacks

then, he'll make you stand up and will teach you how to dance tango

and of course you will mess everything up

and you even stomped on his feet accidentally, making him wimper

but he brushed off the pain and laughed at your concerned face

after calming down his laughter, he gave you a passionate kiss and hugged you tightly

i love eret ok

♥ Karl Jacobs

this man.

this man is the definition of sweet

you'll spend the night cuddling and making cute pet names for eachother

he will definetely give you a great back massage if you're stressed

then he'll start writing love letters full of things he adore of you

and you'll do the same for him

after that, you will share your letters and just snuggle and smile at the sweet things you guys wrote for eachother

he will deffo shower you with kisses when he finishes reading your letter, telling you that you're the nicest person on earth

and that he loves you so so much

♥ Fundy

i'm a huge fundy simp ok

he will bring his piano to your house and you guys will compose a melody together

he will let you sit on his lap while you play the piano/keyboard with him

fundy will basically teach you how to play basic piano songs

you asked him if you guys could play megalovania together

he said no :(

but still you got to play nice songs together without messing up

and when you got the hang of it, he snuggled his face in your neck and kissed you there genly

and when you got tired, he started playing very calming songs and you fell asleep in his lap, snuggling into his chest

he gently carried to your room and will sleep beside you putting a fair distance so you can have a comfortable sleep!

♥ BadBoyHalo

bbh supremacy

he will get rat ready so you can snuggle with her too :)

you guys will mainly play with rat and talk about life in general

he will call you tons of cute pet names

ofc he will call you muffin it's bbh who we're talking about

he will talk about how bad he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

after a while, he will take you to his kitchen and start making muffins together

he will guide you on how to bake 'em though

you guys had a great time making muffins and cuddling with him and rat :)

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✦ Ranboo

tall mf gives the best piggy back rides

when he gets to your house there is a 100% chance he will bump his head on the door frame

and there is a 100% chance you will make fun of him because of that

"(y/n) please stop laughing my head hurts :("

you'll give him some ice to put on his head while you two play minecraft on your ps4

you will bring snacks too and ask him if his head is better

"yeah, thank you (n/n)"

he will pull you in a hug so you can be comfy together while you play good ol' minecraft

because ranboo surely doesn't play anything besides fucking minecraft

stfu that video of him playing spooky's jump scare mansion doesn't exist

✦ Tubbo

SWEET BE BOYY <3

he will gift you a bee plushie

expect a lot of (FRIENDLY) hugs from him

like fundy, you guys will play piano together

you guys are most likely to prank call some random numbers AND your friends

and you accidentally called some random pizza place

"hello! this is (p/p), may i take your order?"

you were nervous and didn't know what to say

UNTIL YOU CAME UP WITH A GREAT IDEA

"hello? are you there?"

'hi yes, i would like to order 7 extra large pepperoni pizzas to (tommy's adress).'

"oh- okay! uhm- they will arrive in a few hours. are you okay with that?"

'yes ma'am, thank you.'

when you ended the call, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, knowing that tommy will be so mad at you guys-

✦ Tommy

like quackity, PURE. CHAOS.

you guys will obviously stream your sleepover

doing a q&a stream :)

tubbo and wilbur will probably crash your stream and start spamming things like 'MEETUP??' and 'DIDN'T GET AN INVITE'

you guys laughed and added them to the call

"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU GUYS INVITE ME?" wilbur shouted

'i'm sorry willlll'

you kept playing minecraft with wilbur, tubbo and quackity too since he crashed your stream like an hour later

after the stream, you got up and plopped on the mattress that was on the floor

"tired?"

'yeah'

"okay, good night big (initial)"

✦ Philza

POG

YEAHHH SLEEPOVER WITH THE MINECRAFT GOD

AND KRISTIN'S THERE TOO :)))

and oh god you ADORE kristin

i'm pretty sure she's a total sweetheart

it would be like having a sleepover with your parents

only that it's less boring

you guys will watch a movie together, you will be in one side of the couch eating snacks while phil and kristin are in the other cuddling

you'll eventually bug them about it

after the movie, you fell asleep early and philza noticed, talking to kristin about it too

and wrapped a blanket around you so that you get a good rest :)

✦ Technoblade

mr. blood god teaches you the arts of the CRAFT.

yeah i mean it's techno what else does he play besides minecraft

he will play bedwars w/ u, teaching you how to pvp

"bro you kinda suck tbh"

'stfu techno'

he will comment about how bad you are, but tries to help you get better anyways

and when you do a very poggers gamer move, he praises you

and when he praises you you're all :)))

after awhile, he gets tired from watching you play minecraft and suggest watching anime

fucking weeb

i mean

uh

other thing you guys do together in a sleepover is playing and commenting about pokemon

if you don't like pokemon get tf out of here /J

i was joking please don't leave i respect your tastes

✦ Jschlatt

ooooh boy

get ready for a session of wii training

that's all you guys will do

play wii sports and some other shit like wii music

he will laugh his ass of if you fall while playing wii fit

but he will eventually help you bc outside his funny and shouty persona, he's a really chill guy and a really nice person!

seriously like have you ever seen a theweeklyslap video?

well expect hearing amazing pep talks from him

bc this man is a legend and knows his way to words and is very good at comforting people :)

sometimes you'll rant to him about anything that's happening in your life, and he will listen to you and give you really helpful advice

and you appreciate him so much for that

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

TYSM FOR READING GUYS, i appreciate it if you made it this far :)

i hope you guys really enjoyed these headcanons, it's my first time doing them and aa i'm a bit nervous about posting this but i'll be fine ig

also i'm sorry if there's a grammatical error, english is not my native language and i'm still learning it :) have a nice day/night, drink water and don't fuck up your sleeping schedule!!

[dreaming-day-and-night]

Immediately after Beau and Caleb wake everyone...

