#speaking of him this is the hair color i wish he had :(((( my fav hair color frfr it exceeds every other one

[lotus-pear]

ok gayboy

#LOTUS PERSONA ART LETS GOOOOOOOO IT ONLY TOOK ME FIVE FUCKING MONTHS #this is for the three ppl that follow me and know about persona eat up my loves 😍 #i love narcissistic bastards who are doomed by the narrative he's a keeper fs #(idk anything abt akechi except hes a gayass detective and loves pancakes and is a tsundere /JJJJJJJ) #he has this sopping wet quality about him that i adore very much. it's the homosexuality i think #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5 #p5r #akechi goro #goro akechi #lotus draws #bro why is his hair so fucking hard to draw it's like chuuya's but if he used a straightening iron #speaking of him this is the hair color i wish he had :(((( my fav hair color frfr it exceeds every other one #the light desaturated brown with hints of russet MWAH MWAH #anyway it's three on a school night i think i should sleep ig😔

[cafeinthemoon]

King - Chapter III

Chapter 3

Wordcount 4k

Title Dragonet

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Poseidon x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: Mentions of blood and piercing; mentions of nudity

Tagging @cloveradora @the-dumber-scaramouche @mikkies @sl33py-zer0 @nooneknows8976 (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So, after almost saying sorry for the wordcount in the previous chapter, here I am with an even longer one lol I've put much effort in this one, specially bc it's the wedding night ;) (wedding nights are, apparently, on of my fav things to write).

A few words about the title: dragonets are a group/category of small, colorful fishes of "shy" behavior, greatly appreciated for people who raise fishes in aquariums. There are really interesting things about them to research :)

Also, I want to apologize in anticipation for the use of the word "manhood" in this chapter bc though I think it sounds good when it's isolated, it feels kinda ridiculous when you contextualize it (but this is just my opinion as someone who doesn't have English as their first language lol)

The Lord of the Seas, as silent as his own domain before a storm, didn’t give any signs that he has noticed your presence in the room until he stopped by your side before the altar, but a moment under his glare was enough to make you wish you were invisible.

He kept looking at your whole form, examining your appearance, that is, his servants’ work through the aspect of your hair, your skin and the gown you were wearing, analyzing your movements, the way you were staring at him, your breath, your shivers, everything. Those eyes, you guessed, were the eyes of someone who was used to have people’s lives and deaths in his hands, and you had no doubts that he could finish you right there if he decided you weren’t worthy of his time.

Fortunately for you – or not, you still didn’t know – you were worthy, and after his examinations, he opened his mouth… doing this to give you an order, as expected.

– Come forward. You are too distant from the altar.

Unlike you imagined, Poseidon had a soft, low voice, typical of a young man.

You hesitated, though you understood what was said, and for the first time a wrinkle of irritation appeared on his forehead.

– You are too distant from the altar, human.

The sentence was repeated in a slightly higher tone, but not even this was enough for you to make a move toward him. When he took one step toward you, it was the end of your self-control: you stepped back, and would have run away if he hasn’t reached you in a second. Your legs almost failed you, and it was a miracle that you didn’t let out a scream.

He raised his hand and you closed your eyes tight, too scared to see what was going to happen, but you opened them again when you felt his hand closing around your jawline; his skin was warm and his grip was far from rude.

What he did after that, however, made you doubt what you were experiencing.

First, he moved your face from one side to the other, as to verify its conditions; the second step was to raise his free hand to your ears’ height and snap his fingers beside each one, making you flinch; he then put his hand at your eyes’ height and showed you three fingers, moving them and observing as your eyes followed everything.

– Tell me – he ordered – How many fingers you see here?

You replied with some difficulty, less because your movements were limited by his hand than because of your nervousness.

– Three… – and, before you forgot the appropriate treatment, – Poseidon-sama.

Finally, he lowered his hand and let go of your jawline. Less patience was sensed in his voice when he spoke again.

– Now, tell me. If you can talk, if you can see me, hear my voice and understand what I say... Why don’t you respond when I speak to you?

You swallowed, and no word was heard from you. You could barely raise your eyes to him, but when you did, you saw him raising an eyebrow, and the corners of his lips curving themselves in a smirk.

What? A god can do this type of thing?

Apparently, not only he could do that, but he had also proficiency in teasing.

– Are you defying me, or are you just anxious?

You felt your cheeks warming up and looked away, but not before sensing his fingers touching your hair, brushing it behind your ear.

– So quiet, so hesitant and small... – he commented; and, with a chuckle, – I thought I would find a human here tonight, but instead of this… What are you? A dragonet?

Your eyes widened at the comparison. Now he was giving you names? What kind of man was that?

Your tongue was almost freed at that moment for you to make that very question, but before the words left your mouth, Poseidon grabbed your arm.

– There is no use for shyness here, woman. Come, now. Let's finish this.

He then led you to the spot he originally ordered you to take.

Now that you were seeing the altar from close, you could see details that went unnoticed before. For example, alongside the earrings, there was a white, folded piece of fabric on the tray, which use you didn’t find hard to guess: in case the bride didn’t have her ears pierced already, she would bleed, and the fabric would keep her clean. You used to wear earrings, but your last pair was taken away during the preparations for the wedding, as well as any other metallic object or jewel you might have had with you, so that you would be at least spared from the pain and the mess.

Poseidon took one of the pearls and approached it from your lips, holding it with his fingertips.

– Kiss it.

You obeyed, despite the strangeness of the instruction. He then moved your hair away from your right ear, exposing it, as well as your neck and collar, and pinned the earring on your lobe. You flinched at his touch, but one look from him and you stopped avoiding his hands.

The process was repeated with the second pearl, and you knew that the easiest part of the ceremony was over.

Poseidon was the first to speak after it.

– These pearls are the sign of the Emperor’s wives – he started – Not only for the others, but for yourself. From now on, your heart, your mind, your body and your spirit belong to me. Whenever I tell you to come, you come. When I tell you to leave, you leave. When I tell you to speak, you do it, and if I want you to be silent, you do it as well. You will carry my children, and only them; no one else can touch you and stay alive, for these pearls must be their only warning. No attempt of removing them will be tolerated, nor even if they come from yourself. Always remember this, and you will stay in my favor.

Finally, he raised the back of his right hand and told you to kiss it, as the ultimate sign of your compliance. No, you weren’t really agreeing with all of that; you never asked or expected it, but you gave him the kiss. You knew it was marking a permanent change in your life, but how many things have already changed since you were taken away from home? Even when you were trapped in the depths of the seas, marked as a god’s belonging, you still had hopes of finding your way, if not out of his domain, at least through it, but you would have to navigate between many things to get there, most of them unpleasing. You still had to learn where you were stepping into, and for this you had to study the territory.

Your study already began, with your arrival at the lodge and your friendship with Alyssa, and now it would continue with this strange wedding.

With the kiss, the ceremony was over. Poseidon held your wrist and, without any additional explanation, walked you around the altar, to the doors through which he arrived. With one hand, he pulled them, and a new path appeared before you.

His steps were steady, too fast for you to follow without panting; you would have stayed behind if he wasn’t holding you. At some point, when you almost stumbled, he finally stopped and turned to you, disappointed.

– Too slow.

You just stared at him, unable to speak.

– Humans used to be a bit stronger in the past – and, assuming a more serious tone, – I am not sure if I like what I see now.

And before you could think of a reaction, he grabbed you by your waist and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a little scream, and had no response from him but a tightening on his grip before he continued to walk on the same pace as before.

This is so humiliating.

The only advantage of this – if you could call it an advantage – was that you were spared from any anxiety that a longer trip to the chambers where your marriage would be consummated would provoke.

***

Poseidon only put you down when you passed the chambers’ entry, closing the door behind him.

You immediately stepped away from him when you reached the floor. You haven’t gone too far when you felt a warm, comfortable texture under your feet; you looked down and found a black carpet that covered the entire place, forming what seemed to be a black sea.

It was when you realized the wideness of that place.

It was like two or three rooms with your lodge’s size were built together, but without walls to separate them, and the existing ones were even higher, leading to a ceiling that reminded you of the skies out there, toward which you saw the bright star flying at that night. All around you, there was a cold, bluish light that touched everything, from the decorations on the walls and the furniture to your skin and gown, yet your sight was as good as if you were under the daylight.

Some meters ahead you, at your left, there was an enormous canopy bed with four columns and a golden shell on the top of each one, and with curtains and sheets so dark that they could be black or indigo under that light; the curtains were opened, but you couldn’t help wondering if you’d feel like drowning in an abyssal zone if they were closed around you. Not so far from it, there was a small table with a bottle upon it.

There’s oppression in each corner of this room.

All of this you noticed the instant when the door was being locked behind you; you turned to it, passing your arms around yourself. Your wedding night was going to happen, then.

Poseidon turned to you and, when he started walking at you direction, Proteus’ advice came back to your mind in a flash.

Trust the silence, the modesty and the compliance, and everything will be good for you.

Everything would be good if you chose to become his Lord’s wife. If you acted like he instructed, you would survive.

But would you still be you?

Anything that goes beyond this you will do at your own risk.

He spoke as if your death was a certainty in case you dared speak. However, if you didn’t do anything now, you would lose what made you human.

My freedom.

And maybe Proteus-sama needed to know more about humans, because if he understood that trying to prevent you from doing something by threatening you with the unknown was the precise way to encourage you to do it, he would never speak like that to you.

To him, my voice means my death. But, to me, it always meant change.

And because, besides a human, you were also a merchant.

And the best thing a merchant does is to trade.

You stopped trembling, and decided to make your first offer.

Right now, Poseidon was going to untie the stripes of his robe, but was still dressed with it. You pulled back and knelt on the carpet, with your palms before your head and your face hidden upon the ground.

You couldn’t see Poseidon’s expression when he saw that, but a sort of annoyance – and maybe a bit of confusion – was sensed in his voice.

– What is the meaning of this? Are you really going to beg for my favor right now?

You tried not to stutter in your reply.

– Yes, my Lord.

You heard him sigh.

– Well, whatever. What do you want to ask?

It was the moment.

– Please, my Lord… Kill me.

Now, a slight change in his voice was sensed: whatever he imagined you asking for, it was clear that he wasn’t expecting something like this.

– What?

You raised your eyes to him, afraid of going too far but eager to observe the emotions on his face while you spoke:

– Please... Kill me... Make me one of your servants... Or just throw me away... But do not make me a mother.

It was hard to tell if Poseidon was shocked or offended by your request. The best you could say was that he was intrigued.

– Do you understand what you are asking from me, human? I can finish you with a move of my hand if I want, yet you would prefer this rather than having my children? – and with a hint of indignation, – What kind of plead is this?

You couldn’t risk his patience now, as much as you couldn’t risk having your request denied. You took a moment to adjust your posture, kneeling with your hands upon your lap, not looking directly into his eyes, then started to speak lower, as if opening your heart to him.

– Poseidon-sama, if you give me a death like this, I would be honored. But if you make me bear a child, it would be the longest, the most painful death I can think of – your hands gripped on your gown – Please, show your wife mercy and don’t give her such fate.

The Lord of the Seas spent a moment observing you. Then, without saying a word, he turned his back on you and walked toward a corner of the room, out of your sight. When he came back, you shivered: he has now returned to his previous spot and had his Trident with him.

So... this is the fate he chose for me.

His grip around the weapon’s base increased, and he extended it toward you in the blink of an eye. You only had time to bow your head...

But the strike never came.

You looked again, and found the three blades pointing at you, at your eyes’ height, the metal shinning under the blue light.

He's not going to kill me, then?

– Touch it – he instructed – Beware of the blades.

You understood you were supposed to put your fingers upon the symbol beyond the blades, and did it. Despite not being made of the same material of them, it was sharp, and freezing to the touch. With all the possible caution, you moved your hand away, back to your lap, and the Trident was pulled back to his owner’s side.

– Here you have it. The sign of my favor. Now, on your feet.

You obeyed and he went to return the Trident to its place, then passed by the small table where you saw the bottle. He opened it and brought it to you: it was an interesting object, with an elliptical shape and a rounded cap, entirely decorated with small, reddish jewels and aged gold. Before you understood what was going on, he grabbed your jawline just like he did before and approached the bottle’s neck to your lips, making you swallow part of the content. You took two shots of the fluid, cold and bittersweet down your throat.

You coughed a bit when he moved the bottle away, putting it back on the table.

– What is this, my Lord? – you had the nerve to ask.

– I am simply answering your request – his reply was unfazed – With this, you will not be able to conceive for one month. The next month, on the same day, you will take it again.

You frowned.

– I don’t understand. If my request will be answered, why do I have to...

You never finished the sentence. You blinked and the next thing you knew it was your lips being silenced with his index finger, after he returned to your side in an instant. Apparently, moving so fast that mortal eyes can barely follow him was one of the Sea Lord’s abilities, something that you supposed to be both impressive and lethal.

He had the same smirk as before when he replied to you.

– Let me tell you something, dragonet. Killing you, thus making you a subject of my elder brother, would be rather a waste after bringing you here. Even worse would be making you a servant with these frail hands of yours – he grabbed your wrists and approached your right ear, whispering – And, concerning sending you away... do you think you would survive as a rejected offer? Do you even understand what it means?

You opened your mouth in shock and he chuckled.

– Not even your people would have mercy on you.

You remembered the relief in Alyssa’s tone when she said she was glad for being accepted.

So, there’s really a taboo surrounding rejected offers.

You didn’t have much time to think of this. You felt his arm passing around your waist and pulling you to him, in a way that you were forced to stay on tip toes, your hands upon his chest, with no chance to escape. With his free hand, Poseidon took a lock from your hair, approaching it from his nostrils, smelling it intensely as he let it slip between his fingers.

– Finally, I conceded you the favor of not becoming a mother, but you are still my wife, you understand? – he approached his lips to your neck, brushing them on your skin as he spoke – You were the one who took me out of boredom this year with this absurd request of yours. Who told you I would not want to see more of you?

Your eyes widened with that. So, he was indeed willing to keep you around.

Staying this close to him was not that bad, though: not only he was handsome, but his body was warm and the fabric of his robe was soft; besides, from him you could sense a deep, addicting fragrance that reminded you of the sweetness of flowers, with a hint of the salinity of the seas. You inhaled it in silence, wondering if it was elaborated to make women compliant.

All of this was observed carefully by Poseidon, and what he said to you about it made you hold your breath.

– Not only this, but you are a terrible liar, you know? – he whispered in your ear – I can sense, smell, your warmth, your arousal from here... It is still just a tiny bit, but it can always get better…

Just like at the beach, when you stood with the water at your waist and your body was too slow to react and avoid the next wave, there was no way to escape the one brought by the god who commanded all of them: the strength of his arm keeping you close to him, having only the thin fabric of his robe and your gown to separate you; his fragrance, which you still weren’t sure to be a perfume or his natural scent; his breath upon your ear, your neck as he spoke; his voice, soft and composed yet youthful, sweet even in the coldest threats and mockery, invading your thoughts like a lullaby, numbing your senses, making his authority acceptable.

If this is what facing a god feels like… how do I fight him?

Not knowing how, you didn’t fight. However, you hoped that one day you would find the answer, for the path to it was right there with you.

The answer is himself.

This thought barely crossed your mind when Poseidon suddenly released you from his grip, and you almost fell. Before you did, you felt his hand holding your left arm, while the other grabbed your gown by the cleavage and pulled it with no hesitation; in a second, the pretty piece was turned into shreds that were promptly discarded with one move of his hand.

You covered your mouth, then your chest with the shock. That was the reason behind that servant’s laughter and the enigmatic response of her partner: you didn’t receive anything more because you wouldn’t need anything more.

His eyes passed all over you, in a way that nothing escaped from them – not even the tremble in your legs. It wasn’t clear that if he approved what he saw, but whatever he might have found displeasing, he would discuss it with his servants later. You pitied them for the tyrannical lord they had to serve.

Poseidon let go of your arm and unraveled the stripe of his robe, getting rid of it as fast as he did with your gown. The blue fabric fell to his feet, exposing everything and making you understand that it wasn’t for nothing that he held such prideful posture.

He was perfect in every possible detail.

At that moment, none of you spoke, and you kept observing, feeling something between embarrassment and awe: the absence of flaws impressed and enchanted you, from the uniformed tone of his skin, to the thin, golden layers of hair shinning over it in different parts of his body; the line of his muscles, as defined as if made of marble; his broad chest and strong arms; the shape of his abdomen, his groins and manhood; his firm thighs and legs. It was hard not to imagine yourself being held, touched, taken by him, and that was precisely what he wanted you to think of, for he stood there long enough for you to catch all those details, fix them in your mind and give room to desire.

Of course. He expects me to give him my undivided attention.

And it was the easiest thing for him to get it, you had to admit.

He came closer to you again, but unlike you imagined, he didn’t surround you with his arms: instead, he held your left shoulder as to keep you in place while his free hand held your chin, in a way that looked more like a study than an attempt of seduction.

– I am going to prepare you first – he spoke more to himself than to you – Most humans use kisses for this type of thing, don’t they? It worked with the previous one – his thumb caressed your lips as he approached his own, whispering – It might work for you as well…

And it worked. As he approached his mouth and put it over yours, you closed your eyes, afraid that he would just suffocate you with greed, but none of this happened: he started with small, brief touches on your lips and the corners of them; noticing your compliance, he made the kisses longer and experimented with them, sucking your lower lip, opening your mouth to reach your tongue with his, while his hands started caressing your face, your neck and shoulders, then go all over your body, warming up your skin; they were strong, but didn’t lack gentleness.

As he extended his kisses to your chin, your neck and collarbone, with his hands continuing to work on the rest, you began to feel sleepy, even relaxed.

Even when humans aren’t common here, he really knows how to do it with them. Maybe these things are not that different with other folks.

When Poseidon understood it was the right time, he took you in his arms and carried you to the canopy bed. Concretizing your fear, he indeed closed the curtains when he laid you on the mattress, so the apprehension of being surrounded by darkness couldn’t be denied, but at the same time it was good not to have yourself exposed as before.

As cold ripples that reach your feet when you first enter the sea, you felt his hands touching your feet, then your legs; it tickled you, but when you tried to move them away, you sensed his hand closing around your ankle and pulling you down to him.

– Where are you going, dragonet? – he put his body over yours, and you sensed his hand leaning on the sheets beside your head – It is too late for this.

You didn’t reply. With his other hand, he searched for your mouth, and carried on with the kisses when he found it. At the same time, you felt his knee moving your leg to the side, separating it from the other as he laid upon you.

You were now one of Poseidon’s wives.

Chapter 4

#shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon #record of ragnarok poseidon #poseidon x reader #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv x reader #ror x reader #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

no pressure, I love your headcannons, will you do Avery and jameson

averyjameson head canons

my favorite ship in the whole wide world. hope you enjoy these. i'll probably do multiple posts for them bc i love them sm. again, not proof read bc i'm lazy as fuck.

sometimes, when avery is working, she'll start humming songs, and jameson just sits there listening to her.

avery loves sitting in between his legs bc jamie always starts stroking her hair and stuff.

avery and jameson will sometimes just sit in bed and read together.

during one of their adventures, avery fell and injured herself, and jamie flung her over his shoulder and carried her home. the paparazzi posted pictures of it online, and they went viral.

when they do interviews together and the person interviewing them start asking questions about their relationship, jamie starts gushing about how incredible avery is and how she's changed his life. he looks at her with so much love in his eyes that people post pics of them everywhere wishing they had a bf like jamie.

jamie absolutely lovesss physical touch. he's always holding her hand, hugging her, cuddling her, stroking her hair, kissing her, etc.

they absolutely loveee back hugs. jamie will sometimes creep up on her from behind and wrap her in his arms (he'll refuse to let her go).

when avery has nightmares, he'll make her lie down on top of him and stroke her hair, avery loves listening to his heartbeat.

ok many people have talked about this, but their first fight is the reason why they now have the codeword tahiti. in my head, their first fight was about how avery wasn't talking to him and he felt like he didn't know her (my poor baby avery just isn't used to confiding in people).

jamie lovessss kissing her. avery pretends she doesn't but she does

they absolutely love rooftop dates. they'll have picnics, and sometimes play golf like in thl.

jamie is always posting stuff about avery on his insta with cute little captions (sometimes its ts lyrics, sometimes he's just confessing his love), fans eat it up.

avery's fav color is obviously the color of jamie's eyes (green). ever since she started dating him, she started integrating more green in her wardrobe

jamie is always dedicating karaoke songs to her.

jamie asks max for relationship advice.

he loves carrying her to bed after a long day of work.

avery works sm she forgets to eat. jamie learns how to cook thanks to grayson and makes her meals.

during the eras tour, they swayed together to lover.

ok in another post i said xander fake proposed to avery during love story, but jamie would do it too.

when jamie started crying to tolerate it (he related to it bc of tobias, i also might be projecting...), avery held him in her arms.

avery vibes so hard to i knew you were trouble bc that was the song she associated to jamie when she first met him.

when avery has panic attacks, jamie just sits there with her. one of my other hc is that she loves sitting with her back to his chest, and so jamie sits her down in front of him and strokes her hair. when she's calmed down he'll try to distract her with riddles or by making her laugh (usually he does this by making a fool of himself)

jamie lovesss buying her gifts. he and xander will go shopping together to buy gifts for their gfs.

jamie sometimes gets nightmares about avery dying from the bombing, and so he lies down with his head on her chest to listen to her heartbeat.

speaking of that, jamie lovessss resting his head on her chest.

sometimes, jamie can't believe avery is actually his, and he starts crying. avery sometimes finds him, takes him to bed, and cuddles him while whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

jamie will sometimes call her avery hawthorne bc he knows that someday he'll marry her, and he wants to know what her name would sound like with his last name

when avery gets hate comments, he absolutely destroys the haters.

jamie loves taking pictures of her when she isn't expecting it.

like i said, jamie loves buying her gifts, but he especially likes to buy her jewelry.

avery is constantly stealing his shirts. jamie loves seeing her wearing his shirts sm that he'll put some of them in her drawers (he makes sure they smell like him)

avery loves watching jamie rock climbing bc she finds him hot (max teases her about it all the time).

jamie loves burying his nose in the crook of her neck at night when he can't sleep.

max once dared avery to do a tiktok dance with her, jamie is always rewatching the video bc he finds her beautiful

fans find them so cute they make fan accounts about them (there are hundreds of them). jamie likes to follow every one of them and comments on their posts.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #maxine liu #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #averyjameson #avery grambs #they are in love

[kingofthe-egirls]

TEXT ME: SHOYO x Y/N (part 2)

series

(cw: food/eating, fluff, shojo vibes)

(a/n: text conversation romance i swore i’d never write you)

words: 1.3k

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so when are you coming to visit??

Shoyo texts with exclamation points and emojis. His enthusiasm for life shines through every sunny character.

You do your best to keep up.

this weekend?

