#the little hearts were such a cute little bonus ^_^ and the green shade was exactlyyyy what i had in mind !!

[loves2spwge]

a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

[lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love]

Hey Vida! 😊 Can I request a Danny Phantom Christmas fluff oneshot about Danny Fenton getting caught under the mistletoe with shy female human reader together at his house? Bonus: This mistletoe idea was Sam and Tucker's matchmaking plan!! And I really love to see Danny is blushing mess near her!! Please??

Notes: I’d like to thank (anonymous) for the request and I hope you like it.

I don’t own any of the gifs/pictures used.

Warnings: n o n e

Word Count: 1077 (give or take)

Masterlist: Click Here & Here

All right my lovelies, we’re going to set the scene for this love story~~~

It’s Christmas time

The Fentons are hosting a Christmas party

An ugly sweater Christmas party to be exact

Cliche, I know, but Jack practically begged for it to be ugly sweater

Danny insisted you, Tucker and Sam be there

The three of you are his closest and only friends so it makes sense that you’d all be there

The Fentons decked out for the party

Festive decorations and all kinds of goodies (cooked by Jazz herself) for everyone to enjoy!!

But get this—

Sam and Tucker added an extra decoration

A decoration no one else seemed to notice right away

It’s a mistletoe

They hung it over the entrance to the kitchen

They’d been planning this for a while now, and the thought of it finally being put into action was thrilling

They both knew you and Danny were crushing on each other, but neither of you wanted to admit it

You were too shy and soft spoken

You always got all flustered around Danny, turning all shades of red

Not to mention you’d always get all speechless around him, only managing a squeaked response if you were lucky

Sam and Tucker were relentless in their teasing, which only made you feel embarrassed

You didn’t see a point in denying your feelings, but you were also never one for confrontation, so the idea of telling off your friends or even telling Danny made you overwhelmed

And then there’s Danny

Poor, poor Danny

In a way, it’s like he’s almost aware that he has feelings for you, but he’s just too dense to truly realize them

He does get a little flustered around you sometimes

And sometimes his heart speeds up when you’re around and his mind goes blank

He does think about you often

And he likes seeing you smile and hearing you talk

Oh and he thinks it’s cute when you squeak out responses

But he doesn’t know why he reacts that way

Not fully at least

Sam and Tucker had enough

Which is why they made the mistletoe plan

And they were going to make sure their best friends ended up under that little plant at some point during the party

Thankfully, after almost 2 hours in at the party, it seemed like it would happen

You were exiting the kitchen as Danny was entering

Neither of you aware of the mistletoe

You immediately blushed when you saw Danny, only managing a tiny wave in response to his “hi”

You didn’t even notice the blush coming across his face

“I’m happy you were able to make it,” Danny said. He was wearing some hideous red reindeer sweater with blue jeans.

You nodded, your cheeks burning from the intensity of your blush. You’d gotten a refill on some eggnog, your hands holding the cup so tightly you thought it’d break.

“I like your sweater by the way,” Danny continued. “Where’d you get it?”

You quickly glanced at your top, momentarily forgetting what was on it. It was a red and green sweater with a bunch of knitted elves all around. “M-My grandma got it for me,” you murmured.

“Well I was going to get something to eat, do you…” Before Danny could finish his sentence, Tucker ran over and nearly shoved Danny on top of you.

“You can’t leave!” Tucker exclaimed, pointing up. The two of you followed your friend’s finger. You paled, quickly looking down. You wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

“What- Are you serious?” Danny sounded irritated. And he should, in your opinion. Being stuck under a mistletoe with you? The blushing mess that is you? No one would want that.

“Dude, you’ve got to do it,” Tucker stated. “It’s law.”

You attempted to turn and leave, but your upper arm was grabbed, stopping you. You turned and saw Tucker giving you a pointed look.

“The two of you aren’t leaving until there’s a kiss.” He sounded serious. Almost too serious. It made your heart stop. Tucker never got serious unless it had to do with video games, meat or technology. Maybe even ghost hunting on occasion, but only on occasion. “And don’t try running off,” he went on. “Sam and I are watching. We’ll stop you if you try.”

“I…” you stammered, trembling in your spot. Danny looked at you now, blushing profusely. “D-Do we have to?”

“Yes!” your tech-obsessed friend asserted. “Kiss, maybe even talk about your feelings. Make some kind of progress, dang it.” He gave another pointed look at you and Danny before bolting off.

You looked down the second Tucker ran off. Your face was on fire. Your heart was punching your ribs. You felt overwhelmed. You could feel Danny’s eyes on you, burning into you.

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

Why couldn’t the earth swallow you whole?!

“So um,” Danny started, sounding nervous. “How- I don’t know- Do you…?”

“I’m sorry,” you squeaked. Your body was shaking.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I-I understand if you don’t want to…you know,” you sputtered. “I’m just your friend, a-and it’s weird to kiss friends, you know?”

“It’s not weird.” Danny sounded a bit unsure, but there was a feeling of confidence slowly building in him, despite the redness on his face. “I don’t think it is, do you?”

You hesitated before shrugging in response.

“I always thought you were amazing,” Danny went on, a hint of shyness in his voice. “Even when you got all red and squeaky around me, I always admired you.”

You swore you were about to implode.

“You’re one of my closest friends,” there it is, you thought, your shoulders unconsciously slouching, “but there might be something more, I think.” Wait, what?

You sneak a look Danny’s way. He’s all anxious and red in the face. He’s giving you the occasional glance, but when he actually met your eyes and quickly looked away.

“More?” you pressed. You didn’t want to get too hopeful.

“Like something more than being friends.” Now you felt like you were floating. Danny looked at you, and your breath hitched. He meant it. He really meant it. Danny Fenton was kind of admitting his feelings.

For you.

You gave a small smile. That seemed to be a good enough answer for him. He leaned over and gave a quick kiss. You’ll definitely have to work up the courage to thank Sam and Tucker for the mistletoe.

[the-sympathetic-villain]

A Life For A Life - Chapter 5

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Prompt by @local-space-case:  Prince Roman and his two loyal friends, Patton and Logan, are on the  hunt for a dragon. Meanwhile, Dragonshifter!Janus  is just trying to  find the right herbs to cure a sick/injured  Dragonshifter!Virgil. Bonus  points for Anxciet and/or Protective Remus.

Word Count: 3053

Chapter Warnings: Minor violence/threats, Sexual Innuendo, Blood, Injury, Effects of Poisoning, Mentions of Death, Kidnapping (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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    “Now, I can get behind a little self-flagellation but this is just pathetic.”

    Roman blinked in shock as the sudden echo of an unfamiliar voice filled his ears.

    His aim had held true as the arrow wavered through the stale, cave air and the dragon had stilled in just the right moment. He'd been prepared to let out a breath of relief. Yet, he found himself staring dumbfounded at the arrow that had stopped short of its target mere inches from the dragon’s face.

     A shadowy silhouette gripped the arrows shaft, having apparently stopped it in midair. Chills crept down Roman’s spine as the figure turned toward him with a toothy, white grin.

     “Come now. It's just rude to murder in someone else’s home.” The figure chuckled as he twirled the arrow in its unnaturally long fingers. “Unless, of course—You're the host.”

     Roman flinched as the figure's hand twisted, sending his own are headed back for Roman’s chest.

    “Roman, no!”

    “Lo!”

     Logan and Patton’s voices were muffled as a sudden wave of blue light shot illuminated the cave walls. A minor shockwave sent Roman stumbling back as the arrow headed for his chest shattered into a dozen pieces and clattered harmlessly to the ground.

    “Oh, our pathetic prince has friends. Does he?”

    The pallid figure traipsed toward him with a dangerous sway in his step. Dark circles accented the creature’s dangerous sneer, sending Roman stumbling back to clumsily land on the ground.

    He would nearly have mistaken the figure for a man, if not for the black pulsing veins etched into his white skin. Its eyes were white and without pupils and long black feathers seemed to hang from behind his ears like talismans.

    “Come now,” The beast purred.

    His sudden movements sent a fresh wave of fear across Roman's body as he started to scramble away. The movement was cut short as a hand caught his ankle, pulling him back until he turned to stare up at unnerving creature.

    “I love me a good meet and greet. Call your friends out, princey boy .”

    Roman bit his lip. “Logan—”

    “Don't make me drag them out by their toes.” The man cooed in a lilting tone that immediately  shut down any thoughts of rebellion in Roman’s mind. “I'd hate to have to hurt them.”

     Roman scowled at the creature’s smirk. “Logan, come out please.”

    The man's eye glimmered as he wagged a patronizing finger at Roman. “Don't forget the cute one. I wouldn’t want to leave anyone out of the fun I’m about to have with you.”

    “You bastard. Leave Patton out if th—"

    The man cocked his head with a condescending smirk, flourishing his hand. Roman’s hands shot to his throat as the muscles suddenly constricted. He heaved in a breath, unable to speak as the man leaned forward, head resting in his hands as he watched Roman suffocate with a infuriating grin.

     “Don’t hurt him, please.”

    Logan’s calm voice resonated against the walls, approaching slowly as Roman craned his neck toward him.

    “We're coming out like you asked.”

    Roman felt his heart pound in his chest at the seriousness in Logan’s tone. He could see Logan’s arm tucked protectively around Patton, eyeing the scene with caution as they stepped into the faint light.

    “Oh, goody-goody gumdrops.”

    The man jumped to his feet as breath flooded Roman’s lungs. His hands reached to the ceiling as he took a step towards Logan.

    “So glad you can join us.”

    “Stay back.” Logan's hand glowed with a faint blue light as he growled a warning at the creature. “I will not ask twice.”

    Tension seeped into their bodies as a brief moment of silence hung between them. The orange glow of the embers reflected in Logan’s eyes as the blue glow of his palms lit his face from below.

    His ferocity sent a shiver across Roman’s skin as he stared at the man he loved. He knew Logan cared for few things more than he cared for Patton, but to see the fury in full force was a staggering sight even for Roman.

   “Funny. You've got that nerdy look about you. I really thought you'd be the smart one.” The creature chuckled as pupils returned to his eyes, glittering  green as his eyes narrowed in Logan. “Are you really prepared to face a god with that cocky attitude?”

    “A god?”

    Roman’s heart sunk as Logan’s confidence faltered. He could see Logan hesitate as the creature approached, leaning into his face with a snarky smile.

    “You look like the type of nerd who'd know all about these things. Come on, don’t tell me you skipped studying the stories of these hills?” The man’s smirk grew unnaturally wide as he peered over Logan’s shoulder at Patton. “The gods buried themselves in the earth to give rise to the great creatures of the earth. Abandon all hope ye who enter here. Yada, yada, boring mumbo jumbo.”

     “I'm aware of the stories.” Logan’s lips pursed slightly. “Forgive for my ignorance. Which story is it that you supposedly from?”

    “A non-believer. Huh?” The man's lip curled into a dangerous smirk. “You’d best start believing in legends, Mr. Tense and Broody. You’re living one."

    Roman watched as Logan  pulled Patton closer to him, trying not to show how much Remus’ responses had unnerved him. “You didn't answer my question.”

     The man smiled, almost as if he was impressed by Logan’s bravado, before giving a dramatic bow towards Logan. “Remus, God of all creatures of the Dilonn Forest, scaled and slimy alike. At your service.”

    Logan’s expression fell as his eyes darted to the amber-scaled dragon whose stoic eyes were now watching their every movement.

    “We didn’t mean to—”

    “You didn’t mean to follow an injured beast as it fled from your grasp?”

     Logan swallowed the lump in his throat as he clenched his jaw. “That's not—”

    “All while carrying deadly weapons intended to kill said beast?”

    “I—”

    “Wait” Roman interrupted Logan's wavering protests, raising his hands in surrender as he leapt nimbly to his feet. “Logan never intended to do anyone harm. Only I intended to hunt the creature—"

    “Oh, I'll get to you in a minute.” The man waved off Roman’s   protests with a brusque gesture before turning to face to glowing amber eyes of the golden-scaled dragon. “But first, I’d like to hear from the one who spurned my creations most.”

    Roman stared in shock as the dragon raised its head in apparent indignation at the man's remark.

    “One bad day and you’re suddenly willing to throw away the gifts I’ve given you?”

    A wave of heat rushed over Roman’s arms as the beast let out a huff, all but rolling its eyes as he curled tighter around the man in its nest.

     “Bullshit. That punk would never want death for you. Even if he was gone, he'd roll over in his grave seeing the way you—Hey!”

    The man jumped back as a ring of flames burst forth from the dragon’s nostrils. Heat singed the air of the cave until the beast turned his head to rest his jaw on the unconscious man in his grip, ignoring the supposed god addressing him.

    “I'm not done with you—"

    The man continued to chastise the fearsome beast as though it were no more than a naughty child, allowing Roman to catch his breath. For the first time, Roman was able to take a long glance at the dragon’s hostage.

    He was young, at least a few years younger than Roman himself. His clothes were tattered and worn, barely held together by an amateur selection of purple and blue patchwork. Dark and disheveled hair covering shades of purple on his face. At first Roman worried they may be bruises, but leaning closer, Roman felt dread sink in his stomach as the recognition finally clicked in his mind.

    Purple scales.

    “You know what? Fine.”

    Roman’s eyes shot up as the man who claimed to be a god stepped forward to the body of the injured man in the dragon’s grip.  The beast’s golden eyes were devoid of hostility as the man approached. It seemed almost reluctant to move, clinging to the man in its nest like he was the most important thing in this creature’s life.

    “You win.” The man who called himself Remus stepped forward, voice full of melancholy as he stared down at the limp body of the man with purple scales. “I hate to see a good life cut short like this."

    The man's hand raised in a flourish and the air cracked like thunder as the unconscious man jolted upright with sudden breath. His eyes were wide as his head spun side to side taking in the scene surrounding him. Roman could see him suck in another breath, on the verge of hyperventilating when the dragon’s head curled back to him.

    “Jan, what's going on—?”

    Roman’s grip tightened on his bow. Despite all he'd seen, he still didn’t trust the wild beast not to turn on the kid on a whim. He prepared to lunge forward to protect the stranger, but the action was cut short as a raspy laughter filled the air. The man’s face broke out into a smile as he started to speak in a language Roman had never heard.

    No fear showed in the man's eyes as he threw his arms around the beast's head. Though the beast's head alone was nearly half the size of him, the man didn’t hesitate to close his eyes and press his forehead to the beast's temple. To Roman’s surprise, the beast responded with a series of grunts that seemed to match the man’s foreign tongue.

    “Are you speaking to it?”

    The words stalled in his mouth as the man tensed with fear at his voice, looking almost like a feral cat as he bared his teeth at Roman.

    “Him.”

    Roman’s brow furrowed. From the way he'd been speaking, Roman had half expected the man not to understand the Common tongue, but the single word the man had uttered only served to confuse him more.

    “What?”

    “I'm speaking to him.”

     The man’s snarl curled aggressively on his lips as his eyes narrowed on Roman's bow. He spoke in a heavy accent, spitting out the words with a distinct hiss.

    “Relax,” Roman tucked the bow on his shoulder and held up his hands, taken aback by the man's haste to angry words. “I'm not here to hurt you.”

     “The arrow you put through my gut says otherwise, wyrmkiller.”

     The man moved as if to approach Roman but the beast's tail curled tighter around him as if holding him back.

    “Let me go, Jan.”

    A deep growl resonated in the dragon’s throat. The sound was soft and almost sad as the beast’s jaw came to rest in the man's lap.

     The vitriol in the man's words dropped to a guilty whisper as he turned gaze to meet the beast's eyes. “I'm fine. I promise.”

     Roman's jaw dropped open as the amber scales started to shift. A subtle shimmer trailed up the dragon’s thick skin, muscles changing with grace until what say before him was not a beast, but a man, holding the other in a gentle embrace.

     Much like the man with the purple scale, this one's face glittered with a golden color, trailing up the man's face to slitted eyes. As the shift slowed, Roman could only stare in shock as tears fell from the eyes of the man with the golden scales and his arms curled tighter around the man in his arms.

    Stifled sobs filled the air as Roman’s eyes dipped to the waist of the injured man, finally noting the dark stain and tear on the front of the man's clothing.

     “The arrow—” Roman’s throat suddenly felt dry as realization sunk in his stomach. “I'm sorry. I didn't know you weren’t—"

    “Keep your empty words.”

    “But—"

    The man in purple’s growl drowned out Roman's pleas, letting loose a string of foreign words that Roman could only guess were swears. “Don’t lie to me. You’re only sorry because now I look like you.”

     “No!” Roman held up his hand. Hesitantly, he cast a guilty glance at the pair of men clutching each other as they stared up at him in abject fear. “I—Maybe, but I didn’t know you were intelligent—"

    “You piece of sh—”

    “Hey, I just put that body back together.” Remus chided as the man curled forward, voice stalling as he held his stomach. “Don’t go fucking up my blessing already.”

    The man glared up Remus. He was angry, yet his rough movements reluctantly slowed as he reacted to the creature’s concern. His purple gaze dropped to the ground as he rose to his feet with his partner’s help. With a weary glance at Remus, he pulled his hand away from his abdomen, staring blankly at the speckles of blood on his hand.

    “Fine. Can we leave?”

    “Not yet, my fair-skinned fiend. You know how this works. I just pulled you back from the brink of death.” The shadows around Remus’ eyes grew dark with a sudden rush of power. “You’re not out of hot water yet, Virgil.”

   Roman shivered as a growl resonated deep in the throat of the amber-scaled man, Janus. He crouched defensively as if intending to lunge at the smirking god, but to Roman’s surprise, Virgil raised a hand to stop him.