Yasha: No, no, no, no, no.... *walks over to Beau and picks her up and holds her exactly as she did on their maiden flight*

Beau: Woah, what’s happening? *blushing and tears in her eyes*

Yasha: We are going on a date. Right now. Caleb, can you send cats to room 9 with candles and tea and pastries and yogurt covered bugs, I— *gets a little choked up*

Caleb: It’s okay. Go. *Caleb looks at Jester and the Nein and they all smile with a nervous look.*

Jester: Go! I love you both. We will make sure you don’t get interrupted. *She winks and wipes away a tear*

Yasha: Thank you all. I can’t wait anymore. Beau, is this okay?

Beau: Um... yeah... I— yeah. Please, let’s.

Beau gets teary eyed in Yasha’s arms as she walks out of the room carrying her. Caleb clears out the main column for them to ascend to room 9. Yasha doesn’t even think. The words just come to her as she ascends to open the iris. She walks into the room, clutching Beau more tightly without realizing it. The cats have beat them there, a spread of tea and pastries and bugs and— chocolate covered strawberries. Nice touch Caleb. Probably Jester’s suggestion.

Yasha sets Beau on a seat at the candle lit table and instead of sitting across from her, she arranges things so they can sit closer. She sits down with her head in her hands for a moment and then looks up at Beau with tears in her eyes...

Yasha: Beau... I’m so sorry this is happening... I am sorry we haven’t been able to have the perfect moment. I know this is far from perfect with all that is going on... We should’ve really made an ice raft and just gone away together, I’m so sorr—

Beau takes Yasha’s head in her hands and turns her to look right into her eyes.

Beau: Yasha. This isn’t your fault. We are here now. I want to do this while I know it’s still me. I want to remember this. I don’t know how this is supposed to go and we both know I’m kind of a dick by default, so I’ll just try not to fuck this up if you’ll just be with me here and give this a shot. What do you say?

Yasha puts her hands over Beau’s as she’s still holding her face toward her. A tear falls down her cheek.

Yasha: Yes. Yes, let’s make this count. *She leans forward to kiss Beau’s forehead and then rests her forehead against Beau’s for a moment.*

Beau takes a deep breath and moves slightly to kiss Yasha. Yasha is momentarily surprised but then instantly soft. They stay close for a long moment, smiling after they pull away.

Yasha: So, let’s grab some bugs and make a toast. To us. To hopefully surviving yet another scary cult. To date number two after all this is done.

Beau: Yes, I look forward to all of that. Maybe some light b&e for date two yeah?

They both laugh and then tap the bugs they selected together before eating them and smiling at the smallness and the silliness of it all. But they know how important this moment is.

Yasha holds onto Beau’s left hand, never letting go of it as they continue their date into the early hours of the morning.

[nonpoeticlover]

Core memories I want to create with my love:

dancing in the kitchen at 3am in the morning with no rhythm or rhyme until our feet get tired

chase sunsets with the windows rolled down and the wind in our faces, wearing our cheap sunglasses we picked out at the dollar store

go to the beach as the sun goes down, lay on a blanket, and watch the sky change colors until the stars come out and we fall asleep in each other's embrace

hike up a mountain at a beautiful national park and have an improvised charcuterie board picnic on top of the world

go through a carwash with all the funky disco lights

bake pastries together that turn into a playful flour fight that ends with us sitting on the kitchen floor exhausted by the fading warmth of the oven eating our slightly burned baked goods

spontaneously go on a night drive, bumping to our favorite songs from our shared playlist on full blast, singing from the heart and completely off tune without shame

grab the giant sled on a snowy day, find the best hill in town and go sledding together, while also trying not to break any bones

drive to the cheapest ski resort, start at the bunny hill and try to refresh our memories on how to ski again, and get hot chocolate as a reward at the end of the day

build a wall out of snow and have a snowball fight, make snow angels, and just lay in the snow next to each other and enjoy the quiet winter day

visit the zoo and try to imitate what the animals would sound like while also pointing out what our favorite animals were when we used to be little kids

go thrifting together and pick out funky outfits for each other to try on in the fitting room and strike funny poses to make the other laugh

go to a state fair, admire the bright lights, win a plush animal in a game, get lost in a mirror maze, and kiss on top of the ferris wheel

find an empty parking lot and do donuts in our shitty cars till the adrenaline rush has us in the backseat

go camping in the middle of nowhere, live our lumberjack dreams for a weekend, shut off from the world, and try not to get eaten by bugs

attend a wedding together, steal loving glances while we hear the bride and groom exchange vows, and dance among our friends suprising everyone with how well we move together

find a hidden creek with a waterfall, take a shower under the waterfall without drowning, swim till we get tired, and lay in the grass listening to the soothing sounds of the water crashing into the little rocks

go to a concert together of an artist we would both enjoy, let the music fill our souls and jump to the beat together in a crowd full of people but feeling like the only people in the room at the same time

have a self-care day, watching our favorite movies with a glass of wine, and giggling at how silly we look in our animal shaped facemasks we got from the Japanese grocery store

[aalissy]

Gossip and House Meetings

Chapter 9 of Dreaming in Black and White is here! I hope you guys like this one! It has a lottt of Adrienette! But don’t worry we’ll get back into the Marichat next chapter hehe! Lemme know if you liked it <3!

AO3

Marinette had a very hectic start to her morning. Unlike yesterday, where she surprisingly woke up on time for school, today she slept straight through her alarm. This led to her small kwami shouting in her ear, as her usual small, playful nudges hadn’t worked. Thus, Marinette’s eyes popped open due to the ringing in her ears and skirted straight to the alarm clock. The glowing, white light screamed that she was already five minutes late for class and with a strangled yelp, the fashion designer threw herself out of bed.

“I’m late! I’m so so late!” Marinette whined as the mattress tangled itself around her legs as she flopped in an ungraceful heap to the ground. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, she grumbled quietly to herself, “You’d think a superhero would have more finesse than this!”

As the small girl shoved herself back up, Tikki giggled cheekily at her, “Yes, but you’re not exactly a superhero right now, are you Marinette?”

“No, I suppose not,” the fashion designer chuckled, “Think Ladybug would be able to do this faster?”