Shoyo responds with a smiley face and the double exclamation points.

we should get ramen! 🍜

You’d met Shoyo at the practice match between Karasuno and Nekoma in Tokyo. Shoyo had stuck out to you as shiny, athletic, and sunny. His fiery orange hair and his scrawny-yet-sculpted physique, his brown eyes and intense stare…he’d caught your eye.

You’d become fast friends over text.

Seems like he’s most passionate about volleyball, spending most of his time either practicing or wishing he was practicing.

tonkotsu is my favorite

You lie back on your bed, phone held over your face.

🍜😺🍲💯��️

You smile, and send back your own line of emojis. He’s sweet, and fun to talk to. He’s never boring.

You lick your lips.

so, do u have a gf?

(…)

You watch the ellipses appear and bounce as Shoyo types.

nooo

Sighing, you type in relief:

sweet! then it’s a date ;)

Shoyo types and stops. Retypes. Stops. You’re hypnotized by the text on your screen.

🫣😳‼️

And then,

okay!!!

You smirk.

bring flowers

🌺🌷💐🌼

You chew your lip, staring at your phone. You want to ask him more, pry him open, see what makes him tick. So you decide to press:

have you ever had a gf?

no, wbu?

ive had some boyfriends but nothing that lasted more than a month

You roll over onto your stomach, chin propped up on a pillow. Your ballet slippers phone charm clicks against the case. You toy with it, idling.

sorry about that but also im not sorry. since i wanna go on a date w u

Smiling, you hide your face in your pillow. It smells like lavender.

same

You have homework waiting on your desk, but that’s what morning bus rides are for.

what’s ur fav thing in the whole wide world?

Hinata asks such earnest things.

umm…ballet, i think

He responds quickly:

why??

You sigh, and think of how to answer. Your room’s fan spins lazily overhead. You kick your feet as you type.

it’s perfect. the shapes, the movements, it’s all so beautiful. plus it’s exercise and makes my body feel so good after and i really like pointe

You take a deep breath, sending the run-on sentences without editing.

it’s like music or poetry, but in my body. pointe feels especially challenging, but i like it 🩰

Shoyo types.

i like challenges too

****

Saturday comes after even more text conversations. You’d spent the week glued to your phone. Each text sends butterflies through you.

You’d learned about his little sister, his parents, the foods his family cooks (salmon and pork buns are his favorite).

In turn, he’d spoken with you about Kenma, your family’s pet cat, and your somewhat distant parents.

You’re standing in front of the ramen place you’d both decided on. You muse on what other questions you’d like to ask—favorite colors, animals, subjects in school—when the orange-haired boy himself bikes up beside you. He’s electric.

“Hiya,” you say, hands clasped behind your back. Shyness suddenly overtakes you, as he smiles and steps forward.

“Hey!” He locks his bike, and then fishes something out of the basket.

Sunflowers.

“Oh!” You say, delicately accepting the bouquet, “Oh my gosh…”

Shoyo scratches the back of his head. “Hope you like sun—“

He’s interrupted by a quick, tight hug from you. Your arms wrap around his thin, wiry frame, as you bury your face in his shoulder. He smells like the sunflowers in your hand.

“I love them.”

You speak and then quickly step backward. Shoyo’s face is flushed a deep red, and judging by the heat searing your cheeks, your blush is just as bad. Smiling, you tuck a stray lock of hair behind an ear. “Sorry, I uh…didn’t actually expect flowers.”

He bustles up, cheeks puffed, “But you said to bring them!!”

“I know, I know,” you smile, “It makes me happy you did.” You bury your face in the flowers and inhale.

They smell like spring.

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“Let’s eat!”

Shoyo exclaims before digging into his bowl of ramen. Your own steaming bowl sits in front of you: pork and scallions and hard-boiled eggs. Mmm…

“This is so good!” Shoyo picks his bowl up to sip the broth, “Like, really good!”

You smile, slurping up noodles with a hum. “Ramen was a good idea.”

“Mhmm!!!”

You sit and eat for a moment. It’s an easy silence. Shoyo is someone who you don’t have to feel awkward around. His expressions are honest, and he always says whatever he’s thinking.

“So…,” you start, toying with your chopsticks, “What’s so great about volleyball?”

Shoyo lights up.

“It’s the best!! You get to run around and play on a team, and your friends are all there supporting you!” He pauses to wipe broth off his face with the back of his hand. He’s excited and flushed, eyes wide and shining.

You sigh, picking at noodles. “I wish ballet was more of a team sport. It’s really beautiful, dancing with friends, but it’s not like a team or anything. No one’s gonna support me in a pirouette,” you say, scratching the back of your head.

Shoyo cocks his head.

Wow,

His stare is intense.

“Why don’t you play a team sport?”

You shrug.

“Ballet takes most of my energy, aside from schoolwork.” You bite your lip, “Besides, I’m already so in love with ballet. I can’t ever imagine stopping dancing. It makes me too happy. Even when my hips hurt and my toes sting, it doesn’t matter,” you lift your chin to meet Shoyo’s amber eyes, “Because it means I got to dance ballet.”

Shoyo stares.

And then his face cracks into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

“That’s why I love volleyball!!”

You both smile and laugh, happy to have found such a common thread.

Shoyo slurps up the last of his pork broth. “When do you have your next game—or uh, performance?” He smiles sheepishly. “I dunno all the lingo, hah…”

He’s cute when he’s shy.

“Recital,” you say for him, “And the next one is in three months! I have a solo part…,” you say nervously. Shoyo lights up, chopsticks in hand and broth on his chin.

“Solo!? That sounds super cool!”

You nod, sheepish. “It’s the Rose Fairy from The Nutcracker! I come out in the Waltz of the Flowers, and I get to do a bunch of spinny stuff with the male dancers,” You chew your lip, “I guess it is sort of a team sport, doing partner work like that,” You tap your chin, “Since they technically are helping me with pirouettes!”

Shoyo falters for a moment, lips pursed. “What’s this about male dancers?” His cheeks are flushed.

You smile,

you can’t help it.

“Here,” you say, and show a YouTube video of the waltz. His expression only darkens. He watches the men help the Rose Fairy spin across the stage—each man helping her with an impressive move. “My favorite is this promenade,” you point out.

Hinata frowns.

“All these…guys are gonna be touching you?” He asks with a pout.

You snicker.

“Jealous?”

Hinata nods fiercely.

“Yes!”

You burst out laughing. “None of these dudes are interested in me,” you assure him, “It’s just part of the dance.”

He still doesn’t look pleased.

“Of course they might be interested in you! You’re the prettiest girl in the world!”

You smile behind your hand. Even so, your face is burning hot from his complement. He sits up with his arms crossed. “I wanna be the one to help you peer-oh-wet!” He sounds out the French. (It’s so cute, you could die.)

“Well…,” you drum your fingertips on the table, “I usually rent the studio for an hour each week to rehearse on my own. If you want, you could join me! I’ll teach you,” you say. Shoyo immediately brightens.

“Mkay!”

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#dumpster dive #shoyo x reader #shoyo fanfic #haikyu x reader #hinata fluff #hinata shoyo x reader

[emasstars]

hii can i request a romantic under sparking lights

-i loveee books w my whole heart but i rlly love sad books and mystery books

-i absolutely adoreee animals like cats, dogs, guinea pigs, even rats but i hate insects and bugs like roaches, ants, grasshoppers etc

-my fav color is pink but im a mix between girly and tomboyish

-im usually introverted unless i get used to someone or they disrespect me

-my fav seasons are fall and spring as a close second

-im known to be the funny, loyal, trustworthy, motherly friend

-im 4’11 w brown skin and thick/mid-back length black hair that i usually wear in an afro or puff

-i loveee my gold jewelry

- im also a kid at heart especially around the ppl im comfortable with

-im motivated and productive a lot of the time

-i speak my mind most of the time

tyy sm for this event!!

under sparkling lights

i think you and ponyboy would be really cute!!! he can indulge in his childlike tendencies with you more than anyone, and you both constantly recommend books to one another. he likes your lack of hesitance to speak your mind—you see something and say something. he wishes he had the ability to be the same.

he fiddles with your jewellery. he’s bought you a few cheap pieces (it’s all he can afford), and his heart soars whenever he sees you wearing a ring or necklace he got you. honestly, his heart soars whenever he sees you cherish anything he gets you. your loyalty and ability to love so easily is something he envies, and he prays at night to whatever force there might be that they don’t take you from him.

#𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy imagine #the outsiders x reader

[the-wild-ego]

HEeHoo

Hi, im caught up on hw finally >:D

I am known outwardly to be kind of stoic tbh (masking emotions etc) but tend to be more childish in nature in the end. Doll collection, MOnster high....littlest pet shops...haha

I also have like a trillion art based hobbies, including doll customization. On one hand cause its cool, on the other because i get to behead dolls and cut their hair off and scare my neighbors when i spray paint them and hang them up.

Anyways, iplier or battles r my fav tbh

you dont have to do this one if you dont want, just thought i could give you some funny gremlin elements to work with.

So, I'm a little biased with this one, because I know you love Dark. However, I really can't see you with anyone else. hahaha.

I don't think Dark would mind your childish nature; I think he would actually lean into it. It could turn out to be a stress reliever for him... Now this Dark might end up being a little OOC, but I don't think you'd mind that. ;P

Anyways enjoy this crack-ish fic with Dark;

It was just one of those days. Work, work, contracts, keeping up with his counterparts, it was.... frustrating sometimes. Even egos got a case of 'the Mondays' every now and again. This time, though, there was not an end in sight. All Dark could hear was the never-ending ticking of a clock that wasn't even in the room. Which is what led him to your room. There was ticking coming from behind your door, or something akin to ticking. It was rhythmic and loud.

"Kitten, can you please-" Dark started as the door creaked open. Walls filled with art supplies, dolls, different colors of yarns and twines. And you sitting at the desk in your room, using a small hook to pull hair up through a paint-stripped doll head. Now, Dark knew you were an artist, and he knew that you customized dolls, but that wasn't what was strange to him. It was the several dismembered dolls laying half-dressed on the floor. "Are you alright?"

"No." you gave a blunt reply. Dark was used to this as well, knowing you'd speak with him when you were ready to talk about it. So instead, he went to pick up the dolls that were strewn about.

"I wish I could do what you do to dolls, but to actual people..." Dark huffed, setting the dolls down on your desk. He raised an eyebrow at the blank look you gave him.

"Why don't you?" you ask simply, to which Dark's mouth drops open the slightest bit. Very rarely was Dark thrown off, but you had that power to say the most outlandish things to him.

"Well-..." Dark cut himself off, trying to compose himself quickly. "It's just too messy."

"Then do it to the dolls, it'll make you feel better." you smile, looking less tense than before. With the hair done, you sit the head down to work on the rest of the doll. Dark said nothing to this, knowing whatever came out could possibly offend you. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

Instead he went to your wall of dolls and picked one with hot pink hair, envisioning that it was that fool Wilford. He felt a spike of anger and quickly ripped the head from its body, but his strength snapped the dolls body in half. Dark couldn't help but smile at that. The crunch of plastic was more satisfying than he wanted to admit.

He turned around to show you the remains, like a child presenting during a show-and-tell. The crumbled pieces hit the floor and scattered across the floor, but you were focused on the crushed body.

You frowned at that, "Dark, I still need to use those! Don't crush them!"

"I'll buy you as many as you want..." Dark smiled innocently, shrugging as he discarded the broken doll and picked up another one, this one with neon green hair. The color set Dark off a bit and as he turned to you with a sinister grin, he couldn't help but ask...

"Can I do another?"

#monsterhigh-fanatic asked #ego ships #ego x reader #darkiplier x reader

[emeraldbabygirl]

Ok I have not seen any snow man content in a long time but THEY RELEASED THE UNIT MVS AND AHHHHHH I’M WATCHING THEM ALL AND SKSSKKSSJSN I’VE MISSED THEM SO MUCH THEY REALLY MY COMFORT GROUP I LOVE THEM AND AHHHH. Imagine being pretty and talented I’m so jealous of them all like ugh anyway color me live they so pretty and Abe-chan really looks like a mermaid with that blue hair omg snow man should def try a mermaid concept they would look so fine with hair of different lengths with pretty ribbons in their hair and wearing pearls and tingz, even if they didn’t cgi them mermaid tails or they used like mermaid costumes they would still look so so pretty omg I love that I need to find some inspiration pics. And for Hypnosis LET’S TALK ABOUT THAT GROWL FROM HIKARU UGH I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM THAT’S WHY HE’S MY MANNNNN HE’S SO FUCKING FINE AND OMGGG I LOVE HIM 🥺 AND KOJIIIII I LOVE KOJI HE’S JUST 😫 AND REN IS SO SO PRETTY HIS ALL BLACK FIT AND HIS BERET SLAYYYYYY AND HIKARU’S RAP AHHHHHH I GIGGLED OMG AND THEY REALLY HAD REN’S WHOLE MASTERPIECE LOOKIN ASS OUT IN THE FOREST??? I’M GIGGLINGGGGG I LOVE THEM ALL THEY SO HANDSOME AND COOL I’m so glad they released the unit mvs esp bass bon I’ve been wanting to see that ever since the lil clip came out and I was so disappointed it was only available on the dvd thing. SPEAKING OF WHICH, I’m stealing this from the internet, NOT EVEN A PREGNANT WOMAN COULD DELIVER THE WAY THEY DID. The mv is so stunning, I love them in the flowers and wrapped around the plants and I love the transition from black to pink gloves, Raul rocked that corset they just look so cool and the choreo looks so hard and they literally slayed. I’m so happy they released the mv. They work so well as a duo I would love to see more from them.

The mv with Fuka, Shota and Raul is so cute it reminds me of just right. I wish I had like 3 lil guys that act as my 3 brain cells hanging out lol kidding that would be fucking weird but the thought is kinda cute. Love the concept of breaking bad for vroom vroom vroom, just them dicking around in lab coats and colorful gloves it’s so funny to me Fuka always delivers like in every mv you just know that he’s gonna do something crazy and ace it while he does it and I love that about him. And finally Abe-chan and Koji’s mv, that’s prolly my fav as far as songs, I love the retro vibe it has and I think they work really well together. I would love to see Fuka and them in something they seem to be the goofy guys and I think they mix well together.

Lol not me reviewing everything. I hope the company or them get to do more duo and trio songs and maybe even solo projects I just wanna see more experiments from them more units and stuff I think they would do really cool stuff in small units and things and I know snow man is not a kpop group so it might be like a one time thing but I just love the way they work so well both together and broken up like what can they not do? They’re so talented, def my fav jpop group I’m so glad I found them

#snow man #jpop #I WOULD RECOMMEND #BUT I WANNA GATEKEEP THEM LOL #SO IM TORN BETWEEN TELLING PEOPLE AND NOT YAPPING ABOUT THEM #ILL YAP TO YANGHYUK ABOUT IT LOL

[the-letter-horror-lover]

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Guardians of the Ninshū by BSmolerLOL

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, Spanish, Adventure & Fantasy, Boruto U., Inojin Y., Shikadai N., Sumire K., Words: 97k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 2, Published: May 18 Updated : Sep 2

twoChapter 1: Prologue

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Those memories are still etched in my deepest memories. Some were not so encouraging and not pleasant, but specifically, he always remembered who I saw from day to day.

I spent it in the temple of my family, specifically my mother's. She had always been for generations, she always said it every hour of the day, but I never paid much attention to her.

Few things mattered to him in what they told me, but something that I always dedicated myself to was spending it with the people closest to me, and those were my friends.

I honestly don't think I can mention any of them, but specifically I got together with two, being the most important for me since I was a child; A boy and a girl.

The first was someone who trusted everything he could and did. He accompanied me everywhere, although he knew that he thought it was a very bad idea, in addition to the fact that he knew about the bad decisions he made. I remember how nice he was sometimes, and he always took care of me from my other friend. A protector with us, so to speak.

And then there was the second. A girl who was my childhood friend. Among the three of us, she was the most understanding and she always made sure that he and I didn't fight about something, although we never did it because of our parents. Both his family and mine were very keen to get along because of the friendships they had. That was the reason and others why we met, in addition to the fact that her position was almost identical to mine.

If there is one thing I can mention about his appearance, it is that his hair was black, more or less in the shade of a jet color. It was a bit short, but enough to say that even though she was a girl, I thought she was cute and I was honestly in love with her.

The two of them were the most precious to me, and between the three of us we made sure that we were the most capable to have everything under control with our respective families.

Have a future. Always smile. As time passed we would continue as the same, that was our priority, our wish. I guess things never turn out to be what you usually plan.

Sometimes I look at the sky and see the stars. In a way I take them as my childhood friends. For me the two of them were like stars from which they guided me. They gave me strength. Especially her. Her hair and eyes were always what he most enjoyed seeing.

In the end I could never express myself well enough to tell him how I felt. Neither he nor she is with me. Now I am alone and aimless, with no idea when this painful process that I call "getting lost" will end. Sometimes I don't even know who I am when I contemplate over and over again the past, my past.

I had been naive not to have realized how much there was between us and our charges.

Anyway. In the end, we all have our good beginnings that, in the blink of an eye, end badly.

Now that I am far away, I can only say that I miss you; my two friends, my mother, my sister and my father. All of them I will continue to have in my mind and in my heart, for now.

—Uzumaki Boruto

by BSmolerLOL

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, Spanish, Adventure & Fantasy, Boruto U., Inojin Y., Shikadai N., Sumire K., Words: 97k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 2, Published: May 18 Updated : Sep 2

twoChapter 2: Chapter 1: The New Generation

ARCO I: The destiny marked by a star.

Chapter 1: The New Generation

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It had touched the morning of Thursday, May 6, days in which the temperature from time to time rose to a considerable degree of fatigue for some.

In a certain one-room dorm in "Academy City", where he began to feel the hot air flowing throughout the enclosed space of his room. There, Boruto Uzumaki was unable to do anything, or at least try.

Today there was nothing but just heat, fearing that the temperature would continue to rise.

It was one of many reasons for wanting to turn on the refreshing air conditioning to combat this heat. However, there were also why he was not going to do it. One of them is that you could spend much more on electricity. He was pretty sure he would cry in frustration when he read the receipt for his consecutive use, and another reason would be how upset he was right now.

A day ago a lightning struck that destroyed more than 70% of the city's electrical appliances on a large scale.

Not much was known about it and it is possible that there is still maintenance for this part of the city, however, among the most important, it damaged his things. It included the fridge that kept all his usual food. Although, there was this inconvenience of having forgotten that he hasn't bought anything these days.

Luckily he has been eating out at some small ramen or hamburger stand. Although, there was also her other problem with her wallet, hoping not to waste much more money. Also what she had on her student point card.

Everything started to bother him, so he tried to go back to sleep, but as soon as he thought about it, he received a message that was from one of his friends:

Hey, you better come quick. Today the missing people will not be saved. Apparently today there will be an instant practice test. I suggest you come quickly.

—Shikadai.

As soon as he delicately read his friend's message, he got up immediately looking at the clock.

— «No, no. This can not be." Boruto thought as he took off the t-shirt he was wearing as pajamas, and changed into his summer uniform in just a few 3 minutes.

He had been able to be absent today for only having done the theoretical exam that was applied yesterday in class, which he passed without any problem.

There was no contemplating the possibility of a practical exam. When she heard something like that in class, her body couldn't help but tremble with nerves. She was beginning to fear for her future. Basically they are more than development programs for his gifts, so he will be forced to take one or another physical activity that can take him to the human limit.

Worst of all for Boruto is that he was not feeling very energetic due to the lack of breakfast in his stomach. The exam will go worse with the hunger that he was finding.

"It seems they never leave the students alone." They are only interested in making empty promises and without honor. —The Uzumaki tried to think positively, while he made excuses to ignore his bad luck that rubbed him in the face.

Then he went down the hallway of the apartment until he reached his shoes at the entrance and left.

Being a building that was made up of many apartments for students of the same age, it had approximately 6 floors. He, who was in the fifth, made it more complicated for him not to take longer to go down every day.

As soon as he went down to the bottom of the stairs he didn't stop to continue on his way until he left that corner of student apartments to reach the street. He was just going to take at least 5 minutes to get to the bus stop and then get a ride to school.

He looked up at the starry sky, feeling great peace and relief when he saw it. He didn't really know why, but he only sensed that today wouldn't be so bad... Well, you have to be very positive to change your luck with just words.

"At least the weather is really good, it would be nice to at least buy some ice cream just for today…" the Uzumaki mutters to himself as he changes into a positive mood.

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The young Uzumaki stared blankly from his seat, pondering how much he had spent studying this semester, in this class, but even now, he was also very intrigued by one thing currently.

His first year tutor from Class 7, Senju Tsunade, who was standing behind the table facing him.

Everyone in the room kept looking from time to time below the top of it. No one could help but admit the complexity and incredible size of her breasts.

Some said that they could measure 106 cm, or maybe more. In addition, there was the matter of his age, which was speculated to be beyond 50, but he seemed like someone who was around 27 years old.

This teacher really was part of one of the seven great mysteries of the school, in addition to being an untouchable beauty.

"Listen well, even though your Sensei wants to forbid you from doing the practical exam you're going to have, either because of your grades or because you're one of the highest for having gotten a good grade." He glanced at Boruto, who turned his gaze on the mere moment so as not to attract attention. It is mandatory that you take this exam if you want to improve your skills and raise your level.

Everyone fell silent, looking at each other as they turned back to the older woman.

“Sensei is saying this because I care about you too. There is nothing that makes me more proud than to see them succeed in their future. And well, if they fail, they will have to play a punishment game.

"Sensei, this... Are you talking about playing poker with losers?" That wouldn't be very good!

"Right, for someone with very bad luck it's something I can't see."

—The same goes for Boruto —another who was next to him—. What he least wants and would not like is to take advantage of his bad luck, Sensei.

"Yes~ but Mr. Yamanaka, both he and you have a high chance of things going wrong... but in another aspect... do you get it?"

Boruto feels an immense pressure that he could not handle, having that smile that his teacher dedicated to him and his partner next to him.

—It seems that Tsunade-sensei will be very focused on what you will do.

Sitting in front of the Yamanaka was the eyes from the front of the two boys from the back. A young man in jet with a spiky ponytail. He scowled at the boy who dragged Boruto into an unsympathetic situation.

"I don't think there will be a problem," the Yamanaka replied. Anyway, she's always keeping an eye on us for being one of those who haven't had her Awakening, so there's nothing to get nervous about.

"I wish I had that nonchalance of yours."

Both he Uzumaki and the Nara, looked a little dull at their partner, still showing displeasure at the comment.

"Besides, wouldn't it be great to get hurt in the exam?" It would be a good excuse to be taken to the infirmary.

-It does not matter? Shikadai looked at him a little suffocated by his friend's delusions, unfortunately. If you fail, it is possible that you will have to repeat the exam, but much more difficult, or in the worst case; do a full course of everything and not have summer vacations.