    “What do you want, my lord?”

    “Oh, so formal! You really  know how to get a man all hot and bothered—”

     Remus' reached towards Virgil in a flirtatious gesture that was cut short as Janus snapped his teeth at the forest god's hand, snarling like a wild animal.

    “Careful, Jan. You don’t know where those fingers have been.”

    “Would you like to find out?” Remus cooed, leaning into Janus’ face as the man snarled at him, letting loose a string of what Roman assumed were more foreign swears.

    Roman flinched as Janus’ statement ended with a deep growl and his golden eyes darted up to Roman.

    “Of course, I'm not letting the prince off the hook. He owes me a pretty piece for striking down one of my beautiful creatures.”

    Remus chuckled as he raised a hand in the air, flourishing a hand toward Roman. The moment elicited a gasp from his lungs as Roman felt himself pulled forward against his will.

    “In fact, our dear prince is going to be the one to set things right for you, lover boy.”

   Roman gulped as he found himself face to face with the angry, slitted eyes of Janus as the dragonshifter loomed over him. A snarl curled on the man's lips, exposing a row of sharp teeth that sent a shiver across Roman’s skin.

    “Personally, I'd love to get little more creative with your punishment,” Remus' lip curled into a dangerous smile. “but seeing as Virgie's living on borrowed time, I'm willing to cut you a break. You catch my drift?”

    “What?”

    “Well, seeing as the lot of you are prepared to slit each others throats, I'd like to propose a new game." Remus purred reaching an arm around Roman's neck. “Work together or pay the price. A life for a life—”

    Roman’s heart sunk as Remus spun him around to face Logan. His eyes were wide, arm tucked around Patton as he stared helplessly at Roman.

    The man's hand snapped behind Roman's ears and he blinked. In an instant, Patton vanished before his eyes and Logan spun on his heels, desperately looking for his brother.

    “Pat—What did you do to my brother?”

     Logan lunged at Remus, but the god sidestepped him with an unnerving amount of speed, chuckling as he smiled cruelly at Logan. Seeing the dangerous glimmer in the man's eyes, Roman lunged forward to catch Logan’s waist, stopping him before Remus could do anything worse.

    “Lo, stop!”

    “He has Patton—”

    “I know.” Roman whispered, pulling Logan into his arms as he let out a pained gasp. “I know.”

    “Do you really think I didn't figure out who made the poison who brought down Virgil?” Remus cocked his head with and indifferent look in his eyes. “As far as I'm concerned, you’re as guilty as our prince.

     “Patton did nothing. If you hurt him—”

     “Cutie's safe and he'll stay that way if you follow my instructions.”

    A loud groan interrupted Remus' rambling. Roman’s head spun around just as Virgil’s knees gave out, collapsing in Janus' arm. His scales were dark against his pallid skin as his partner whispered to him.

    “See, Virgie's not out of the woods yet and I can’t take him where he needs to go. ” Remus’ voice dropped, sincere as he approached the young dragonshifter. “If he doesn’t reach the silver spring in Doragon Valley in three days time, my magic will fail him and your poison will take his life.”

   Roman blinked, feeling Logan still in his grip as Remus raised a hand to the dragonshifter’s cheek. His breathing was unsteady as he leaned his head back into his partner’s shoulder.

   “But Doragon Valley is in the center of the city.” Roman breathed, chilled by the implication of Remus’ words. “The spring is sacred ground.”

    “Exactly, I may be a god but my reach only extends to the edge of the forest.” Remus whispered, turning his hand from Virgil to extend it to Roman. “So, here’s the deal. Take Virgil where he needs to go and save the life you sought to steal or I keep the kid forever.”

    Logan dropped his gaze, going limp in Roman’s grip. Roman could feel his partner’s nails dig into his arm, his chest heaving with grief over his missing brother.

    “Roman, please—”

    “Deal.” Roman interrupted Logan’s breathless plea. “Whatever it takes, we're bringing Patton home.”

    “Thank you.” Logan whispered, taking a small breath and allowing his head to sink into Roman’s shoulder.

    “Good.” Remus smiled, casting a glance at Virgil. “You'd best get moving then. You don’t have much time to spare.”

     With a snap, Remus was gone. An uneasy silence followed  as they stared at their reluctant new allies, lives of those they loved most hanging in the balance as they started their journey.

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A/N: Alright, that’s the end of my spree writing on this so there won’t be an update immediately after this one, but hopefully I’ll cycle back soon. I can’t wait to write these poor boys having to actually try to work together ~~

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[forbidding-souda]

Hi!! If its okay could i get Mondo, Sakura, Kazuichi, and Kaito with a short S/O (Think 4'11 to 5'0) who's the SHSL Florist? Bonus ponits if you you give me their reaction to their S/O giving them a large bouquet of flowers as a gift? NB pronouns if that's okay!

Mondo Oowada, Sakura Oogami, Kazuichi Souda, and Kaito Momota with Short SHSL Florist S/O

‘Bonus’! How cute is that :D /pos

Also your taste in men is iconic yes our minds - I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE THE KAITO ONE TWICE THE SIZE AS THE OTHERS BUT I LOVED THE IDEA

Also also I use the word bumblebee bc once I thought of it I thought it was really cute. Bc get it?? They are small and also flowers yeah <3

Do I get ten points now? =D

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

He thinks you are like a little bumblebee.

So nice and small! Adorable.

Short jokes all the time.

He definitely thinks flowers are a little lame.

But is definitely impressed by your knowledge of them!

So when you pile together a purple toned bouquet, you’re honestly a little curious on how he would react.

Or if he would even react at all. Does he know to put them in water? Maybe these should be your flowers too.

The roar of the engine is a comfort noise. So when it abruptly stops outside, you can just feel how the butterflies hatch in your stomach.

So you travel to your almost garden in the guest room, picking up the bouquet. It still looks beautiful. That’s good. Admittedly, you do get quite impatient at times.

Ah, the front door! And his welcoming voice telling you he’s home. How nerve-wracking. Your whole plan has a lot of questionable details, but as long as the response isn’t negative then what’s the harm in showing him your love?

“Mondo!” You call out with a bubbly tone before walking down the hallway searching for where he might be.

Your boyfriend, who you are terribly unimpressed with, lays slumped on the couch, tired from the heat. 

Again, you speak, interrupting his decline into sleep. “I made you these!”

He opens one of his eyes. “You got me flowers?”

A bit of heat crosses your cheeks, and you squeeze them harder. “I thought maybe you would like them.”

“Of course I fucking like ‘em,” he says while sitting up. His think fingers brush against yours when he takes them from you. “These are some cute ass flowers.”

Cute ass flowers. How romantic!

Sakura Oogami

She can give you piggy back sides whenever you want and likes to carry you around.

Definitely lets you put flowers in her hair.

Flowers in her hair sounds so cute I am crying.

A part of her actually is jealous of your talent. She wants to know everything about flower patterns, too.

And so she listens every time you explain things.

You pick together the pinkest flowers you can, trying to make it as aesthetically pleasing as you can rather than focusing on intent.

A few white roses find themselves in the batch, too.

The shop around you is cold. The layers of warm clothes aren’t going to help you when you go outside.

But the flowers always need special things that are not convenient for you.

While you contemplate whether or not you can leave clothes here, the bells attached to the door ring out.

A customer! Or maybe Sakura is here to bring you lunch. 

You pop your tiny head towards the main shop, looking left and right. 

She holds a styrofoam box in her hand, holding god knows what meal. 

Horrible for the environment, by the way, how embarrassing.

“Sakura!” You exclaim. And then it surprises you. You got so excited over something as simple as seeing her.

Even in the way your heart pounds at her soft eyes.

“I brought you a meal,” she says. You dip into the back room, and she follows your lead.

But before she comes through the door, you offer her the flowers, almost shoving them into her face. “Flowers!”

“Flowers... What a thoughtful gift, thank you very much.”

She looks nothing more than flattered. Her face usually sports a content look, often a light flush on her face, so seeing her smiling so wide feels special. 

“Oh,” you snap yourself out of your admiring gaze, “and thank you so much for the food!”

Kazuichi Souda

Kazuichi is definitely the sexiest man alive when he’s working on a car. His jumper will be tied around his waist, his hair slicked back.

He never wears his beanie when he’s working. It’s probably the best thing about him.

I just wanted to get that out of my system.

You like to surprise him whenever he’s working. Even though he doesn’t mind the work, you’re sure he’d have a better time being together with you.

The optimism is definitely appreciated.

Especially when it’s easy to scare him. You’re tiny and he gets over concentration. Just sneaking under the car and grabbing his ankle is your favorite.

But for Valentine Day, you didn’t want to be cruel like that. 

So while puffing your cheeks, you hop on downstairs, carrying a bouquet of different shades of yellow flowers. A few pink ones are thrown in for his hair. 

And so you approach him, trying your best to shrink yourself even shorter.

You don’t even know what he’s doing. What do cars need when they get fixed? A new engine? Something about a gas tank? You have no clue.

But whatever it is, it takes a lot of hard work.

And it’s your job to distract him.

You are almost an arms distance away until, and it scares the shit out of you, he immediately turned around screams as loud as he can.

The flowers run too close to slipping from your fingers. God, that was about to be the worst day of your entire life.

Before anger can crack through your demeanor, the sense of humor the both of you have came back. So you started laughing, placing a weary hand to your chest.

You were laughing because you noticed his hands holding a plastic container of sweets. 

“Ah, you nut head!” You call out. “I got you flowers!”

“Why did you get me something? You were supposed to come and scare me!”

Kaito Momota

You hum underneath your breathe while you pick together the best array of flowers you can. Purples and dark colors, just for him.

The moon shines through the school’s window. With the dorms downstairs, every night has became a game of who is going to catch you this time?

Every night you’ve been sneaking up to the garden, trying to raise these flowers just for this occasion.

For the last few months, all you’ve ever wanted was to be with Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars!

And now is your time to impress him! The flowers are all ready!

You wrap them together in green tape. The trembling of your hands makes the job quite difficult. And then the white ribbon to top it all off, but you have to take a deep breath while wrapping it.

There’s no backing out of this.

The fight to continue raged on while you walk upstairs, going up the many of them. It gives you time to think.

To think about how much you love him.

Horribly sickening how much you love him. His positive outlook on life motivates you all the time. If you ever feel like giving up, you just remind yourself that Kaito Momota wouldn’t want you to!

The door to the roof is unlocked, as you assumed. No - as you knew. You’ve watched him climb up here every day when he first interrupted your gardening. “I’ll be up on the roof whenever you need me, I tend to go every night.”

You never forgot about it.

Pulling open the door comes with a click. A pang of anxiety rings through you. But why? Should you really be sneaking if your intention is for him to notice you?

He lays on his jacket, arms behind his head and one of his feet crossed over his knee. And he pipes up when he sees you.

“Bumblebee! It took you long enough.”

The flowers in your hands don’t even cross his mind until after he stands up. There’s a nervous blankness as your expression. 

When he steps closer, he can even see the way your pupils dilate. “Are these flowers for me?”

It feels as if your words are trapped inside your mouth. He’s actually in front of you, towering, and flattered. So you shove the flowers against his chest.

Your body feels like it’s in front of a fire.

“I grew them for you. And I tried to make it look like space, you know? With all the dark colors.” You whisper. 

He smirks with satisfaction that only he could portray. To say he is proud is an understatement. You have always been obvious about your interest in him. It was just a matter of when you would gain the confidence to make a move. That’s why he invited you to join him on the roof all those months ago.

Still, he looks a bit smug. But that doesn’t last long, as his face falls to contentment as he turns back around. “Come, come.” He beckons.

You follow him up to his jacket, where he places the flowers down. His eyes are cast upwards, at the sky. You follow his gaze.

How can he gaze up for hours? It’s almost unbelievable. 

You sigh. “Can you explain to me - woah!” 

His arms grip onto your thighs as he lifts you up. The lack of struggle terrifies you, in more than being in the air.

“Kaito, what are you doing?” 

“Look up at space! Tell me what colors you see.”

A small noise escapes your lips. You relax a bit, accepting your position while placing your hands on his shoulders.

What colors? There are a lot. Not exactly the purple you thought it was. Maybe a dark blue, light blue, too. 

You haven’t thought about what color space is.

“Blue.” Is the only word you let yourself say.

He lets you down slowly. “Blue is a good answer. I’d like to think space is every color - Eh? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blink, once... and maybe a dozen more times. “No reason, I just like you.”

[spiritmaiden23]

FIVE AESTHETICS TAG

EMOTIONS  /  FEELINGS

Optimism.  --  After everything that happened, you manage to cling to your faith. Your optimism shines brightest when placed in others. You unquestionably think the world of them, of him most of all. Everyone has the potential to do their best! Sometimes, they need a little push, but that's something you provide a little too eagerly.

Spirited.  --  You're someone who knows how to find the fun in things. You're a natural lighthearted, and easy-going sort of person. For the most part, that is, because, whenever you get serious, all of those previous traits go out the window. However, despite that, you're always happy to share your joy with others and providing said joy through various means. And teasing others can be pretty fun too, so sometimes you can be a little mischievous! But it's all in good fun, you promise! Just be careful because, sometimes, your positive energy may not rub off too well on others. 

Emotional.  --  Someone who wears their passionate heart on their sleeve. Well tuned with your passions, you're empathetic to a fault. There's nothing too wrong with that, but sometimes you can be a slave to your emotions, not taking much time to step back for a moment. Yet, you have displayed growth in this after your awakening, thanks to a mentor and friend.

Responsible.  --  Responsible is your middle name! You're a pretty reliable person due to how dedicated you are to completing whatever tasks you have at hand. One might say you can be a little too committed, but you never saw anything wrong with that. You will keep whatever promise you can make and see things through. After all, you carried out the goddess' mission to the very end, it's all over now.

Wise.  --  In the end, however, wisdom runs through your veins. While intelligent enough to the point where you will devour any texts you may get your hands on, you carry a deep understanding of the world. Though a bit more emotional, logic will persist in the end, and you have learned to fall back onto wisdom more than ever. Certain choices hurt so much, but you know this to be the right one no matter how much pain it may cause to you and others around you. 

COLORS

Pink.  --  An adorable color you've been fond of since your youth! You have a weakness for all shades. It's not a stretch to say you love any bright colors the warmth of them all is appealing to you. 

White.  --  The color that has been with you throughout both lives. You feel a little conflicted about this color, you admire its purity. But. It's stifling in a sense where the color reminds you of your past life and your duties. 

Lavender.  --  This color is more bearable than white. There's a soothing sense to it, and you feel calm and assured. 

Green.  --  It should be pretty clear why you have an attachment to this color, no? The surface greeted you with warm greenery, the goddess of courage proudly wore this color, the spring comes painting the world in this color, and your dear friend was simply made for this color. It evokes bravery to you, strange as that may sound to others. 

Blue.  --  Blue skies still hang over you as you stand on the earth. The stretch of blue has always been a constant in your life, and now you can't imagine your life without it. And, during your long sleep, his blue eyes were all that you saw within your fleeting dreams.

SCENTS

Earth.  --  You fell in love with nature and everything it'd provided for you, including the scents. While fresh air is always refreshing, you adore the smell of Faron Woods the most. Namely during springtime! 

Cotton.  --  A funny choice, huh? But it's something you worked around for who knows how long now. The nights spent sewing or knitting away were comforting moments for you. 

Books.  --  Some may call you a bookworm but, in your humble opinion, there's nothing better than the smell of fresh pages, thank you very much! Although you do carry a soft spot for more ancient pages too. 

Floral.  --  You don't ask a mother to pick her favorite child, so how can anyone ask for you to choose a favorite flower when you adore each scent?! They're so comforting, each scent unique as the flower itself. Sometimes, you'll collect a few from Faron Woods and create a nice little bouquet. Filling your home with a floral scent all while brightening up the place.

Leather and iron.  --  It... uh, it sounds unique. Some might even call it strange, but the smell brings you back to the days where you trained to become a knight alongside classmates and your dear friend. 

CLOTHING

Ribbons.  --  You have a pretty fun way of putting ribbons in your hair! Rather than a simple bow, you like to wrap various ones around your hair framing your face and low ponytail or even wrap it around with other hair styles like braids! Sometimes, you'll put it around like a headband, and a little bow. Hey! You like to switch things up a bit!

Bracelets and necklaces.  --  Such cute accessories you love which can go with almost any outfit you decided to wear that day! Sometimes, you find yourself fiddling with them, but you'll try to wear one or two or more every day! Yet, there's only one bracelet that you cherish more than anything. A lavender set, where you gave one half to your friend. Yet, she'd returned it to you. And you didn't even get to thank her face to face for everything that she has done. You don't have earrings, strange... 

Dresses and skirts. -- What can you say? You have a fondness for those articles of clothing. Of course, because you're pretty active and always running around the place, leggings are also part of your ensemble, but you tend to wear skirts that come to your shins which helps with...!

Boots.  --  Showing off your nice leather boots, of course! You prefer boots above all other shoes, they're perfect for travel, and very comfortable too. The sandals you wore while traveling around the surface were nice, but boots would've been an ideal choice. 

Belts and sashes.  --  A nice way to finish off your outfits! You're a girl who loves to dress cute, and dress to impress more yourself, and perhaps a certain hero. Once, you wore the sailcloth around your shoulders, you'd like to try doing something like that again.

OBJECTS

Books and scrolls.  --  Since you were young, you always found yourself spending nights in your father's archives reading whatever you could. Your room's filled with so many books it can leave someone's head spinning. Whether fictional novels, textbooks, historical books, etc. You loved to read them all, the sky's the limit!