“Almost certainly,” her kwami winked at her, “But unfortunately Marinette, you’re not allowed to use Ladybug for situations like this.”

With a loud sigh Marinette turned to her closet and grabbed her usual clothes, “Still very tempting though,” she shot Tikki a cheeky smile before rushing downstairs after changing. Rolling her eyes, the small bug zipped after her, phasing through the girl’s purse. Kissing her parents goodbye, she grabbed a macaroon before dashing out into the Parisian streets. 

Finally bursting into her classroom with a loud pant, Marinette apologized profusely to her history teacher. With a sheepish grimace, she took her usual seat next to Alya and watched in horror as her teacher began passing out a pop quiz. Tapping her pencil rapidly on her desk, Marinette attempted to recall any of the information she had skimmed last night. Chewing her lip nervously, she soon turned her quiz in, hoping her answers were correct. 

When it was finally lunchtime, Marinette yanked Alya outside, “Woah, calm girl! You look super stressed! What’s up?”

“Oh, Alya,” the fashion designer moaned, dropping her head onto the other girl’s shoulder, “I got almost no sleep last night and I’m pretty sure I did not do well on that quiz.”

The blogger winced, “Ouch, I’m sorry, Mari. If you want to study with me, just let me know. Though I’m sure Luka would be willing to give you a few lessons,” she nudged her, a sly smirk forming on her face.

“Alya!” Marinette whined, her face growing flush.

“Hah! Made you blush!” her best friend teased before her face grew more serious, “But you know that’s true, right? That boy is smitten.” 

Marinette felt her face grow even warmer before a small tap came from behind her shoulder. She yelped, whirling around to see a shocked Adrien staring back at her. 

His face soon relaxed into a gentle smile as he apologized, “Sorry, Marinette. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure you didn’t, golden boy,” Alya stepped forward, her eyes narrowing in on the model in front of her.

Adrien blinked at the junior reporter before his gaze landed back on Marinette, “Well I’m sorry again, but I honestly just wanted to let you know that I can come over to work on the project.”

“That’s great, Adrien! I’ll see you after class then!” Marinette smiled brightly, waving cheerfully at him. He hesitated, his eyes glancing over at Alya before flicking back to her. I swear to God, Adrien, if you ask me if I’m alright being near you one more time, I’m literally gonna throttle you, she thought to herself angrily as her fists clenched briefly.

Before she could do anything stupid like punch him, Alya thankfully stepped in, raising one eyebrow at the boy curiously, “Need anything else, Adrien?”

The model hesitated once again before lifting a hand up to wave at the both of them, “No, sorry. Bye, Alya, bye, Mari!”

Her best friend watched him go with a look of slight confusion, “Oh my god, girl! What did you do to Adrien?”

“Huh?!” Marinette quickly whirled around from watching Adrien to face Alya with alarm, “W-what do you mean!?”

“That boy is absolutely infatuated with you! Did you see the way he looked at you?! It was like he barely even acknowledged my existence.”

“What?!” she screeched, her cheeks warming as she tugged on her pigtails, causing Alya to laugh, “Don’t be crazy, Alya! Adrien rejected me, remember?! Obviously he’s not in love with me!”

“Uh-huh, try telling that to him. I’m telling you that boy is in love,” the interviewer tsked slightly before shaking her head, “Poor Luka.”

Marinette’s lips tightened into a fine line, “Please stop, Alya! You know I’m still trying to get over him and this seriously isn’t helping!” she huffed before storming off to the bakery for lunch.

“Alright, alright,” Alya chuckled, quickening her steps to catch up with the girl, “All I’m saying is that Adrien might not want you to do that.” 

“One more word out of you, Alya, and I swear you won’t be getting any free pastries for lunch!” Marinette spun around, jabbing a finger at the other girl’s chest.

“Just let me know how the study date goes?” Alya asked hopefully, to which she received a fierce glare, “Fine, fine! My lips are sealed!” she mimed zipping her lips closed and threw away the key.

As the two girls neared the bakery, Marinette nibbled on her lower lip in thought, “Though you are right. Adrien has been acting differently. I swear it’s like he’s been actively seeking me out. I’m pretty certain it’s to make sure we’re still ‘friends’ though.”

Her best friend chuckled, “Well I would respond but somebody told me to keep my mouth shut.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Fine. I give you permission to speak now.”

Alya shrugged, “Can’t. I threw away the key, remember.”

Marinette groaned before whining, “Ugh, Alya, please.”

“Well, to be completely honest with you Mari, I think being ‘just friends’ is the last thing on that boy’s mind. Whether he knows it or not.” 

The fashion designer sighed as she opened the bakery door, “But that doesn’t make any sense. If he actually wanted to be more than friends he had the perfect opportunity last week when I asked him out. Besides he told me then that he was in love with someone else,” Marinette shrugged.

“Maybe that’s changed then,” Alya said before ducking into the bakery.

A brief smile flickered across her face before she shook her head furiously. No, she scolded herself in her head, I won’t let you go thinking that Adrien’s in love with you when he’s made it very clear he’s not. We’re getting over him one way or another! 

“Hi, Maman! Hi, Papa!” Marinette waved cheerfully, an actual smile forming on her face as she followed after Alya. Her smile grew as they beamed back at her from behind the counter.

“Hello girls!” Sabine chirped, “The usual?”

“Yes please, Mme. Cheng. Thank you!” her best friend said happily.

Within a few moments, they both had a plate filled with hot chocolate croissants and macarons. With a quick kiss to her parents’ cheeks, Marinette thanked them profusely before leading Alya upstairs. Once seated at the desk in her bedroom, she began chomping on one of her chocolate croissants as her thoughts drifted back to her last conversation with Luka, “You know, Adrien was kinda weird around Luka, too.”

“Ooh, Adrien and Luka had a stand-off and you didn’t tell me?! Spill, please!” Alya leaned her head on her fist as she stared at Marinette eagerly. 