"It will be worth it if you are attended by our beautiful nurse." Anyone would be very pleased with her services. You will definitely gain a lot of experience if you get scolded by that kind of girl.

“You dreamer…! You're a basket case if you keep up that stuff! Tsunade exclaimed pointing at the Yamanaka.

All the students in the room turned to look at him with indifference.

Like the others, Boruto was looking at his friend, letting himself be carried away to be part of the room. He wanted to defend his partner and friend, but his very personality made it very difficult.

"The other two over there!" He called the attention of the Uzumaki and the Nara. I hope they do well!

These harsh study methods are not as flashy as you imagined when you entered this city.

Even a student who may be in a school studying telekinesis has to work so hard that the blood vessels in his brain may burst in order to prevent him from failing and ending up in the hospital in the process.

Besides, he supposed that the bad mood his Sensei was in was only the beginning of what would be his practical exam for his gifts. There was that possibility that at the end of the exam; if he were to fail, it is very possible that they would spend more time in school.

Boruto and Shikadai could only stay in their seats, looking at Senju Tsunade, who was still standing in front, even close to them would make both of them forget to breathe.

"Did you understand?"

A dark and terrifying look fell on his face. Professor Tsunade really hates people who mention the word "old", but she likes when people call her "cute".

Everyone immediately tried to prepare for the exam, hoping that it would not be so devastating for many of them.

-Following!

His Sensei's shout resounded throughout the field behind the school. They all had their physical education uniform; the girls are white, but with red edges and the boys the opposite, being blue. The shorts the same color of the same as the respective edges.

Everyone was very excited about the exam. The Uzumaki knew it just by looking at the serious face of each one.

The activities were not the same, nor could they be for the whole group. Many had different kinds of gifts that they couldn't take the same test for.

From a part of the end of the place, the Uzumaki did nothing more than observe each of his classmates. There were all kinds of abilities; some threw fireballs from their hands towards one of the targets that put them in front of them, others had to do their best to move a metallic object, being those who had the gift of controlling magnetism, also of throwing lightning, etc.

Each of his gifts were amazing, and it made him very excited, but not all of them were going to lead to a promising outcome for his future. No one could yet exceed his limits. A limit that was only left for their current rank of each.

"Hey, Shikadai...

-What happened? She asked-. Are you very nervous?

He walked to his side, looking out of the corner of his eye in the same direction Boruto was seeing where his other companions lay.

—Is it so complicated to exceed your limits to make your gift stronger?

"It's difficult to tell you," he answered with great disinterest. I remind you that I don't have one to know.

“Oh, I forgot.

"Are you making fun of me?" —He annoyed his friend.

Boruto sighs tiredly, even though he hasn't even started his part of the exam that was about to start.

"I couldn't…" he whispered.

“Well, many scientists in the city have commented that they are obtained after reaching a certain age…

"Which we already passed…" Boruto continued between a low growl. I wonder if it's like when it's a girl's period.

"Don't say it like that, it'll make it sound like all three of us are pregnant!"

Between the two of them, Yamanaka had thrown himself at the two, while strangling them with his arms. The comment had been so disturbing to be mentioned between the three of them that it was drawing the attention of some who were around.

Between one look or another, Boruto managed to see some girls whispering to each other without taking his eyes off them.

"Don't say it like that!" exclaimed the jet in disgust, trying to separate from the other two.

"Stop wasting time and just move on!"

Sensei Senju stomped on the ground, causing it to creak very frighteningly about 10 meters away from her area.

That was the gift of superhuman strength. A gift in which you pushed your human limits to the fullest of their potential in terms of strength and endurance.

Apart from his attractive old Sensei, in this academy city there is a student who has that same gift, being close to being someone else who is close to being able to be one of the strongest. Currently there are 5, and each one represents great schools or universities.

He had heard such rumors before, but they only made him uncomfortable, either because of the envy he had towards such highly gifted people, or because of his other personal problems. He would prefer to stay away from the latter.

He took one last look at the others, seeing how they all continued to strive from their own gifts. He felt too excluded from society and from the same academy city in which he was living.

Sensei began to line them up, between the three of them, beginning their own practice test.

As individuals who had not had their Awakening , their exam was going to be more than just an obstacle course. A good and efficient way to have your current physical capabilities assessed.

—Start!

Senju Sensei's scream had echoed through their heads, turning like a starter switch for their bodies to rush forward.

Among the three, the Nara had been advancing, being much faster than the two behind. Although, certainly the slowest of them was always Yamanaka as he was not always enthusiastic about these things. On the other hand, today he was more so by not being a test bag by the teacher.

Everything seemed normal except for that, and yet the Uzumaki was another one who had changed the order. He was a little behind the two. His mind was not very focused on the exam.

"Boruto, you're falling behind!"

Hearing Shikadai far ahead, he snapped back to the present, quickening his pace until he passed Inojin and then caught up with the raven.

They never intended to make a career in the exams because they were very subjective and did not let them do things well.

Upon reaching the next obstacle, which involved climbing a large wall ahead of support parts in each part. However, the teacher had done her thing again by beginning to throw balls at them with great force so that they would lose concentration.

One of these balls had knocked one of the Yamanaka's arms down a bit, but he held on to one of the linebackers with his other hand. Shikadai narrowly managed to evade them, just like Boruto.

An unfortunate case was when the Uzumaki had managed to reach the top of the wall, but when he did, one of the balls hit him hard on his cheek until he fell from that height to the ground.

Perhaps it was the imagination of the rest, but it seemed that something had broken in that fall.

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Opening his eyes, Uzumaki proceeded to slowly get up until he felt a horrible pain in his neck. He wasn't sure if it had been something normal, but he supposed it was one of the reasons he was now in bed.

Soon his memories had flown back to before he fell unconscious. She had her exam, but apparently something had hit his face. Remembering it was just the beginning to make the cheek of her that received that blow burn again. He had a bandage on her, he had noticed as he touched himself.

He slowly rose to one side so that he could feel that little rush of adrenaline in his body again, small but good for keeping his entire system alive, from the blood in his heart to his lungs.

“It was a hard blow.

I could only say that. She wasn't happy to have received such a blow from her insensitive teacher, but she didn't blame her at all, just made her work.

"You finally wake up."

The voice from across the bed to one of the chairs had introduced herself to a tall, fresh-faced woman who matched the place.

Now that he had a good look at it, it was the infirmary he was in. He boruto processed it well by her head in him he looked at the woman carefully; she had light skin, her eyes were light blue and beautiful, apart from the fact that she had long blue hair. She wore medium, circular earrings, a long-sleeved white shirt that showed off her figure well, and a medium-length, knee-length black skirt.

The nurse. That woman was one of the beauties in this school, aside from her years-old Sensei. One of the reasons why sometimes Inojin and other boys were very interested in getting hurt to be taken care of by her.

He could see that she now had her special glasses on, which did nothing but exponentially increase her beauty to more than a billion points. It seemed to point to a few things that must be the case with the one he'd had.

“Thank you very much for taking care of me, Ada-san.

"It's always a pleasure to help those who get hurt," he confessed without taking his eyes off the boy. Did your sensei make them suffer again?

“You have no idea, 'ttebasa.

The woman's laugh echoed throughout the infirmary. That reaction made the Uzumaki's heart skip a little. He never believed much in making a woman and someone laugh like the nurse. You could see an older woman and everything, but according to what he heard, she was about 22 years old.

She was at a prodigious age in which someone could claim a dream woman like her among men, but that ended up being thought as soon as she returned to reality.

The pain had brought him out of his thoughts until he was again careful not to try to touch himself.

This alerted Ada, approaching the Uzumaki carefully until she had him on one side as she sat on the bed. She looked at every angle of her face to see if hers had any other symptoms or bruises that had formed from the fall she had had.

Everything seemed in order when he saw that his face was completely healthy, although it was rare to see.

"Everything seems fine, but I think the most sensible thing is for you to go home and rest." Oh, and don't worry about your stuff. I already ordered one of your friends to bring them to you. He is there at my desk.

-It was nothing serious? Boruto asked as he touched the back of his head and neck. I think something happened around here 'ttebasa.

"The truth is that you dislocated your neck and luckily it wasn't too much for you to die." She replied with a smile.

What a way he said it. His tone seems normal as if this case isn't that big of a deal, or that it's nothing severe to worry about.

Going home seemed like the most reasonable thing to do in these cases.

Uzumaki had just breathed a sigh of relief at not having to spend more in school today, fearing that he would still be in the exam or expose his unimportant self.

"Did something bother you?" Ada asked.

-Hey?

"I see it in your eyes." He adjusted his glasses as he carefully watched Boruto's expression. You are not someone who is discouraged by meaningless things, but when they are things that damage your pride.

And she wasn't wrong, she still had a hard time having to tell him the truth. She was just a nurse, but maybe she brought it up to make him feel good and want to help him.

It helped him not to die today, so this could make it up to him as a payment for this favor.

"To tell you the truth, I'm tired of my gift not yet manifesting itself to me." I have never managed to get the Awakening to come to me... All the time I have been living and studying here it has never manifested as it normally should.

Even though his very words hurt, he was still determined to keep talking. The more she did it, the more he felt that the weight he had was slipping away.

—I feel very excluded when I see others with abilities that they have from 5 years ago… I know there are more people who are like me and I shouldn't feel like I'm the only one, but I can't help it 'ttebasa.

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“I don't know if something is wrong with me or if I still don't know what exactly I can do with my unmanifested gift 'ttebasa.

He waited for Ada's reply, who looked him carefully in the eye and after a brief pause turned to the window.

The sun was already accompanying the conversation in a sunny and dark tone, taking on an orange color that indicated the arrival of sunset.

—It is true that those abilities can manifest up to a certain age and that everything is simplified to the fact that you must know how to live with that gift. Some cannot control it and that is why many are sent to "Academy City" to control them, and also to know how to use them for the good of the world. This is how society now works with these gifts.

He turned to see the Uzumaki while giving him a smile.

"At least, you have to have faith and hope that you have a great gift that you can use and be proud of," he commented as he adjusted his glasses again with concern and annoyance. At least one that is much better. One that is better than mine. You know what I mean.

Ada's words that had sounded very reasonable, sincere and light-hearted turned cold and sad. He saw her move her glasses slightly as she looked out the window.

Now that Boruto remembered well, she was also a student, a university student who had skills like everyone in this city. However, her "gift of her" was not very dear to her, but she also knew how to live with it.

He had the ability of attraction in his eyes. A double-edged gift that could charm anyone, female or male, into her charms. That's why she was double-edged. She found it hard to believe that despite having an attractive body and face, she had such a gift worthy of her physique.

He couldn't disable his ability no matter how hard he tried, but he could undo it on others.

He mentioned that in the past a year and a half after he got his gift they had made him wear special glasses that blocked his eyes, so his gift would no longer work if he had them on.

For that reason he currently had some and he accommodated them from time to time. Luckily those glasses also made her look just as beautiful.

Megane girls really are a weapon of destruction that no human being should underestimate.

“Ada-san, you don't have to worry about that gift. I am sure that one day you will be able to control it 'ttebasa.

He had no idea if he would make it, but he wanted to give her hope, just as she gave him hope one day.

I wanted to believe it. She needed to believe that she was going to make it and that she would.

At the Uzumaki's words, Ada was happy about it and in response returned the smile to the boy who was next to her. And she soon leaned into him until she took him by surprise until she fell back on the bed.

She had walked in the bed of four until she was on top of the boy in a very provocative position and with her gaze fixed on his eyes.

"A-Ada-san?"

—Thank you very much for your words, Boruto. Truly, you are someone who knows how to encourage others.” Holding the boy a little close to his face, he lowered his glasses until they were clear in view of his own eyes. Also, it reminds me again of how much I care about how you are not affected by me.

His heart raced a thousand times as soon as he had her very close to him. He couldn't take his eyes off her from her, feeling the demand that she only be in her field of vision.

Boruto wondered many times what would be the reason why Ada's ability didn't affect him. It was another of the mysteries of this school, although of course, no one knew about this more than her and him, also that she had a gift Ada.

-It's not exciting? Ada asked as she slowly began to close the distance between the two of them. We share a secret the two of us and no one else. That makes us complicit.

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"I wouldn't mind taking the rest of the day off and walking you back to your apartment to continue your recovery." -She said.

Their breaths mixed and her perfume enveloped the Uzumaki's nose. Her senses and consciousness debated a lot about what to do in this situation. The only thing she could pay attention to was Ada's gaze reflecting the desire and lust in her eyes. She questioned if that was because his gift worked that way, but it was impossible for him to fall for it.

As soon as he was inches away from his lips being touched by hers, he was pushing her back just by pushing her a little.

He couldn't help but turn red from being in such a situation, so he just got up right away and grabbed his things before heading to the door.

-Sorry for the inconvenience! Boruto yelled nervously. Thank you Ada-san!

The woman just stayed in bed, looking at the door ajar. She sighed slightly until she settled better on the bed until she lay down in the same place where the blond-haired young man had been before.

His face was hot as he rambled on his memories of a few moments ago, to which he had a smile spread across his face as he lay back on the bed.

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"I'm so glad I managed to buy two popsicles at the convenience store."

He flashed a triumphant smile as he continued down the street.

—Although I didn't think they were 360 ​​yen. But it will be enough for me to forget the heat today.

For the girls who normally eat food in Harunoki they must be with higher paid food like in a light novel in an elegant way as if they are from the nobility, they may not understand it, but for the boys who go through these things they must survive day to day.

After having been with nurse Ada and almost doing something that he was possibly going to regret, he wanted to buy something to satisfy his low-temperature hunger with simple popsicles, in addition to the fact that with the other hand he had a bag full of ice for which use to keep them for a little while.

He returns to his bedroom under the setting sun. No one is around, so maybe everyone went crazy playing, as some have time for that, and of course, being in clubs.

Uzumaki had none of that, as he lacked a gift that could be beneficial to a club and to the school.

Opening the door, he began to take things to the kitchen, and from there he took out a medium ice chest that he had for emergencies like these. He discarded all the purchased ice and the two popsicles he had purchased. At least that way they will keep their temperature.

He also did the same with some of the food that was in his refrigerator, although unfortunately there were some that were already spoiled by the heat in his absence that he was here.

With the pain in his heart, he had to do his best to bear not to make unnecessary fuss over his horrible fate.

"When you think you have one thing under control, a new one comes along to replace the other…" he whispered just for him.

The sound of his cell phone brought him out of his poor silence. It was the sound of when a notification arrived, although it was specifically from a message. He relaxed when he was reviewing it, he was finding a message that belonged to his younger sister:

Hello Onii-chan! How are you?

It's been almost 3 months since you left and now you're studying in academy city. I can't stop saying it's amazing. I'm dying to know what kind of ability you have in the next year.

I miss you so much :'(

I look forward to the day I can see you again, and try your best!

—Himawari.

The message made him happy. It was what he needed most after a locked day and with a lot of problems for him. He didn't want to imagine what tomorrow would be like.

On the other hand, he feared for his reputation with his sister, who viewed him with very high standards. He didn't want to disappoint her at all, but he didn't know how she could get her gift awakened.

She definitely had no choice but to leave him to his fate and keep waiting for his gift to arrive, and if possible, before it's next year for the academic rinne festival to be taken.

"I guess I have to get the stinks out first…" She directed her gaze towards the kitchen, thinking about that spoiled food.

He would have to do what he could to better organize his money.

Wrapping the things in a black garbage bag, he went back down to the bottom of the apartment building. Fortunately, there was a corner next door for the garbage of anyone who joins this place.

From time to time he would come across the weird and strange garbage of the others who were living in the building; light bottles of sack, used clothes that she no longer gave for more use, and even condoms.

—"Normal" students must have a good time to have all kinds of things and throw them away 'ttebasa.

Turning around, he stopped short as the smell of garbage began to invade his nostrils, giving him a horrible sickness of the plague. Garbage is never easy to get used to, even for every homeless person.

Moving forward again, he found the rest of the metal garbage container completely full. He sighed in annoyance at that, but let her mind drift past her sight, past her a little further into the alley and set the bag aside with the rest of the more black bags.

However, among the bags he sees a figure next to this garbage. A person.

Could it be a student?

He thought about it carefully, since the size of his body was that of a teenager and more than that, it was a less corpulent body than his, which allowed him to understand that it was a girl.

He approached her to find out what she was thinking as she lay there against the wall for support. She lost her keys to her apartment and now she's going to sleep in the trash? It would be enough for her to be a fool for her to do something like that.

After that, Boruto finds that the girl who was lying on the wall had left a stain on it and a small pool of blood had also formed.

"...Huh...?!"

In an instant, Boruto found himself shocked, bewildered, but also terrified.

His mind had been blocked by different emotions that were going through his head, which he felt right now, so it was difficult for him to stay on the sidelines and keep his eyes straight. Having that violet-haired girl lying right there on the ground, he left quite a trail of blood.

Was he about to have another misfortune by meeting someone in that state?

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To be continue…

A/N: Hi everyone. I come with a story, which I have been working on for a long time and is following your writing process.

I still wasn't very clear about when I could post it here, but then I wanted to give myself my time to write the story while I was with others that I have still being published on another platform.

I don't have much to say about it, since it's just the first chapter, and I don't have much to say. Possibly he will do it when the story is much more advanced .

Now all said, I hope you liked the prologue and first chapter of this story that I want to see your comments on what it will give, plus I'm sure you found references in this story .

See ya until the next update to this story, and I hope you all do well until then.

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Guardians of the Ninshū by BSmolerLOL

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, Spanish, Adventure & Fantasy, Boruto U., Inojin Y., Shikadai N., Sumire K., Words: 97k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 2, Published: May 18 Updated: Sep 2

2Chapter 3: Chapter 2: The Mysterious Girl

Chapter 2: The Mysterious Girl

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As soon as I had found her I didn't know very well with or what to do in these situations. Her mother always said that if something very serious were to happen to her, she could use the first-aid kit that she had been given for him.

Thank goodness there was never something where he had to use it on himself, but he didn't expect he would use it on a girl either. One of which he did not know the name and what school he came from.

He never expected this kind of situation. This would only happen in fictional stories, although the reality of him was not very far from that word "fiction" with how advanced this era was.

He'd already had enough time to check on her when he'd seen her completely unconscious in the alley. He had not been aware that she had left her cell phone at her apartment to call the ambulance.

Before she knew it, he had carried her to her apartment. The sense of what is right had been injected into her veins, spreading like a virus.

He used every means he knew to treat at least superficial and non-serious injuries involving body systems.

When he left her on her bed, he looked at the cut that had been made, exactly on the part of her back. The wound was very straight, basically like using a ruler and blade to cut corrugated cardboard. Also, the end of her hair was cut cleanly. Even this violet-colored hair—she had barely identified the color of her hair from the light—is dyed red by the blood that comes out of her wound.

At that time, Boruto doesn't even think that that was human blood. He wanted to believe that he really wasn't.

One minute before and one minute after, the huge difference in reality makes the Uzumaki confused. This red stuff… Is it ketchup? Was the girl in such a pitiful state of poverty as to feel so hungry that she used the last of her strength to squeeze some tomato she found?

This situation had seemed funny, very funny. Boruto really wanted to laugh knowing that it was just something harmless. But he can't.

How could I?

This situation was how I saw it. He had been the victim of an assassination attempt, and now he was the only one who could do something so that he did not perish, and in his own bed.

He had treated her as he knew he could and in about 24 long minutes he had been able to treat the wound so that it would not open. She didn't want to waste the valuable time she had gotten, so she ran to a nearby pharmacy to order more things needed for these cases.

Some of the things he demanded were expensive and his money was not enough, so he gave them his phone number to claim the money for later. She had no choice but to call her mother and ask her to borrow the money. She would already find a good excuse for him to give it to her.

It didn't take long for Uzumaki to get out of there until he looked like a bullet on the street. Still, he began to wonder why he hadn't asked these people for help.

Could he trust the outsiders outside his apartment?

Could one of them be the girl's attacker?

He had no idea what question to answer or if he really had one. All she knew was that he was the only person she could trust to save her, even if she didn't know it.

At that moment the seconds turned into minutes. The minutes turned into hours. Time flew like air, and everything on the floor of her apartment was more than painkillers, bandages, cottons, anesthetics, etc.

He was afraid of everything that paid for what was on his own soil, but he would worry about that later.

At the end, a great breath was taken from the ground. He was sitting on the floor, looking at the girl who was still not waking up in her bed. He watched her for some sign that would tell him to open her eyes.

It was the first time he had worked under a terrible pressure that ate him up inside, but for the first time, he felt very proud of himself. Uzumaki Boruto managed to keep another living being alive, albeit one he didn't know about.

The air that girl gave off was strange and mysterious. She didn't forget to also mention herself in the strange outfit she was wearing…, now that she mentioned it; She only had a simple black robe on top and underneath it she wore a white kimono like that of a princess, having a high neck, adorned with black lines on the edges and purple, as well as 8 tomoes that run down the center and sleeves of the kimono.

He supposed she was some kind of girl who was very sensitive to her family's culture or something.

I already wanted to ask him when he woke up, but for now I wanted to give him all the time in the world to rest peacefully. Although, a part of her was making her uncomfortable at the thought of the girl's attacker.

Will you be looking for her?

It was the most probable and of which he had to be aware. The probability that he would appear in his own apartment was very high, but he had faith that it would not happen.

The dream could not with him, and therefore he was falling to the ground. He didn't think taking a nap now would be bad. It was already almost 9 at night, so getting carried away by sleep was more than enough reward for what he had just done.

"What a long day...

With those last words that he murmured to himself, he completely closed his eyes until he drifted into deep sleep.

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The sun's rays began to invade the entire room of the apartment, lighting up even the smallest corner of the place.

The light from the window hit his face. She had no idea what time it might be, but she was bothered by the simple act of forcing him up in the morning.

The sun's rays had never bothered him in the mornings, nor did they reach him when he was sleeping. Uzumaki felt that thought was out of the question as he remembered that he had been asleep on the floor, while the bed was being occupied by a girl. A strange but unexpected visit that he hadn't thought he would have.

No, but rather it would be that he had to be involved in a murder case against this girl.

If this was some kind of light novel plot, I could easily get out of this unscathed, but in the next few hours I would already be the target of the person in charge who did this, and at the same time I would be in front of his door, waiting to act.

Even with all the time that had passed, he had his doubts as to whether he should call the police at this point. Wouldn't that be the most correct? Report this case? Ask for protection?

His head began to spin like crazy as he got up from the floor to a sitting position.

His gaze was found towards the girl to continue seeing her condition, however, his body and heart jumped in surprise, even being petrified and cold without being able to move for a few seconds.

The hour he waited for at the end was unexpected that it was happening when he woke up. And with the view in front of her towards her bed, the girl who was occupying it and who she had been tending to since yesterday was awake and staring at him.

The eyes of both had crossed carefully. On Uzumaki's part, it was understandable what was going through her head when she was seeing him.

Do you think he will have kidnapped her?