Harp.  --  It's a lovely instrument, and you prefer to hear the hero play it more than yourself. It sounds more enchanting whenever he plays it. You are aware its your bias staining your views.

Yarn, knitting needles, and sewing supplies.  --  It's a past time you adore, even to this day. Without your handy little kit, you wouldn't be able to make any of the incredible stuff you had!

Strange green doll.  --   You saw him in a dream and saw the little guy pop in various texts as well. A man dressed in green who believed himself to be a fairy. Or chosen by the fairies? You can't exactly remember the details, but he was apparently a charm for safe travels and good fortune. It couldn't help to find a few rupees here and there. You're starting to think that perhaps you should make more of this fella for friends...

Wooden Indigo carving.  --  A wood carving of your beloved loft wing made by your dear friend. It was one of the first items you took when moving down to the surface! Whenever you would look at it, you can't hide the glee that makes your heart flutter. Your friend is amazing in everything, isn't he?! You're pretty proud of that fact.

(bonus) Master sword. -- It's not something you own, nor do you have any plans to own the sword. But she's someone who you hold dear to your heart. Without the spirit inside of the sword forged by your hero, you couldn't even imagine how things would've turned out. Fi was a companion that your friend bonded with during his search for you. You're grateful for how Fi helped him out. 

VICES  /  BAD HABITS

Stubborn.  --  You may call it tenacious and see nothing wrong with it, but others will call it as it is: stubbornness. Once you have your mind set on something, there's no stopping you. At times, this can get you into deep trouble.  

Worrywart.  --  You transform into a different person when it comes to this! You can be nosy and interfere with whatever business someone may have and step on in without input. It does not help that you tend to jump the gun. You're a restless busybody, many would say. It comes from compassion and concern, but it can annoy or anger certain people. While the damage is done, you are pretty remorseful of the fact and try to make up for it however you can.

Overly encouraging/positive.  --  It somewhat goes hand in hand with your worrywart tendencies. It's because you see the best in everyone that drives you to be a busybody in the first place. That said, while a positive attitude isn't always bad, it can across different to someone depending on the time and situation. You can make naive choices and even come across as a bit insensitive whenever your attempts at cheering up others may not translate well. 

Temper.  --  Not something that pops up very often, but there are chances of it nevertheless depending on how wronged you feel or if someone were to do something you don't agree with. Bullying is a big one for you. You don't exactly hold grudges, as your anger is pretty short-lived, sadly not many people take your ire seriously either. It's something you can't hope to understand why. You tend to scold people more than anything. 

Self-sacrificing.  --  Oh dear, it plays into how responsible you are to a fault. You are not afraid to give up your all if it means saving everyone. You tend to keep your intentions a secret and run off on your own to finish the job. Placing you in great danger since no one's around to help. Not that you intend to have anyone help you, it's something you want to do with your own hands. You love too much. You care too much. You are willing to do anything to protect the lands and people in it, loved ones and him. Ah... you have died because of this... twice. But, it seems like this part of you will never go away, huh?.

BODY LANGUAGE

A bright smile on your face, her pink cheeks becoming darker! You're full of good cheer and very expressive. Sometimes, you'll even do that encouraging fist pump! It's easy to read your mind since your face is an open book. While your soft giggles are sometimes hidden behind your hand, you're someone who likes to laugh aloud. Towards the one you like, you're not afraid to lean forward just a tad bit. Sometimes, you'll push someone off of some high place. 

Laced hands and a gaze filled with concern. You'll press your lips as you try to figure out just how to ease your said concern. Until resolve enters your gaze, sometimes some might take that as not being a good thing.

You liked to hug the goddess harp close to your chest during your journey. Sometimes, you still do this whenever you go off with it to pray to the gods. It's a bit of a comfort thing and something you wished to protect. At the time, you couldn't understand why but now...

Holding someone's hands, hugging, whatever other contact you're not shy about showing skin ship towards friends and loved ones. It's your way of showing, shoot, everything! 

Your hand on your hip is never a good sign when it comes to you. Your eyes are usually narrowed here, and once you open your mouth this is when you start your lecture. Although sometimes, this position can just be you taking charge too. 

Hands covering your face as tears roll down your cheeks. You're smiling, though, because it's finally all over. You save your tears until the very end. Or try, telling your best friend of your plans did have you cry a bit. 

AESTHETICS

Birds, free as can be, flying off into the distance. Whether loftwings or the smaller birds found on the surface, it's a sight that you'll never grow tired of.

Streaming rivers and comforting holy springs. Water dripping from golden hair and your fingertips. You have an affinity for water, something tied closely with the goddess of wisdom. 

Gold spilling from your hands, beautiful, warm gold. The gold of the goddess harp. The gold of the triforce. It's a lovely power, tied to the divine. Something you're both a part of yet not. 

Leaves dancing with the morning wind, grass with dew on them, the early sun vanquishing the night air in that soft glow. another great day is ahead! so you're up with the world, now time to wake up a certain sleepyhead!

tagged by: @personnages​ (thank you my goodness this was fun!) tagging: whoever hasn’t been tagged yet! ​

[skateboardtotheheart]

Sticky Note Love

The long-awaited PART THREE of my Nick/Pretty Lacrosse Boy(aka Tyler Doyle) fics! You can read parts one and two HERE on AO3, or search “Slow On The Uptake” and “Varsity Letter Jackets” on my blog!

Thank you so much to everyone who has been enjoying my silly little extremely niche ship of Nick and some random, pretty extra on the show. These two bring me an insane amount of joy and I’m so happy you guys are feeling it too. For some bonus content, check out @zendrella and my Twitter AU, where Tyler and Nick are included!! This fic is being crossposted to AO3, just like the others, so you can read it there if you’d like- click here!

SUMMARY: Nick and Tyler and officially dating, and both of them are convinced they’ve never been happier. Over the first month of their relationship, Nick keeps finding lime green sticky notes- on and in his locker, in his textbooks, even in his house. Each one is signed by his boyfriend, and Nick isn’t sure he’s ever going to stop smiling.

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Neither Nick nor Tyler were sure their first date could have gone any worse.

Tyler had texted Nick about five minutes before he was supposed to pick him up that he'd be late; one of his dogs had puked all over the shoes Tyler had been wearing, so he'd had to clean that up, clean the mess that hadn't made it on his shoes, and then Tyler spent about five minutes rummaging through the closet or a different pair of shoes until he just gave up and took a pair that belonged to Dylan. When he'd finally made it to the Danforth-Evans residence, Nick had come out of the house sparkling. Literally. Arabella had decided to throw an impromptu princess party, it seemed, and had thrown some glitter over Nick as "good luck"- Tyler didn't have as many complaints as Nick over that, though; he looked really pretty. Then there was the poor waitress with a full tray who had gotten tripped by a toddler running away from their parents and had spilled almost half of the tray right onto Nick. Nick, in his surprise at the sudden lap full of salad and cool drink running down his shirt, had bumped the table hard enough to topple some of their food off of it and onto Tyler instead. The entire evening seemed to be one mishap after another. Low gas in Tyler's car, a wrong turn in Hollywood that got them stuck in traffic, Nick having a moment of panic as he realized he'd completely forgotten an important homework assignment due the next day. By all accounts, it was an awful first date. 

But the entire time, they never ran out of things to talk about, kept trading shy but happy smiles, and gently held hands as they waited for traffic to finally move. The night had ended with Tyler walking Nick to his front door, both of them laughing at everything that had gone wrong. It ended with a hug neither of them wanted to let go of because the other was warm, and smelled nice, and holding them comfortably, and it just felt right. It ended with Tyler whispering good night in Nick's ear before pulling away from the hug and pressing a light kiss to Nick's cheek, face tomato red as he promised to text Nick later. It ended with Nick being too impatient for Tyler to text him that as soon as he was up in his room, he was shooting off a good night text to thank Tyler for a nice- albeit disastrous- evening. It ended with a promise that this wasn't the only date for them.

It only took one more date before Tyler kissed his lips instead, leaving both of them a giggling mess as hands rested on cheeks and ran through hair. It took three dates total before Nick called Tyler his boyfriend for the first time. Nick didn't think he'd ever see Tyler smile wider than when he'd heard the word come from Nick's mouth, and the rest of his sentence got derailed as Tyler kissed him instead. The kiss had been more smiles than anything, but it had both their stomachs doing flips and their hearts fluttering heavily but happily. 

It was the day after that the notes started. Nick hadn’t been expecting it, and he’d blushed so hard that first time he was sure that his entire body temperature must have risen. It was the morning after Nick had called Tyler his boyfriend, that they’d made the relationship official, and Nick found the first note stuck to the metal door of his locker. It was a lime green sticky note, the shade Nick knew his boyfriend’s favorite color to be. It stood out against the blue of his locker, and it was bright enough that Nick had been able to spot it from the other end of the hallway. He approached his locker with confusion at the bright green, glancing around to see if anyone else's locker had also been branded with some type of note. When it became evident that it was just his own, Nick frowned a little, finally reaching his locker. His backpack hung off his arm as he reached out, pulling off the folded in half note stuck to the metal. Nick unfolded the little piece of paper, finding himself smiling almost immediately at the black pen scrawled across the lime green. 

I can’t believe I get to call you my boyfriend. I don’t think I’m gonna stop smiling all day. See you at lunch, handsome ♡  -T 

Nick could feel the heat under his skin rising up his neck and onto his cheeks, and he smiled goofily down at the piece of paper in his hand. It made his cheeks hurt, eyes squinted so that it was almost difficult to see. He’d been floating on cloud nine since last night, his steps feeling lighter and a hum following him around the house this morning that had his fathers watching him with raised eyebrows and small, knowing grins. Tyler made Nick’s heart skip beats and his stomach flutter and his head spin. He could honestly say he’d never felt like this before- not when he was dating Carrie, not during that brief stint when he’d had a crush on Julie, never. Tyler was just. . . special. 

Amazing. 

And he was Nick’s boyfriend.

He knew Tyler was just as excited as himself that their relationship was official now, but being able to see it written out in this little note, seeing a little drawn heart and Tyler calling him handsome, was something so comforting and happiness inducing. Nick wasn’t sure how long he stood at his own locker, just reading over the note again and again, but was shocked out of his reverie by the warning bell alarming overhead, letting students know classes started in three minutes. Nick was quick to tuck the note into his pocket, sorting through what he needed and depositing the rest in his locker. He had four classes before lunch, and Nick was sure he’d spent more time staring at the note from Tyler than he did paying any attention to his teachers. 

During their shared music class, Carrie had nudged him, a question in her eyes. Nick had just smiled and shrugged, not quite willing to tell her about the note, but Carrie had glanced down at the paper then taken one look at the lovestruck smile on his face before rolling her eyes fondly. When Nick finally did reach lunch, the only time during school that he and Tyler really saw each other, he found that he’d beaten his boyfriend there. At their usual table were a few others from the lacrosse team, but the seat in which Tyler usually sat was still vacant. Nick, only slightly disappointed by the lack of his boyfriend in the lunchroom, sat down at the empty seat next to Tyler’s, greeting their teammates Cameron, Jack, and Adam as he did so. Just as Nick was pulling out his phone, to check if Tyler had texted him, he felt arms wrap around his shoulders and a chin rest on top of his head. Nick smiled at the feeling, grasping Tyler’s hands in his own and looking up at the awkward angle to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. 

Tyler smiled down at him, looking blushy and almost nervous. Removing his arms from around Nick, Tyler sat on the lunch table bench. Tyler leaned into Nick’s space once more, pressing a feather light kiss to his cheek and whispering, just loud enough for the two of them to hear, “Hey, handsome.”

Nick blushed at the clear reference to the note Tyler had left him this morning, and at the clear display of affection. They hadn’t quite figured out their comfortability with PDA yet, only venturing into holding hands so far, but Nick was filled with warmth at the action, leaning over to bump Tyler’s shoulder with his own. 

“Thanks for the note,” Nick responded as a greeting, to which Tyler ducked his head down and smiled. 

“So you liked it?”

“He’s been staring at it all day,” Jack sold him out with a snort. Nick spun his head around to glare at his teammate, mouthing “traitor” at him. Jack was in three of the classes Nick had gone to this morning, and much like Carrie, had tried to ask what had him so distracted. All the lacrosse boys that they ate lunch with knew the two of them had been going out on dates so when Jack had seen Nick enraptured with a little sticky note, had jokingly asked if he’d received a love letter from Tyler. Apparently Nick’s blush had been enough of an answer because Jack had let out a surprised laugh at his correct guess, then turned back to his work. Tyler, however, looked pleased at Jack’s words, flashing a smile of thanks to their teammate before looking back to Nick. 

“Good to know,” he said softly, bumping Nick’s knee under the table. 

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The notes stuck both to and slipped inside his locker continued. Nick found them in the morning before classes, during the day, and after school before lacrosse practice. They weren’t there every day, but over the past three weeks, Nick had amassed a pretty good collection of lime green sticky notes, black ink across them. Some were sappy and cute, like that first one had been.

I “borrowed” Dylan’s year pass to the mini golf place. You, me, a few windmills- what do you say?? I’ll pick you up at 6 ♡  -T

My mom asked “how’s your boyfriend doing” last night and holy crap I love hearing that word  -T

I can’t believe I let you wear my letter jacket today YOU LOOK SO CUTE AND IT’S HARD TO FOCUS  -T

Some were more simple, just little messages that Tyler thought would make Nick smile when he saw them.

Good luck on your test today!!  -T

Say hi to Arabella for me when you get home :)  -T

Just so you know- I parked in the east lot today instead of the west. See you after school!  -T

Each one had Nick feeling on top of the word, smiling at them and then carefully placing them in a folder to take home with him later. At lunch or after school, Nick would plant a kiss on Tyler’s cheek in silent thanks for the notes. 

Today Nick and Tyler were at the Danforth-Evans house after school, hanging out to study, maybe watch a movie. They’d awkwardly passed by Nick’s parents lounging on the couch together, Nick practically dying in embarrassment as his father had called after them that the bedroom door had to stay open. Tyler had the nerve to laugh at his boyfriend’s flushed cheeks and groan of annoyance, earning him a light slap against the arm as they made their way to Nick’s bedroom.

Tyler had never been in here before, and a smile graced his features as he stepped inside. Nick gave him silent permission to wander around the room, looking at whatever he wanted, while Nick moved to sit on the pale green comforter of his bed. He watched as Tyler admired the three guitars sitting in the corner of his room- the bubblegum pink electric sitting proudly in the front- and smiled at the lacrosse stick pinned above the closet door. 

"Are these. . ." Tyler began asking, fascinated by something on Nick's dresser. "Are these my sunglasses?"

At the finished question, Nick felt heat rise up his neck. Tyler turned around to face him, holding up a pair of blue glasses with black tinted lenses. It was the pair Tyler had loaned him after Nick had gotten a concussion and the sunlight was too bright for his headache. Tyler must have taken Nick's silence as answer enough, because he let out a laugh as he looked down to the sunglasses in his hand. 

"I didn't even realize you'd kept them," Tyler's voice was quiet, pitched slightly higher. Nick thought he could see a smile on his boyfriend's lips. 

"Y-yeah, well, they, um. They reminded me of you, so, yeah," Nick rambled out, not quite looking at Tyler. Tyler looked up at him, an almost glassy look in his eyes. 

"Sorry, is that- is that weird to tell you?" Nick asked, cringing a little as Tyler turned around to set the sunglasses back in their place on his dresser. He heard Tyler laugh quietly as he turned back around, taking the few steps over to the bed to stand in front of where Nick stood. 

"No, it's not weird," Tyler picked up one of Nick's hands, twining their fingers together. Nick gave a small tug, signalling Tyler to sit down next to him. "I think it's kinda cute. I mean, you really kept them because it made you think of me?"

Tyler was blushing too now, a layer of awe in his voice like he couldn't believe anyone would ever do something like that. It made Nick think that maybe Tyler had no idea he’d been keeping those lime green slips of paper, either. Nick squeezed Tyler's hand, bumping their shoulders together. 

"Well, it's not everyday the cutest guy you've ever seen drives you to urgent care. Gotta remember the occasion somehow," Nick's voice had teasing laced through it, but he knew the sincerity shown through by the way Tyler smiled brightly down at their joint hands. 

"Plus," Nick continued, "don't know if you heard, but even before you were my boyfriend- I was kind of embarrassingly into you." 

Nick wasn't sure Tyler ever looked prettier than when he was smiling, shades of pink on his cheeks. Nick could write a set of notes as big as the ones he’d received from Tyler dedicated solely to how pretty his boyfriend was. 

"Don't tell your boyfriend I told you this," Tyler started, "but he'd been trying to get the courage to ask you out for a year before you beat him to it." 

Tyler sounded shy and quiet, keeping his eyes trained on their joint hands. Nick stared at him with surprise, his mouth opened slightly. 

"You never told me that."

 A year? Tyler had liked him for a year before they started dating? It filled Nick with warmth along with the surprise. 

"Just want you to know that being embarrassingly into each other goes both ways."

When Tyler finally looked at him, with the blush still on his cheeks and a shy look in his eyes, Nick couldn't stop himself from leaning forward to kiss him. He kept it short, aware of the wide open door, but didn't resist when Tyler put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him back for another, slightly longer kiss. When they pulled back, smiling to each other, Nick scooted closer to Tyler on the bed, resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. 

"Since I guess we're doing romantic confessions today. . ." Nick started, making Tyler laugh, "I don't think I'm ever gonna get tired of kissing you."