“It wasn’t a stand-off,” she giggled before taking a deep breath as she thought back to yesterday, “I just thought it was kinda weird that he came over and put his arm around my shoulders when he’s never done that before,” Marinette shrugged. Her best friend began cackling, dropping her half-finished croissant back onto the plate as she wrapped her arms around her sides. “What?” The designer’s eyes widened, “What’s so funny?!”

“That boy has the absolute worst timing,” Alya finally caught her breath, wiping a tear from her eye, “That’s textbook jealousy, Mari. Seriously, either Adrien’s just realized he’s in love with you or he’s in denial and honestly hasn’t realized it.”

Marinette’s lips twisted to the side in annoyance, “Don’t be silly, Alya. Seriously, I need you to stop giving me hope. I really am trying my hardest to get over him! Besides, I already told you he literally said he was in love with someone else!”

“I only hope Adrien realizes soon,” the reporter murmured quietly.

“Anyways,” the designer said in an attempt to change the conversation, “I think it’s time for us to head back,” she picked up Alya’s plate which still held two light grey macarons.

“Hey!” the girl screeched, “I’m not finished yet!”

“You shouldn’t have kept saying that Adrien has a crush on me then,” Marinette stuck her tongue out playfully.

“Please, Mari!” Alya whined.

“Ugh, fine. But only because you’re my best friend,” she rolled her eyes as she handed Alya the two macarons.

“Yay!” the reporter cheered, “You’re the bestest best friend in the world!”

“Only because I supply you with treats,” Marinette quipped as she walked down the stairs after Alya had finished.

“Aw, come on, you know I love you!”

The designer giggled as she dumped the plate into the dishwasher, “I’m so not ready for science class. I hope Mlle. Mendeleiev is in a good mood today!”

Alya rolled her eyes, “Is she ever in a good mood?” Marinette laughed happily as they exited the bakery. Waving a quick goodbye to her parents, they began the short trek back to school.

When they finally arrived in the classroom they both whispered and giggled together for a few minutes until their teacher entered. “Can’t believe you’re actually on time for once,” Alya giggled quietly.

“Shut up,” she hissed playfully back, shoving her friend’s shoulder lightly, “I was on time yesterday, remember!”

With a teasing roll of her eyes, Alya’s turned her attention back to the front of the classroom as their teacher began writing on the board. Scribbling down notes, Marinette paid attention to the rest of her lectures for the day, occasionally getting sidetracked by a new idea for a dress that she just had to sketch. Finishing the mini belt for her new dress, she was interrupted by the sound of the bell. With a sigh of relief, Marinette began packing her bag. Her thoughts strayed to fabric and buying the new material as she patted her purse carefully to make certain Tikki was alright. Making her way outside, she waved a cheerful goodbye to Alya before the two parted ways to go to their separate houses. She paused, however, when she heard a voice calling out her name. Clenching her eyes shut for a brief moment, Marinette quickly opened them and turned back to face Adrien who was running towards her. 

“Did you need me for something, Adrien?” she asked him with a bright smile.

His gaze darted away from hers as his hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, “Weren’t we meeting up to start the project today?”

Marinette blinked owlishly for a moment. Her?! Forgetting plans with Adrien?! What was going on today? “I-I’m so sorry Adrien! It completely slipped my mind! Of course you can come over!”

“It’s alright,” he smiled crookedly at her before gesturing to his limo with a low bow, “Our ride awaits.”

Her brow furrowed for a moment as she was struck with a rising sense of familiarity. Shaking the odd feeling off, she grinned at the boy in front of her, “Why thank you, kind gentleman,” Marinette giggled as she slid across the seat.

Adrien chuckled, following after her. His knee brushed lightly against her own, sending a small wave of heat up her leg as he turned to face her. Cursing her body for its reaction, she also turned to look at the model as he spoke to her, “So how was your day today?”

Marinette blew out a puff of breath, “Not so great. I didn’t get much sleep last night because I’ve been working on a commission. So I didn’t study as much for the quiz as I should have. How was yours?”

“Mine was good but exhausting. I had to wake up pretty early for a fashion shoot today,” he bumped his knee against hers comfortingly as he smiled, “But I’m sure you did well on that quiz, Marinette. You’re amazing and always get one of the highest grades in the class.”

“T-thank you,” she stuttered as her cheeks burned, “I’m glad you have more faith in me than I do,” Marinette gave him a small grin. Curse him and his stupid, charming personality, she thought to herself bitterly, he makes it so hard to get over him.

The limo came to a slow stop and Adrien’s eyes brightened, “We’re here!” he chirped, opening the door and racing into the bakery. 

Marinette giggled as she followed after the boy, noticing him giving a polite smile and wave to her parents as he stood by the cash register. “Hello, Maman! Hello, Papa!” she greeted cheerfully with a happy wave. They beamed back at her before looking to Adrien as he placed his order. Turning to the model she leaned in to whisper teasingly in his ear, “Did you only want to work at my house because you wanted a pastry?”

“I, um, no?” he gave her an anxious grin as he waited for his croissant.

“Mhm sure,” she laughed at him.

Within a few moments, her mother was handing a warm croissant out to Adrien who thanked her graciously as he took a large bite out of the crispy treat. Digging into his pocket for some change, he was stopped by Sabine’s warm smile, “That’s quite alright, dear. It’s on the house,” she winked conspiratorially at Marinette, whispering rather loudly, “After all, a way to a man's heart is through his stomach.”

Marinette’s face dropped as she shook her head furiously at her mother, hissing out a low, “No!”

The designer’s eyes quickly flicked to Adrien, who merely blinked for a few seconds before chuckling lightly, “Thank you, Mme. Cheng.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Sabine’s smile softened, “And remember to not be shy! Marinette always looks forward to your visits,” she winked again at the girl whose eyes were narrowed sharply in frustration and embarrassment. 

With that last comment, Marinette grabbed Adrien’s arm who let out a quiet yelp, before yanking the boy away from the counter and her mother who just could not seem to take a hint. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed, “Thank you, Maman. I’m sure Adrien will enjoy his croissant but if you don’t mind, we'll be heading upstairs to work now,” blowing out an exasperated breath, she practically stomped up the stairs.