Will you have the wrong idea in your current situation?

The last thing he wanted was for her to take him for a mugger, kidnapper, or worst case scenario… a pervert. Her expressionless gaze didn't help, making it very difficult to tell what she was thinking through her gaze and her eyes, which were as purple as her hair.

"Hey?" Hi Hi?

The girl watched as Boruto nonchalantly poked his ear, while still looking at her. She tried to crack a smile as best she could, but it just wouldn't come off.

His face doesn't change at all, just giving the same impression of someone suspicious and uneasy towards her. Instead, to her eyes she remained calm, but she noticed that discomfort in her shoulders as she shrugged them.

" Why do I have to stand around just looking at her like we're on a blind date?" Boruto wonders.

Right now, Uzumaki should get ready to go to school to attend school and find out about his practical test results that he had yesterday, but he doesn't want to leave this mysterious girl in his room.

And the worst thing is that this violet-haired girl seemed to like this room because she went from looking at it to looking around much more confident. She sure wanted to get comfortable on the bed, it even looked like she wanted to roll on the floor.

-Where I am?

The girl's pretty dry lips had slowly uttered those first two words.

Boruto inadvertently shuffled back a bit upon hearing the way the girl addressed him. He was a little uncomfortable with how she was doing it, so he took guard.

For a moment, Boruto thought about the way she spoke. The accent was different from what was usually spoken here. Her tone of speech was so strange that he might think she was someone from abroad. He thought about the possibility that she, she must be an exchange student at some school.

She maintained her frozen state, as she watched as the violet-haired girl seemed to be expressing her own dissatisfaction, but she didn't seem upset. She had already waited long enough for a response from her.

"Well… We're at my apartment." You know…, I'm in one of the many where 'ttebasa students can stay.

-Apartment? She.” She looked from side to side, across the room again. Are you a student?

"Of course, though...don't you think it's pretty obvious?" I mean, after all 80% of academic city are students. Boruto said.

No matter how much she said, it seemed that she was not enough for words. At least he was relieved that she could understand what he was saying, otherwise things would have gotten much more complicated.

Moreover, the conversation was beginning to give a good sign of cooperation. Not detecting any sign of mistrust in the girl, she sensed that they could speak a little more relaxed than usual.

"Look... As for how you were... I found you in the alley next door when I was leaving the garbage and I brought you to heal your wounds." He paused for a moment, looking at the girl's calm face, as if her words were so common to hear. —. You know, you had been cut from behind 'ttebasa.

-I was in danger?

"What about that question?" She said thoughtfully.

He was definitely getting more and more scared of this girl. The options that whoever she was were integrated into a list; now he had a suspicion that she belonged to some kind of group of people skilled in the art of assassination.

What would happen if that were so?

Now would he be on the list of those people if they knew he had one of their members?

Should you start writing your will?

It didn't seem like she was scared or at least uneasy, but she was looking carefully at him to see through him, the boy named Uzumaki Boruto, the person who had saved her from death.

— "Honestly, I was expecting some sort of more indebted reaction ." He looked at her with a frown.

The girl reacted as soon as she looked at the ground, finding the black robe she was wearing. She acted like she was supposed to be a feminine lord person; he grabbed her—even though she was still bloodstained—and used her to cover himself a bit.

Uzumaki thought it was quite late to have made such a maiden reaction, but he appreciated such an attitude. He was relieved to know that the girl had emotions.

There was a small interval of time in which both fell silent again; Boruto looking down from time to time, and the girl to the other side with her head down.

This situation was so awkward that Boruto couldn't handle the tension.

"So, could you tell me which one is your…

—Sumire…

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“My name… is Sumire…

My first impression of the name was traditional . She had already proven with her accent that she was a foreigner, but she didn't expect that she would have a name from this country. Were her parents from different places? Which of them was Japanese?

-And your last name?

If I knew her last name, then I would know more about her, I would even have a better chance of knowing who she was and what school she went to. However, there seemed to be no intention of speaking. He lowered her head, to which she must have been thinking of telling him her last name or not, although it was obvious, he was a stranger.

Maybe I've inadvertently rushed things a bit. The girl named "Sumire" had to make some time to trust him.

"S-Forget it, you don't have to answer if you don't want to..." He bowed his head down apologetically. I'm fine with just your name for now, Sumire-san.

—¿…San…?

-You do not like? Do you prefer that there be no honorifics? she asked.

“No, it's not that… It's just weird.

"How strange?"

“That term you said…it's strange. I've never heard of it before… I think…” At the mere hesitation of her words, she sighed despondently.

The more she talked, the more it seemed too difficult for him to understand her, even though she had already begun to speak more confidently.

The intricacies that this girl named Sumire dealt with were devastating to Boruto's patience. He did not understand anything that he felt, thought or wanted her.

Just knowing that he was already in regular condition was more than enough to say; mission accomplished . Only the lights and neon signs were missing to verify that this event has just been completed in its entirety.

If she was still alive after falling asleep, that assumed the person who hurt her didn't find her. The only bad thing about it all that was still a big problem was this specific girl.

"So, can you tell me where you live or what school you're in?" the Uzumaki asked.

-Sorry?

"If you can tell me where it is or what school you're at," he repeated, looking at her with concern. I mean, they have to know about your condition and what happened to you 'ttebasa.

-Sorry but I can not…

-Why not? Does he know where you are studying?

If things were to get more complicated, it would be that this girl's attacker would know where she studies, and if so, then the most logical thing is that she is from a much more important school.

It would make sense for her to be attacked if she was from a famous or rich school. That only led to one thing.

"Are you from Harunoki by any chance?"

"Sorry, I don't know what that is. The violet-haired girl replied.

“You don't have to hide it. I won't do anything to you. I promise you. I just want to confirm it.

-I am telling you the truth. I know because...

-What's going on? she asked.

The girl was holding on to the black tunic and lowering her head, she sighed heavily, without looking at his face.

—The truth is that… I don't know anything… I have no memories of anything…

One surprise led to another. Uzumaki was in shock when he heard what that girl confessed in front of him. Was she saying that she didn't remember anything? Had it given him amnesia? A loss of memory?

One question led to another, but he didn't know where to answer himself to come up with some theories.

If his condition was that of being amnesiac, then everything was complicated to such a degree that it was impossible for him to take care of it. He could help her locate where she lived or what school she was at, but dealing with a girl with no memory was already too much.

"Er... Sumire-san, don't you remember anything?"

The girl immediately shook her head in denial of his question.

"Can you at least try to remember something about your life?" Don't you know where you come from?

"I'm sorry." He bowed apologetically. I have no idea who I am, where I come from or who my parents are. I only remember my name… Not even my last name.

" Well, now it makes sense not to want to tell me." He said to himself mentally without taking his eyes off the girl.

The more he knew about her, the less he knew about her… Something like that was how he was looking at this whole situation.

He couldn't do much for her. He was not in the necessary capacities to be able to help her. She already did what she could to help extend her life.

"Well, I guess for now you better change," Boruto said as he stood up from the ground. Luckily, yesterday that I had treated your wound, I began to wash your clothes that you were wearing, apart from that tunic that you have there.

-My clothes?

"You know, the kimono you were wearing," he answered tiredly, scratching his head. It must be dry by now, since I left it out on the balcony overnight.

-…Then…

"We're going out now, so the first thing is for you to change," Boruto stated as he turned around to think. "Well, maybe I should give her some of my clothes just in case."

He wasn't one to give clothes to totally unknown people —although the most logical thing for society and morality is that you don't—, but this was an emergency for the girl, so he thought he could make an exception.

Turning his attention back to the girl, he stumbled backwards. Part of her brain lost its temper when she saw with her eyes the violet haired girl half naked and intending to go outside on the balcony.

"But don't change when I'm here, let alone go outside like this!" She reproached with her eyes closed and unable to avoid the heat on her face.

This only revealed that this girl was a shameless exhibitionist, as well as very strange.

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Bad times and bad days are usually separate, but now Uzumaki has just discovered that you can have both.

His situation now was that of being on the street walking while behind him was a girl who just saved his life yesterday. She this same person had no memory, no money, no friends, no contacts and now she discovered that she is an exhibitionist who did not mind being seen by a boy of the same age as her.

Her behavior was awkward for wanting to undress in front of him. Is it that in her case it was a way of paying him for rescuing her? He wasn't against it in the slightest, but he also wanted the girl to at least have some tact and dignity… Did she lose her after having amnesia?

Boruto glanced behind him from time to time, hoping that she was following him without fail. He was afraid that he would get distracted by something of hers and lose sight of her in just a few moments.

I saw her in her kimono that had been dried and cleaned. She now didn't have any blood stains — she was able to learn it from a video on the internet — plus, she sewed up where her knife cut was. She didn't want to show him off, but he was good at sewing skills. She had already done it to learn how to survive in this city, and more to save on clothes.

Right now his concerns had increased as he began to be more aware of some things; one of them was to have a foreign girl with a strange white kimono by his side, where many glances were directed towards them. She was also sure that she didn't look away from him the whole way, until she believed that she was ready to attack him. Not that he wanted to distrust her, but he went through her mind to take precautions. And lastly, he was skipping class today.

For the last thing, he never thought the day he would miss classes would be because of a girl... and more so in a situation like this.

Among most of the looks that were directed towards the two, some were only focused on the girl in particular.

I couldn't blame them. All the ones there were guys who just wished they could get close to her. Impossible for him to deny that she was a beautiful girl, having such delicate features and besides her hair color being unusual and too captivating, she had her hair down and wearing a kimono. She right now was a deadly weapon to men with the same presence as her.

If I had to describe her with one simple word, it would be: Royalty.

It would be the most appropriate word for her at the moment, but it wasn't enough for her to win his heart, that was out of the question. Besides, she was way out of her league as an individual.

"By the way, why did you want to wear your kimono?" She asked-. I could have given you some of my clothes.

"I didn't want to bother you with that. Besides, if this was mine, it stands to reason that I should use it, right?

"I guess so," he admitted. "Even if he says that, no one would walk around in those clothes."

The exchange of words had become a little more stable and with more confidence on the part of the girl. This made it easy for Boruto to have any chance of getting a clue as to what or where she was.

However, the only thing he got out of his comments was just words of thanks, opinions of the place or asking about why he lived in an apartment like the one he had. That last one made him sick, so he forbade her to continue touching on that subject.

Fortunately, those conversations were going to end now, as they had managed to get to where Uzumaki planned to come.

"Ready, we're here."

-What is this place?

The sight and impression the girl had was of something huge. A huge building was in front of him, which consisted of 4 floors.

—This is a help center when some children get lost. The mothers come to pick them up once they are told that they are here 'ttebasa.

"Do you…have a son?" Are you a mother?

-How did you come to that conclusion? Boruto asked him unceremoniously.

The girl was a little embarrassed when she saw that she had made a mistake, but it didn't seem that it bothered the Uzumaki much.

"In any case, go inside and you can tell them about your condition," he said. I am sure they will be able to help you know what school you are from.

"And where will you wait for me?"

"No, I'll go." I have things to do. I can't help you anymore 'ttebasa.

Boruto noticed how the girl seemed a little disappointed, maybe it was because she thought of something else to expect from him, but it didn't seem like the case. As much as he wanted to help her, and being in her nature, he couldn't do more. That had to be left to the adults. A case like this was not the most appropriate for him.

"Well, then I'll say goodbye here." He raises his hand to her while turning back. Take care Sumire-san.

After leaving there he headed to his apartment again, and if he had time maybe he could go to school. It is possible that he had an absence, but he had a good excuse for being late.

Of course he would say everything, but Boruto would make sure to leave out the details that he was being present for a murder.

He decided that the best thing of all would be if he went to quicken his steps. He hadn't even taken a shower, so he would have a lot of people calling him stinky. Was it okay for him not to? Should he just pour water on himself?

His mind was restless the more he was thinking about that strange imagination that he had from time to time. Although, as soon as she had stopped to briefly think about those things, she had also heard other footsteps stop.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked behind him, seeing that Sumire girl standing in front of him. She was the same as always, but there didn't seem to be any traces of sweat or anything different.

What was he doing there?

It was possible that she had forgotten to say goodbye to him as well, but if so, she would have already done so when Uzumaki left.

-Something happens?

"I'm sorry, but…" He paused for a while as he looked down, keeping his eyes on his feet between low voices he spoke. I… I would like to continue with you.

-Hey? What are you talking about?

“You're the only person who saved me, but I don't know from what… Still, I don't know anyone else who can help me more than you.

"No, I already told you," Boruto clarified as he moved his hands in panic. I can't help you anymore. Understand that I cannot continue with you to take care of you 'ttebasa.

She did nothing but behave as if she were a little girl who had no fixed course, and more in a city that she completely did not know.

-No matter. I can only trust you... For some strange reason it's impossible for me to trust anyone else...” she said in a low voice, as she leaned down. Please, let me at least stay a little longer with you.

And there he was, watching as a girl he didn't know made a pleading bow to him. She had no idea how to handle this kind of situation, but one thing she did know is that all the words she was saying were true, and not one iota of lies.

He didn't know very well what or who this strange girl is, but he was sure that this way of distrusting others must be something that happened before he found her.

The ideas were not clear, and he was not sure who she was. Even though he didn't want to mess with her anymore, he kept asking her for her help and that was already a lot of responsibility for him, but he was also getting bad for her by wanting to depend on someone like him. He was sure that if he continued to reject her and walked out of here, that guilt would haunt him for the rest of her life.

He didn't want to challenge his conscience when that came to pass. He had no choice but to just stay quiet and turn around.

The girl looked at him carefully, afraid to see how he walked away from her, and with his hands in his pants pockets.

He thought about it a bit and it is possible that he was right. He had already done a lot for her and if he continued like this, she might be a burden to him. He wasn't the kind of person who liked a lot of responsibilities, but he could tell that he was a good boy.

—Oye…

Boruto called her, turning to see her in the distance with an expression of indifference, while pointing to a store that was far away on the other street.

-Do you know what that is? she asked.

-A store?

“No… Well, yes. What I want to ask is if you know what they sell. She emphasized with a bit of discomfort.

It was definitely like being with a little girl.

-No, I do not know.

—I see… I guess your memory loss is more serious. She said as she carefully looked at the situation the girl was in.

I had heard of amnesia before, but had never seen it in person. He is much more terrifying than he imagined, and very sad to see the girl.

"That's called ice cream, do you want one?"

The proposal was on the table, now all that was left was for the girl to decide whether she was going to accept it or not. Whatever his decision, Uzumaki Boruto would have to bear the consequences forever and ever of her days.

Something in him told him the same thing, that whatever the girl was going to say there would be no going back, and yet he had no time to blink when he saw how she stood next to him and seemed curious about whatever it was. that was what they call ice cream .

Has he really made the right decision about this?

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Guardians of the Ninshū by BSmolerLOL

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, Spanish, Adventure & Fantasy, Boruto U., Inojin Y., Shikadai N., Sumire K., Words: 97k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 2, Published: May 18 Updated : Sep 2

twoChapter 4: Chapter 3: Gift

Chapter 3: Gift

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He did not know very well how or what he did to be in this dream situation for many boys.

Yes, he had rescued this girl from dying after finding her in the alley next to the apartments where she lived, only to discover that she had a serious problem with amnesia. And now, after an attempt to leave her in the hands of someone else so that he could take care of her again, he was next to her.

That same girl who was now facing her on the other side of a small table, inside an ice cream shop. She was very curious about them as soon as she saw them to the point of wanting all the flavors, but she just Uzumaki just paid for two vanilla classics.

Her face was more than clear her satisfaction and pleasure from each taste she gave her ice cream. She really enjoyed how the flavor was running through her palate along with the sensation of cold that it gave all over her tongue to her body.

The way he tasted it was extremely cautious so that it wouldn't dirty the kimono he was wearing. At least she understood that basic concept of knowing how to taste some food, at least it was a clear reflection of her manners before she lost her memory.

At least, he wanted to believe that, but he wasn't going to expect much from someone who was having amnesia.

"I'm glad you like it, at least don't you have any memories with this?" she asked.

—No, the truth is that I only savor this and nothing else. I don't feel any memory of me coming back. She commented dejectedly.

-Do not rush. She was just asking in case there were any doubts, 'ttebasa,' he answered, trying to keep her calm. Besides, she brought you here so you can at least enjoy it.

"Y-Yes, it's fine. Thank you very much, and it really is delicious —she outlined a smile looking at him—. I look forward to coming here again with you to try more flavors.

Those words of "next time" were not very safe for Boruto, it was not within his reach whether to fulfill it or not. He only agreed to take care of her a little more until he can adjust well to this city and its surroundings.

At least, he wanted her to continue enjoying this with him, and so he with her who looked like a girl. This girl called Sumire was an enigma that for better or for worse she would like to decipher… she only hoped that she would not have to regret it later.

"By the way, I don't think you ever told me your name."

“Oh, you're right. He forgot me." He scratched his head sadly, since after everything that had happened, he had never had the opportunity to do it, he only knew hers. I am Boruto, Uzumaki Boruto.

"Uzumaki Boruto?"

"Is there something wrong with my name?"

"No, of course not." The girl denied his misunderstood words by shaking her head. It's just a very unusual name.

"Well, my family is not as well known as most of the others…" Boruto commented.

Normally the surnames that exist are not so rare, many are part of family branches that have lived for many generations. His surname Uzumaki had his as a very particular case. Although it is rare, since the record of his surname was a mystery. Uzumaki Hinata, her mother never said anything to her about it, but she preferred not to continue insisting on knowing.

On the other hand, her mother is from a large family. Well, she was a few generations ago, but over time she dwindled down to being just her grandfather and aunt. However, she was happy with just them.

Now, coming to what the girl had said regarding her name, he couldn't just keep quiet, but she was a girl with severe amnesia, so just this once he would let it go. Also…

"By the way, how do you know if it's an unusual name?" she asked.

-Obviously not. It just came out, like it was something I know. She said looking at the snow on her.

“Mmh… I guess you haven't completely lost your memory. Maybe only the most important things, but I think most of everything if 'ttebasa.

"I'll try to remember something, but I can't promise much." She replied guiltily, looking at the Uzumaki.

He didn't think she much liked to blame herself for things. The most logical thing is that she feels that way for having dragged him into not leaving her. Boruto didn't care about her, since she must have gone through something of such magnitude to be a bit insecure.

He feared for what had happened to him, but there was nothing he could do now. The past just stays there, so what mattered most at the moment was that she could recover her memory, or some fragments of it.

—By the way… this… B-Borufo?

"It's Boruto.

-Certain. Sorry about that…" Repentant, she crouched down with an uneasy smile. Can you start by saying where I am or what is the name of this city?

Now that she mentioned it, he had never explained that to her, nor had he intended to do such a thing, but now it was different. As she became responsible for helping her recover her memories, now she had to explain herself to him.

If I managed to comment or tell him anything that was related to here, it is possible that he would end up unlocking some of his memories of this place.

“First, I want to say that right now we are in Academy City, one of the most advanced places on this continent… although it still looks like all average cities.

He wanted to stop for a brief second to see if he had the girl's attention, so he continued:

—As its name suggests, this city is filled with hundreds of schools, and also filled with dormitories for all the students who study here. -She said.

—…

Although Academy City in name is more like "a city of many schools that are clustered here", but in reality it is more like "a school with hundreds of student dormitories". It occupies a third of the people of the continent, and the perimeter is surrounded by large walls that are the size of a Great Wall. They went to a lot of trouble to make this place as livable as possible.

"So... you're a student from here?" she asked with concern on her face. Aren't you skipping classes right now?

"And whose fault do you think it is?"

He wanted to say himself, since he had been involved since yesterday in helping her, so it was evident that it was going to be much longer to solve than he expected.

#Boruto #Boruto fanfiction

[zackcrazyvalentine]

i am the anon who asked earlier about the character limit ! i’m ready to send my ask now-

so could you write something about a female mc (or gender neutral it’s up to you !) that doesn’t take a shit form anyone ? like when someone bother she just “tsk” before threatening them and the bois are like “wtf that was kind of hot tho-“ .

i can see them just simping for her like we simp for them and it’s making me laugh-

also i’m not really sure if you write for them but a small reaction of perhaps side-characters to her ?

i’m really asking for too much skdkdjdksowkw-

thank for reading it and i hope i’m not bothering you ! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Alright, for this one, anon allowed me to pick some Twst guys to react to MC

But, ahem…. hope they’re (and y’all are) happy with the way I carried this out

Neige (& dwarves) + Che’nya are also included, as they wished to see side characters react to this MC too

Let’s get started (bc it’s loooong)~! 

HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY, EVERYONE!! 🥳🎉

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OVERVIEW

Heartslabyul: Riddle is very surprised at her behavior and may scold her for it, but he secretly admires the confidence and will to stand up for herself. Trey is also taken aback, but well… if that helps her get through NRC, fine by him (he pretends not to see). Cater SIIIIIIMPS like duuuude THAT ATTITUDE IS WHAT HE DESIRES TO HAVE AGAINST HIS SISTERS (she’s his role model now). And man, do I even need to say what Ace and Deuce think? PLAIN FUN, and they simp, Deuce a little more than Ace.

Savanaclaw SIMPS and simps HARD. Ruggie and Leona due to females in Afterglow Savana being overall more respected. Not to mention IRL lionesse are in charge of hunting and female hyenas are the dominant ones in pairs. Jack I see as someone who admires people who are strong and can stand for themselves, and a no bullshit MC is wow… but perhaps he thinks maybe she could be a little more polite.

Octavinelle is a little hard to read. Azul first is very surprised and a bit offended, but once he finds out she acts this way towards everyone and anyone… Be ready to become his 3rd bodyguard lol. Leech Twins adore to annoy her, Floyd provokes her more with tugs and shoves while Jade can just throw ANY comment her way with that smile to trigger the instinct; she’s become their little plaything of sorts.

Scarabia: Kalim is SHOOKED!!!! The first time he hears her comments leaves him with a surprised pikachu face. Jamil is startled a bit, but man… SIMPS, and is like "you speak my inner thoughts".

Pomefiore: Vil is also VERY surprised, but admires the way she so willingly defends herself with only words and harsh glares (anger looks very pretty on her). Rook SIMP, yuuup. He's amazed at how just one comment and death stare from her has magic wielders cowering in fear, gets goosebumps from excitement when those are directed at him. Epel simps too! Like DAMN HE WANTS TO STAND UP FOR HIMSELF LIKE THAT!!! No more stupid etiquette classes, time to be tough! (Vil quickly turns his plan to dirt tho lol)

Ignihyde: Idia is ?????? At times, he's very intimidated by her, but on other occasions he's ready to talk back (this especially when he's communicating through the tablet). Ortho is shook, too. For someone who comes from another world and is scared by many possible scenarios in this Wonderland, they're surprisingly brave. He likes her! Get ready to be his Big sis

Oh man, Diasomnia… Malleus is surprised when he first sees the change of attitude, since she's nice in his nightly visits to Ramshackle, but very soon he'll be like "I like this human" Slowly becomes her simp.  Lilia is VERY amused by her behavior and sometimes likes to provoke her. As soon as a threat is thrown his way, however, he'll be ready to throw one back as he smiles brightly. Silver is surprised, they all cower before her, how?! He may or may not simp, but he absolutely looks up to her (wishes to be more assertive like that). Boy oh boy… Sebek… SHOOKED; just try to say something rude to his Young Master, get ready for the loudest "EXCUSE ME?!" and following rant. Shooked and shooked TO THE CORE.