Tyler let out a high pitched whine, almost like a squeak, tensing as he covered his face with his free hand. 

"Damn it, Nick, you can't just say stuff like that!"

Nick picked his head off Tyler's shoulder, laughing at his blushing boyfriend's expense. 

"I thought I'd stop constantly blushing around you now that we're dating, but it's your goal to prove me wrong, isn't it?"

"T, all you need to do is look at me to make me blush. Pretty sure we're on even playing ground."

He could see Tyler smiling from below the hand still covering his face. Nick peeled the hand away, holding that one in his own as well. He retook his position with his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, smiling as he felt Tyler press a kiss into his hair. They didn’t end up getting much studying done or a movie watched in the end. They were mindful of the open door, though, so they fell back onto the bed, laying next to each other and talking, laughing, trading soft kisses back and forth. At one point, Nick got up to use the bathroom, and he came back to Tyler now on the floor, Arabella in his lap with her sparkly purple tutu splayed over his thighs. Tyler had his arms around her middle, speaking lowly to her, giggles filling the room as she nodded along with whatever Nick’s boyfriend had told his little sister. The two of them together was an unfairly adorable sight, Nick decided, and his heart skipped a beat when they both spotted him, matching grins blinding him. 

Arabella stayed with them the rest of the time Tyler was over, running between her own room and Nick’s to introduce Tyler to all her favorite toys and bestow her favorite princess crown on Nick’s head. It wasn’t until after Tyler left that evening, having gone home for a family dinner, that Nick found the first note that wasn’t left in his locker. He was grabbing a pair of shorts from his dresser when a familiar lime green caught his eye, stuck to the sunglasses.  

I’m never gonna get sick of kissing you either See you in the morning, dork :P  -T

PS- tell Ari she’s my fav Danforth-Evans 

Nick let out a laugh at the post-script, shaking his head fondly as he moved to grab the old shoebox from under his bed, placing the paper gently in the box along with the rest of the notes. He tucked it closed once more, putting it back in position and heading downstairs to his family. 

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As it turned out, the note in his bedroom wasn’t a one time occurrence. When Nick had woken up in the morning, the mirror on the inner door of his closet read out to him: 

HOT DAMN- looking good, Danforth-Evans  -T

It made Nick laugh to see it, knowing Tyler must have placed it there when Nick had excused himself from the room to use the bathroom last night. The notes he found in other various places around the house for the next few days, however, were a little more confusing. 

There were a few more in his room- on his guitar, taped to his headboard, one stuck to his window claiming “no view is better than you xoxo”, and other places he should have noticed them way earlier- one stuck to the coffee pot the next morning claiming that Tyler would be waiting at the school with a latte from that coffee shop Nick loved, one next to his toothbrush in the bathroom. Nick didn’t say anything about the notes magically appearing in his house, but three days in, he rolled his eyes fondly at the lime green paper stuck on the inside of his favorite book, and texted his boyfriend. 

Okay I’ll bite

Which one of my family did you bribe to help you with this

i’m sorry i have no idea what you’re talking about

i absolutely did not collude with your sister about leaving you notes and you should be ashamed for even accusing me of that 

Nick couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him at his boyfriend’s text, a warmth filling his chest at the idea of Tyler and Arabella interacting. He remembered the conspiratorial smirks on his boyfriend and sister’s faces when he’d come back from the bathroom the other day.

So if I go talk to Ari right now she’ll have no clue what I’m talking about? 

bold of you to assume she would ever give me up nick danforth-evans i’m totally her favorite now

Carrie is and always will be her favorite but I’m loving the enthusiasm

Sure enough, though, when Nick knocked on his little sister’s door- interrupting a tea party with her stuffed animals and a number of Nick’s old Hot Wheels toys- asking her about the appearance of the lime green notes, she just burst into giggles. Not an actual word to say that it was Tyler, just gave him a cheeky smile and told him to close his eyes. Nick rolled his eyes, but agreed, and opened them again when he felt an adhesive on his forehead and the tickling of paper on his nose. He stuck his tongue out at Arabella for sticking the note on his forehead, which set her off giggling once again, and pulled it off. 

Told Ari to give you this one when you inevitably figure it out. She’s surprisingly sneaky for a 7yo. Give her a hug for me as thanks for helping?? Hope you enjoyed our little conspiracy ♡  -T 

Nick hugged Arabella tightly, placing the note gently in his pocket until he could put it with the rest. He joined his sister in her tea party, a wide smile on his face he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get rid of if he tried. It was such a silly, little thing for Tyler to be doing over the past month, but Nick loved it. He loved the smile it brought to his own face, and the thoughtfulness from Tyler, and the extra layer of joy surrounding their relationship through the notes. Overtime, the notes never really stopped. They lessened- only to be saved for special occasions or a day when Tyler was feeling particularly sappy- but as always, each one brought a smile to Nick’s face and found a home in his neatly kept shoebox under the bed. They were something to pull out and reread when Nick was having a bad day, when he was feeling sentimental, or for that time Tyler was bed-ridden with the flu for a week and damn, Nick really missed him. And if shortly after they started dating, Nick found that his own favorite color was also becoming lime green, that was no one’s business but his own.  

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed this, and that it rotted your teeth like it did mine. I have the tag list below but let me know if you’d like to be added!

tag list: @zendrella @blackholeunderyourbed @sunsetcurve123 @williexmercer @idontknowimbadatthis 

[amoosewritesfanfic]

✦ 24 - swimsuit

[+18]

[Shouto Todoroki X Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: body praising, kissing, vanilla sex, condom, some self conscious thoughts.]

[I don't own any characters or art, all credit goes to the original creators]

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"I dunno Mina... I'm not as confident as you are to wear something like this..." you breathed out heavily.

"You'll be fine, you'll make all the boys and girls drool~" she said hugging you from behind as she gave your cheek a soft kiss.

You sighed with a small smile on your lips.

"Fine... but only because I trust your judgement." You breathed out.

"Baby trust me you'll look hot! Don't you think Kiri?!" She glanced over to Kirishima and Katsuki who were sitting and texting on their phones.

Kirishima looked up and gave a bright smile.

"Y/N you actually look good! Don't you think Katsu?" Kirishima looked over to Katsuki who glanced up from his phone and gave a nod and a grunt.

He promised to be on his best behavior today so it was odd seeing the loud blonde... not being loud.

"See! Don't stress out!" Mina said and you just gave a nod and another sigh.

The two of you finished getting ready and grabbed your stuff before heading out to Shouto Todoroki's party.

The both of you were invited after your rather awkward exchange and accidentally spilling coffee in his lap, which he brushed off rather calmly.

He spoke to you for a few minutes after that and then gave you and Mina, who was trying her best not to laugh, an invite to a party he was holding for his birthday.

Katsuki and Kirishima happened to be friends with Shouto and they wanted to travel in one care to make it easier and save on gas so they told you and Mina to drive with them.

...

When the four of you arrived and instantly Katsuki and Kirishima were dragged away into the crowd sharing drinks already.

Half of the party goers were in board shorts and bikinis and your heart was beating fast you were...

Anxious.

All of these girls looked so pretty. You had a few insecurities, you hated how your body looked in a bikini or any kind of lingerie it's why you barely dated in fact.

Not that guys particularly liked lingerie, it was an added bonus for them it was just your confidence.

Mina had dragged you to the bathroom so you two could strip down... after all what was a pool party without bikinis.

Minas was a purple, green and black, the top bit was strapless and the bottom bit was a plain black colour, hugging her curves perfectly, exposing that belly ring she got in high school.

She said she never regretted it.

You on the other hand...

Gods it was embarrassing, you themed your bikini around Shoutos hair, Mina's idea obviously.

Although it wasn't exactly a bikini, it was a one piece swim suit.

It was red and white, the colours were ombre, it started off as white at the bottom half and it was three different shades of red.

The darkest red exposing your cleavage to anyone who would look.

"You ready baby?" Mina asked as she fixed your hair up as you stared at yourself in the mirror, were you ready?

Not really but you were gonna act like you were without being too flustered around everyone.

So you gave your pink haired friend a bright smile and a nod.

She gave you a pat on the back and led out back outside towards everyone.

Mina specifically took you over to the bar to get you two shots of tequila to help calm your nerves and it helped somewhat.

"I'm glad to see you two make it." A male voice came from behind you as you downed your second shot.

You almost choked as you turned around to look at the male.

He had a buttom up shirt that was left loose exposing his toned chest and he had on black board shorts.

"Hey Shouto!! Party is looking really good." Mina said giving the male a big grin, you on the other hand were blushing and you couldn't form any words.

"Thanks, uh to be honest with you I forgot your name. I'm really bad with names so don't take it to heart." He said rubbing the back of his neck.

He was so cute...

"I'm Mina and this is Y/N." Mina said pointing to you, who had an extremely red face.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Shouto asked and you gave a nod.

And Mina... gods you were gonna kill Mina later but some how she tripped you forcing Shouto to catch you.

Your hands gripping onto his forearms and he looked down at you.

"Y/N what happened?" He seemed genuinely concerned by it.

And you shook your head trying to stand up.

"It was nothing... I'm just clumsy... I'm sorry..." you panicked and Shouto reassured you it was okay.

In fact he decided to pick you up bridal style which only made your face even more red than it originally was.

"Where are you taking me Shouto...?" Your words were a bit muffled due to your hands on your face to hide the embarrassment.

"You look overwhelmed. I'm taking you upstairs. It's quiet." He answered and he did take you upstairs.

It was a room that had a perfect view of the party, but no one could see into the room.

It was decorated like any other standard rich boy room, one of those large white couches and a bed with a few ornaments here and there as though no one had lived here.

He went over to the closet and grabbed a shirt for you.

"Here..." he said.

You just took the shirt and held it to your chest.

"I... I'm sorry. I just..."

"Hey don't apologize." He said as he sat next to you. Looking out the window.

"You look nice in that swimsuit." He said glancing over at you.

The alcohol had started kicking in, you felt that familiar buzz which helped you a little with your confidence.

"Ah thank you... I honestly wasn't." A pause.

"I wasn't all too sure about it. I never have the confidence for this kind of thing..." you spoke.

"It's pretty... you shouldn't be self conscious about it. I know it's not easy, but your body shape suits it." He answered as he lifted his hand to push a stray piece of hair out of your face, you couldn't help but lean slightly into his touch.

"I suppose that helps... with my confidence." You joked, but it did help.

Hearing such a compliment from such a handsome man... it set your heart on fire.

"Here." He said as he stood up holding out his hand.

You took it without hesitation and he led you over to a mirror. He stood behind you.

You stared at yourself for a moment, you stared at your thighs but your gaze immediately shifted to Shouto who had this happy look on his face.

"I like how it looks... when I saw you walk out dressed in this I honestly almost caught on fire but my friend saved me from almost combusting." He laughed a little, it sent goosebumps along your body, his finger tips trailing along your arms now too.

"You should be confident... see... I like how it makes your hips look. They look soft but it also shows your curves." He mumbled as his fingers trailed along your hip now, his head had dipped down so he could talk into your ear.

And honestly it made your heart skip a beat.

"Here too... it makes them look so pretty." Both his hands now came up to cup your breasts, sending shivers up your spine.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

"Do you want me to stop?" He mumbled against your ear and you shook your head.

He took that moment to nibble on your ear as he kneaded your breasts in his palm.

It made you moan quietly and lean back in his touch.

With half lidded hues you watched him as his hands groped at your breasts and rubbed your curves. You were letting out quiet whimpers and he found them to be adorable.

"Your body deserves all the praise... it's so perfect... every inch.. every stretch mark, every scar, every little hair that you hate.. it's perfect it defines you for you..." he mumbled as he kissed your neck after pushing your hair out of the way.

His free hand still trailing along your body.

For some reason... gods knew how or why.

But you felt a heat building up in between your legs.

Watching him touch you like this aroused you...

It was a little embarrassing.

His hands moved back to your breasts now pulling down the costume to expose your breasts.

"Are you becoming aroused baby girl?" His voice was so raspy, especially when he saw your breasts.

"Yes..." you answered truthfully.

"Such an honest girl..." his fingers started pinching your nipple as his other hand trailed down your chest and your stomach to dip between your thighs.

Fingers rubbing you through the swimming costume which made you moan quietly.

"Your moans sound so pretty baby girl..." he whispered.

You were struggling to stay up straight your body was on fire from the teasing of his fingers and from the lewd words he spoke into your ear and you knew he felt the same because you felt his arousal against your ass.

And watching it all unfold in front of you only aroused you more.

You broke eye contact with the mirror the moment he tilted your head to kiss you.

The kiss was passionate, deep and loving, but oh there was a bit of hunger too.

He was so eager to please you, to give you more.

He broke the kiss as he stripped off his shirt and his pants before he carried you over to the bed now, laying you back as you stared up at him with that needy flustered expression.

His eyes drank in that lewd expression on your face.

He cursed under his breath and he leaned over to grab a condom from the night stand.

He tore the foil open and slid the condom on, oddly enough a scent of strawberry filled the room.

"Scented?" You couldn't help but laugh.

"Gotta smell good I suppose." He laughed a little as he pushed your costume to the side, exposing your slick.

"Did someone give them to you...?" You were distracting yourself for a moment and he gave a nod.

"Yeah... Kaminari. That blonde with the lightning strike in his hair." The male spoke and you smiled.

"Not a bad choice I suppose."

"Are you ready?" He asked looking down at you as he rubbed himself against you, the feeling of the rubber against your slick made you whimper quietly.

You gave a slow nod and he positioned himself at your folds before he slid himself in.

He gave out a groan feeling how tight and wet your cunt was.

"Fuck... baby girl..." he mumbled burying himself in the deepest parts of your cunt making you moan his name.

"I'm gonna start moving..." he grunted and he did, his movements were slow and gentle at first, allowing you to get use to his size.

Your moans filling the room as he hips moved.

It wasn't until the words;

"P-please move faster Shou...~♡" escaped your lips in a needy desperate moan, that he shifted slightly, lifting your legs over his shoulders as his hips started moving faster, hitting the deepest parts of your pussy now.

Sounds of skin smacking against each other as well as moans and grunts filled the room.

Gods it was such an amazing feeling...

"Theres... a good girl... are you gonna cum for me?" He coaxed as one hand reached and started rubbing your clit as he moved his hips a bit faster.

"Y-yes!" You moaned out your head tilting back into the pillow, your legs tensing up as you neared your orgasm, you knew Shouto was close too especially from how erratic his thrusts had become.

With a few more intense thrusts you had both started cumming.

Shoutos load spilling into the strawberry scented condom.

Both of you took a moment to come down from your high before Shouto pulled out and disposed of the condom.

Of course you got comfortable in his bed.

"Do you need a few moments?" He asked as he pulled on his board shorts before sitting on the bed and stroking your cheek as you laid on your back.

You leaned into his hand, tilting your head slightly to place a soft kiss on it.

"I think... I'll be okay." You said resting you hand on his as you looked up into his different coloured hues.

"Thanks by the way... no one." A pause.

"No one has ever done that before it makes me really happy." You breathed out smiling and he gave a nod.

"Anytime Y/N, I'll be sure to remember it for next time... come on we should go back down. I'm sure everyone is looking for me." Shouto said as he helped you up and fixed your swimming costume.

Perhaps it wasn't a complete embarrassment, after all you were praised and you now have slightly more confidence.

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[crystal-moon-101]

I’m sorry, I’m not great at close up/slight dynamic poses! At least the shading looks nice...

Anywayyyy, here’s that ship picture I briefly mentioned before! This is suppose to be when Julie, Breach and Francis realized they were in love with their future partner. All of them had different circumstances when it hit them.

Also! I should probally mention that my redraws are also part of my own rewrite/reboot/remake or whatever you wanna call of it each show. I have a made up canon.

-Benlie-

It had been a while since Julie met Ben, went on a couple of dates, learned his secret, adopted an alien pet and watch Ben have fourteen baby chills. A strange life Julie got caught up in, but she is somewhat glad to be part of the galaxy world in someways. 

As for this relationship, is had been a quiet day where the two finally got a full date, without any chaos. It was also the time she got to see parts of Ben that he rarely displayed. His softer and cute goofball side, rather than overly confident hero pushed around. 

Yes, his bravery to go out and protect or save people is a big bonus to her, but seeing this calmer side made her realize just how complicated this boy was underneath, along with being comfortable enough to show her it. 

Her cute goof.

Notes:

A very up and down relationship for a while, but they finally  settled and become very much official sometime when they were seventeen. Somewhat thanks to Vilgax actually...

The pair have this cute little couple comfort thing where they’ll rest foreheads together. It always calms Ben, allowing him at least a moment to relax and think, thankful to have someone close as he does so.

While Ben has had plenty of other girls flirt with them, there once was a event where a prince alien was hitting on Julie. He was quick to put the prince in his place.

Ben likes to serenade her with his guitar skills~

Julie (With Ship as her battle suit) once beat the crap out of Vilgax when he was tormenting Ben.

It’ll take quite sometime before Julie’s dad will approve of Ben. He knows the kid’s not bad, he’s just protective of his little girl, especially with the kind of life he lives.

When his arm is replaced by the Omnitrix, she was one of the key people who helped him adjust to living with it, sometime using Ship to relieve the stress it put on him in the early days of having it.

She is one of the few people who can keep him in line.

When they get back together, Ben was absolutely nervous he would screw it up again, coming off a sweeter, yet more anxious at times. But she is patient, along with admitting she also caused problems in the past as well.

Many openly tell Ben they approve of her. His parents, grandparents, Gwen, Kevin, hell, even Azmuth.