“Wow, Marinette, you’re really strong,” her eyes widened as she looked back at the boy behind her, who was rubbing his arm slightly.

Wincing, she nibbled on her lower lip, “I’m sorry, Adrien. I just didn’t realize she was going to say those things.” With a sharp tug on one of her pigtails, Marinette pushed open the trapdoor to her bedroom and tapped her fingers together anxiously as she waited for Adrien to follow after, “I’m really sorry again, Adrien. I haven’t told her yet about what happened so I don’t think she realizes. And really, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or any-.” 

He stopped her rambling by placing both his hands gently on her shoulders, “It’s alright, Marinette. I really didn’t mind. Besides it’s not like she said anything too bad,” the model shot her a small, crooked smile.

“Oh,” she squeaked out, feeling a warm tingle race down her spine from the heat of his hands. Taking a small gulp of air, Marinette stepped out of his arms to clear her head, “Still, I hope you didn’t feel too awkward. She honestly doesn’t know I don’t have a crush on you anymore! I promise to tell her as soon as you leave!”

Yeah, right, Marinette, she thought to herself, sure you don’t have a crush on him anymore. Keep telling yourself that and maybe it’ll actually be true.

Adrien seemed to pause for a moment, searching her eyes for something, before he relaxed again, “I’m fine, Mari. It didn’t bother me at all, besides,” he grinned widely at her before holding up his half-eaten croissant, “I got a free treat.”

Marinette giggled, “Please, you know you could afford that and then another hundred, rich boy.”

He laughed, and with that the tension in the room slowly disappeared, leaving her with a warm flutter in her stomach. Winking at her, Adrien plopped his backpack onto the ground, “Suppose we had better get started on our actual project.”

“Right,” she nodded before going over to the chest next to her chaise, “We can use this as a table if you’d like?”

“Fine with me,” he took a step towards her as Marinette lifted the trunk up, bringing it toward the center of the room, “Need any help with that?” he raised an eyebrow at her as she placed it carefully down on her carpet.

“Nope,” she smiled at him, giggling before sitting down and opening up her own backpack. Taking out her notebook and the instructions for the assignment, Marinette watched as Adrien sat down across from her. With a few light taps of her pencil to her chin, she nibbled her lip, “So do you have any ideas about what we should do?”

Shrugging, Adrien’s lips quirked up slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, “Honestly, not really. What about you?”

Feeling a tingling urge within her hands to reach over and fix the strands that were out of place, Marinette curled them tightly within her lap to quell the desire. Clearing her throat, she looked down at the guide, “Well it says here that we need to design an experiment. We could do something simple like what patterns of clothing do people enjoy the most. That way we incorporate my interest in designing and yours in modeling.”

“That could be good!” he said excitedly, “We can go around asking people whether they prefer stripes or polka-dots.”

She nodded and began writing down a list of patterns, “Right! And then we could ask them if they prefer it when the designs are bigger or smaller.”

“Yeah, definitely! We’re going to ace this project, Mari,” Adrien held up a hand while beaming at her.

Hesitantly, Marinette hi-fived the boy in front of her before quickly resuming her writing, “If you want to begin drafting our outline, I can start on the survey.”

“Alright,” he gave a quick nod before beginning to scribble notes down in his own notebook. 

The two worked in companionable silence for a while as the minutes ticked by. Unable to help herself, Marinette occasionally glanced up at the boy across from her as he worked. After her sixth peek up at the boy, she squeaked slightly when she noticed his tongue poked out at the corner of his lips. From there, her eyes were drawn to his adorable pout and it was all she could do not to lean over the table and connect their lips together. Her face warmed as her fists tightened, her nails biting into her palms.

Get a hold of yourself, Marinette, she berated herself in her head, Adrien does not want to kiss you. So you cannot go around kissing him! After a few moments of scolding herself, their eyes connected and he beamed at her happily. Flicking her gaze back down to her a notebook, Marinette mentally sighed, You cannot kiss him! No matter how adorable he looks!

Just as she finished writing up her survey, she was startled from the silence by a loud ding. She watched as Adrien grabbed his phone and scrolled through his texts, “Sorry, Marinette, but my driver’s here. Apparently my father needs me back for a photoshoot.”

“That’s alright,” she giggled, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, right?” Marinette stood up as she watched him sling his backpack over his shoulder.

“Of course! I’ll be sure to print out the outline and ask my father if I can come over again after school if that’s fine with you?”

“Sure!” she smiled, “With the way we’re working right now, I’m certain we’ll get this assignment done in no time!”

“Great,” Adrien said happily before throwing his arms around her in a tight embrace. 

Marinette blinked widely before hugging him back, her eyes fluttering closed. The scent of his cologne brushed against her nose and she sighed dreamily before stepping out from his embrace. Opening up her trapdoor, she gestured him through with a smile. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled as he ducked down and headed towards the bakery. 

Following him, she stepped outside into the cool, autumnal afternoon. The wind brushed against her face, causing her hair to sway slightly as Adrien turned to face her. Tucking a stray strand back into her pigtails Marinette waved a happy goodbye, “It was really nice having you over, Adrien. Hopefully, you can come again tomorrow so we can finish the rough draft of our project.”

“I’ll have to ask my father, but I’m sure he’ll say yes since it’s schoolwork. But anyway, thank you for having me, Marinette,” his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at her. A honk coming from the limo broke their gazes as they watched the Gorilla narrow his eyes at them. 

“Oops,” she giggled, “Sorry for keeping you.”

“It’s fine,” Adrien waved it off as he shifted his bag higher up on his shoulder, “Goodbye again, Mari,” he shot her one last grin before ducking into the backseat of his limo. 

She watched him go with a fond smile before turning back inside to have a long discussion with her parents.

[post-itpenny]

Your gonna get the numbers cause x3 I can't remember all the words on mobile. I apologise But 7

Another long one, I’m not used to writing for Honey or Brie but I hope you like it. 