ALL the staff are very irritated by her antics, but the ones more vocal about it that have a little back and forth with her are Crowley and Crewel. Sam just laughs it off, besides it's rare for her to threaten him (mainly bc he gives special discounts for her).

BOY...RSA… Neige is SHOOKED, but rudeness never stopped him from making friends and pull a smile out of them (well, ya better stop right there bc she's ready to PUNCH). Needless to say, majority of dwarves are surprised too… except, Grant who just chuckles and says like Jamil "speaking my inner thoughts".  Che'nya acts as if it's the most normal thing, doesn't flinch back or anything ("we're all mad in our own ways~ it's the norm here")

In the end, all of them simp for her, one way or another~ (and let her get away with a handful of stuff bc simps)

Heartslabyul

"Aren't you the cutest little thing~? Look at your lil' nose sniffing my finger so adorably!!" The [color] haired girl gushed at the hedgehog in her hand, carefully petting its colorful quills.

Someone sighed in irritation at her behavior, "Stop that! We're not allowed to pamper the hedgehogs like that, so cut it off!"

[Color] eyes narrowed at the intruder, "And who here says I care what you, or the rules, say? They're animals, pets practically. You need to show them affection for them to live long, happy lives, dumbass."

At the small scene, Trey interrupted, “Let's please act accordingly. Come on, we need help painting the roses." The 3rd year signaled the other Heartslabyul student to follow.

"What?! No, not fair! How come she's not getting punished for this when we get scolded for it?!" He raised his voice.

"Hey now, leave [Name]-chan alone, she isn’t bothering anyone. Be a good kouhai and listen to Trey-senpai. Remember vice dorm leader is just as respected as dorm leader here." Cater cut in, trying to somehow make things lighter.

"Bull-!" Before the guy could even finish his sentence, Riddle appeared.

"What seems to be the matter here? At this rate, if you keep getting distracted with unimportant things, we won't have our preparations ready." The redhead followed their gazes to the girl sitting on the floor surrounded by a rainbow of hedgehogs.

"Ah, I understand." Riddle nodded.

"Thank-!" However, the student was once more cut off by the 2nd year.

"[Surname] was appointed by me personally as hedgehog caretaker. Her activities consist of cleaning cages, feeding, and the important task of pampering them with affection and love." Heartslabyul's dorm head explained, "We do play croquet frequently, and many 1st years don't treat our animals superb. Not to mention, it is said the Queen of Hearts herself would pamper her hedgehog just like [Surname] is doing… Admirable, don’t you think?"

"Are we clear now?" Slate grey eyes looked sternly at his dormmate.

Defeated, the boy accepted. "Yes, dorm leader Rosehearts."

"Go help Cater and Trey with rose duty." Riddle dismissed the boy.

On his way out, a certain troublesome 1st year made an indirect comment.

"That's why you get informed before complaining about things~" Ace teased.

Deuce smacked his friend on the back of the head, "Shut it, we committed the same mistake when we first saw [Name] baby talking the hedgehogs."

"H-Hey! There was no need to reveal that!"

Savanaclaw

Full cafeteria, the worst scenario ever. Not to mention both [Name] and Grim were starving.

So, when she saw an opportunity to get in line for the (oddly) short line for [fav. food], she did. However…

“What the fuck’s up with you?! Just because you’re a girl ya think ya get special treatment, dumbass?!” Some random rude student said.

Oh, bad move, idiot.

All [Name] had to do was throw an icy glare their way and turn away slowly for the boy to tremble in his socks.

Human and Grim picked their full and finally headed to any empty spot available, which resulted in them sitting with the Savanaclaw students, who watched the scene unfold.

“[Name]-san, that’s some temper you’ve got-” Ruggie began talking, but was immediately silenced by the same icy stare.

“To hell with that, I am hungry and ready to destroy the world, so better keep your mouth shut to see your future.” The girl grumbled, taking the first bite of her precious meal.

Three pairs of ears flattened in shock, looking at one another to agree on what they experienced right now.

“Wait a second…” Ruggie thought, breath hitching after receiving such cold glare.

Jack kept a watchful eye as he drank his water, strange warmth crawled up his face. “That was…”

Leona, for once, looked awake enough. Green eyes with a tinge of respect reflected in them, teasing smile slowly developing on his face. “Seems like the herbivore has some fight in her… Nice, very nice…”

“That was… very attractive…” The trio gulped down whatever they were eating, before averting their gaze elsewhere to hide the blush. Except Leona, he chuckled silently before looking down at his plate to recover from the little display of power from her part.

Meanwhile, the otherworldly student and cat monster shared a confused look. “Weirdos… Do they enjoy seeing me eat? Yeah, not sitting down with them again.” [Name] decided.

Octavinelle

"Keobi-chan~!"

"Not again…" [Name] grumbled between teeth. Just as she thought she was out and away from the whole Octavinelle trio, these two come again for her.

"Let's go, koebi-chan! Azul wasn’t done talking with you~” Floyd grabbed onto her arm and tugged.

“You two never know when to stop, or do you?” Grim swiped at Floyd’s hand as best he could from the girl’s shoulder.

Then came the chuckle she hated most, that instantly ignited that fight or flight instinct in her. “Please, Floyd is simply stating the truth. Azul is adamant in speaking to [Surname]-san, it’s only expected of her to allow him some time. After all, he was so gracious to lend his help when she most needed.” Jade linked his arm with her free on and began walking.

“Oi! Get your hands off me! I’ve heard enough from Azul! I’ve declined the offer more than enough times for it to get through his head!” The [hair color] stood her ground as much she could, but the two towering eels still dragged her to their destination.

Floyd laughed, “Little shrimp fighting for her life when she’s already lost~” He shot Jade a look and his twin immediately knew what he wanted to do. They lifted her from the ground and began swaying side to side.

“What the hell?! Let me down, let me go! I’ve had enough of you! We’ve helped Azul more than enough already!” [Name] and Grim were left to flair and yell more protests while the twins chuckled and laughed at their predicament.

Eventually, they arrived at Octavinelle and the two-halves-of-a-whole students were plopped down onto the couch inside Azul’s V.I.P. office. The tweels left them with those sinister pointy teethed smiles of theirs, sending chills down the duo’s spines.

“Now now, [Name]-san, Grim-san, do keep your voice down. I’ve got a deal much better than our last offer. Hear me out, now would you?” Azul spoke, suave and sleazy as ever.

“No, cut it out already! Just accept I won’t-!” Her complaints were interrupted by the octomer’s firm statement.

“One meal!” After noticing he had their attention, the dorm leader continued, “One free meal for the two of you each day, along with some Madol… All for [Name]-san’s intimidation services and Grim-san cleaning dishes.”

“Make it TWO meals and it’s a deal!” Grim quickfired.

“NO! No, no!” The [color] eyed refuted. She leaned close to Ashengrotto over the desk, eyes narrow and eyebrows furrowed, “...Make it two free meals AND drinks daily, with a nice pay… and throw in some deluxe tuna cans from time to time…”

Grim perked up at that, eyes shifting from human to merman as they stared each other down to see who relented first.

Azul sighed, “Very well…” A gloved hand came forward, “Have we got a deal?”

[Eye color] looked into baby blue, before nodding and shaking his hand. “A deal it is, but” [Name] leaned even closer, right on the gray haired’s face, “Let it be known that just you fail once on giving the pay and it’s over, Ashengrotto.”

He snorted, “Oh, no need to worry about that, I always hold onto my end of the contract.” Taunting gaze mocked the [hair color], “The thing is, can you?”

“This damn Octavinelle people..!” [Name] felt fire light up her veins from anger and irritation at his words.

Scarabia

“Grim, look! We once more have a delicious cream cheese for you to enjoy with crackers!” The ever excitable Kalim exclaimed, reading a pair of crackers to feed Grim.

Before his hand could get any close to the scared cat’s face, [skin tone] hads grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Kalim, how many more times do I have to tell you?! Stop that!” An exasperated sigh followed her words. She let go of his arm.

Kalim (and pretty much all of Scarabia) looked at her. “No, not those big round cute ruby eyes…” The girl thought, feeling herself relent already. “Only for you… only for this ray of sunshine will I try to be less on the fence…”

[Name] cleared her throat, “W-Why don’t you… try asking Grim properly if he would like some first, instead of just shoving the food in his mouth!” An awkward giggle left her lips. “Was that better?! That did not sound better, at all! No!! It was harsh!” 

Silence carried on afterwards, making her feel even more awkward and nervous of her actions. There’s a first time for everything.

“She’s right on that. You understand, don’t you, Kalim?” Jamil broke the silence, turning everyone’s eyes to him now. “As host, you should offer your visits amenities correctly, not force them upon them.” The dark haired boy remained focused on his plate of curry while he informed his dormmate.

“Oh! Of course, of course!” The dorm leader snapped out of his zoning out, “Apologies! Grim, would you like to try the cream cheese?” Kalim recovered his pep, bringing close the plate of cheese and crackers to Grim.

“Ah… No, thank you…” The monster declined. “However… I would like to try the dates you have over there.”

“Sure, no worries! Try as much food as you like! This banquet is for everyone to enjoy, after all!” Just like that, everyone’s spirits were lifted, and the party returned to its full swing.

From across the table, Jamil threw the [hair color] a smirk and a nod. She looked away with a faint blush on her cheeks.

Pomefiore

“She dares show her face here, dressed like that?”

“And with a stinky, dirty raccoon hanging from her shoulder.”

“As always, these pretentious idiots…” [Name] tried to steel herself, taking deep breaths as she carried on towards the Pomefiore common room. Vil asked for her presence here for some idea he had in mind and wanted to carry on.

“Fuh-nyah, this place always smells like perfume… Has me sneezing all over, eugh.” Grim rubbed his nose to ease the itching.

The girl giggled lightly, petting her companion. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the smell in a few seconds.”

“Ah, Trickster [Name], Monsieur Hirsute! Bienvenue à Pomefiore!” Rook welcomed them, as colorful as ever.

“[N-Name]? You’ve been… summoned here, as well?” Epel seemed surprised to see his friends here.

Vil stood up from the throne, “And just in time you’re both here. Could’ve done with a few extra minutes of head start, but at least you’re here and didn't arrive late.” The elegant 3rd year went over to explain his idea to the 1st years.

However, as the dorm head explained, the comments continued…

“Seriously, can’t she take the hint she’s not wanted here?”

“As a girl, she should know to take better care for herself.”

“Alright that’s it.” The Ramshackle prefect took a very deep breath and interrupted Vil, “Yeah, uh, apologies for cutting you off, but let me take care of some matters.” Turning around, the [color] haired looked over at the group that kept saying unasked opinions.

“Hey, you pompous people with deliriums of grandiose!” At the start of her screaming, Vil and Rook braced for the worse while Epel drew a very big smirk.

Everyone kept their dignified faces, sure that their dorm leader and vice head would have their backs.

“I dress bad? I don’t take care of my skin, nails, lips, hair? Grim isn’t always smelling nice?”

“Hey! What with that, [Name]?!”  “Shush, you…”

“Just because I’m a girl you dare assume what I should act like?!” She scoffed, “Well, let me see you survive in a world far different than your own, disoriented and with no means to go back, live on a tight budget along with your equally as disoriented monster friend, with the only clothes you own being very mistreated and old uniforms students left in a rundown dorm!”

Everyone looked at her and murmured.

One of the students spoke up, practically laughing at her face, “What? Want us to feel pity for you? Sounds to me like you’re not trying hard enough.”

Grim himself was ready to burn this scum to a crisp, but thankfully, someone else stepped in to defend their friends.

“Oh? Like you’ve clearly not been doing?” Vil glared at the boy harshly. “Don’t think just because you’re good looking you have an immediate pass to be a student of Pomefiore, of NRC. Your grades are lacking, and for someone in this dorm to be that terrible in alchemy is ruinous. Seriously, an F in potion making? You strive to be as resourceful and tenacious as the Beautiful Queen by not being able to brew even a simple potion?”

The mob cowered back, shocked at their dorm head speaking that way to them.

“Doesn’t feel good to have yer flaws n’ failures spoken of, eh?” Epel yelled from a few miles back. He could see Schoenheit stiffen at the use of his distinct accent, but the farmer boy could care less in this moment… and so did Vil.

Rook stepped over with a friendly smile, placing a hand on the student's shoulder and on Vil’s. “Please rest the case, lest we want our hearts and faces wrinkle up from anger and stress.” The hunter squeezed the boy’s shoulder, applying pressure on one of the nerves to get the message across. In case that was not enough, narrow green eyes spared him a side glance full of ill-intent, “Any more comments like that, and your heart will be carved out of your rib cage and go in a jewelry chest to display as a trophy.” Was his message.

“Y-Yes, Rook-senpai!” The mob immediately answered and made their way out to somewhere else.

The actor rubbed the bridge of his nose at the scene, “I apologize on behalf of my dorm, those types of comments are absolutely not tolerated, but there seem to be more potatoes to wrangle than what I imagined.” He sighed, “But anyways! Let us continue with our original plans. [Name], Grim, Epel, follow me. We shall start with having you all take a nice bath and do proper skincare...and furcare, I suppose.”

“Oh, I would very much like some hypermosturizing serums and a bathbomb or oils to help destress, please!” The [hair color] said.

Vil chuckled a bit, “After that, you need all the lavender oils in the water.”

“Wait, does that mean…?!” Epel became unsettled and looked at Grim.

The monster finished the lilac haired boy’s thought, “We’re gonna end up smelling like a potpourri or somethin’?!”

Rook came behind them, pushing them lightly forward to walk in the other two’s direction. “Come now, moniseurs! Bath time is a great time to spend relaxing and planning your activities for the day!” 

The rowdy duo only groaned at his words.

Ignihyde

“Oh, [Name] [Surname]-san, that was an amazing play!” Ortho congratulated while spectating the game going on between you and his brother.

The girl chuckled, “Thanks, Ortho… Did that specifically to show your brother not to underestimate a magicless human’s abilities in games such as this.” Sizzling could be heard coming from the older Shroud as he silently fumed, but his flaming hair betrayed his silence.

“That’s right, get mad and lose your temper. It’ll be easier to defeat you like that… defeat you once more.” [Color] lips turned into a mocking smile. “Talk shit, get hit, bruh!”

Idia desperately played his following moves, a supposed combo to take you down considerably. “I don’t believe you’ll keep that smile in your face for long.”

She chuckled, ominously now, “Ohoho, I believe I will be keeping this smile… and victory with me~!” The 1st year kept laughing as she played her last strategy, leading to his defeat for the 6th? 10th? time today.

The dorm head took a deep breath before he could yell his frustration out, hair turning a shade of dull red, telling the other occupants of the room of his temper.

“How’s that for underestimating the skills of a human, Idia? Tired or eating your dirt yet or not? Told ya this would only lead to absolute defeat-!” Before [Surname] could boast some more, Idia stood up and dropped himself on his bed, back turned to them all.

The robot boy floated over to the enraged 3rd year. “Big brother? Your vitals are erratic, heartbeat is quick and body temperature is on the raise. Would you like some help relaxing?”

“I believe it’s better to let him be, Ortho.” The girl reassured. “Wanna play a game with me? See if you can beat me?” She suggested.

The android quickly cheered up, “I would love to!”

- Few minutes later -

[Color] eyes stared at victorious play.

5 times… It had only been 30 minutes and already 5 times… She was beaten by the younger Shroud 5 times already!

Ortho smiles at her (or at least she assumed, with him keeping his mouth coveron). “This is entertaining, [Name] [Surname]-san! Can we play one more time?” Those innocent yellow eyes looked up at her tired, irritated ones.

“I- uuuh… S-Sure, Ortho..!” A strained smile stretched her lips.

Idia sat down somewhere near, teasing pointy smile on his face now. “How does it feel, [Surname]?”

“Shut the hell up, Shroud, you’re no one to speak like that.” The girl whispered through gritted teeth.

Diasomia

Blah, blah, blah… chatter, chatter, chatter…Loud booming voice annoying everyone around.

“Alright, damn it all!” [Name] slammed her hand on the table. “For the love of all that's holy, shut the hell up, Sebek!!”

Everyone was stunned for a moment at the outburst, Silver jumped awake at the shouting.

Sebek looked at her with the most indignant look, “Excuse you?! That is something extremely rude to say! Even more so because you interrupted my conversation with the Young Master!”

“What do you even mean?! You interrupted my conversation with Malleus in an even more impolite way first!” She reminded her fellow 1st year.

Zigvolt scoffed, “Only because you don’t possibly have anything of interest to speak with Master Malleus.”

“Sebek I swear to god!”

“Silence, human! Stop pestering us!”

“You are the one doing the pestering here!”

And just like that, both students began bickering.

Silver looked at Lilia, “Don’t you think we should do something about this?”

The old fae sighed into his tea cup, placing it back down before taking a sip. “We absolutely must, Sebek’s voice was already inflicting a headache, now we have... that…” Red eyes looked at the brash underclassmen arguing.

Malleus, meanwhile, rubbed his temples at their antics.

“Children, stop it now or else-” Vanrouge noticed how his words were going unnoticed, so he decided to raise his voice some. “Children-” More shouting, silencing his call for attention.

“Children!” Lilia’s voice boomed around the room, along with the stomping of his heel on the stone floor. The surround sound effectively made the misbehaving students shut up.

“Thank you.” He said with a closed eyes smile, “Now, to settle your senseless screaming, why don’t we try asking Malleus himself what he believes happened, hm?” The bat suggested, turning to look into lime eyes to urge his master to speak up.

“Oh..! Hmm… Well… It is true Sebek interrupted the conversation I was having with the child of man,” [Name] looked at her friend with an I-told-you-so smile, “And I disagree with him, [Surname] was telling me very interesting things about her life and experiences in this Wonderland.” That made the girl stand even prouder.

“However,” The pistachio haired male looked at his superior with hope in his eyes, “I agree with his comment on how interrupting conversations the way [Surname] did is very rude.” Now it was his turn to boast a little. “But let’s not forget he interrupted us first, and therefore is rude himself.” Sebek deflated at that.

Lilia clapped his hands with a bright smile, “Problem solved! Now,” The fae looked at the tall 1st year, “Sebek, dear, [Name] is our guest today, treat her with respect. She is Malleus’ specially invited guest, let her spend her time occupying our leader’s time as she pleases. He invited her for that reason, after all.”

“U-Understood, Lilia-sama…” Zigvolt agreed against his will.

“Thank you, Lilia!” [Name] thanked at the same time Sebek spoke.

“Very well, let us enjoy our tea time in peace now.” Finally, the youthful soul sat down and picked up his cup to take a much needed sip of the amber liquid. “Young ones these days, I swear...”

NRC Staff

Shouting and yelling resounded around the meeting hall, leading Mozus to rub the bridge of his nose to try and ease the oncoming headache.

“Hello-!” Vargas was cut off.

“Not now, Professor Vargas, I need to knock some sense into this crow!” The 1st year yelled at the muscular P.E. teacher.

He sat down near Trein with a sigh, “They’re at it again this week?”

“Yes, they are…” The old man grunted.

“Been at it for 20 minutes now, can’t believe it.” Crewel tapped his finger on the wooden table in irritation, “Headmaster Crowley should already relent and give her more allowance if it means we can get our meetings done!”

“Absolutely not,” Trein disagreed, “[Surname] should learn to handle her finances better, budget things appropriately and spend the least on useless things.”

Crewel let out a single mocking laugh, “Really now? Have you heard what biweekly amount of money he gives her?! It’s not even enough to buy a steady supply of meals from the shop for a week!”

Soon enough, the two teachers joined their respective sides in the battle of Crowley vs. [Name], while Vargas watched with the most uncomfortable look.

And, after a good more minutes of shouting, the last call was given…

“You know what?! I’m done!!” The [color] haired girl made her way to the exit, “It’s always “Because I am so kind” blah blah blah! But you never do anything to help me!” She made a bad impression of the Director on purpose.

“It’s not only me in the dorm, it’s also Grim! And he’s a sizable cat, he needs to eat properly and plenty, too!” She turned around before leaving, “Seriously, Headmaster, I don’t know anymore how to scream at you that we need help! We’re sleeping on dirt every night, we’re breathing mold and dust everyday inside the rundown dorm! We need food and clothes and bedsheets and hygiene products!”

[Name] had to take a deep breath before saying her last words, “If you’re not going to help me search for a way back home, then… at least help me make that crumbling building feel like home…” With that, the heavy door shut close.

The young girl quickly made her way out of the building, trying her best to keep her emotions at bay and not let them overflow. Out of habit, or maybe it was her consciousness trying to search for comfort, her feet carried her to Mr.S’s Mystery Shop.

The simple ringing of the bell signaling a new customer already made her feel better.

“Welcome, little devil! What can I help you with today?” Sam greeted with his typical energy.

The [hair color] sighed in relief, making her way to the counter. “Hello, Sam.”

“Aaah, another fruitless fight with the Headmaster?” The shopkeep inquired, identifying that tired tone in her voice.

“Indeed…” She let head lay upon her crossed arms as the rest of her body leaned on the counter. “I ask myself why I even keep trying it, nothing will ever change…”

A shadow friend pat her head to try and comfort her.

“Because you’re perseverant and a fighter, and wish to have a school life as nice as the one your friends in established dorms live. It’s not an unjustified fight.” The mysterious clerk said, full confidence in his words.

“You believe so?” Curious [color] eyes looked at his moving figure.

“Of course! Everyone else has a nice room to sleep in, why shouldn’t you? Besides, the Headmaster decided to take you in, a responsibility he can’t ignore.” He placed a small mug in front of your head, “Go ahead, take a drink, it’ll help you in more ways than you can think of.”

Carefully unwinding from her position, a hand took the mug and brought it under her nose. One sniff and the girl could tell this was [fav. drink]. “Sam, I’m-! How did- How did you know this is my favorite?!” A pleasant surprise that brought a smile to her lips.

“You always buy it, guess you must really like it.” Magenta eyes watched as she took a sip, “Comfort food and drinks are perfect after an upsetting experience.”

[Name] threw him a tender smile, “Thank you, Sam. All you do for me and Grim is very appreciated… Don’t think I don’t notice those special discounts.”

All he did was wink at her as he turned to welcome a new customer.

Royal Sword Academy

Helping put up a stage was not an easy task. Could anyone really blame her for being so mad at everyone who got in her way after being overworked like that?