They like having morning jogs together.

-Brex-

Breach had gotten herself caught up in...dangerous and dark matters. She was so scared, unsure how to process anything. So, she went to the only person she trusted at the time, Rex. 

The boy agreed to help, especially after seeing how distressed she was. Unfortunately, he ended up getting caught in the danger and the pair got stuck in a fight with some foes. Breach was wary, confused, hurting and panicked, her emotions uncontrollable. The fight, loud noises, people who hurt her, she couldn’t take it and snapped, her portals going crazy while she fled to the world of stillness. She had planned to stay there, away from all that scared and hurt her. But...Rex showed up, having chased after her.

Despite being battered, bruised and bleeding, this boy went to hell and back to reach out to her, telling her he wasn’t giving up on her, that he cares and wants to help, no matter what. 

She had never had someone so determined to help her. Most would cast her aside when they saw the ugly side of her. But in that moment, she realized something. Rex did care, he was her friend and he was real...and that she loved him for it.

Notes:

Their favorite movie to watch together is ‘Book Of Life’. The colours, characters and story always makes them happy. They even dressed up as La Muerte and Xibalba on Halloween.

When they first started dating, Breach was rather insecure. It was common knowledge that Rex was handsome with a charming personality, resulting in plenty of people flirting with him. It often made her wonder why he picked her out of all the other girls.

Rex loves their height difference, because he will often nuzzle the top of her head or hang his arms over her shoulders from behind.

They both support each other on the fact they both know they are powerful EVOs that can be destructive, promising that whenever either of them snaps, the other will do what they can to reach them.

When they’re older and live together, Breach actually uses her powers to move Rex’s old family home closer to Providence for them to live in.  

Rex has found a way to comfort her is by connecting their nanites. It keeps her grounded to reality and makes her feel closer to him.

When they start becoming friends, she likes to ask him all kinds of questions. Some serious, some not. He’s always happy to answer and explain how the world works to her.

You disrespect his girl, he won’t be afraid to disrespect you. (That or smack you.)

Her relationship towards Six and Holiday is somewhat iffy...but it gets there.

-Zancis-

It had been a a few month since Francis crashed with the Saturdays, hiding from his people. But over time, he started to feel...strange? He didn’t know what was wrong with him, so he began to invetiage.

Could he be sick? No, that wasn’t it, because it only happened whenever he was around Zak. They would still sass each other, but he knows it’s not old grudges jabbing away at him. Maybe his people put a code in his brain?...Nope, not that. 

He seems a good while trying to figure out what is wrong, when one day it finally hit him. Somehow, when walking into the kitchen one morning, seeing a dead tired Zak tying up his messing hair in the sunlight, was what made him realizes he had feeling for the fellow teen....it was also then he realized how screwed he was.

Notes:

It took a good while for Francis to gain the approval of each Saturday member. They were all so protective of their youngest member. Drew somewhat scared him the most.

His confession for Zak had...not been romantic in the slightess. Instead, he shouted out his feelings for him after a tense situation and argument. 

Zak is a very cuddly and snuggly guy, always wanting some kind of psychical contact with others. Poor Francis wasn’t use to kind of affection, along with how needy his boyfriend could get.

Zak is 100% the alpha of the relationship. He can be scary when he wants to be.

When they started dating, Francis did endly research on relationships (Both romantic and friendship), partner behavior and even about dragon, given Zak is partly one.

They still and always will love to tease and sass each other, making it somewhat a running joke to roast one another.

When Zak became aware of his feelings, he offer to start dating and see where it went. But it would take him a bit before he would start falling for his green boy.

As much as they tease each other, Zak is really the only person Francis can go to about his deep rooted issues. He had been learning a lot about family since joining the Saturdays.

Wadi is a hard core shipper of the two.

Francis swears he nearly had a heart attack after seeing what ‘The Hammerthrow’ was...

[maryniss]

Dove L’amore

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Summary: Kojiro dances with Kaoru in the restaurant.

Rating: General and Up Audiences

Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Characters:  Nanjo Kojiro | Joe  ;   Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Tags: fluff, dancing, not angsty 

Notes: hey short not angsty matchablossom fic here u go muah byeee

Music: Cher-Dove L'amore

Kojiro was feeling surprisingly good today. Why, he didn’t know, but did it actually matter?

He walked into his kitchen, the yellow light of the morning shining shyly through the restaurant’s windows. Outside, it was still too early for cars to be on the road, for people to walk to their workplace.

Ah, did Kojiro loved this kind of mornings, where everything was so peaceful, so tranquil. With the biggest and dumbest smile plastered all over his face, he put on his apron and turned the stove on.

But, the feeling that something was missing was lingering near, not letting him enjoy that beautiful morning completely. What was it that was not there...?

Kojiro suddenly knew. And it was kind of weird, but it didn’t matter as long as he would feel happy. He took his phone and opened YouTube.

“Ah, how was it called...,”muttered he under his breath. “Ah, yeah! That was it!” Kojiro connected his phone to his portable box and pressed play.

Cher’s voice reverberated in the silent room. Kojiro turned the volume to max and let the melody play on repeat.

He went back to the kitchen counter and started preparing the food for that day. Some carrots form under the table, some meat from the fridge and in between a twirl in rhythm with the music. Kojiro took a ladle and tried the soup and then turned off the stove.

“Still no customers, huh?”

Cher’s voice was still filing the room. Kojiro smiled, remembering a very specific night in Paris.

And, suddenly he was singing and dancing. He almost knocked his soup over and he was not far from breaking a chair, but it was fun.

Well, that until the other Cher he knew appeared.

“What are you doing?”

Kojiro hit himself on the corner of the table and screamed. 

“I was sure the door was closed...”

Kaoru scoffed and sat himself at a table.

“I used the key you gave me. Also, bring me some food.”

Kojiro frowned.

“Oi, you cant just walk into somebody’s restaurant and demand food...!”

Kojiro laughed and sat back on his chair, his hair almost brushing the floor. 

“And turn the music down. You sing and dance horrible.” Oh, ho-ho, at that, Kojiro, who was about to pour Kaoru a hot bowl of soup, really got annoyed. Seriously, he was in such a good mood before! 

The green-haired man put the food down on the counter and sat next to Kaoru. Seeing that his friend was about to say something, probably scold him or something, Kojiro reached over the table and pressed his hand over his mouth.

“I think you dance much more worse than me...Kaoru... Remember that night in Paris?” Kaoru’s eyes got bigger and he somehow got the courage to lick the hand covering his face. Kojiro backed away; though it was not the lick that made he do so; he just wanted to saw the pretty, pink blush stretched over his friend’s face.

“You know, I was drunk...!”. Ah. Kojiro really was tired of that excuse. He suddenly sat up and the chair he has sat onto fell on the floor. He grabbed Kaoru’s wrist and the pink-haired man made a cute sound at the sudden action; something like a squirrel would.

“If you don’ remember, should we do it again?”. Kaoru’s face only got a darker shade of pink, almost red. He tried to hide behind his hair, but that left his neck unprotected. Kojiro saw the matching sun tattoo they got that night in Paris. He still wondered how he managed to convince Kaoru to have one. He smiled.

Right then, Cher’s melody started playing again. The sound of guitar filled the room and Kojiro took Kaoru’s hand in his.

“Look, this is how you should put your arms,” said he, guiding Cherry. “I assume that you did not dance with other people besides me, since you seem to hate it so much...Also, who would dance with you with that face? Scary.” Kojiro laughed at the sour look Kaoru gave him; it had no effect with his face being so red.

“I’m joking, I’m joking. Though I may be the only one who finds this face cute.” Kaoru was about to slap him. Probably. But the lyrics started right then and Kojiro was saved.

“Come, on, pay attention. If it won’t be good the first time, we are gonna do it again.”

                                           Dov'e L'Amore                                            Dov'e L'Amore                                   I cannot tell you of my life                                           Here is my story

Kaoru didn’t ask what Kojiro meant by good. His palms were sweaty and he almost tumbled down.

“Of course we’re gonna do it again, since you have no customers. Only I come around here for you horrible food.”

“Mhm, yes, only you, indeed...” Kojiro spun Kaoru around, who gasped. The pink-haired man didn’t know what to say; it was just like that night. And yes, he did remember. But how could he admit to Kojiro? How could he when he knew what they said to each other that night? How could he say that he remembered those words?

He was not ready....His heart could not take it...

“Are your memories coming back to you?”. Kaoru shrugged. 

                      There is no other, there is no other                          No other love can take your place                           Or match the beauty of your face                             I'll keep on singing till the day                                     I carry you away

Their moves were swift and perfectly in sync. It was a simple moment, so simple and so beautiful that Kaoru’s head was spinning. He did not want to get lost, but he did. He got lost in the song and in Kojiro’s eyes and in Kojiro’s arms he did another spin. 

They clashed back together and Kaoru tried to catch his breath.

“Do you remember now?”

“The song is not finished.”

They both looked into each other eyes. Kojiro smiled and he took Kaoru in his arms.

“Hey, what the...Put me down!”

Kojiro did not listen. Now, when did he listen to Kaoru? He spun around the restaurant and he laughed. His laugh was genuine and Kaoru could only stay still and look. 

                            Non c'e nessuno                             Non c'e nessuno                             Non c'e nessuno                             Bello come te e ti amo

Kaoru had to hide his face in Kojiro’s chest. He couldn’t control his smile, not anymore. He hated how Kojiro did this to him; bring down everything he worked so hard for. His calm face, his rational mind. Throw them out of the window!

He hated and loved Kojiro and he did not want that moment to end.

But, as Kaoru never have what he desired, a knock interrupted them. He would love to beat that guy outside.

He looked up when Kojiro continued dancing. 

“Uhm, there is someone...”

“Let them stay there. I only got food for you anyways. Since you love my bad cooking.” And, just like that the song finished. For a brief second, they looked at each other. And Kaoru smiled and the song started again.

That day, no customers were allowed to enter and neither Joe or Cherry were at S. And the song played all the day...

                     I'll keep on singing till the day                              I carry you away                 With my love song, with my love song                 With my love song, with my love song

***

Bonus:

The night was warm and kind of quiet. A drunk Kaoru and a drunk Kojiro stumbled across the streets of Paris, trying to find the way to their hotel.

“I told you ~hic~! it was a bad idea ~hic~!... to drink so much ~hiC~!, you brainless gorilla!”

“Well, when did I ever ~BuRp~ listen to you! ~hic~

Kaoru made a sheesh sign towards his friend.

“Do you hear?”

“What should I ~hic!~ hear?”

Cher’s Dove l’amore was raging from afar.

“Come on, dance with me, Kojiro.”

And they danced. And they kissed. And they confessed. And they danced.

And maybe they were just a bit too drunk. Or maybe they liked the song a bit too much.

But, the Paris’s streets thought otherwise. I guess they were just a little bit too much in love with each other.

***

non angsty matchblossom?? me?? surprise shawty hope u liked it muah byee!!

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

The Outsider Chapter 1

Good Ganondorf x reader

Word Count: 1022

Summary: A baby left in a desert, what’s to come of it?

Note: Inspired at first by the growingupgerudo comic, then my brain kinda went wild. It’s gonna be ten chapters, so buckle up.

It was a normal scouting mission. Due to the high tensions with Hylia, it’d become necessary for the Gerudo to patrol their borders with more frequency than ever before in order to watch for trespassers. Usually, the missions turned up nothing; not many other than the hearty Gerudo to brave the harsh desert. Other than their protected cities deep in the heart of said desert, there wasn’t even anything worth stealing among the vast sands.

Nixa sighed to herself. Her leg of the mission was solo. It fell on an off day for most of the scouts, so the daily patrols were kept small. As one can imagine, it was predictably boring. The thrill of Sand Seal surfing was dulled due to the sheer monotony of the desert before her. Everything was just dull, sandy brown, nothing like the colorful jewels and fabrics of her home. Brown, brown, green, brown . . .

She shook her head, blinking rapidly as she realized she’d actually just seen something wrong. Within moments, she managed to maneuver the seal around so she could stop next to the wad of green. Closer inspection showed that the green was actually a blanket wrapped around a tiny baby that appeared to be Hylian. By that point, she was practically frantic as she looked around; enemy or not, this was no place for an innocent babe. The wind had long blown away any trace of animal tracks that could explain the origin of the child.

A quick check of the child showed that it was weak from the heat, skin hot from the sun in a way a Gerudo’s never was, but it was alive. At least for now.

“You are a resilient one, aren’t you?” Nixa murmured, adjusting the blanket to shade the child. “You’ll be safe with us.”

She had already decided to take the child as her own. Hylians may act like the Gerudo were thieves and animals, but not even animals would abandon their child like this. The Gerudo warrior had to fight back a shout of sheer rage at the thought. Given her people’s predisposition to have a difficult time becoming a parent, it was unthinkable to just forsake the gift of a child. No, she would be the better person and raise the child as her own. The fact that it was cute was just an added bonus. Truly, it was a miracle that she happened upon the child at all, and years later, she would still say that it was a blessing from the Goddesses that their meeting was arranged.

From that decision, it was a rush for Nixa to return to the city. The baby needed medical attention, and Nixa had to speak to the council about the whole situation. That’s not to say that the journey back to the city was easy. No, Nixa was unused to having such precious cargo to balance in her arm while trying to steer the Sand Seal back to safety. Truthfully, she wasn’t the best at Sand Seal surfing anyway. 

At the city’s little medical center, the healer was quite understanding and agreed to care for the child while Nixa dealt with the council. She was under the same mind as the would-be mother in that no infant deserved such a cruel fate as this one almost suffered, but she was convinced the baby would make a full recovery.

The council, however, wasn’t going as smoothly. The opinion on what to do was split right down the middle. Two individuals agreed with Nixa that it would be cruel to let the child simply die; the other two argued that it was the enemy and couldn’t be trusted.

“Why is this even a discussion?” a child’s voice chimed in for the first time since the meeting began. All heads turned to look at their tiny king. He was little more than a babe in his own right, but his golden eyes held an intelligence far beyond his years. “It’s a baby; it can’t be a spy or whatever.” The boy’s words were logical, if a little crudely spoken. Little Ganondorf had not yet risen to take full control of the Gerudo due to his age, but he was already well on his way. As it stood, he’d been entrusted with more than enough power to hold the final verdict over matters such as a rogue baby being found. In times where there wasn’t a male among the Gerudo, the council was a necessary evil in order to have a ruling body according to their laws. Their time was coming to an end, and Nixa had no doubt that their king overruling them was just the beginning of their fall from power until his own demise.

“My Lord--”

“No. We’re not going to let it just die.” His words left no room for complaint. “Besides, it could be useful as a negotiator or something when it’s older. Maybe those people will listen to someone that looks like them. Nixa, you will raise it just like you would one of our own, because as of today it is.”

“Thank you, sir.” She hoped he could sense the full depth of her gratitude behind the mask of moderate indifference required by this court. Based off the way he met her gaze evenly and nodded slightly, he did.

Nixa was fully aware of how lucky she was that the king agreed with her. Had it been put to vote with the rest of the tribe, she was unsure of how it would have fallen; the safety of their own might have outweighed any compassion. His point was valid, though, and she was impressed that he thought of it when even she didn’t consider it. Maybe the child could be their mouthpiece to the Hylian king. Maybe it would be the catalyst for the Hylians to finally stop seeing the Gerudo as lowly thieves. Maybe this little one had a destiny so great that no one could yet comprehend it. Maybe . . . But those concerns were for later, years down the line. Now she just had to do a decent job as a parent . . .

[miridiums-writing]

Hi! could I pls have a bnha matchup if ur doing them? I'm 5'5, she/her, straight! long dark brown hair w the front right half dyed white, green eyes + tan skin. I'm super bubbly & loud, love working out + I'm a huge foodie! Im naturally really flirty + my love language is physical touch! Im stubborn + impulsive, luv rain/storms, coffee & PDA. I'm emotional, confident, bold giggly, energetic + observant. esfp/taurus. I'm a night owl, v playful + luv teasing. I also RAMBLE but I'm a gd listener <3

This took longer than it should since I had school. Also I didn't mention anything about your looks mostly because it doesn't matter who I paired you with or what you looked like, they all aren't shallow enough to care for looks, though, it is a bonus they all look for what's inside. Its not proof read so, spelling mistakes are likely

I ship you with :

Izuku

Both of you are just adorable together

You both a very bubbly and heart warming persona that is just a delight to be around

So both of you together is just a happiness overload

He works out often, to keep up with the hero course, and he also does it out of habit after working with all might for so long

Speaking of all might when dating Izuku you hear a lot about him

Random facts about heroes that Izu managed to scrounge up from somewhere

Its impressive the information he keeps in his pretty little head

If you told him that he would go bright red and try to hide his face with his arms

Izuku is alright at cooking

His mum is usually the one who cooks so his skills aren't perfected

Though he will try his hardest to cook for you knowing how much you love food

No joke writing about food just made me hungry, and I just ate :(

If you don't like something he made he would much rather you told him than hiding your disgust to not hurt his feelings

He knows he needs to improve so he really appreciates your hard critique if your willing to give it

Although he blushes and gets extremely flustered every time you do it, he loves when you flirt with him

Reminds him how much you love him and thats really reassuring for him

He's just a totally softy for you

His love language is more acts of affection, such as cleaning up your room when your busy, or going out to buy you snacks before shark week

Just general everyday sweet things

Though physical affection is the third one he turns to he loves to indulge in your affection

Although obviously the start of the relationship anytime you hugged him he would go a brilliant shade of red

After a while he would ease into it

He still blushes, but its just a light tinge on pink of his cheeks instead

He is alot more for words in these situations

As you cuddle up together to watch moves he likes to mumble into your hair all the things he loves about you

Izu isn't as stubborn as you

Unless its something really important he doesn't see any reason to defend his side till death

This makes arguments ever so slightly easier

Not much though but at least you both aren't so stubborn neither of you will apologise

He is usually the first to apologise because he can't deal with you being mad at him

But you always apologise right after

Your stubborn but, his face is too cute, you know when you were in the wrong too

He is also impulsive

This gives aizawa a heart attack because he cares a lot for his students so he keeps an extra eye on you both to keep you safe

It give all might a heart attack

That's his prodigy and you both are so impulsive and a bit reckless

But at least you can both be impulsive together :)

He much rather be in the heat than the rain

Though he does understand your appeal to it

To see after the storm has cleared and the air just feels so clear and fresh

He enjoys sitting with you cuddling with cups of coffee or hot chocolate listening to the rain

He likes the calming feeling of your fingers in his hair so do it more often sound of the rain against the window

He doesn't like PDA as much

Mostly because he knows his friends will tease him for his red face

But he is soft for you he always gives in

Every time

He loves your confidence

Like a goddess graced his presence

He's definitely not as confident as you

And that why he admires you

As much as all might

Almost as much as all might

All your dates have been like mini adventures

Your both so bold and out there with energy so you fit each other perfectly

He is the best to tease

Because his reactions are always amazing

Its so easy to fluster him its almost childs play

So do it often, dont worry, he loves you so much that he doesn't mind

He's more over a morning person than a night person

How can you be so awake so late?!!