Fern Cakes

Honey and Brie sat on a park bench. They had gotten ice cream but that had been eaten, Brie tearing the wrapper that had been around her ice cream cone to pieces. Honey staring ahead at nothing in particular. Brie knew her sister had been trying not to cry, but under the angry scowl on her face there was sadness. Brie wanted to do something but wasn’t sure what. They watched a little group of ducks walk across the path towards the pond, a guy and his dog playing fetch with a frisbee, it was still quite cold but the early signs of spring were already beginning to appear. Bri suddenly sat up, she had an idea.

“Practice?” She asked with a hopeful smile. Honey had improved her hunting skills but was still developing a technique, and Brie was always happy to help her little sister practice.

Honey shrugged and hopped off the bench as the two wandered off to find a more quiet area of the park.

Under a tall group of trees Brie sat in the grass suggesting different animals for Honey to try and shift into, some scary, some cute, some rather silly. But Honey didn’t seem to have the heart for practice at the moment. Brie suggested a polka-dot cat and all Honey could seem to manage was a set of whiskers and a few blue spots on her arms.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to be, but I don’t think that’s it.”

The girls jumped and turned around in surprise. A tall woman with a red jacket tied around her waist stood before them. Behind her a much shorter woman with white hair came walking up with a small dog in her arms.

Honey growled and tried to make herself look as threatening as possible, but the first woman only laughed. “Is that it? Princess you have whiskers and blue dots all over you, what kind monster are you supposed to be?”

“A polka-dot kitty,” Brie helpfully answered.

The woman frowned, “polka-dots aren’t hard. Don’t think too much about it.” In a blink the woman was gone and in her place was a rather proud looking white cat who was covered in blue and red spots. Another blink and there was a clown with bug antenna and white fluff around her neck. The shorter woman smiled as red markings appeared on her own face and a big red bow in her hair. The girls recognizing her as the magician they had seen perform before.

“It’s the magic lady!” Brie gasped in delight, Honey seemed to perk up a little but was still on the defensive. “Why are you two here?”

The bug clown shrugged, “I’m checking in on my aunt.”

The other clown waved with a smile, “hi I’m the aunt and I’m walking my dog. Say hello Trouble.” The aunt instructed her puppy as she placed him on the ground. The little dog immediately bounded over to the girls, running circles around them trying to get their attention. Honey fought back a smile, the puppy was cute but she new better. Yes she had met these two before but she couldn’t just trust them, she had to look out for her sister. Brie on the other hand was allowing the small dog to licker her fingers which made her giggle.

“Look we’re not gonna hurt you Princess so just chill out.” The bug clown insisted. “We were seriously just taking the dog for a walk. But what in the heck are you trying to do that you can't even change into a cat?”

The other clown frowned and lightly smacked her arm. “Don’t be rude Juno. I seemed to recall a little bug crying because she could not turn into a hound.”

The clown known a Juno blushed slightly before flipping her hair off her shoulder with a huff. “You’re thinking of Vesp. I’m a natural at everything.”

The other clown rolled her eyes, “no I strictly recall a little butterfly crying ‘but auntie what if I never get better?!”

“You can’t even change your shape at all!”

“Oh I can, I just don’t need to.”

“Then how do you hunt?”

Both Juno and her aunt turned towards Honey at the sound of her question, the aunt smiled. “My shows of course. Sometimes after a performance I keep someone, they don’t even know they’ve died at that point I prefer it's a painless experience. Unless I’m in the mood for that flavor.”

Juno shrugged, “I shepherd around a target to a quiet place where I can eat. Make them see things they wish to chase after or run from. It’s like a game of chess. What do you do kid?”

At this Honey frowned, “my technique is way too difficult to expla-”

“You’re still learning then?” Juno cut her off with a smirk.

Honey growled and crossed her arms with a huff. Juno chuckled, “It’s no big deal, you just gotta find your flow. If it’s changing your shape however…. You’re lousy.”

Again Honey growled, before shifting into an elephant, a shape she had masted and was rather proud of, perfect to show off with.

Until Juno turned into a much larger woolly mammoth.

Soon it became a contest between the two, then strangely it turned into a lesson and as it turned out, Juno was a very patient teacher. Brie and the aunt clown, who introduced herself as Magpie, sat in the grass watching them. The puppy having curled up in Brie’s lap for a nap.

Eventually though the sun became rather low in the sky, “I suppose it’s time to call it a day.” Magpie observed, “Juno dear are you staying for tea?”

At the word “tea” both of the younger clowns perked up at which Magpie smiled. “You’re welcome to join us as well girls. Are you not with that mime though? Would he be worried if you stayed out too late?”

At this both girls seemed to deflate, a scowl coming back onto Honey’s face and a look of sadness on Brie’s. Magpie frowned, she didn’t need to ask to be able to guess what was bothering them. “Though if you wish,” Magpie began to add, “you’re quite welcome to stay over. I have a spare room you two can share.”

Honey glared at her, distrusting. “We’re fine thanks.”

Magpie smirked with a shrug, “I’m sure you are dear, suit yourselves then. Come on Juno I made fern cakes this morning to have with the tea.”

At this Honey looked up at Magpie in confusion, “whats a fern cake?”

A fern cake, as Honey and Brie learned, was a kind of tart. They looked like tiny pies filled with jam and icing on top. Little fern shapes drawn on with chocolate. Honey took pictures of the little pastries while Brie tried to sneak one to a begging Trouble who sat at her feet, luckily Magpie noticed and stopped her.

Eventually a surprised Maggie came home and learned the girls would be staying “just for tonight,” Honey firmly declared. Much latter on the girls went off to Magpie’s guestroom, Trouble firmly at Brie’s heels. Juno settled down at the kitchen table to flip through a magazine on “babysitting duty” as she put it while the others quietly left.

An hour later and Juno had finished her magazine and was now flipping through t.v. channels in a bored manor when Maggie and Magpie came home.

“I’m not going to forgive you for leaving me to watch a bunch of kids while you get to go kick some mime’s butt.” Juno declared as she flipped the television off.

Maggie frowned and flopped down on the sofa, “he wasn’t there. Place has been abandoned and completely trashed.”