Who knows how many times she yelled at people to hurry up and move away from her path already.

And it just so happened a playful cat decided to scare the soul out of the 1st year at the worst moment, just as she was trying to take a short power nap.

“Found mew (pronounce it as m-you-w pls)!” A floating head and apparently dismembered arms appeared before [Name], hands falling on her shoulders.

She screamed bloody hell at the boy, “WHAT THE F-CK, CHE’NYA?!?!” A coughing fit followed due to the sudden loud yelp, “That was,” Cough, “My heart I just spat out!”

Meanwhile, the RSA student laughed his head off at the startled girl.

It irritated her, “And what do you think you’re doing laughing like that?! I could’ve tore a vocal cord or actually have a heart attack, you dumb cat!”

Oh… Never in his life had he been called that, at least not that he remembered.

They remained in silence for a while. 

Eventually, Alchemi giggled once more “Aha~, nice to see you’re mad too! Told nya it was the norm here~”

The [hair color] nodded in mock agreement, “Yeah, can finally see all of you are damn BONKERS!”

~°~  ~°~

This boy… what is his problem?! Suddenly approaching a stranger all smiles and good vibes? [Name] knew this was a twisted world, but this was plain creepy…

So, of course, the fight or flight instinct kicked off.

Yanking her hands out of his hold, [color] orbs sharpened to the meanest glare she could muster right then and there. “What do you think you’re doing? I am not a princess, and I definitely am not your princess! That’s way too creepy to tell someone you’ve just crossed eyes with.”

A multitude of gasps was heard. “Ah, that’s right, he has tiny friends with him…” [Name] could only inwardly sigh and groan.

Neige himself gasped too, what a rude person!

A little giggle was heard, “That’s exactly what I wanted to tell him.” Grant whispered, amused by the whole scene.

“Alright, okay, uh… Gotta go now. Pleasure, or not, to meet you. Goodbye.” The NRC student walked past the strange students. “And I thought there was nothing crazier than NRC… B O I   was I wrong…”

The dwarves looked at their stunned friend. 

Dominic tugged at his pant leg, “Neige, are you alright? Just let her be, I’m sure she reacted like that due to being cautious about strangers.”

“Yes, I’m fine…But,” Round chocolate eyes remained on her retreating form, “Nothing has ever stopped me from befriending even the grumpiest of people! Or has it, Grant?” The brunet smiled at his friend.

“I suppose not- Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” The redhead complained while the rest laughed merrily alongside LeBlanche.

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(P.S. OMG if you see shifting between fem pronouns, they/them pronouns and "you" stuff... PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! My brain got a bit confused in a part! Hopefully I corrected it all)

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[ao3writers-pls-love-me]

get to know yourself! what your fav colors? hair eyes colors? (fav?)? what's you type of human? do you have regrets if yes can u tell us (optional)? soulmates? three wishes? zodiac sign?

sorry if there are sm questions, but i like ur things very much! stay awesome mate! u've gained a follower <3

(can u giv me a cute solangelo au with ridiculously lots of details pls ty, so that when ure famous, i would be very proud and happy)

hi thank you for the questions

i like red, strong or/and soft green plus blue.

i have black hair with dark brown eyes.

heavy metal enthusiastic pep with black hair&eyes, unrelated, but also into unexpected kinds of stuff like astronomy, architecture, autopsy, creating arson and terrorism in my kitchen.

that's a very good question. a human who can speak and love a lot of languages and is passionate about something they like, bonus if they are smart and randomly over-analyze slow-main-world-building fictions.

yes i do, it involves wattpad, zodiac shippings, 9 yr olds writing romance and end up with reposting anime arts they found pretty and canon with the character. dark time.

soulmates.

money. too much knowledge. good exam scores.

im a Cancer

of course! solangelo soulmate au where you cant feel certain emotions until you meet your soulmate. will doesn’t know how to be happy (cant laugh cant smile, he can fake it but everyone will know) and nico doesn’t know how to be sad (he can cry, but its not natural, he's not gonna feel a thing, it only wetted his face. meaning he cant grief or sad about his mother and bianca's death, he feels empty)

(sike this is actually a one-shot, here u go)

will was going to practicing his guitar with some of his college-band friends like the usual. then this black hair guy unexpectedly joined in out of nowhere, he doesn’t do music, not a member, only friends of will’s bass guy (jason), he sits in a corner, often moving his pencil around, writing, drawing, in his full-of-sticky-notes journal, very quiet. he leaves them alone and they leave him alone.

the guy hangs out with them a lot, keeps minimum talking, works mainly. today just like others, instruments, sketching pencils, the black hair guy's musical voice, probably Italian, too bad he's not a singer, will off-minded thought, the usual.

but today, no so-so. unusual things happen, unfortunately.

when the band's having a break, nico (jason said once), suddenly asked, “what some fancy words can you think of?” jason looks at him immediately, “um...fancy like, what?” nico shrugs, “medical-related”

the member shift their gazes at jason, making him a little on edge, will thumps on his guitar, pitied the guy, “gosh i dont know! uh, crispy....critter?”

“that’s not even fancy”

“well, it’s medical-related. it means......" jails off, jason doing his little dancie-dance, then drops it and says with a stoic face, "sorry i forgot” nico scoffs, rolls his eyes annoyingly. will feels strange things starting in his stomach, he blames them on lou's tomato sandwich.

don't know what drives him, but will calmly says, surprises even himself, "it means you have severe burns on your body"

"oh? i thought it just jace's occasionally kick-the-brain thinking or something, thanks" will had never heard him talk this much in a sentence before, it's quite nice. "see jace, your guitar guy is way more superior than you"

"hey!" nico chuckles, mischievously. he makes will's guitar thumping misses some beats, "great, now he likes you, good luck with that" he doesnt know what's that about, but somehow pleased with it. nico tilts his head, smugs "can't blame me for liking awesome people, jace. what? jealous cause i dont like you just as same?"

nico is full of unexpected things. a moment ago you thought of him as some emo guy with 'dont talk to me' aura, then now you have this charming cool chad that can punch and persuade you its his way to show affection.

nico casually stands up, with a cat-smirk on his face, professionally spins his pencil, then points at their drummer (piper), "pretty drummer. you. next"

"oh ok um, what's that word again. netter, nectar—noctor! it's uh...yeah, same to jason"

"will, can you please?" hearing his name come from nico's lips sound nice but also, rare. he shouldn't get used to it this easily, really, but somehow it's felt natural, a worth spoking fact, "it's a mix between nurse and doctor. nurses who think they are doctors"

"extraordinary. wonderful. fascinating. truly the best. this guy" jason looks at him and nico incredulously, will confusingly looks back at him, "you dont even know if he's right or wrong—" brings a small laugh out of nico, "well i have the wifi password, so joke on you jass"

jason and the gang gape in horror at nico, will too, but he doesn't seem so with his poker face, "wtf nico we've been here way longer than you. Mr.D had us bc my dad forced him to so he hates everything thats involved us, means, you too, but how come you get to be the exception? and you didn't even tell us?"

someone says 'we dont stan'

nico taps unnaturally fast on his phone, "n-o-c-t-o-r, he's right. good job will" and gives him two thumbs up, annoying jason, "if you had a phone this whole time, you could have just googled it, why asked us?"

"jass, you horrible nut-toes! you cant always google things, you have to find true inspirations and stupidity. crispy critter cant suddenly appear in your head and have you searched for it", he has a point. veins pop on jason's forehead, he's massaging his eyes, equally giving up.

wow this nico dude is annoying, and cute, it's unexpected, he's quite the loved-extrovert, "anyways. next. dude with weird satanic stuff on his blue t-shirt."

"for god's sake they are not weird satanic stuff, they are poseidon's symbols! what's s wrong with you? "

"everything, say the word, king"

"butts"

"you're canceled. peasant. disgustingly mushy slice of apple will catch you in your dream tonight" nico spins nicely on his feet, "you. who looks like a sad man that would eat sharpies for attention"

leo, face scrunched up entirely, expressively saying 'i am going to strangle and kiss you', "pregnanc—"

"gods no. straight people. furry mfs" nico sighs, exaggerated, watches the band as if they just broke into his house, only stealing his nuttela jar to eat it with microwaved-pizza, true disappointment, "will, you're my last hope, say the thing"

the thing, he said. will thought a little in his head, weird movements on his mouth, threaten to break, "there's one. it's a type of lung disease, that's caused by inhaling volcanic ash and sand dust"

everyone looks at him expectedly, he tenses a bit at, the attention, especially with nico's burning gaze.

"pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis"

"..."

"..."

"...wtf did y—"

"will, dude, what's the gibberish is that...?"

"you 'idnt catch? pneumonoultr-"

"no stop"

and will chuckles gently, half-heartedly, too quiet but still clear as the sky with no clouds.

then when he realized it, he stops, snaps out of it immediately, his eyes blown wide, and he coughs, heavily. something rumbling under his throat, welcome, ticklish, new, strange...refreshing. he couldn't stop, and it spills, continue to spill, more and more, and he has a hard time breathing.

will is laughing now, everyone gawks at him, cracked, shocked, confused, amazed. they have never seen him smile, least laugh.

nico has a misty expression on his face. like a shutdown computer, he's loading. and will finds it funny, gosh, it looks hilarious to him.

will looks up at nico and the other, can't contain his giggles. shoulder shaking, cheek blushing. something blooms in his heart, connected, full, new, loved. it's weird, but not in an unpleasant way, he likes it, adores it, loves it. it's nice, so nice.

whats happening to him, will thought. his cheeks are starting to hurt and his heart is starting to feel vulnerable.

"n-nico? you ok?"

nico's still standing there.

and he slowly, steady, turns his face to will.

then, tears.

too slow. too big. too much. too natural. too clean, tears.

he's crying. nico's crying.

"...w-what's happening to me—?"

#forrien #questions #answered #oneshot #solangelo au #solangelo #pjo #nico di angelo #will solace #have you ever seen someone laughed so beautiful #it makes you cried

[shnowbilicat]

Human Abathur and Human Anub'Arak

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While playing Heroes of the Storm I got the idea of drawing my main Heroes as humans! Cuz apparently I only play monsterns and creatures and aliens X'D

I decided to start with Abathur, cuz he has been on mind about this since I got the idea aaaand I love myself sum hoods and dark characters :'3

You guys have no idea how much time I spend on Abathur's and Anub'Arak's Wiki pages just reading through ther bios and what not X'D

Down below is more information if ya wanna check it out but tl;dr I adore these two and I lowkey ship them too huehuehue~ ewe

So to keep it short and simple, Abathur is the 'Evolution Master' of the Zerg's, aka he's the guy you go to for upgrades in game ... and that's basically his whole character!

Abathur is pretty much obsessed with evolving his race into more efficient deadlier creatures, even going so far as intentionally trying to wage war against the other races in Starcraft and going against the wishes of the new queen Zerg. He knows perfection is impossible, but he can at least try to get very close to it.

This also reflects in his mannerisms and speech; he speaks just using the most important words, everything else is a waste of time. He even explicitly says he dislikes using pronouns X'D

He's not a fighter, in HOTS he's a support character that specializes in enhancing his teammates to the max, while he sits somewhere hidden.

He's a calm and collected guy, but thanks to the Blizzard charme some of his in game actions and voicelines to reveal a silly side of the character ... which I intend on using 100% ewe

As a human, Abathur still has his rather calm and collected personality, but spiced up with a straight forward approach to others and a little bit of snark as well! He likes to kidnap his teammates into his lab to do experiments on and try to improve them.

Speaking of his lab, instead of the fleshy, boney style the Zerg have going on, in this AU Zerg's have something called 'BioTech', a technology that runs on Zerg essence to function, being alive to an extend too. Fluids, pods and pipes everywhere, dark and black colors and harsh metal machines that are spiky and everything is about in the same style like Abathur's stingers (See reference picture above thxx)

Abathur is basically the crazy scientist in this Human AU and Zagara (The current Zerg queen), Dehaka, Artanis and Anub'Arak have to put up with his antics while spending time with each other cuz idk the Nexus either forced them to or the Zerg's rescued Artanis and Anub'Arak from their death and they owe the Zergs something idk X'D

Anub'Arak is a character from Warcraft and if I read it correctly Anub was once I proud King of a land called Narub. After daring to stand against the Lich King he sadly died, but got resurrected as an undead by said Lich King to serve as an unstopable force of nature.

As far as I understood it Anub did die at least once more and yet again brought back to life, now serving another Lich King. He even killed his own people while serving the Lich King, against his own will of course.

I personally only got to play Warcraft 3 as a small child and always went with Anub as my Hero character cuz ... giant beetle go brrr ewe

And's what he is in game too! A tanky power machine and poops out bbys now and again pfft X'D

Even with his brainwash, Anub is a proud and strong character personality vise. He's a proud Nerubian and King and even though I sadly haven't seen a lot about his personality on wikis, his voice lines are funny and quirky and URGH luv him <33

While thinking of a Human Abathur design and already imagining funny situations Anub has to go through while living with the Zerg's I started to brainstorm Anub's design ... which was difficult af :'3

Anub is a giant beetle monster and pharaoh inspired. Love the concept to death, but making it into a more modern-ish aestheticly pleasing design that doesn't go overboard, easy to draw and still looks coolio was tough ...

I spend some time googling pharaoh costumes and even looked up what modern egyptians would probably wear and it gave me the confidence to try some things out! I decided to go with what comes to my mind first and it worked out well! Though I had difficulty deciding on the color shades as Anub has surprisingly a lot of details and colors, but I'm happy with what I decided for now.

Espacially his hair and skin. I wanted him to have deep purple hair and darker skin, cuz he's basically an egyptian mummy and I wanted to try myself on darker skinned characters ... he's so handsome I'm literally having a crush on him qwq

Anub in this AU is picking up on his personality in game; proud, strong, calm, a good sense of humor and a small dislike for Abathur; in a voice line when Anub'Arak would kill an Abathur he says 'I eat worms like you for breakfast' sooo I like taking that as a nice relationship starter for the two ewe

Of course Abathur is intrigued by Anub's undead-ness and always bugs the Nerubian for experiments and samples of his blood and what not.

In battle Anub mostly either uses scythes or gloves that resemble his ingame claws. He of course can also summon small beetles to aid him in battle and even creat two pairs of beetle wings under his cape and his skirt for better mobility and flight. He can also use his bandages to wrap people up in place (Compared to his nets and cocoons in game) and under his bandages he bares his scars for his fight against the Lich King.

I really adore him, both because I kinda grew up with him and his design, he and Abathur are now my bbys and I adore and love them so so much qWq

I do plan on creating Dehaka, Zagara and Artanis in the future hopefully, but I just wanted to upload my two favs cuz I love them already and mmmmgh they so gud :'33

#heroes of the storm #starcraft #warcraft #abathur #anub'arak #reference sheet #art

[lethargic-lass]

More pre-CYL bait (Incoming rambles)

Late post cause I jgh from my vacation. Before I start my post, I would like to thank my fellow Tumblr users for answering the question I posted yesterday :) I hope everyone at IS, no everyone in Japan in general, are safe after the landslide that recently occurred, explaining the trailer delay.

Ok starting the post with the first unit shown on the trailer, Freyja. Talk about ultimate bait. Tbh I don’t care about her but that goat plushie cute. He just screams 😑

Speaking of the plushie, it obviously represents Freyr who was next shown on the trailer.

And “OH, NO HE’S HOT” intensifies😳 Huh so he got a seasonal before being a Mythic hero. Color me surprised. I guess it’s cause Freyja is on the banner and there has been a trend that siblings get summer alts (i.e. Corrin and her Nohrian sibs, Laevatein and Laejarn)

HOT damnnn who would’ve thought he was buff under those robes?! It may not be the Summer Hrid I wanted but it’s a good compromise lol. Freyr’s voice be like ASMR. I could fall asleep, maybe have happy dreams, listening to him speak. And that bicep cuffs, is a damn good addition to his art. Really hugs his muscles tight oop👌 Ayt that’s it, I guess I’ll try to summon a lil for Freyr.

Next up, we have another buff dude incoming! Finally, our prayers have been granted! Again, no Hrid or Bruno (since this is a mixed banner) but damnnn Ogma’s art is a fine upgrade to his OG art. Tho there are 2 things I noticed upon Ogma’s reveal. First, he somehow got lighter (in terms of hair and skin color *no intentions of racism here*). Second, his actor has been recasted for some reason. If I’m not mistaken, I think his old VA, Travis Willingham’s last role in FEH was Lon’qu as characters who were voiced by the said VA in their original games like Garon have been recasted, many of which Patrick Seitz took over the role but that’s not the case for S! Ogma. I’m not familiar with his current VA but his voice sounds great! Tho I still wonder why Travis hasn’t had a role in FEH since. He’s one of my fav VAs of all time which is why I made this comment. I hope the case is not like Chris Niosi or Vic Mignogna, considering that he is married to fellow voice actress Laura Bailey. So if anyone knows about Willingham’s absence, feel free to drop some news in the comments. I’m curious.

So the buff dudes have been revealed, leaving the Harmonic unit this time. Plumeria is another obvious choice but having Caeda as her partner shocked me. I haven’t played FE1 and its remakes so I don’t know much about Caeda but this pairing seems odd. Also, thanks to the Harmonic convo vid, I just learned that her name is pronounced as “Ceda or Cda” even, so silent a. Anyway, their weapon is basically like Y! Caeda but with more wall of text hooray. Cue that “Ah shit here we go again” flashbacks from encountering her in Rival domains. Welp, time to bring B! Lysithea to the fray to counter her lol.

So the buff dudes have been revealed, leaving the Harmonic unit this time. Plumeria is another obvious choice but having Caeda as her partner shocked me. I haven’t played FE1 and its remakes so I don’t know much about Caeda but this pairing seems odd. Also, thanks to the Harmonic convo vid, I just learned that her name is pronounced as “Ceda or Cda” even, so silent a. Anyway, their weapon is basically like Y! Caeda but with more wall of text hooray. Cue that “Ah shit here we go again” flashbacks from encountering her in Rival domains. Welp, time to bring B! Lysithea to the fray to counter her lol.

So the buff dudes have been revealed, leaving the Harmonic unit this time. Plumeria is another obvious choice but having Caeda as her partner shocked me. I haven’t played FE1 and its remakes so I don’t know much about Caeda but this pairing seems odd. Also, thanks to the Harmonic convo vid, I just learned that her name is pronounced as “Ceda or Cda” even, so silent a. Anyway, their weapon is basically like Y! Caeda but with more wall of text hooray. Cue that “Ah shit here we go again” flashbacks from encountering her in Rival domains. Welp, time to bring B! Lysithea to the fray to counter her lol.

Ayt I’m done rambling. Wishing y’all luck in your summons in this banner and future banners in general!

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #feh #fe freyr #fe freyja #fe ogma #fe caeda #fe plumeria #my rambles

[juniorgman187]

Luck of the Universe (Spencer Reid Screenplay)

Season 9 Reid deserves more recognition. Definitely one of my fav looks/seasons. So I wrote about it :) 

Summary: Years after Spencer saves Maggie’s life, they reunite unexpectedly. Maggie thinks it’s fate; Spencer does not. She challenges him and says they’ll meet again, even without intending to. They do meet again, but not under favorable circumstances. Maggie’s life is in danger and Spencer must save her . . . again. 

Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Category: Angst, Fluff, Screenplay Content Warning: Profanity, pregnancy, miscarriage, abduction, violence, death Word Count: 10.5k

DISCLAIMER: This was originally a screenplay but was adapted to have a more cohesive appearance on Tumblr. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Spencer Reid sits outside a cafe to enjoy his beachside view from a coffee shop. Foreign to California’s sun, Spencer has aloe and sunscreen packed with him. He even wears sunglasses wherever he goes. While he patiently waits for the arrival of his coffee, he reads The Narrative of John Smith. The exact copy that Maeve gave him over a year ago. 

Serving his coffee is Maggie. This event will single handedly change both of their lives forever. 

MAGGIE: Let me know if I can get you anything else. 

As she sets down the cup, Reid thanks her, and out of politeness, he tilts his head forward ever so slightly so that his glasses will shift to the bridge of his nose. This way she can see his eyes. And when she does see his eyes, they are so familiar to her, but she can’t place where she remembers them from. Spencer notices her looking at him.

MAGGIE: Oh sorry, you just looked really familiar. 

SPENCER: Actually we have met before. I’m the agent that, um, saved you.   

Maggie stands there for a moment in complete disbelief. 

MAGGIE: Oh my God, yes! No, I totally remember you now. Wow. Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner I’m -

SPENCER: Maggie. 

Maggie peers down at her name tag and gives him a funny look.

SPENCER: No, I genuinely do remember you, and I didn’t just read your name tag. Um I have what’s called an eidetic memory. I’m able to recall things with high precision, even if it was a brief period of time on one occasion. 

MAGGIE: Really? That’s incredible. I wish I could say the same. All I could remember after being resuscitated was your eyes. I meant to thank you, by the way, for saving me, but at the time I was too in shock. I went to the police department the next day trying to find you, but you weren’t there. And as it turns out, it’s not so easy searching for a pair of hazel eyes. 

Spencer smiles. 

SPENCER: I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. I’m a Supervisory Special Agent with the Behavior Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia.

Hearing his name completely changes her. She says it to herself in disbelief. For years she’s wondered who he was, and now she knows.

MAGGIE: So what brings you back to California? 

SPENCER: We finished a case here earlier. I’m just killing time until I go back by reading.

MAGGIE: May I?

Maggie extends her hand to ask for the book politely. Spencer hands it to Maggie. She recognizes it almost immediately. 

MAGGIE: Oh, I love Arthur Conan Doyle. This is just one of those novels I wish I could read again for the first time. 

Spencer doesn’t respond, he’s just so enamored by the way she thinks and speaks. She misinterprets his silence as a sign that he’d rather not keep talking. 

MAGGIE: I should probably let you get back to reading. I wouldn’t want to keep you from the opinionated Everyman John Smith. I hope you have a safe travel home.

Maggie begins to get up from her chair.

SPENCER: Wait um, I don’t normally ask this, but I still have a few hours until my flight and I’d really love to keep talking with you so do you think maybe we could go somewhere or -

MAGGIE: I would love to, but I’m working until the closing shift tonight. 

SPENCER: Oh okay. 

Maggie is conflicted. Against her better judgement, she agrees. 

MAGGIE: You know what? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere. 

Excitement rises in Spencer. When Maggie goes into the coffee shop, he tries to contain himself. He fixes his hair and straightens out his cardigan and tie. Maggie comes back out. 

MAGGIE: Ever been to the pier?

. . . 

Maggie and Spencer are looking out onto the ocean from the pier. It’s one of the rare times that they aren’t being swallowed by a huge crowd. It’s just them, a few other people, and the sunset. An ocean breeze blows through, making Maggie shiver and bump into Spencer. 

MAGGIE: My bad. Sorry. 