He sometimes will wake up in the night to make sure you went to bed so you have enough sleep

You observe everything just like him

He focuses most his efforts on you heroes he looks up to

Both of you ramble

He gladly listens to you especially since you listen to him ramble

Its a very give and take relationship

Neither doing more than the other

Perfectly balanced

As all things should be

[rainbhrts94writes]

The Little Things

The first post on this blog of mine :) Based on a post I saw about the little moments that made people realize they had fallen in love <3

Go get your UwUs 

The Little Things

Taehyung

You had always made his heart flutter, doing funny little backflips in his chest. The little things always setting it off leaving him speechless. The way you ran through a field of flowers, how your laugh sounded like a bell when it caught the wind just right, the way you squeezed his arm when you were scared. 

Both of you were at the store, you have made it your mission to try on the oddest combinations possible, but somehow everything worked. You looked good in everything, and Taehyung meant that, despite how biased you thought he was. 

Taehyung was standing at the clearance rack, looking for something wacky when you came out in a pale blue number. You gave a quick look around; he assumed you were looking for him, so he began his walk over. Stopping himself short when he saw you smile at your reflection, clearly happy with your own appearance, you did a twirl and made the craziest face you could before fixing up your hair. 

His heart stopped, his breathing surprisingly calm as his mind came to a standstill. A small smile taking over his face as his brain repeated the same word over and over again. With a hop in his step, Taehyung walked back towards the fitting rooms, calling your name and watching as you turned a deep shade of red to your chest; Embarrassed, you had been caught making faces in the mirror.

“It’s okay, I love you anyway yea?” 

                                                      ~ o O o ~

Jimin

Jimin knew waiting backstage for him couldn’t be the most fun thing for you to do, but he appreciated it anyway. It’s not like you got to sit with him, but the time you did get to spend together was better than nothing. 

Usually, you were standing by the stage door, the first person to greet the boys when they came back towards the green room. For some reason though, he couldn’t find you. The show had wrapped recording nearly twenty minutes ago, he hoped you were okay, trying to stay distracted by the after show pleasantries. Hopefully you’d turn up soon.  

When you didn’t show up in the window of time used to break down the set and take makeup off his worry quickly turned to panic. Especially since nobody seemed to know where you had gone off to, not to mention the last person to see you may have been Jungkook, and he was the last one on stage earlier. 

Jimin walked around the entire studio, checking behind every unopened door and peeking in all the opened rooms until he heard that cute little mumble of yours. He hauled ass down that hallway, coming to a stop just shy of a tiny little green room, one reserved for gods knew who. Jimin reached out, just shy of saying your name when he noticed you were separating the fruit by color. 

It only took a moment before you made the funniest little noise of triumph, hands coming down to rest on your hips as you proudly stood over your work. Jimin held it together, he wouldn’t laugh when you looked so happy with yourself. 

His heart warmed, but he was unable to control his laughter when you took out your phone and sent him a photo captioned ‘See, I work hard too! /;3;/’

Startled your turned, eyes wide as color rushed to your ears. Jimin could tell you wanted to hide, but he wouldn’t let you, quickly pulling you into a hug, still trying hard to stifle his giggles. 

“I love you, but you’re crazy, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. This is the wrong green room (YN)-ah!”

                                                      ~ o O o ~

Namjoon

One of these days he was going to write down and record your laundry song. Namjoon had never once found the task enticing, usually letting his clothes build up until he needed to wear something that still happened to be dirty. That was when his washing happened. 

Since you had walked into his life, he’d had fresh food and clean clothes, and for that, he was thankful. He spent most of his time with you wandering around the river or hiking up his favorite path in the park you got lost in all those months ago. 

He noticed the songs one day when you thought he was taking a nap after one of those hikes. You had been putting away the groceries, and he couldn’t sleep anymore. Namjoon had contemplated getting up to help, but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you, rapping?

That’s when it all started; Namjoon found himself in the oddest places when you did chores. He had figured out you only rapped your way through them when you thought nobody was listening, and that made his chest hurt, in a good way. 

Finally, he did it. Having listened to you go through the lyrics multiple times, he had the laundry song memorized. Namjoon jumped to the recording studio, rapping out your song, unable to stop smiling even as you gave him a pout and that adorable, curious look. His smile grew even wider when you took in a breath, and your grip tightened on his forearm; Only realizing he wasn’t making fun of you when you had made it to the bonus lyrics he had come up with at the end. 

A permanent “I love you” that you could play on repeat for ages. 

                                                      ~ o O o ~

Hobi

It was how you met. Sitting at an airport in the US, waiting for your flight back to Korea, that had been delayed. Anytime anything even remotely serious seemed to be announced, you bit back a laugh. On occasion, one would escape, though you didn’t seem to mind, continuing on despite the glares. Why did that do things to him? Heart doing a backflip in his chest Hoseok swallowed hard.  

With a single shot of bravery and jet lag as a scapegoat, he plopped down beside you and asked to see what was so funny. Since then, your relationship had been nothing but a constant stream of memes. Each one of you trying to make the other laugh at the most inappropriate times. 

You were too cute when you were trying not to laugh. Your cheeks puffed up like one of those blowfish, and your eyes started to water until it all turned into a coughing fit. Hoseok wasn’t sure why he found it so endearing. Namjoon had once suggested that the challenge that came with making you laugh was the enticing part, Jin had argued it was the weird sputtering noise you made. 

Maybe they were both right.

One weird afternoon, you sat side by side in an empty apartment. Hoseok’s heart hammered in his chest, but despite the racing, he felt giddy? He couldn’t explain it, maybe that was because he couldn’t. At least not with words.

It happened suddenly, without warning Hoseok was flooded with “I love you” gifs. There it was again, his heart did that indescribable thing. When the room grew quiet of laughter, he looked up at you, the once gleeful expression in your eyes had morphed into warm recognition as petal pink dusted your cheeks. 

That was when he smiled at you. 

“I love you too.” Were the words he had been looking for, finally able to describe that feeling.

                                                       ~ o O o ~

Jungkook

Grocery day was Sunday, and you were the funniest person to go to the grocery store with. Any trip with his hyungs usually resulted in a hodge-podge of food and snacks that nobody needed, but everyone ate. You, on the other hand, were like a drill sergeant, always had a list, never went hungry. That was wild to him. 

It was so thorough. Each item placed on the list in order so you could find them by aisle. A huge part of him was amazed at you, not only was that the most efficient thing Jungkook had ever seen, your knowledge as to where everything in the store was astounded him. 

You always walked with such a purpose, slowing down only when the situation called for it. Like if an elderly person needed help getting something off a shelf, or a child unintentionally cut you off as they ran down the aisle. Otherwise, it was calculated and quick. Jungkook remembered your first trip to the store together, he had nearly mowed down two workers and knocked into something each time he had to turn down a new aisle. He had had to learn how to efficiently maneuver the cart if he wanted to keep going to the store with you. 

It had been nearly a month now since the two of you had gone shopping together. You had gone home to the states to visit with family. He had meant to tell you before you left, he really had. They were renovating the store. 

Your first trip when you returned was the funniest, you flew into a frustrated rage. Grumbling about how they “can’t just change where they put things like that.” It got better, though. Jungkook followed behind you with skill, happy to catch your drive-by swipes into the cart, so happy in fact he wasn’t paying attention nearly plowing into the back of you. 

Stopping abruptly, you turned around and looked at him, your face was utterly blank. 

“I don’t even remember why I came down this aisle.” it was so cute how confused you were, he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“I love you.” He admitted in the middle of the breakfast aisle like an idiot. Despite the word vomit and his face flushing, his heart warmed when you closed the distance. 

                                                      ~ o O o ~

Jin

Jin didn’t think you knew just how funny you were. Not in like a ‘haha kind of way,’ no, your humor was all in your body language, those grand facial expressions. Never failing to make him snicker, resulting in your pouting, which only led to more teasing and laughter. 

He was sure one day you’d just get fed up with it, but so far, you had stuck around. Unable to completely repel his boyish charms. A statement that always earned him one of those sassy little eyerolls. His favorite, though, were those faces that you made when you slipped into a social glitch. 

It was like clockwork, the two of you would go out somewhere. Purchase something, whether it be food, a movie ticket, clothes. Somebody would tell you to enjoy something they clearly were not participating in, and without fail, you’d reply ‘you too.’ The blush that followed covered your entire face, your ears burning red hot as the color spread down your neck and chest. It was adorable, your hands would flail, and you’d apologize profusely. 

Luggage in hand, the two of you headed towards the bellman, placing your luggage on the cart before heading to check into the hotel. Tired, you stuck close to him, using him as a pillar to keep yourself upright as he talked to the clerk. She gave the usual spiel, going through the amenities, describing how to get to your room, the whole shebang. That’s when it happened. She wished us an enjoyable stay. 

Was it odd that I anticipated your funny response? The subtly-wrong, “Thanks, you too.” Probably, but that was alright. Right on cue, you seemed to realize what you had done, nearly knocking the rope’s up for the line over as you flailed about. 

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, teasing you up the escalator. You were pouting, poking at my side where it tickled the most when I let it slip.

“Stop, stop! I still love you I promise.” Pushed out through unabated laughter. 

For once in my life, I knew your response wasn’t compulsory, or a social glitch. You meant that ‘I love you too.’ when it flew past your smiling lips. 

                                                      ~ o O o ~

Yoongi

You always came by when he was working late, food in hand, and a soft smile on your face. Never saying much, but hewas happy to have you around. A comfortable silence hanging in the air. You always brought something to do. Most times, you brought a book or a sketch pad. Other’s you had work, something small you couldn’t quite finish while you were at the office that needed to be done. 

More often than not, you fell asleep on the couch in the studio. At first, Yoongi thought, maybe it was the music and the dim lighting. Then you passed out when he wasn’t playing with his recordings; it had to be the typing then, right?

Turns out, you were just comfortable. Yoongi liked that, liked that you never hid how you were feeling. Some days you came frustrated; others, your excitement couldn’t be contained. You were an open book, and even though he had never been one for reading, he enjoyed the story you seemed to be sharing with him. 

Today was one of those weird days, where you looked almost frustrated. Concentration lines showed on your forehead as your nose wrinkled. Fingers tapping furiously on your keyboard as you ‘tsked’ softly every so often. 

Yoongi was intrigued, he couldn’t quite figure out what was bothering you today, but he knew it was something. You were doing that thing he loved though. He had once told a reporter he loved his hands, but he may love yours more. Especially when they did what you were doing now. When you got to thinking really hard, your thumb would rub against the edge of one of your other nails. He wondered if it soothed you, or just gave you an outlet for your unplaced emotions. 

You didn’t move when he sat down beside you. Your eyes snapped up when he placed his hand on the small of your back. A smile slowly returning to your face as the tension you had been holding uncoiled. He doesn’t know what came over him; to this day he’ll tell you he was flying blind. 

Finally, relaxed against the couch, Yoongi moved to stand when you stopped him, grabbing his arm. He kissed your temple, the faintest, “I love you,” whispered against your skin. 

[elitespacefreak]

You Remind Me of Andromeda - Pt. 1

I’m so so so very excited to finally post this little ficlet for the lovely miss @heart-chime ! She sent in an ask a little while ago that I absolutely fell in love with and of course I had to be super extra, so in addition to the list of headcanons, here’s part one of an accompanying Zim x Reader ficlet - plus the first half of a playlist!

The postcard thing will make more sense in part two~

It wasn’t that you thought astronomy was a totally useless class – it was actually fairly refreshing considering you were a hardcore medical student. But dear god you sometimes just did not have the brain power to remember things. Intensive details about human anatomy? Sure, no problem. The name of one obscure astronomical event that happens only every how many years?

Jesus you weren’t Stephen Hawking.

“Who can tell me which galaxy is the most prominent during autumn?”

Did you even know the names of any other galaxies? Like if Billy Eichner ran up to you in the middle of the street and asked, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be getting that dollar.

“Andromeda.”

“Thank you, Zim.”

Ah yes, the resident space nerd, who was constantly screwing with the grading curve on quizzes. But even though you rolled your eyes you found yourself smiling. He might have been from another planet but somehow his intelligence was still incredibly attractive despite your expecting it.

Gretchen, your best friend since middle school, elbowed you from her seat with a raise of her perfectly groomed eyebrows. When you shrugged your shoulders at her she tilted her towards Zim, prompting you to quietly ask her again, before she huffed and waved you off and went back to pretending to be taking notes on her laptop. You were pretty sure she was reading an article on astrology. Zodiac compatibilities or whatever.

For a solid five minutes you completely zoned out, staring off in the direction of the whiteboard while students were called up to mark on a drawn map of the current night sky. They were labeling minor constellations according to what could currently be seen within a few degrees of the horizon. Two or three other kids were invested enough to fill out the map, aside from Zim and Dib, who did most of the work.

Dib was a good kid, he came around after he grew up. You weren’t totally savvy as to what happened, but you and Gretchen came back from summer camp one year and he and Zim were joined at the hip – in a good way. After that Gretchen had an absolute glow up and turned into a modern day, purple-haired Aphrodite. And Dib fell hard. It was always so cute watching them fall in love with each other over and over again.

As your thoughts continued to drift so did your eyes, and they fell on the boys at the front of the room, your mind making a passing comment on Dib’s new jacket Gretchen got him for Christmas before landing on Zim.

He’d grown, a lot. He was just a hair under six feet – and nobody ever heard the end of it – and he’d finally ditched the raspberry uniform. It had always looked good on him, like most things did, but human clothes fit him well, even if he was too stubborn to hide the green skin. He hadn’t needed to tell you, you’d figured it out on your own pretty quickly, but even after he came to terms with you knowing he still wouldn’t take your advice on investing in a more practical disguise. That was fine though, he was a really nice shade of green and –

“You’re free to go, just don’t forget you’ve got a quiz due before midnight tomorrow. If anyone needs to speak with me about the final project I’ll be in my office today after three.”

You blinked back to reality, lifting your head off your hand. “Well time really flies when you’re having fun, huh?”

Dib peeked over his shoulder to make sure the teacher wasn’t looking before vaulting over the row of desks in front you to grab his things. “Fun? You looked bored as fuck.”

Zim laughed beside him, tucking away his laptop. “Earth to Dr. Cameron, hello~”

“Oh knock it off, you know that show’s not real,” you chided, matching his cheeky smile with your own. “I was paying attention the entire time.”

Him and Dib both gave you a hard time as you followed them out of the classroom. Gretchen was still making faces at you and nodded her head at Zim without saying anything, and you continued to raise your eyebrows in confusion.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, making the boys turn around curiously. “Hey, why don’t we stop by Starbucks and get coffee? It’s lunch so we should be able to snag a table, clearly somebody needs to study.”

Before you could interject about how you were going to ace that quiz Zim was chanting ‘frappaccino’ and Dib was mimicking an echo behind him. They were so dumb sometimes but god did you love them. Even when they were shuffling out of the building to the beat of a song blaring from Zim’s headphones.

You took Gretchen’s hand and pulled her along, lacing your fingers together so you wouldn’t get pulled apart by the crowd. “Come on, we’re getting left behind.”

She pretended to look around and act confused. “By who? I don’t know them.”

--

The line at Starbucks was backed up to the door, but people were in and out for the lunch rush and Gretchen piled all of your belongings onto a table for keeps where she could watch it from a distance. While the four of you creeped along the snaking rows of students you were grilled on potential quiz material.

“Oh come on, I’m supposed to study first. This isn’t fair –”

“Life isn’t fair, which constellation is the star Vega located in?”

“What? I don’t –”

“Wrong.”

“How many stars make up the big dipper?”

“Oh god, uh…”

“Wrong. What kind of star is Arcturus?”

“Umm, I can’t remember – ”

“Wrong again.”

“Wow you’re gonna fail.”

Gretchen smacked her boyfriend on the arm and glared at him. “Your job is to help, not antagonize.”