Juno raised her eyebrows in surprise and turned to her aunt, the older clown had her arms crossed as she looked at the floor with a frown. “Something went through there after him, something big.”

“Big as in big in size or big in power?”

“Power,” Magpie answered before looking up. “Perhaps Pierre did actually care enough about the girls to make them leave before whatever it is came through. Perhaps he knew something was coming.”

Maggie hummed as she pondered in thought, “you know I’m not that great with scent but I swear whatever that thing was seemed…… I don’t know, familiar? Kind of? Maybe?”

Juno stood up with a streched and reached over to bop Maggie upside the head, “you’re just crazy is what it is. So Aunt Pie whatcha gonna do? Keep the kids?”

Magpie shook her head with a knowing smile, “they would be just fine on their own I’m sure. The girls just needed to know they have a place to come to where they are welcome. Whether they stay or not is for them to decide. Besides I don’t mind having a full house, you know how much I can’t stand things being quiet.”

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Day 2: Promise

IH Week

Word count: 1573

Rating: G

As gentle fingers ran through his hair, sending pleasant tingles through his scalp, Ichigo closed his eyes and took in a long, deep breath. The river was rushing at full strength below them from the recent rains, the air was dry and pleasant, the wind rustled gently through the top of the wide tree casting shade over them, and his head rested on the soft thighs of his girlfri – he stopped short in his thoughts and the corners of his mouth curved up in a small, satisfied smile. The soft thighs of his fiancé, he mentally corrected with a deep happiness.

They had settled down for a picnic at their favorite large shade tree on the bank of the river. It had been the first time in a long time since they had had time to themselves since announcing their engagement two weeks ago. He thought engagements were between two people, but clearly their family and friends thought otherwise. Having this picnic had been possible only through sneakiness and subterfuge. Which Orihime had been all over, surprisingly. One knew the smothering Bad when even Orihime needed a break from her friends.

Ichigo was fairly certain the play-doh and glitter part of their plot was sheer genius on his fiancé’s part. He smiled again at that word: fiancé. God, he was such a sap.

But, he figured, he was allowed to be a sap on perfect days. Which this was. A Perfect Day.

“Kurosaki-kun?” his fiancé said.

“Hm?” he replied, keeping his eyes closed as her magic fingers continued to run through his hair.

“Are you ready for dessert?”

“Hm…” he said. Dessert sounded good. Especially considering he knew something about it that she didn’t know. But dessert meant that he would have to move, which didn’t sound good.

Her fingers stopped. “Kurosaki-kun?”

He groaned and popped his eyes open. She was staring down at him with a little smile on her face, her eyes sparkling.

“Kurosaki-kun, my legs are falling asleep,” she said and bopped his nose.

Ichigo sighed, knowing that her legs had probably fallen asleep long before this, but she’d just reached her limit. With great effort, he rolled until his head was on her calves. Not as comfortable, but it would do. “How’s this?”

Orihime laughed and shook her head. “Weird!”

He snorted. “Says the Queen of Weird.”

“Too weird,” she decreed through her laughter and bounced her calves up and down until he sat up.

“So cold, Inoue,” he accused, shuddering.

She wrinkled her nose as she continued to smile. “Cold would be eating all the dessert. I do need the energy after losing all the blood flow to my limbs.”

Ichigo dove for the basket and held it to his chest. “Don’t even joke.”

Orihime grinned and settled down next to him. “Are you going to share that, Kurosaki-kun, or say vows to it?”

He eyed her suspiciously as he slowly lowered the basket to the blanket between them. “I’m going to share it.”

Thankfully, Orihime was the only one who ever saw this borderline goofy version of himself. His friends would never let him live it down, but Orihime? She just…brought it out in him with how open and nonjudgmental and silly she was. Instead of teasing him, she just joined in whatever silly stuff popped out of him. He didn’t even really know he had this side until… She just brought out all of him, he supposed.

Ichigo smiled when she shook her head and laughed, and watched her as she opened the basket and carefully set out plates with their dessert. They were delicate little individual lemon tarts with sweeping piles of meringue baked on top. Fairly benign for her, but Orihime’s mentor had ordered her to bake nothing but basic (boring, she called them) recipes to make sure her foundation in baking was solid. Orihime had been busy rushing around planning their getaway and had let Ichigo fill the tarts with lemon curd and put the meringue on top.

Well.

Ichigo, in his infinite wisdom and genius, decided the lemon tarts needed something. And what does every non-chocolate dessert, pastry, and cake need? Why, chocolate of course. So, he snuck chocolate chips into the lemon mixture.

He was quite proud of himself. Chocolate made literally everything taste better. There were even chocolate pizzas, chocolate sauces for steaks, chocolate dipped figs, chocolate – well, anyway, Orihime couldn’t do anything out of the ordinary for the moment, but he could.

And truth be told, he missed her experimental flavors.

He was proud as punch and sure that she would fall all over him in awe of his skills.

As she wiggled out a bit for herself with her fork, she was busy chatting about how she was beginning to like the boring baking as it somehow birthed all kinds of ideas for more unique flavor combinations plus it was honing her skills. So busy with what she was saying, she didn’t examine her creation as she usually did and simply popped it in her mouth.

He was so eager for her reaction, Ichigo hadn’t even tried it yet, just watched her chew, then slow her chewing, then frown, then lift up the tart to examine it, then frown even more deeply until she was downright scowling.

Not…quite the reaction he had been envisioning.

“Ino–”

He was stopped short with a sharp finger pointed upwards, her eyes continuing to examine the tart with scowling scrutiny. Startled, he didn’t know how to react.

Speaking of hidden sides of people. This…was new.

“Kurosaki-kun,” she said softly, and he fought not to visibly shrink back.

“Y-Yeah?”

Her face smoothed into a neutral expression as she slowly, deliberately, lowered the rest of the tart and placed it on the blanket. She brushed non-existent crumbs off her fingers and placed her hands in her lap, her eyes closed.

“I want you to promise me something.”

Ichigo swallowed. “Okay?”