SPENCER: Do you want my - 

MAGGIE: No, no I’m fine. 

Spencer ignores her statement and drapes his cardigan around her. Though she would never admit it, it sort of smells like him - and it’s the most comforting smell in the world. 

MAGGIE: It’s beautiful isn’t it?

Maggie says while looking out to the sunset.

SPENCER: Yeah, it is. 

He says while looking at her. 

After a couple seconds, she notices him staring, looks at him, smiles, and nudges him. 

MAGGIE: It’s getting late. We should head back. 

Spencer follows close behind as Maggie leads the way. 

MAGGIE: I wish we could’ve hung out longer, but I don’t want to leave Tony running the shop alone for too long and I wouldn’t want you to miss your flight. 

SPENCER: For what it’s worth, I enjoyed the little time we did spend together. 

MAGGIE: I did, too. 

SPENCER: So maybe, when I’m back here, we could make plans. 

MAGGIE: I’ll look forward to your return then. 

Maggie and Spencer walk a little longer in a comfortable silence, until finally they’re back at the coffee shop. 

MAGGIE: Do you have a pen?

Spencer hesitates for a moment, but ultimately, has to place his hand on Maggie’s hip to retrieve the pen inside the pocket. This gesture startles her and causes her to remember that she was wearing his cardigan. 

MAGGIE: Oh sorry, I forgot that I was wearing this.

SPENCER: No keep it. It looks better on you anyway. Consider it an early birthday gift. September 8 right?

MAGGIE: How did you- Oh right. Eidetic memory. 

Spencer hands her the pen and Maggie reaches for a napkin from the table and writes her number on it.

MAGGIE: So if you’re ever insanely bored at 3 a.m. or you’re not busy saving someone’s life, call me. 

Spencer takes the napkin. 

SPENCER: Will do.

He tries to mask how excited he really is. 

Maggie heads back inside, but stops herself at the door. She turns back to Spencer.

MAGGIE: (genuinely asking) Do you know how often people reconnect without intending to after years of not seeing each other?

SPENCER: Not very often I suppose. 

MAGGIE: This could very well just be a huge coincidence, but it really feels like some luck of the universe that I’m talking to you right now. And I think we’ll be seeing each other soon again. 

Spencer’s intrigued. As a doctor, he’s pragmatic. Romantic notions such as destiny and luck - he wasn’t a believer of. Even God, he was skeptical of. But he wanted to see Maggie again, even if that meant he had to agree that it was fate after all.

SPENCER: And if we don’t?

Maggie pauses to answer his question. 

MAGGIE: Then we will eventually. 

Before Maggie opens the door, she notices Spencer pulling money out of his pocket to pay for his coffee. She stops him.

MAGGIE: It’s on the house. 

She says with a small smile that’s returned with a grin that creeps upon Spencer’s face. When she fully enters the cafe, Spencer is left alone with his thoughts. 

. . .

It’s the next day. The BAU is seated at the round table. Penelope is presenting the case. Reid’s momentarily distracted. He plays with the napkin in his book. It’s the napkin with Maggie’s number on it. His fixation lasts for so long that he misses the presentation entirely. It’s only when JJ asks him a question directly does he tune in and snap out of his trance. 

REID: What was the question?

Reid shifts in his seat uncomfortably and tries to hide his confusion by opening up the case file. 

ROSSI: You’ve been awfully quiet this morning. A little too quiet. Care to share?

REID: Nothing. Just thinking. 

He’s lying and they all know it. The team exchanges suspicious glances.

REID: Sorry, Garcia, could you repeat it one more time?

GARCIA: Why of course! Anything for you, Boy Wonder. A week ago, Brynn Dryer disappeared from her home late at night. 48 hours after she was reported missing, a couple jogging past a lake found her body. In the M.E’s report, there was a terrifyingly large amount of evidence that she was brutally beaten and clubbed. The official C.O.D was blunt force trauma to the head and the lake was nothing more than a disposal site. Less than a day later, Eliza O’ Hara went missing after someone invaded her home. Yesterday local P.D found her in the middle of a  field by the highway. Same M.O. The police department is anticipating that when you land, another girl will go missing. 

Spencer notices something. 

REID: Wait, can you put their pictures side by side?

Garcia does so. Spencer makes a connection. 

JJ: What is it, Spence?

REID: The similarities between the two victims are uncanny. Notice the eye color, skin tone, hair style, even down to the freckles they have.  

BLAKE: Alright so he’s got an aggression toward brown eyed, tan brunettes with bangs and freckles. 

ROSSI: And I have an aggression toward telemarketers but you don’t see me clubbing them to death. 

HOTCH: The cooling off period between kills is getting shorter. He’s escalating and we’re going to put a stop to this before he hits his stride. Garcia, you’re coming with us. Wheels up in 30.

The team is leaving the round table. 

. . .

The team is on the flight. 

HOTCH: JJ, as soon as we land, I need you setting up a press conference to let the women in the area know to be vigilant. After that, we’ll interview the family’s of Eliza and Brynn. I need Blake and Reid working on the geographical profile. Dave, you and Morgan will take a closer look at the bodies and see if you can’t gather more information. And Garcia, 

GARCIA: Yes, sir?

HOTCH: Find as many more connections between these women as you can, and contact any other women who fit the victimology. 

GARCIA: Yes, sir. 

ROSSI: Apparently, it'll be 101 degrees when we land. Remind me again why people live in California?

Reid perks up. He didn’t even know he was going back to California. But now that he does, he’s even more on edge. 

. . .

Reid works on the geographical profile, while Blake assists from her chair. There’s something off about Reid, and she’s about to find out what. 

BLAKE: Hey, you alright, Reid? You seem like you’re a million miles away. 

Reid stops working on the map. He turns around to face Blake. 

REID: I met this girl yesterday. She was actually a former victim I resuscitated. And before I left, she said she had a feeling we would see each other again soon.

Spencer pauses and purses his lips. 

SPENCER: She looks just like the other victims.

BLAKE: So you’re worried that when you see her again, it’ll be because of this case. 

REID: Do . . . do you think I could call her? To let her know. 

BLAKE: I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to break the rules if I were you, but I can’t, in good conscience, advise you to let her know what’s happening. By doing so, you’re giving her an advantage other people don’t have. If she tunes into JJ’s press conference, I’m sure she’ll be safe. 

REID: I thought Maeve was gonna be safe too. Look how that turned out.  

Blake is at a loss for words. Here she is, the linguist, and yet she can’t find the right words to tell Reid to comfort him. 

. . .

JJ sits beside Garcia as Garcia sets up her system. 

JJ: Spence has been acting really weird today. 

GARCIA: So it’s not just me! I knew something must’ve been wrong because earlier on the flight, I asked if he wanted to play online chess with me and he said no. Can you believe that? I know he’s all anti-tech and everything, but he’s never passed up a game of chess. So that’s why I’ve already done some digging.

JJ gives Garcia the face of “You shouldn’t have done that.” 

GARCIA: Okay, but before you say I shouldn’t have, you should see this. 

Garcia pulls up a small window on her computer to show to JJ. JJ is shocked. 

JJ: A three hour call with his mom last night? Could’ve just been his regular check in.

GARCIA: See that’s what I thought, too, but look. 

Garcia scrolls further up the call list. 

JJ: He hasn’t called his mom in months. 

GARCIA: We all know Reid tells everything to his mom. Something must’ve happened yesterday. 

Unbeknownst to Garcia and JJ, Reid walks in. 

REID: Hey, guys - what’re you looking at?

It’s too late now. Reid’s already seen it.

REID: You’re keeping tabs on me now? How long have you been monitoring me? Huh?

Anger possesses Reid. 

GARCIA: Just since this morning. I only looked at your call history briefly. 

REID: Unbelievable. 

JJ: We were just worried about you. We all are. There’s obviously something going on. 

REID: So then ask me about it. Ever thought of that? 

JJ: We’re sorry. 

REID: Yeah no, I’m fine, thanks for asking. 

Reid storms off from JJ and Garcia. 

. . .

Hotch, Rossi, and Morgan all meet Garcia, JJ, and Blake before delivering the profile. Spencer’s missing.

MORGAN: Where’s Pretty boy?

BLAKE: I thought he was going to talk to Jennifer and Garcia.

GARCIA: He did, but something happened . . . he was upset and left. I thought maybe he went back to working on the geo-profile.

HOTCH: Garcia, when did you last speak to him? 

GARCIA: Oh, I don’t know, sir, um, maybe fifteen minutes ago?

HOTCH: Morgan, go find Reid. We’ll deliver the profile. 

MORGAN: Where should I be looking?

BLAKE: He went to a coffee shop yesterday. I’m not sure which one, but it’s a start.

. . .

Reid is frantically entering the coffee shop. He scans the room for Maggie but doesn’t see her. 

TONY: Hey, what can I get for you?

SPENCER: Is Maggie here?

TONY: Who’s asking?

SPENCER: (flashing his badge) I’m Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI. Let me ask you again, where’s Maggie?

TONY: Didn’t show up today. 

SPENCER: Did she call in sick?

TONY: Nope.

SPENCER: When was the last time you saw her?

TONY: Last night when we were working the closing shift.  

SPENCER: Do you know how she got home?

TONY: She walked. I tried to offer her a ride, but she said she likes to walk. Something about clearing the mind. 

SPENCER: Did she walk alone?

TONY: Mhm. 

Spencer’s mind swirls. He is living his worst nightmare all over again. When he turns around and sees Derek pulling up. Reid rushes out of the coffee shop and hops into the passenger seat immediately. Derek doesn’t even question it. 

REID: Drive. I need Garcia on the phone. 

Derek dials her.

GARCIA: Did you find Rei-

REID: (cutting her off) Garcia, I need you to look up Magnolia Tate. Get me her address. 

MORGAN: What is it, Reid?

REID: She didn’t show up to work today. Her coworker said the last time he saw her was when she was walking home. She fits the victimology. Garcia, the address? 

GARCIA: 178 Citrus Boulevard. Be safe. 

REID: Thank you, Garcia. 

GARCIA: Of course. And, Reid?

REID: Yeah?

GARCIA: I’m really super-duper sorry about earlier. 

REID: It’s fine. I know you guys were just looking out for me. 

Reid can sense Garcia smiling through the phone so he promptly hangs up knowing their business is resolved. 

MORGAN: Reid, there is a good chance this could just be a coincidence. 

REID: I’m telling you - nothing with this girl is just a coincidence.

MORGAN: Well, have you called her yet?

REID: No.

MORGAN: Then call her now, Reid. 

REID: I can’t. 

MORGAN: Yes, you can. 

REID: I can’t. 

MORGAN: Why not?

REID: I’m scared that if I call her, I won’t be able to stop, and I’ll want to keep talking to her, but I can’t do that. Not when I know what it’s like loving something death can touch.

MORGAN: Is this about Maeve?

REID: It’s always about Maeve! Morgan, I watched her die in front of me. And just knowing that right now I could be in the same position -

MORGAN: Listen, I know how guilty you feel about Maeve. Man, I feel guilty about her, too, but you gotta understand that if this is connected to our case, you’re gonna save her. Trust me on this. 

REID: Yeah, okay. 

MORGAN: So how do you two know each other?

REID: She was actually a previous victim of ours. Nearly a decade ago, I performed CPR after her ex-boyfriend pushed her off the boat, bound and gagged. They were out on the lake watching the Fourth of July firework show, but a witness recognized her from the news, which ultimately saved her life. Prior to that, he killed practically all of her next of kin because he believed they were responsible for the restraining order she filed against him. 

MORGAN: Why’d he risk taking her out in public?

REID: He was recreating their first date. How do you not remember this? 

MORGAN: Actually, now that you mention it, I do remember the case. Cause you made that stupid joke that he was trying to reignite a spark.

Reid makes an offended/sad face. Morgan smiles.

REID: You know, taking into consideration how much emotional trauma we’ve been through combined, there is a very real possibility that our relationship would be, for lack of a better word, doomed. She has no parents, my mom has schizophrenia. We’ve both been held hostage. I’ve been hospitalized, and she’s potentially been abducted for a second time. 

MORGAN: Seems like the perfect fit to me. 

REID: I’m being serious. 

MORGAN: I am, too. 

REID: Statistically, 40% of all long distance relationships end up failing in some way, including relationships where the partners are married. And of that 40%, 70% of these failures occur because of unplanned circumstances that happen to one of the participants in a relationship. Unplanned circumstances are practically a part of our line of work. Not to mention, most long distance relationships survive on two in-person visits per month. But relying on getting two cases in California per month is completely unrealistic. 

MORGAN: Kid, you can give me all the statistics and numbers to convince me why you shouldn’t be together, but the one thing you haven’t said is that you don’t like her. 

REID: Fine, I don’t like her. 

MORGAN: Then why am I driving to her house?

Reid pauses, not ready to admit he’s wrong. 

REID: Because this could be a lead on the case. 

MORGAN: Whatever you say, Pretty Boy. 

After a long period of time, Reid finally speaks.

REID: At first, I only noticed her because she looked like Maeve. Even when we were talking, it felt like I was talking to Maeve again. But then, she surprised me. She said that seeing me again felt like a “luck of the universe.” That’s when I realized, she’s not a girl who reminds me of Maeve. She’s her own person. She’s Maggie.

MORGAN: See that wasn’t so hard now was it?

REID: I will crush you.

. . .

Morgan and Reid are walking up the flight of stairs to get to Maggie’s apartment. 

MORGAN: Remind me again of the plan. Because realistically, she could just be playing hooky or be out somewhere else. 

REID: Once we get to her apartment, if she’s not there, I’ll call. 

MORGAN: Have we thought about what we’re gonna say if she is there? Oh sorry ma’am, we thought you were kidnapped.

REID: I’ll figure it out. 

Reid and Morgan are in her hallway. Morgan knocks on her door, but the door moves when he knocks on it. It’s open. Morgan and Reid exchange glances. Morgan reaches for his gun as he cautiously opens the door wider to enter. When they do, there’s no one inside. But there was an obvious sign of a struggle. A glass vase has been smashed.

REID: Call Hotch. I’ll call her. 

Morgan goes to the side to let Hotch know.

REID: (to himself) Please pick up. Please pick up.

MAGGIE: (her voicemail) Hey, it’s Mags. Sorry I couldn’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave a message I’ll call you back when I can. 

Hearing Maggie’s voice almost makes him want to break down in tears, but he composes himself. 

MORGAN: Reid, we gotta go. Garcia found something. 

. . .

Hotch, JJ, Blake, Rossi, and Garcia are all together in the conference room while on the phone with Reid and Morgan. 

MORGAN: What’d you find, Baby Girl?

GARCIA: Well after doing some digging, I unearthed Marcus Linden and Toby Forthword. Who are they you may ask? Good question. They are Eliza O’Hara and Brynn Dryer’s sons. And you’re probably thinking, they have children? Yes indeedio they do. The reason I didn’t find this earlier was because when Brynn and Eliza were teen moms, they set up closed adoptions for their sons before they were born. I’ve been trying to find any contact they might’ve made with the agency or their kids since the adoptions, but I haven’t been able to. I thought that was weird, but I started searching for other women that fit the criteria, and would you believe - there was one. 

The pause Garcia takes before saying it, tells Reid it’s Maggie. 

GARCIA: Magnolia Tate.

Reid is at a loss for words. His mind is trying to wrap about what he’s hearing, but it’s all so much. 

HOTCH: Could you find any more connections?

GARCIA: A week before the abductions, all three of them went to a clinic for women who were pregnant or planning to be. 

Reid bites his lips as he tries to grasp it all. 

REID: Is she pregnant? 

All of them know who he’s referring to. 

JJ: Spence . . . they all were.

If Reid’s jaw could be on the floor, it would. Even Morgan winced as JJ revealed the news. A moment of silence falls over the group as they all feel for Spencer. Hotch is the first to speak after nearly a minute of not.

HOTCH: Apply those precedents to teen mothers in the early 2000s and cross it with women that gave birth to sons who ended up in the system instead of being adopted. 

MORGAN: Baby girl, look at kids that are around 18-20 now. He would’ve been recently freed from the system. He’ll most likely have a history of anger management issues or disciplinary issues. 

ROSSI: The mother might also be recently deceased. 

JJ: There’s your stressor.

BLAKE: With the death of his biological mother, he wouldn’t get the answers he wanted. He’d look for them from the women that his mother is similar to. Brynn, Eliza, and Magnolia all serve as surrogates. Garcia, he’d be aiming to work in the system. Not only would he want to prevent other kids from going through what he did, but it would also explain how he found them. 

JJ: You know the fact that all three women were pregnant could account for his anger. To him, that’s the ultimate form of betrayal. Giving their son up, only to have another child in the future to keep.

GARCIA: Got it. 

Spencer is still trying to process. He stays quiet as he fiddles with the napkin. It almost appears as though he might tear it.

. . .

Maggie’s balled up in a corner, hugging her knees. She’s badly beaten. She’s bleeding, her eyes are swollen from crying and she’s looking down at her stomach. The unsub is standing, watching this.

UNSUB: Don’t cry, Magnolia. I wouldn’t have done that if you just answered me. 

MAGGIE: You killed my baby!

UNSUB: And I’ll do more if you don’t answer me!

MAGGIE: Please . . . I can’t give you the answers you want. I’m not your mother. 

UNSUB: If you don’t answer me, I’ll hurt your little boy. I’ve been watching him very closely. His name is Elijah Martin, cute kid by the way. Quite the over-achieving 12 year old. He’s in soccer and track and field. Wanna see his school picture?

Maggie closes her eyes and turns her head so she doesn’t have to see. 

UNSUB: See, Magnolia, what you’re going through right now, is only a fraction of what I had to go through in my foster homes. I was tortured, bullied, abused. All because that old hag didn’t want to make the sacrifice to be a mother. So answer me this, how could you give him up?

MAGGIE: I may not have made the sacrifice to be a mother, but I did make a sacrifice the day I chose not to be his. I wanted to keep him. I cried when I watched him leave with that other family. But I couldn’t be the mother he needed.

UNSUB: Why haven’t you called him? Or tried to get him back?

MAGGIE: Reaching out would’ve done more harm than good. Not knowing who I am, or who his father was, meant that we could never stand in the way of his future. He can reach his fullest potential - free of mine or Charlie’s hindrance. 

The unsub understands Maggie. She’s gotten through to him. But he still carries anger. He groans in frustration and grabs Maggie by the collar of her shirt.

UNSUB: We’re gonna take a little trip.

. . . 

The BAU is at the local Police Department. Garcia is reading to them what she’s found. 

GARCIA: I know a textbook serial killer when I see one. His name is Ray Lewis-Fernandez. Throughout his time in foster care, he was a troublemaker. He never stayed for more than a month in a group home. Quite a Dennis the Menace, according to his foster families. It also says here that he got caught on multiple occasions trying to get his file so he could find his mother. Her name was Shawna Heights, and I say “was” because she passed away exactly two weeks before he was emancipated. 

MORGAN: So this guy is finally able to find his mother on his own, only to realize he missed her by two weeks. 

GARCIA: Talk about bad luck. But that isn’t even the worst of it. If Ray did do some digging after his emancipation, he would’ve discovered that Shawna had two sons and a daughter only a few years after he was born. 

JJ: Did he try to contact them?

GARCIA: No, but that’s the surprising part. I profiled him wanting to reach out and be one big ol’ happy family, but then I remembered I’m not a profiler.

REID: Wait, that might actually be it.

Everyone is shocked to hear Spencer speak up. 

GARCIA: Wait, I’m right?

REID: Foster families mentioned he’d been trying to find his mother but at the core of its meaning - he’s trying to find family. If his mission is to find family, he wouldn’t stay away unless he had to. Garcia, check if there’s a restraining order on Ray. 

GARCIA: Bingo, Boy Wonder! Malcolm, Shawna’s husband, filed it against him just days after Shawna’s funeral. 

REID: The restraining order means he can’t come within a certain distance of the kids, right? So he wouldn’t risk it all just to have lunch with them or send a letter. Think about it - high risk, high reward. Ray would only violate the order, if he could have them completely. But in order to not get caught, he’ll use maternal figures to lure them. They just lost their mother and seeing or talking to someone so similar to Shawna would make them that much more susceptible. But Brynn and Eliza are both mothers who have given up their sons. This means they know what inadequate guardians look like. They’re aware the kids are better off with Malcolm, and they won’t be responsible for abducting them and placing them under Ray’s care. It would completely go against their own reasoning for giving away their children. Their refusal to help him execute the plan angers him to the point of murder. He isn’t just killing because they’re surrogates for his rage, but because they refuse to help him achieve his goal. 

ROSSI: The kids are his endgame. 

BLAKE: All he’s wanted is a family. Now that he knows he has one that hasn’t already betrayed him, he’ll stop at nothing to have them.

HOTCH: What’s the address, Garcia?

GARCIA: Already sent it, sir. 

The BAU rushes out of the conference room. 

. . .

Maggie and Ray are sitting in his car. They’re watching the three children play - staking them out. Malcolm - their father, is nowhere to be seen. We’re to assume he’s at work while they’re at home. 

RAY: You see the boy with the red hoodie? That’s Malcolm Jr. He’s the oldest. Same age as your boy. Then Evan is the middle child. He’s eight. But the baby - she’s my favorite. Her name is Ariel cause of her red hair. She’s six. 

Maggie smiles for a split second before frowning. 

MAGGIE: You don’t have to do this. 

RAY: And I’m not. Because you will. 

Maggie breaks her gaze from the children to look at Ray with shock. 

MAGGIE: No, no, no I’m not kidnapping them. I won’t do it.

Ray retrieves his gun and points it at her stomach. 

RAY: You had a chance to have your family with Elijah. But you gave him up. Now that I have a chance, you’re gonna help me. 

MAGGIE: What if I don’t?

RAY: You’re smart. Figure it out.

MAGGIE: I will not be taunted with death if I don’t help you take someone else’s babies away. So go ahead, kill me. I’ve got nothing left to live for anyway. 

A gunshot. 

Standing in front of the car, is Malcom with his shotgun. The windshield is shattered by a single bullet that penetrated it. Malcolm fired a shot right through Ray’s head. Maggie is alive and in complete and total shock. Once Malcolm knows he’s dead he rushes to her door to help her. 

MALCOM: You have to unlock it. 

Maggie is forced to reach over Ray’s dead body and unlock the car. When she does, Malcolm helps her exit the vehicle. Maggie’s seen putting pressure on her stomach to stop the bleeding. 

Within seconds of escaping, police SUV’s arrive. Spencer is the first to run out of the car. 

Relief overcomes Maggie. 

MAGGIE: Spencer!

She stops him before he can hug her.

MAGGIE: No wait! I’m bleeding. 

Spencer ignores this and embraces her. Maggie sobs hysterically when he does. 

MAGGIE: He . . . he killed my -

SPENCER: Shh, I know. I know. I’m here now, okay?

Neither of them pull away. 

MAGGIE: Oh my god. I can’t believe you’re here. I knew I’d see you again. 