Zim waved her off and draped his arm around your shoulders. “Relax, she’ll be fine, I’m easily the most qualified tutor here anyway~”

“Exactly,” you said, wrapping an arm around his waist as you leaned into him with a smile.

You couldn’t see it because Zim was taller than you and you’d have to crane your neck to see his face from this angle. But the other two saw, saw the way his cheeks dusted just a shade darker, his eyes lit up, and the corner of his mouth twitched until his smile was lopsided. You didn’t know his light cough was corrective, but they did.

Gretchen shook her head goodnaturedly. “Yeah, if you say so. Now turn around so that poor barista doesn’t have to yell, she looks like she needs a nap.”

As you fumbled for your phone to pull up your Starbucks app you felt Zim’s arm slide off your shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, “could I buy you coffee this time?”

His offer caught you a little off guard, and apparently laughing it off was your brain’s only means at saving face once you felt the butterflies start to collate in your stomach. “Pssht, you just want the extra stars, huh?”

He smiled and your heart melted. “It’s definitely a bonus, but you didn’t say no so I’m running with it.”

If the barista wasn’t currently waving you over you would’ve insisted that he didn’t have to, but his timing was perfect so you let him have this one. Plus your seven extra stars, the mooch. His frappes always got him at least eleven to begin with. “How many until your next freebie?”

He stepped off to the side and looked down at his phone. “Two.”

“Aww, guess I should’ve gotten that venti, huh?”

“Guess so, now I’ll just have to buy you coffee again.”

You know, for being from another planet you shouldn’t be this suave.

After everyone had their coffee - and got a good laugh at Dib’s name spelled ‘Memebrane’ - you all sat down at your table in the back corner. While you and Gretchen pooled your notes to compare the boys took the quiz just to be done with it so they could focus on helping you.

“Alright,” Dib said, pulling out the textbook and slapping it down on the table. “I figured we’d give you a run down of what kinds of things to expect, ask you a few questions to see where you stand, and then devise a plan of attack from there.”

“And then I,” Zim added emphatically, “can make sure you both go home knowing what to study in the interim. Sound good?”

His excitement over the subject always made you smile, and you nodded eagerly.

About forty minutes later you were less than half as eager as you were to start with. The subject matter, again, wasn’t boring, it was just… so different than what your brain was already used to. After the end of an hour and a half Gretchen had to call it quits, asking Zim to just text her a study guide later so she wouldn’t be late to her evening class. And of course, since Dib was such a studious boyfriend, left to walk her himself.

Leaving the two of you alone. Of course.

“You don’t have another class tonight, do you?”

With a solid effort to get your nervous leg to stop bouncing you looked up and shook your head. “No, I just needed to clean some before I went to bed, other than that I’m all yours~”

Zim was in the middle of sipping his frappe before he pulled it away and coughed, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a… a really big piece of ice.” He gave one good cough before putting his drink down and away from him. “Where were we?” His voice was a little raspy and it made you smile a little.

You looked down at your notes. “Oh yeah, the sex constellation.”

“Okay now I’m really glad I didn’t have my drink in hand that time.”

“I’m sorry! I don’t remember what it’s called, I just know it’s got a funny name,” you whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“You mean Sextant?”

“Yeah, I mean what even is a… whatever that is?”

He sighed but his smile was genuine and it made your hands start to fidget now that his eyes were on you. “It measures distances for things like altitude.”

“Oh,” you said, sounding very uninterested all of a sudden. “That’s not very exciting.”

“No, not as exciting at the sex constellation I guess,” he laughed.

“Shut up!”

“I’m just teasing,” he said, grabbing your hand when you reached across the tiny table to smack him. “ Besides, now you definitely won’t forget it. So, where’s it at on the map?”

The textbook wasn’t very user friendly when it came to finding the correct chunk of sky map, but once you figured out which one to look at you were able to point it without too much fuss.

“See? Not so hard.”

The conversation was on and off for the next half hour while Zim wrote you up a study guide and let you take one last look over everything before he insisted you’d studied enough and needed to put it down. As you were packing up and finishing off your coffee he offered to walk you back to your dorm.

You blushed just a little, turning your face back to your things. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that. It’s only a few minutes from here.”

“I know,” he said, shouldering his bag. “But it’s getting dark and I’d be an asshole if I didn’t insist, so I’m insisting.”

Well you weren’t going to argue with him, or pass up a chance to let him shower you in chivalry. So you let him walk you home, looping your arm around his while you kept pace with his long strides.

Again, you couldn’t see the helplessly infatuated look on his face, but it was one that even Eliza Schuyler would be proud of. Had you not been around he might have been humming ‘Helpless’ to himself.

The walk was quiet and your thoughts were left to wander, first from your astronomy quiz, to your next bio lab, to thinking you recognized that student you just walked by, to the weird look you got from them because you did recognize them and evidently they were silently congratulating you on your booty call because you never told them you had a boyfriend. In fact you told her the opposite about two weeks ago so now it was weird because you and Zim were not dating - but not that you didn’t want to, and you would, it was just that…

Your brain decided it had had enough of that train of thought, and instead interrupted with an arbitrary ‘what if he asked?’ and then you spiraled into a whole thing that dumped you into your high school memories. That had been a weird time for everyone just in general, but your friend group had gone through some exceptional growing pains.

You were coming to terms with what going through med school was going to entail (which was a lot), Gretchen was in the middle of a huge falling out with both of her parents, Dib was finally clawing his way out of the worst time of his life and going to therapy, and Zim…

Well, he probably had it the worst, and ended up embodying the whole “teenage rebellion” thing to an absurd degree. You remember liking the hair and new jacket, but the rest of it was just so much. The only reason you knew he was pretending to take notes in class while actually writing angry letters to his ex-Tallest (he’d been very particular about that for a while) was because he always looked so angry and eventually one of his teachers sent him to the counselor. After that there was a good week of heart-to-heart sleepovers with everyone because Gretchen insisted.

But by the end of two years things sort of… got better. You had a viable plan of action to get you through med school, Gretchen found a healthy way to be removed from her parents without the animosity, Dib’s therapy had done wonders, and Zim grew up. You remembered it all happening so fast, it was like one day you were all a bunch of edgy kids trying to prove something to the world and the next day you realized you only cared about proving something to yourselves instead.

What a crazy few years.

“What are you thinking about?”

Huh? Oh! You blinked and hummed. “High school.”

“Oh God.”

You laughed and made a face. “What? You didn’t like high school?”

Zim made a little gagging noise. “Ew, no, do you even remember high school?”

“Pfft, yeah I remember that stupid expensive leather jacket you wore.”

“Listen I deserved something nice. It’s not my fault I was impressionable and you humans have terrible coping mechanisms.”

“I’m kidding,” you said, bumping him with your hip as you walked. “But the wig was nice.”

He absently trailed his fingers through his hair, biting his lip to cease the smile that honestly never left him. “Yeah? I kinda thought it was obnoxious actually.”

“You were a rebellious grungy emo boy, of course it was obnoxious. But at least you looked…?” You paused, rolling a few words around on your tongue.

“Normal?”

“Well, not really, but close enough?”

He shrugged. “I’ll take what I can get. Want me to walk you upstairs?”

The two of you had reached your dorm building, a cookie cutter copy of three other buildings just like it. Usually it was pretty lively during the day, but somehow it just felt so foreboding once the sun went down. It was probably the fluorescent street lamps and flickering lights over the front doors. Plus the trees looked a little too lifelike in the dark.

You scrunched your nose. “Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all~” He followed you up to the door and waited for you to pull out your student ID, listening for the doors to click once you swiped it across the panel. “There’s a hell of a blind spot over here, I don’t think this camera can - ”

You bristled and pulled the door open. “Don’t tell me that!” you chided, putting your ID away. “There’s enough weirdos around here as it is, I don’t need to know about how bad the security system is.”

Zim laughed and made a face. “My bad. I could fix it though.”

The two of you stopped in front of the elevators and waited for one of the two to come down to the ground floor. “That’s probably illegal.”

“It’s definitely illegal. I’m just saying I could.” He looked up and around at the foyer, sticking his hands in his pockets as a sliver of nervous energy coiled in his stomach. Being around other people was one thing, being totally alone in an enclosed space was a completely different thing. The ‘ding’ made him jump, he was glad you didn’t notice.

As you stepped in and pressed the button for the seventh floor you sighed. “I bet if I took the stairs every day my legs would look great.”

You didn’t see his eyes flick down, or the way his jaw clenched as he bit his tongue, begging himself not to correct you out loud. But what he did say made you look. “You always c-maybe come do the gym with some time - ” He didn’t even really finish before he set his hands on his hips and just stared at the ground.

“Uh,” you tried so hard not to laugh, “What-?”

“You know I’m pretty sure I blacked out for that entire sentence.”

“Did you have a stroke?”

“No idea.”

“Can you even have those?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“I hope not,” you said, stepping out of the elevator as it stopped and the doors slid open. “Those are no joke, so you better not die on me.”

He followed you out and around the corner, humming. “Would you miss me?”

“Of course I’d miss you, you’re my best friend.” When you looked up you saw a dopey smile spread across his face. “Aww, see? You do have a heart.” you teased, leaning your head against his arm.

“Who, me?” He rested his hand on your opposite shoulder. “Absolutely not.”

You scoffed. “Liar.”

“Technically, I do not have the biological equivalent of a heart.”

You picked your head up and scowled. “Wait, but when I give you hugs sometimes I hear a rhythmic thumping, so what the fuck is that then?”

He shrugged and smiled. “I dunno, maybe I’ll let you play doctor some day and find out.”

There was a catch in your step as you tripped over what he said. “I - what?”

Suddenly his whole face flushed and both hands flew up to cover his face. “Oh god I’m so sorry, I forgot that was a weird sexual thing for you guys, aaaaahh,” he whined.

You laughed and waved your hand. “Oh no, no I thought you were asking me to like… cut you open or something?”

Zim pulled his hands away just enough to look absolutely horrified at you. “No no, please don’t do that either.”

“I would never let anyone do that to you, ever,” you promised, holding his arm and guiding him along down the hallway. “I was just asking, dummy. I don’t think I could ever pull off the sexy nurse thing anyway so that went right over my head.”

“Well I mean that’s debatable,” he whispered.

You looked up at him. “What?”

“What?”

“Did you just…?”

He stopped in front of your door, his eyes going a bit wide. “Oh I said that out loud didn’t I?”

You blushed, pulling your ID out of your back pocket to open your door. “Don’t worry, I’m flattered~”

He blinked a few times, absolutely mortified at himself. “Uh huh, well I’m going to stop talking and give you a hug now.”

You propped the heavy metal door open with the heel of your foot and leaned in to hug him goodbye. He was always good for hugs, something about being platonically repressed and Irken social norms or whatever, but his were your favorite. He was the perfect height too, you could snuggle right in between his chin and shoulder and wrap your arms all the way around and up his back, nice a flush - those were the best. You always felt yourself linger a little longer than with anyone else, but he didn’t seem to care, and Gretchen was the only one who ever pointed it out. It wasn’t like you were counting the seconds or anything…

“Oh hey~” Speaking of Gretchen.

You pulled away and turned around, tilting your head. “Hey, I thought you had class?”

Gretchen was draped across the couch with her laptop and leftover Starbucks. “Me too, until I got there and realized no one was coming. Wetzle got food poisoning during lunch today so he cancelled last minute. How was studying?” The lilt in her voice always assumed something.

You crossed your arms. “It was productive.”

Her lips twitched. “I’m sure it was~”

When you rolled your eyes and finally said goodnight you saw Gretchen make a beeline for the door before you got to your bedroom, but you didn’t bother to stay within earshot, if you wanted to sleep at all you still had some work to do.

When Gretchen was sure you couldn’t hear she poked her head out through the door. “Hey space nerd, get back here.”

Zim was already halfway down the hall before he groaned and walked back over and leaned against the wall as dramatically as possible. “What?”

Gretchen smiled, raising her eyebrows as her fingers drummed against the doorframe. “Sooo? How’d it go?”

“It was fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Yes, just fine.”

She scoffed and slouched her shoulders. “Oh come on, why can’t you just say something?”

Zim leaned against his arms and pressed his head into the wall, whining. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“What happened? You bought her coffee, it was cute, what gives?”

He only whined.

“Oh my god Zim, you are such a baby. Just talk to her, it’s not that hard.”

His head raised just enough to scowl at her. “It is hard, because I tried like five minutes ago, and I’m pretty sure I blacked out and had a stroke. This isn’t - stop laughing it isn’t funny!”

Gretchen held a hand up to her mouth and waved. “No no, you’re right, it isn’t funny… it’s fucking hilarious.” When he started to genuinely look hurt she sighed and bumped him on the arm. “Okay okay, I’m sorry, this is hard for you. But - okay so maybe just talking isn’t gonna work for you… clearly. But you’ve got to do something, otherwise it’s gonna be this shitty soap opera type pining after each other bullshit forever and, I’m sorry, but it’s getting real old. Like I’m gagging on it.”

He shoved her goodnaturedly and turned around to slouch against the doorframe next to her. “Okay so talking isn’t working, what else is there? I mean I thought I was being pretty obvious? Unless I’ve totally misread this entire situation, and if I have don’t tell me because my poor soft little heart can’t take it.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she breathed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “That’s the thing though, you are being glaringly obvious, but you don’t seem to understand that that’s not enough. Literally everyone around you gets it, but she doesn’t. That’s the problem, there’s not a whole lot else you can do if you won’t just flat out say, ‘oh hey, by the way, I’ve been in love with you since our senior year of high school, can I take you out for dinner.’ Subtlety goes right over her head, so if you can’t be up front with words, you gotta do something that’s still gonna get the point across.” When he opened his mouth to ask something Gretchen immediately started shaking her head. “No, you can’t just skip straight to the dinner date, she’ll think it’s a friendly thing. She’s… incredibly platonically inclined, you’ve got to spell this shit out.”

Zim groaned and slid halfway down the wall before forcing himself upright. “Okay, fine. You’re the best friend, tell me what’ll get her attention.”

Gretchen pursed her lips, then smiled. “How about you give me my study sheet, then we’ll talk.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“You still owe me a study sheet!”

“Yeah, and you’ll get one, but you don’t have to hold it over my head.”

She waved him off down the hall. “Less arguing, more complying with my demands~”

“Yeah yeah,” he called, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked back down the hall to leave for good this time. Gretchen was a good friend, and he had all the faith in the world in her… he just hoped whatever advice she had would actually work.

You were too good to let slip away.

[jjbaconsumedmysoul]

Hello! Can I please request a scenario with Giorno and his s/o, where his s/o runs a small coffee shop in the alleys of Italy, and their both secretly crushing on each other? Like Giorno comes in whenever he has the time, and his s/o gets really flustered? It'd be nice if there could be a confession in it too, thanks

Aww heck this is too cute. I said I was gonna stick to short headcanons but this ended up longer cause (1) I love Giorno (2) I love coffee (3) I am a very smol shy awkward girl and this is way too relatable

Giorno x Reader 

*(also i’m so sorry I just realised the ask said “runs a small coffee shop” but I made it so they work in a coffee shop, I hope that’s okay!)

It was tough the first day on the job, taking orders, answering questions the customers had (half of which you didn’t know the answer to) mopping up spills you had inadvertently caused. You had made so many stupid mistakes just in those first two hours. But after the morning rush, you thought things had settled down. Then he walked in.

He immediately caught your eye, not just because he was the only patron currently in the cafe, but because of his luxurious golden hair, his pink suit that almost sparkled under the rays of sun piercing through the windows. Your heart stopped as he approached the counter. He wasn’t exactly the picture of classic masculinity, but he was… beautiful.

He had to repeat his order because you hadn’t quite heard him the first time. You were so damn nervous, but tried your hardest not to show it. He sat at the bar while you brewed the espresso, biting your lip as he sat across from you in silence. When you handed him the caffe macchiato, he finally he spoke:

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” You blushed and nodded. Was it that obvious? You really were trying your best to do your job.

“H-How did you know?” you muttered as you wiped down the counter sheepishly. He smiled.

“I come here quite often, and I think I would have remembered a face like yours,” your stomach tied in knots. What did he mean by that? He extended his hand “Giorno Giovanna,” you introduced yourself, reaching out your own hand to shake, but to your surprise he planted a soft kiss on your fingers. You were screaming internally.

He tried to make conversation with you that morning, but you were simply to flustered. You nodded and uttered one word replies, scared that anything you said would make you sound like an idiot. But you probably looked like an idiot anyway as you giggled nervously through the entire encounter.

That encounter with him had probably been the stupidest mistake of the day, no contest.

He was beaming when he walked out of the cafe that morning. It was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. Your shyness, the way you tried to hide your blush, your cute laugh. Not to mention –He blushed when he thought back on you leaning across the counter talking with him– How gorgeous you were. He wanted to get to know you better. And hopefully, maybe, something would come of it…

Over time, Giorno came again and again. It wasn’t always at the same hour of the day: sometimes he walked in as soon as you opened, other times he caught you on the night shift. Your manager told you that once he showed up on your day off and asked about you. She also told you not to flirt with pretty boys during work hours. Little did she know, it was physically impossible for you to flirt with Giorno: even if you knew what to say, a girl like you was too awkward to flirt with anyone. And, besides, he wasn’t interested in you, he was just a nice guy. Just a handsome, charismatic, friendly young man…

Soon, you grew more comfortable around him, and began opening up to him more about your life, your hobbies, and your interests. You could joke with him and tease him without getting embarrassed (well, without getting extremely embarrassed). You looked forward to the days you would see that dazzling pink suit in the corner of your eye.