“That you will never.”

She opened her eyes and her gaze pinned him where he was, like a bug.

“Ever.”

He dared to glance at the uneaten tart still in his hand, then quickly back at her.

“…Adjust.”

He winced.

“My baking without my knowledge again.”

Her voice had been soft but stern. He stared at her and fought the urge to gulp.

“Uh…okay.”

She blinked.

“I mean, yes, Inoue, I promise to never ever mess with your baking without you knowing about it again.”

Orihime nodded, satisfied. She gestured at his tart. “You may try it.”

Ichigo jerked, not even aware before that he had been waiting for her permission, but he had and somehow, she had known he had. Tentatively, he stuck his fork in it and put a small piece in his mouth. And wrinkled his nose.

“You see?” she said.

He nodded. Somehow…it wasn’t good. Which was impossible because chocolate always made things better, and yet it was not better it was…off-putting. Un-melted, hard semi-sweet chocolate chips stirred in with the light, creamy, and tangy lemon curd was…not good. Not even the “well, this is strange, but it works” feeling that usually accompanied Orihime’s fare.

Humbly, he placed his tart down on the blanket.

And sat silently as Orihime quietly packed the dessert things away. The dessert that he’d ruined.

When she was done, she looked at him sympathetically. “I know how you are about chocolate, but there are right ways and there are wrong ways of adding chocolate.”

He nodded, the ego-deflated student to the patient, learned teacher.

“Next time I’ll make you a lemon tart with chocolate.” He perked up at that. “You add a thin layer,” she placed her thumb and finger close together, drawing a thin line across the air, “of chocolate and then add the lemon on top. Once I can bake like myself again, I’ll be adding different flavors to the chocolate like orange or raspberry or both.”

He smiled a little at the way she got all dreamy when coming up with stuff.

She shook herself from her baking dreams and moved to pat the ground next to the tree where she’d been sitting earlier.

Ichigo raised his eyebrows.

“Sit, Kurosaki-kun. I’ve decided your punishment.”

He gave her a look, to which she just grinned, and then settled down, resting his back against the tree. Then, in a twirl and a plop and a few wiggles, Orihime was resting her head on his thighs, looking supremely pleased as she flipped her hair out behind her.

“The tables have turned, Kurosaki-kun.”

Ichigo held back a smile and obediently began running his fingers through her long hair. Some punishment.

She closed her eyes and sighed in satisfaction. “And don’t tell me if your legs fall asleep because I warn you now, Kurosaki-kun, I do not care.”

“My legs are at your disposal, Inoue.”

Orihime smiled and serenely laid her hands on her stomach.

Not five minutes later she said, “Kurosaki-kun…”

“Hm?”

“But really, you’ll tell me if your legs fall asleep, right?”

He smiled, something he did a ridiculous amount when around her, and didn’t say a word.

Ichigo had learned of another side to Orihime. People could criticize her food, even gag at it, and she’d role with the punches. But mess with her baking at your own peril.

And somehow, as disgustingly cheesy and cliché as it was, discovering her new side made him love her just a little bit more. . .

[my-naustalgia]

What smells would you say make you the most nostalgic? For me it's probably Gas, Chlorine from the pool, sunscreen, cigarettes (cause my grandparents use to smoke), the smell of freshly cut grass, and the smell of Old Books. That's all I can think of at the moment!

All those make me nostalgic too! I got this question on my main blog a while ago, so I’ll just add what I wrote there (there are lots, hard to pick MOST nostalgic):

Freshly-mown grass, dusty sidewalk chalk, bubble solution, finger paint, blacktop tar burning in the summer, woodchips wet from the rain, used matches, indoor pool chlorine smell, pool noodles and pool toys, sunscreen at the beach, spraying bug spray at camp, fallen leaves, pumpkin guts, the apple orchard, paper fresh from the printer, the smell of hardware stores, hot glue gun, wet paint on a fence, glossy sticker books and freshly-peeled stickers, mr. sketch markers (particularly orange and grape), bouncy balls, punching balloons, balloon rubber, blow-up chairs, water snakes, jelly sandals, l’oreal kids shampoo, Soarin’ Over California’s orange groves and sea breeze smells, sunflowers, lilacs, the pastries from the easy bake oven, snow cones, cotton candy, powdered doughnuts, the smells of the carnival, burning candles, the pages of old books, the distinct baby-like smell of my first stuffed animal,  baby powder, pacifiers, baby blankets, that one motherly scent, Snuggle fabric softener, car wash rainbow soap, gingerbread houses, pine trees and christmas wreaths, hot cocoa, brown sugar, vanilla, the peculiar and indescribable scent of my old Cat in the Hat shirt, the Hallmark store, the fresh smell of new Webkinz, vacuumed carpets, a hot dvd, tv static, plastic vhs cases, freshly opened Pokémon cards, National Geographic magazines, newspapers, silly putty, moon sand, floam, play-doh, koosh balls, exercise balls, the smell of plastic toys like Little People and My Little Ponies (especially the coconut scented ones), squeeze blocks, Barbie shoes, mini erasers from school, glue sticks, tissue paper, vaseline, mom’s makeup, hair scrunchies, little plastic hair clips, velvety leotards, gymnastics equipment, big foam cubes, the giant shoe at Ikea’s Småland, ball pits, Chuck E. Cheese’s play area and arcade, cheese pizza, bowling alleys, ice skating rinks, grilled cheese sandwiches, Barnum’s animal crackers, honey from the bear-shaped bottle, the smells of the mall, a scratch-and-sniff book called “Clifford’s Windy Day” (the smells in the book are peanuts, cupcake frosting, fresh grass, lemonade, and chocolate ice cream), crayons, coloring books, grandma’s furniture, grandma’s pungent old perfume in a shoe-shaped bottle, the attic, marshmallows over a campfire, s’mores, burning wood, food coloring, melting crayon wax, soap bars, band-aids, wet washcloths, cleaning chemicals, rubber gloves, nail polish, Barbie lip gloss, and more.

Thanks for the question ^_^