It was a day just like any other when he walked in. Just like the first time you met, there weren’t any other customers in the cafe, and your manager was taking stock in the back room. You beamed as you greeted him, already getting started on his usual macchiato. You couldn’t help but look away embarrassedly at his usual “Buongiorno tesoro.” He got out his wallet to pay, but you shook your head and smiled. You had been having a good day, and you were a bit more confident than usual.

“It’s on the house.”

You blushed at his handsome smile as you offered him his drink. Thankfully, because there were no other customers and no work to be done on baking pastries or taking inventory, you were free to lean over the counter and listen to him as he recounted how his day had been. However, you barely processed his words as you stared into his deep blue green eyes. How were they so bright? So vibrant? Once or twice your eyes trailed down to his lips, which were just the slightest shade of rosy pink, but you quickly tore your eyes away with embarrassment as soon how you realised just how long you were staring. Once he finished his coffee, he stood up and leaned over the counter.

“Say, (y/n), I was wondering,” you held back a gasp as you looked up at him, realising his face was inching closer than it had ever been before. He smiled as he placed his hand over your own on the counter. You were completely frozen. “You’re awfully cute, you know? How about we switch things up next time,” you could barely even breath, he was so close, and you felt like if you even so much as moved it would pull you out of what had to be a dream. “Maybe I can take you out for coffee some time. How does Saturday sound?”

“Uhh,” your face reddened and you mentally chided yourself at the stupid noise that had just escaped your mouth. “Uh-Huh” you nodded. Dammit. That wasn’t much better. What are you doing?! Don’t blow this!

Giorno only laughed.

“Alright then,”

Suddenly, he placed his hand on your cheek, leaning in as your eyes widened. Your stomach churned as his lips landed on yours. You were stiff at first, scared, but his lips were… so soft, so tender. You found yourself kissing him back before you had even made the conscious decision to do so, placing your trembling hand onto his chest for at least some sense of stability. He broke the kiss too soon, but even if it had lasted for a year he still would have left too soon. You were struck silent as he gave you a charming wink.

“It’s a date,”

Bonus:

He completely lost his composure when he exited the caffe, leaning against the stone wall of the alleyway way as he heaved a sigh. Goddamnit he had been so nervous, hopefully they hadn’t noticed just how pink his cheeks were right now. He really didn’t know why it had been so hard for him this time, they were just… so cute, so sweet. He touched his lips as he remembered the kiss, smiling to himself. Maybe things would be different this time, maybe they really were special. He ran his fingers through his hair as he chuckled. He really was looking forward to this date.

[quicksilver-rain]

Earlier this month, I received an invitation to a wedding from a friend in high school, which is fine, except that when I checked what date the wedding was supposed to be on (thinking it was like, in April or something) I found out that, actually, the wedding is on the 5th of January, which would be fine, except that the only dresses I own are either red, or in need of repairs that cannot be done in a week, and while I own a suit, it's from when I was in high school and which was like eight years ago (at least) and as such, is from before my thighs had been blessed by the God of Thunder himself, which is to say that nowadays, I can't put one leg into them, much less my whole ass.

This is a problem, as I'm sure you can tell, however, the easiest solution I can figure is to simply go to the place I originally bought the suit from and get another pair of pants in the same pattern, which will be more comfortable and warmer in the long run, with the added bonus that I won't have to shave my legs.

So, with the Mother's blessing and the Father's only command being, "Do Not Buy A Velvet Suit Jacket Quicksilver, I Swear To God," the Brother and I pile into the car and trek to JC Penny, where I got the original suit, only to find, surprise, surprise, that the brand that made my original suit no longer makes that particular pattern (it's black on black pin stripes??? Why would you stop making black on black pin stripes??). So we leave, defeated and debating our next move, which leads me to this idea:

My birthday is in two weeks, and I haven't yet gotten myself a present.

Also, I want to go to this wedding and strike fear into the hearts of men while making the women swoon.

I want to be a force of nature that can be stopped by no mere mortal.

I want a new suit.

So, we trek around some more, thinking perhaps Khols might have something, because I don't need a tailored suit as much as I need something that will be ready by Friday.

No such luck, though I do end up procuring two shirts for the price of one.

Then the Brother suggests we go to Men's Warehouse and do some pricing there, or at least figure out what I want, before moving on to other places.

This is a good idea, because the Brother's wisdom is infinite, so we go into to Men's Warehouse, where we are greeted by Keith, who is wearing a blue pin-striped suit and a pink shirt and tie and looks rather like he might have 'Steal A Monet,' or perhaps, 'Meet Up With Kuryakin and Miss Teller,' on his list of things to do after he's finished with his shift. He glances between us and asks how he can help us, which I answer with:

"I'm going to a wedding and need a suit."

He looks me over, makes a face that says 'challenge accepted,' and then says, "when is the wedding, what's the dress code and what colour were you thinking?"

And I'm like, "I literally have no idea because they have given me the BARE MINIMUM of information, but I want a grey suit, and I think I want purple, black and white as my other colours," because if I want to look like an Ace Pride Flag whenever possible, that's my business, and Keith helps me into a jacket, saying something about trying to figure out what kind of fit would look best on me.

I nod, because I only know enough about men's fashion to be dangerous, look at the price tag, which reads $465, get mildly dizzy and lie through my teeth, "but we're just price checking today, probably, we'll be back later maybe."

"That's fine," he says, pushing me toward a mirror propped up at the front of the store. "I don't know about the fit of the shoulders, but is that the right colour?" he asks, already stalking off to go find a different jacket that will presumably fit better.

"Yeah, maybe a little lighter," I tell him, twisting around, thinking that I also don't know about the shoulders.

I take off the jacket, hand it to Keith and put on the next one, shaking my head, because it's no longer the eighties and my shoulders are already broad enough, thanks. Keith, apparently thinking something similar, takes the jacket from me and disappears into parts unknown again.

When he comes back several minutes later, he's carrying a new hanger with another jacket in a slightly lighter shade of grey, looking pleased with himself for reasons unbeknownst to me. "Try this one," he tells me, "I think it's closer to the colour you want and the shoulders should fit better." He pulls the jacket off the hanger and holds it up for me to put on.

This observation makes sense, because the suit jacket is, in fact near exactly the colour I want, and anyways, far be it from me to argue with a guy that does this for a living. So I do as he says, but pause in the middle of pulling on the aforementioned jacket, distracted by the sudden presence of the rest of the suit, which is, as far as I can tell, out of the ordinary. "Is that the vest and pants that go with this?" I ask, squinting at the price tag, which says '65% Off' in red letters.

What is wrong with this suit and why is Keith having me try it on.

"Oh," Keith says, like he's surprised I noticed, which is strange, because I know for a fact that I look a little bit like a hobo in my too-big flannel, Super Bee shirt, noticeably old jeans and converse that might have been teal at one point, but are now just a confusing shade of green. If anyone in the store is going to notice a sale tag, it's probably me.

Which is to say, that unlike the guy in the corner trying on a white suit jacket with silver embroidery that makes him look like some kind of beautiful Snow King, I do not know what I'm doing, nor do I even remotely look like I have the money to be patroning this place.

At this point, I am broken from my vaguely self depricating and slightly anxious train of thought by Keith continuing: "This one's a special case, we made it for a guy and it ended up being too small for him, so we're selling it for 65% off which would be..." he pauses, pulls out his phone, checks my price tag, and continues, "$120 for the whole suit, plus about $50 for the alterations."

"Oh," I say, pulling on the jacket, and then, "oh," as the shoulders settle over my own like it was made for me, extra tiddy room and all. I look around, wide-eyed at the Brother, feeling like God Themselves has come down from heaven to boop my snoot and give me this gift appropos of absolutely nothing, or maybe to celebrate my surviving twenty-five years on this wildly spinning orb, or perhaps as an apology for all the bullshit I've had to endure at work the past six months.

The Brother gives me a thumbs up and mouths, "that's god talking to you."

"Keith," I say, "I want to try this one."

Keith, who has apparently predicted this entire visit down to the second, hands me the pants and pushes me off to the fitting rooms, talking about what my shoe size is and how they're going to have to make the sleeves of the jacket slightly shorter so that I don't look like a toddler playing dress up, and do I like my cuffs to show a little or a lot, before he closes the door to the dressing room, leaving me clutching the pants in mild confusion because this is all happening very fast.

But really, here, I think, taking off my own pants, because there's no harm in trying the suit pants on, even if I am a little overwhelmed, is the real test, because men's pants are not really made for anyone but stick straight folk, and I have not been stick straight for over fifteen years. So if anything is going to shake me out of this nonsensical idea that I'm going to be walking out of here with a new suit, it's this.

I prepare myself for heartbreak as I pull on the pants, and am genuinely amazed to find that they fit perfectly. The lines will be a little messed up when I eventually wear them because of my wallet, but who even cares about that when you're cute as fuck anyways.

They even fit right when I sit down.

I bite back manly tears and walk out to the mirror, where Keith gives me a pair of oxblood dress shoes, we talk suit fashion in general, and he marks where my pants need to be hemmed to.

"I could take them in a little, under the thigh. I can't do much to make them bigger, but I think cropping them would look nice."

I nod, watching him work while I play with the buttons of the vest. "Yeah," I say, "that sounds fine."

He marks and measures, me and the Brother chat with another salesperson about Into the Spiderverse, and then Keith says, "the vest should be fine, but there's not much we can do about it without ordering another."

I eye the vest, it's bunching up a little near my hips, which is expected because men don't generally have them, and say, "no, this is fine, I'm always cold, so I probably won't take off my jacket, I can get a new one later." What I don't say is that I'm going to have the Mother do some minor alterations, because she is a saint and I'll be able to act as a mannequin for her to adjust on.

Keith nods sagely, like he knows I'm lying, tells me to change again, and whisks the Brother and I away to look at shirts and ties, which are apparently on sale once I've put my own pants back on.

You guys, I came out of that store with three shirts, two ties, and an almost custom made suit, when I walked in expecting a mild heart attack and a few solid minutes of quiet hyperventilation in the dressing room.

Happy Birthday to Me.

[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

2019 Megaman Valentine’s Day (Talent) Contest Results!

Part two of results day, even though I always label the Talent category as Cat. 1, these results are in reverse. Oh well.  Again, raffle prize winners will be contained in both posts, so keep an eye out after my commentary on your art. Not all raffle prize winner are contained in this post. I’ll be contacting all winners soon enough, so sit tight!

To see the Humor category results, please head to THIS POST.

Will any of our Iron Chef contestants be able to create an artsy meal with these ingredients?:

To find out, along with your Talent category winners and full gallery of entries, click here after the break:

Category 1 (Talent) - The Way To A Mega Man’s Heart Is Through His Stomach

This category had the larger amount of participants, and was honestly a lot harder to judge. I really was going back and forth on where to place people, because I love so much about all of them! Your delicious culinary character combos were all delectable in their own right, whether they were actually edible pieces of art or not. I did leave this category up to interpretation a bit more, despite the initial description wording it as a food-themed pinup. As long as it contained some sort of food with a character, it technically fit the theme. 

Thank you once again to all who participated. You all make holding these events fun year after year!

I know imgbox gallery gave people some issues before, so as always, let me know if images or links appear broken. Crossing my fingers this works smoothly this year! XD

After each entrant’s name, there will be a link in the character description to the entry, too, just in case the external inserted images don’t load for you.

[Full Talent Gallery]

1.) @prar-draws​ - Zero and Ciel

While most entries focused on sugary sweets, such as pastries or candies, prar thought outside of the box just enough to stand out against the rest. Taking Zero and Ciel’s already long hair and turning it into ramen and soba noodles, the pair are relaxing together in an overflowing hot tub bowl of their pasta-y strands, broth, veggies and then some, while they enjoy their own bowls of noodles. Despite being heavily layered in clothing, *warning* this is one steamy, saucy pic! XD

*For coming in 1st (in back-to-back years, no doubt), prar has won $100 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value.*

2.) @digitallyfanged​ - Tron Bonne and Megaman Volnutt

Ever the tease, Tabby’s Tron is wooing Volnutt with a sugary-sweet sensory overload at the hands of both her, and her Servbots. Or maybe at the head, too, based on that 2-tier strawberry cake that doubles as a hat on happy Servbot. While including so many treats were definitely eye candy in this piece, so too is Tron in that dress, causing Volnutt to deeply blush. 

The soft glow of the lighter transparency background, along with the usual shine of your lighting on the pair in the foreground, help them stand out. Even if my mouth is watering more at all the Servbot’s treats. Hahaha.

*For coming in 2nd, Tabby has won $50 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value.*

3.) @irischroma​ - Nana

Nana is ready to split her banana split sundae with you. I see what you did there. Your mission is to follow her every command as she feeds you, in her bonus rpg/sim screencap. I really liked the use of multiple halftones to accent the shading on both her and the background of the full image. The background itself is really cool, to incorporate the ice cream mounds, syrup and sprinkles, which also actually align nicely with the sprinkles on her apron. Truly adorbs.

*For coming in 3rd, Iris has won $25 via Paypal, or a prize of their choice up to that value*

And the remaining wonderful entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

@bracedshark​ - Marino

The first entry to embrace food-themed clothing, Marino is the living embodiment of the chocolate peppermint sundae she is holding. I love mint chocolate chip ice cream, so Marino’s green hair and clothing accents fit that ice cream color perfectly. Also while tying in your traditional peppermints as accessories on her, as well as the sort of melty pinkish mascara dripping down the side of her cheeks. 

*Bracedshark is the winner of Raffle Prize #1 - The cel of Duo*

@drewblossom​ - Ice Man and Roll

Another great use of food-styled clothing, Drew made a precious cinnamon roll dress for Roll, and an ice cream cone vest with a more whipped topping trim for Ice Man. Ice’s hair also adds to that whipped cream feel, yet despite dancing around, does a good job keeping that cherry from falling off the top of his head. XD This is a super cute scene, and has even better apparel style. 

*Drew is also the winner of Raffle Prize #4 - The Tamashii Nations Zero figure and Zero emblem wristband*

@hyperbole1729​ - Tundra Man, Top Man, Snow Robbit and Eye Ice

The first of two yummy cookie entries, which I’ll assume were baked around the same time, feature both real world treats, and 2D ones. I give Hyperbole big props for making the Snow Robbit and Eye Ice enemies into cookie shape form. They look super delicious, and I’m a guy who loves cookies with tons of frosting. XD Taking the pic on a wintry snowflake plate makes them stand out even more, so I totally loved your creativity with that. 

That baking didn’t only take place in Hyperbole’s kitchen, as Tundra and Top also spent the day making the same treats. I think their cookie cutter shapes have given me a clue to how you made yours. LOL Very cute!

*Hyperbole is the winner of Raffle Prize #3 - The Zero plush and framed X 3D sprite art*

@larytello​ - Zero and Ciel

Strawberry cake seemed to be the most popular choice of romantic treats, and here lary has Zero feeding Ciel her slice. Your digital airbrush shading has really improved, and it shows in this piece! It really gives a nice depth and definition to their arms and legs, not to mention the folds in Ciel’s dress, or the shine off of their helmets. Even with the heavily pink background, with all the hearts, they both still stand out nicely against it, despite their color schemes. Super cute!

@papillonthepirate​ - Roll.EXE

Our other real world food entry is a sugar frosted Roll.EXE cookie, complete with rosy cheek sprinkles and lemon-flavored ribbon candy antennae attached to her. Again, like Hyperbole’s submission, Papillon had the perfect heart decal plate design to help accentuate her creation, along with the doily it’s sitting on. I’m sure she was delicious! I appreciate the extra creativity taking the theme of the contest literally and making an actual tasty Mega Man character treat!

@peach35​ - X and Zero

A very cute scene of X and Zero sharing desert and a drink with swirly-shape sippy straws at a quaint little bistro off the shores of Dopple Town. And I’d imagine the pair of strawberries left snuggling on the table also sort of symbolize the hunter couple cuddling up after their cake and conversation, too. Pardon the pun, but I like the slice of life feel to the scene, that sort of gives it this Norman Rockwell-styled feel. The detail on your strawberries and lemon slices really turned out quite great; they look pretty real!

SockMonkii - Ashe

Ashe is so busy devouring that chocolate/strawberry filled cake slice, I don’t know if she fully realizes how much she has missed on her face. XD In fact, I think she’s likely eyeing the rest of the whole cake as the booty she’s after, rather than of any admirer. LOL The ribbon and bow background, along with all the hearts, help emphasize the cake as a romantic gift. Again, I see a lot of growth and improvement in your art style after a year’s time, and I think this pic turned out great!

@star-crossed-swords​ - Blues and Tempo

While definitely a sweet and romantic drawing, this entry felt like it fit in more with last year’s humor category theme, Beauty and the Beastman.EXE, that I almost wondered if you got mixed up with an older contest post. ^^; So I decided to go with the assumption that Quake Woman/Tempo had something delicious leftover on her hand that Blues was kissing off of her, to fit it within the content requirements. :D Their formalwear looks very nice on both of them. I like the sparkles on her dress coordinating with the starry sky outside the window. 

SubZeroIceSkater - Tundra Man

I totally read that tagline in Tundra Man’s voice. And the more bittersweet, the more pure chocolate, so it sounds good to me! Containing most of his stage enemies in cacao form, this box of chocolates is like a your chances at an extra life in item roulette. You never know what you’re gonna get. That’s sort of reverse Forrest Gump logic...right? I love how the box is designed just like his helmet’s rupee with icicles protruding, along with all the beautiful sparkling snowflakes and hearts in the background. I want a box, badly!