SPENCER: Yeah, you did. You were right Mags. 

These words make Maggie shut her eyes and smile. 

Hotch approaches the pair from behind. 

HOTCH: Miss Tate, there’s an ambulance here for you. Let’s get you to a hospital.

Maggie nods as Spencer helps her limp to a stretcher. 

When she situates herself and is lifted into the back of the ambulance, Spencer turns to Hotch. 

SPENCER: Can I - 

HOTCH: Yes, yes, go. We’ll meet you there. 

Spencer enters the back of the ambulance and sits beside Maggie as they ride to the hospital together. 

MAGGIE: You’re coming?

Spencer nods and gives a small reassuring smile. 

Another tear escapes her eyes as she smiles through the oxygen mask to thank him. 

. . .

The entire team is seated in a waiting room. Spencer is standing up and pacing as he waits for the doctor. 

A doctor soon enters. 

DOCTOR: Is there a Spencer Reid?

Spencer comes over quickly. 

SPENCER: That’s me.

DOCTOR: Come with me, sir. 

Spencer follows the Doctor. 

DOCTOR: Luckily, the lacerations didn’t travel far enough to do a significant amount of damage that would require surgery, but we did have to perform a blood transfusion due to the amount of blood she lost. 

SPENCER: How’s the baby?

DOCTOR: It was too early to tell the sex of the baby before she miscarried. She’s awake now and has been asking for you. 

SPENCER: Thanks. 

The doctor leaves as soon as Spencer knocks on the door. 

SPENCER: (quietly) Maggie?

Maggie’s face lights up when she sees him. 

MAGGIE: Hey you. 

Spencer pulls a chair closer to Maggie’s bedside to take her hand and kiss the back of it. She smiles as he does this. 

SPENCER: How are you feeling?

MAGGIE: Is it possible to feel incredibly lucky and incredibly lucky at the same time?

Spencer gives her that small reassuring smile. 

MAGGIE: I’ll be okay.

SPENCER: Good.

MAGGIE: I’m starting to regret not letting Tony take me home. 

Maggie and Spencer share a laugh. 

SPENCER: Yeah, I think you should let him drive you from now on. 

MAGGIE: Yeah, you’re probably right, but I don't think I want to work there anymore. Or even live here for that matter. 

SPENCER: I don’t blame you. 

MAGGIE: I grew up here, but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. 

SPENCER: Where are you thinking of going?

MAGGIE: Well, I completed my bachelor’s degree to become an English teacher, but I never applied to any schools. I think in my gut I knew I didn’t want a job to tie me down here, otherwise I’d never leave California - no matter how much I should. So realistically anywhere that’s offering positions to English teachers is ideal. 

Hearing Maggie’s an English major doesn’t surprise Spencer. 

SPENCER: You know, when I go back to D.C, I can find open teaching positions for you. Moving there would be a big change, but I think you’d feel safer at least.

MAGGIE: I think I would too. And I wouldn’t mind the change. Getting a couple thousand miles closer to you doesn’t sound so bad.

Spencer cheekily grins. 

SPENCER: Yeah?

Maggie nods. 

Hotch enters the room.

HOTCH: It’s time. 

Reid nods and turns back to Maggie. 

SPENCER: I’ll see you soon.

MAGGIE: Can’t wait. 

SPENCER: Goodbye, Maggie. 

He sits up and kisses her forehead. For a moment, he rests his forehead on hers. Maggie smiles when he does this little gesture. 

MAGGIE: Thank you. 

Spencer nods and shuts the door behind him when he leaves. 

With a heavy heart, Spencer leaves the hospital. 

. . .

On the plane back, everyone is asleep besides Spencer and Hotch. 

HOTCH: How is she?

SPENCER: She’ll be okay, but I can’t seem to figure out why. I thought she’d be broken. And I think deep down she is, but when she smiles, she isn’t faking it. 

HOTCH: “Sometimes the ones who have the brightest smiles are the ones who have known and endured deep darkness.”

SPENCER: Dodinsky. (the author of the quote)

. . .

It’s been a week since Spencer has visited Maggie, but he’s back now. Maggie is lying on her hospital bed, with Spencer entering her room. He hides something behind his back.

SPENCER: Knock! Knock! I brought you something.

MAGGIE: Oooh, fun!  

Spencer pulls out headbands with the words “Fourth of July” in block letters. 

SPENCER: Here. 

He slides one on top of her head and puts the other on himself. 

MAGGIE: What’s this for?

SPENCER: Sometimes when we go through something traumatic, we subconsciously link the tragic event with the date it happened on. It happens most often with death anniversaries, birthdays, or in your case, holidays. But I want to make the Fourth of July a good holiday again. So earlier, I asked the doctors if I could take you up to the roof to watch the fireworks. 

MAGGIE: Spencer . . .

SPENCER: Humor me. 

Maggie’s reluctant but she still reaches out her arms to have Spencer help her out of bed anyway. He wheels over the wheelchair to her and she groans. 

MAGGIE: Are you actually gonna make me use that?

SPENCER: I mean, you’re welcome to walk around the hospital with your backless patient gown.

Maggie laughs and complies. Spencer begins to wheel Maggie out of her room and into the elevator that goes up to the roof. When they finally get there, Maggie’s face lights up. There’s a whole picnic set out for the two of them. A blanket with small fixings is laid out for them. 

Maggie rises from the wheelchair and turns around to engulf Spencer in the biggest hug. 

MAGGIE: Thank you. This is like the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. 

Spencer hugs her back even tighter. His hand is on the small of her back, and for a second he can feel her smooth skin, but like the gentleman he is, he tightly wraps Maggie’s hospital gown to cover her exposed skin. A small gesture that to Maggie, does not go unnoticed. 

. . . 

Maggie and Spencer's backs are lying flat against the blanket. They’re in the middle of a conversation where each of them are smiling.

SPENCER: JJ said that Henry wanted to dress up as his favorite profiler, and he came into the office as me. I even gave him my badge.  

MAGGIE: That is adorable! I can’t wait to have kids and celebrate Halloween with them. 

Spencer goes quiet, making Maggie realize what she said. 

MAGGIE: Oh, gosh, sorry I did not mean for that to take a dark turn. 

SPENCER: Do you want to talk about it? 

Maggie pauses. 

MAGGIE: Um, I mean, sometimes I get sad, but for the most part I’m okay. I think I’ve finally accepted that it happened. You know, I’m actually sort of relieved that I didn’t carry the baby full term, because could you imagine how complicated that would be? Yeah, it’s . . . it’s better this way. And I’ve always wanted a family, but if I had that sperm donor’s baby, I wouldn’t have a family, it’d just be me and the baby. But I want my child to grow up with a father, you know?

Yes, Reid does know. He wishes his father was around. 

SPENCER: Yeah, I do. 

MAGGIE: What about you? Do you want kids?

SPENCER: Absolutely. It’s funny because I always say that I could never picture myself leaving my job and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. But if I had kids, they’d be the exception. I, uh, 

Spencer lightly laughs and looks down. 

SPENCER: Yeah, I don’t know, I just really want to be a dad one day. 

MAGGIE: You’d be a really good dad. I mean that. 

Originally, Maggie and Spencer were both looking up at the sky, but after Spencer turned his head and Maggie turned hers, their faces were only inches away. Spencer licks his lips as he contemplates kissing her. But he pivots. He smiles and kisses her forehead. 

Simultaneously, a firework goes off, startling the duo. Maggie laughs in excitement. 

SPENCER: Did you know that at MIT, one of the lessons they taught students earning their degree in chemistry was how to make a firework?

MAGGIE: You know how to make one? What do they use to make the colors?

SPENCER: Good question. To create certain colors, different physical elements are used. Magnesium creates a bright white light, like that one right there. While strontium and lithium each showcase a different shade of red, like the first one we saw. But the most dangerous colors to form, blues and greens, are formed from barium and copper. 

Spencer’s explanation continues for a little longer. The view above the pair zooms out. They’re just two small people on the roof of the hospital. 

. . .

Spencer is in his apartment. He’s on the phone with Maggie. 

MAGGIE: So I’m looking at an apartment in Manassas right now. It’s only half an hour away from the school and it’s a 45 minute drive from your apartment. 

SPENCER: You’re not very good at changing the subject, Maggie. Even now, I can read your body language. 

MAGGIE: I’m not changing the subject. I’m just mentioning my other options that are unrelated to the one you proposed. 

SPENCER: Wow, is the idea of living with me really that bad?

MAGGIE: No! I would love to live with you. 

SPENCER: But?

MAGGIE: But you’ve already done so much. You’ve saved my life twice, visited me every week I’ve been in the hospital, made the Fourth of July fun again, and helped me find a great teaching job over there. So I am sincerely grateful, but moving in with you would feel like taking advantage of your good heart. You’ve done a lot for me already, okay? I can take care of myself from now on. 

SPENCER: Okay, think of it instead as a mutualistic relationship. We both receive net benefits from moving in. You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me because I’d be gaining something from it, too. I’d have a roommate and my rent would dichotomize. And for you, you’ll only be driving 15 minutes to work instead of 30. 

MAGGIE: Did you ever consider being a lawyer? You’re quite convincing. 

SPENCER: So is that a yes?

MAGGIE: It’s a “Yes I’ll move in with you but only if Plan A doesn’t pan out.”

SPENCER: Promise me you’ll think about it. 

MAGGIE: Okay, fine. I’ll think about it. 

SPENCER: Say it. 

MAGGIE: I promise. 

Spencer yawns. Maggie hears it. 

MAGGIE: What time is it over there?

SPENCER: 11:54. 

MAGGIE: Spencer! Why didn’t you tell me? You should’ve been asleep like two hours ago.

SPENCER: I’ll be fine. I don’t have to be at work until 7.

MAGGIE: You of all people know how bad it is to get less than 8 hours of sleep. I’m gonna hang up now so you can at least get 6. 

SPENCER: Then I’ll call back.

MAGGIE: Then I’ll decline. 

SPENCER: Fine, if I go to sleep, you have to agree to consider living with me as more than a Plan B.

MAGGIE: I already said I would! 

SPENCER: Mmm no. I’m not really feeling it. You have to say it nicely.  

MAGGIE: If you sleep now, I’ll consider living with you as more than a backup plan. 

SPENCER: Music to my ears. Sleep well, Maggie. 

MAGGIE: Sweet dreams, Spencer. 

Spencer lets Maggie hang up. Let it be known, that he has never once ended a call. 

. . .

It’s a few weeks later. Maggie’s finally out of the hospital. It’s official that she has the teacher job - no interview required thanks to Garcia. Currently, she and Spencer are packing the last of her things away into boxes in preparation for the cross country move she’s making tomorrow. 

MAGGIE: I know I’m still a little fragile, but the doctor said I’m all clear to resume normal activities. So would you please let me help you with the boxes?

SPENCER: Mmm, I don’t think so. 

MAGGIE: Need I remind you that I’ve been through worse than packing?

SPENCER: That would violate our designated jobs! I pack the boxes - you label them, remember? 

Spencer picks up a book from her shelf and reads the spine of it. From the looks of how empty the bookshelf is, he’s been packing away the books this entire time they’ve been packing.

SPENCER: By the way, I love your book collection. Very diverse. But the way you’ve organized them is peculiar, though. 

MAGGIE: What do you mean? Each shelf is categorized by genre. 

SPENCER: No, I figured that out, but why not in alphabetical order? Cause, see, you have several books from Dickens, but they’re sporadic on your shelves. And again with Austen and Steinbeck, you have several of their books, so organizing by last name means that all the books by the same author would be together. 

MAGGIE: Alright then, when I move, you can organize my bookshelf. 

SPENCER: Sweet!

MAGGIE: I was joki-

Maggie notices that Spencer actually takes pleasure in organizing her books, so she refrains from saying she’s joking. 

MAGGIE: Can I see a box? I forgot I have stuff on my fridge still to take down. 

SPENCER: Here. 

Spencer hands Maggie a box. Maggie begins to fill the box with her fridge magnets, postcards, and small reminders she put on her fridge. Only one picture is left on the fridge - a sonogram picture. Maggie had completely forgotten it was even there. But she drops the box immediately and pulls it off, placing it close to her chest. 

SPENCER: You okay?

Maggie pauses for a moment cherishing the picture. 

MAGGIE: Yeah.

SPENCER: What is it?

Spencer comes over. 

MAGGIE: I thought I threw this away, but I guess I didn’t. It was my first sonogram. 

SPENCER: Oh, from a few weeks ago?

MAGGIE: No - years ago. This is Elijah’s. 

Maggie smiles when she sees the picture. 

SPENCER: I think you should keep it - the picture I mean.

MAGGIE: Yeah, I think I might. I mean, if it’s stayed with me all these years, no sense in throwing it away now. 

Maggie puts the picture at the top of the pile in the box. 

. . . 

Maggie and Spencer are on the plane heading to Virginia. Reid’s reading and Maggie is sorting through some papers with an earbud in one ear.

MAGGIE: Before we left, I contacted the landlord for that apartment in Manassas weeks ago, but he never got back to me. 

SPENCER: I guess it’s a good thing you have a Plan B then. 

Spencer smirks. 

MAGGIE: Remind me again that we mutually benefit so I don’t feel so guilty that you’re constantly helping me but I can never find the opportunity to pay you back. 

SPENCER: Stop it, okay. I want you to move in with me. 

MAGGIE: I snore really loudly. 

SPENCER: Completely okay. 

MAGGIE: I take long showers. 

SPENCER: Not a problem. 

MAGGIE: Late at night, I’ll get random bursts of energy and get really hyper and bothersome. 

SPENCER: So do I. 

Maggie groans in frustration. 

MAGGIE: I feel like you know the reason why I don’t want to move in with you, but even I don’t know why. 

SPENCER: It’s quite simple actually. You’ve spent nearly a decade living alone. And because of that, you think you prefer isolation over having company. But in reality, you’re just scared. Because the last time you were surrounded by a lot of people, they eventually died, essentially abandoning you. And it might not seem like it, but I know exactly what that feels like. To be scared of abandonment. 

MAGGIE: Really?

SPENCER: When I was three, my dad left me and my mom. And a year ago, my girlfriend was shot in front of me.

Maggie’s speechless. 

SPENCER: You and I - we’re scared to let people in and get attached to them. The reason is because we’re afraid to suffer or let go. So, we think, in order to protect ourselves, we have to stay away from the people we’re getting attached to - which is hard because it is equivalent to avoiding the privilege of becoming happy. So we’re caught in the middle of which pain we’d rather endure - the pain caused by unhappiness and loneliness, or the pain that we know, nobody will ever be strong enough to stand against - the pain of letting go. 

Maggie’s astonished. 

MAGGIE: If our love could’ve saved them, they would’ve lived forever. 

A tear rolls down Maggie’s cheek. Spencer uses the pad of his thumb to brush it away. 

. . .

Maggie and Spencer are at the baggage claim of the Virginia Airport. Maggie yawns and leans into Spencer, who puts his arm around her and comfortingly rubs her. 

SPENCER: Tired?

MAGGIE: Extremely. 

SPENCER: We can get coffee on the way home. 

MAGGIE: Are you reading my mind right now?

Spencer laughs.

Maggie sees her suitcase come through on the conveyor belt. Maggie lifts her baggage up, and they begin to exit the airport. 

. . .

Spencer is driving and Maggie is in the passenger seat, trying to fight her sleepiness. 

SPENCER: Tell me about your parents. 

Maggie’s surprised by not unwilling. 

MAGGIE: My mom’s name was Amina. She met my dad, Sonny, in college, and had me when she was 24, but he took off when she got pregnant. At first, I didn’t mind it just being the two of us, but when I was seven, there was a father-daughter dance at my school. I wrote him a letter inviting him to it. He didn’t show up, of course. Not that I really expected him to, but ever since then, I’ve resented him. My mom used to say that he was the reason why I dated Charlie. She said that I never got to see an example of what a good man looks like or how a girl should be treated. In hindsight, she was totally right. 

SPENCER: How did she react to your pregnancy?

MAGGIE: Well, at first she said she was gonna slap Charlie, but she wasn’t even really mad at me. Instead, she just said that if I wanted to have a future and if I wanted the baby to have a good future, I should set up an adoption. Later that same year, she helped me file a restraining order on Charlie. My mom was always looking out for me. It felt like she always knew what the right choice was.

SPENCER: She sounds like a really good person. 

MAGGIE: And she was. I just wish I told her that more often. Growing up, I thought one day I’d get a job and become rich enough to support the both of us. I’d even buy her a range rover - it was a car she wanted since forever. I never got to do that for her, but she used to say to me, “Some people are so poor, all they have is money.” And I think about that everyday. I was never spoiled or born with a golden spoon, but we were so rich in love. She loved me so much, that she’s the reason I wanted to have a baby. Just days after her death anniversary, I visited the clinic. It’s silly, but I just wanted to be half as good a mother as she was.

SPENCER: I feel the same way about my mom. I wanted to grow up and create a cure for schizophrenia by the time I was 29. And even though I’m far from doing so, I’m not giving up hope that I still can. 

MAGGIE: Does she live here?

SPENCER: She’s in a facility in Vegas. 

MAGGIE: Well, if I ever find myself in Nevada, I’d really like to thank her for raising the perfect son. 

Spencer gaily smiles.

SPENCER: Would you maybe want to visit her with me one day?

Maggie nods.

SPENCER: You two would have a lot to talk about. She was a former professor of 15th century literature. 

MAGGIE: Does she still hold lectures?

SPENCER: She does. I attended one of them years ago. It completely changed my perspective. I realized that I owe all of who I am today to her. 

MAGGIE: Then we have to attend one of her lectures when we visit.

SPENCER: She’ll be so happy when I let her know. 

Maggie and Spencer continue to talk about literature. 

. . .

Now in a coffee shop, Maggie and Spencer are nursing their drinks at a table in the corner of the cafe. 

MAGGIE: Earlier, we were talking about your mom a lot, but on the plane, we spoke about your dad leaving when you were really little.

SPENCER: Yeah, um, eventually he wrote a letter saying that he just didn’t know how to be a dad to me anymore. That and he couldn’t deal with my mom’s paranoid schizophrenia anymore. 

MAGGIE: I’m sorry to hear that. I know it’s not easy growing up without a dad. 

SPENCER: He’s partly the reason I want to have kids. I want to be the dad mine never was.

Maggie nods. 

SPENCER: I’m not as mad as I used to be about it. Over time, I slowly stopped caring about him. 

MAGGIE: As you should. 

SPENCER: Um, we still have an hour before we’re home so-

MAGGIE: Yeah, no of course. Lemme just use the bathroom really quick before we go. 

Maggie leaves her phone and her coffee cup at the table. Spencer sips from his drink but stops when he sees Maggie’s phone ringing. The call’s number has a familiar area code. Spencer instantly recognizes it from Manassas. He realizes that the caller is the landlord from the apartment in Manassas that Maggie said hadn’t gotten back to her. He looks at the bathroom and sees Maggie isn’t back yet, so he declines and deletes the call. 

He wants Maggie to live with him, and knowing the landlord called her back would ruin any chances of that happening. And Spencer wasn’t taking any chances. 

. . . 

Maggie and Spencer are finally at his apartment. They’re climbing the flight of stairs, with Spencer carrying Maggie’s backpack for her - like a gentleman. When they reach his door, Spencer unlocks it and opens it for her to walk through first. In that same breath, confetti comes flying. 

Maggie is startled by this, but comes to realize that the entire BAU is in his apartment. A banner hangs behind the team saying “Welcome!”

She laughs and goes to greet each of them.

JJ: I’m JJ. 

Maggie shakes her hand. 

MAGGIE: Maggie Tate. Nice to meet you. 

MORGAN: Derek Morgan. I’ve heard a lot about you. 

MAGGIE: All good things I hope. 

HOTCH: Aaron Hotchner. 

MAGGIE: Right of course. I remember you from the day you guys found me. 

BLAKE: Alex Blake. Nice to finally meet you. 

MAGGIE: Likewise.

ROSSI: David Rossi. Spencer’s Italian grandpa. 

Maggie laughs and Rossi greets her by kissing each of her cheeks. 

ROSSI: Got any Italian blood in you?

MAGGIE: Oh, I wish. Half Filipino, half Mexican. 

ROSSI: A beautiful mix nonetheless. 

Finally, Maggie meets Penelope. Before Maggie can even say anything, Penelope envelopes her in a huge hug. 

MAGGIE: You must be Penelope!

She pulls away.

GARCIA: At your service. 

MAGGIE: I really like your glasses. Cool color. 

GARCIA: (to Spencer) I love her already. 

Maggie returns to Spencer after all the greetings.  

MAGGIE: Did you know they were gonna do this?

SPENCER: I might’ve. 

Maggie turns back to everyone.

MAGGIE: I wish I would’ve known I was meeting you all, I would’ve worn something nicer than leggings and jet lag. 

They laugh and tell her that it’s not a problem. 

GARCIA: So we thought you guys might be hungry, so there’s chips and guac as well as other little snacks. 

MAGGIE: It’s crazy, because I was craving just that.

Penelope gasps and smiles. She extends her arm for Maggie to wrap her arm around. 

GARCIA: Well then let’s dig in. 

Garcia leads Maggie arm in arm to the food. While Spencer draws back to set her things down. JJ waits up for him. 

JJ: She’s pretty. 

SPENCER: She is, isn't she? And she’s more than that, too. Everytime we talk, she never fails to surprise me with her wit or mind. She reminds me a lot of you. 

JJ smiles as Spencer and her rejoin the group. 

. . .

It’s almost the evening now, and Maggie and Spencer are bidding each guest goodbye. The last one to leave is of course Penelope. But when she does, Spencer and Maggie are alone again. Spencer shuts the door behind Garcia, and turns and presses his back to it and sighs. Maggie exhales too. 

SPENCER: I’m sorry about that. I didn’t think this would last for as long as it did. 

MAGGIE: No, no don’t apologize. I like spending time with them. I’m pretty sure Garcia’s energy cured my jet lag. 

Spencer laughs and walks back to Maggie.

MAGGIE: I think I’m gonna go shower now. Try to wash off the flight from me. 

Spencer nods and leads her to the bathroom. 

SPENCER: Just turn this knob to the left if you want it hotter, and to the right if you want cold water. When you’re done just press down on this. 

Spencer presses on the little knob, and when he does, the shower sprays him with water and sprays Maggie, too. She squeals and begins to laugh when she sees Spencer’s hair is drenched. It’s all stringy and in his face, so she pushes it back to see his smiling face. She leaves her hands around his cheeks, cupping his face. 

MAGGIE: Well that’s one way to get wet!

SPENCER: Oh yeah? What’s the other?

The delivery of his innuedo is so subtly seductive. Maggie dismisses it and laughs instead. 

MAGGIE: Um, just tell me where the towels are and I can bring you one to dry your hair. 

He points her in the direction and Maggie promptly leaves the bathroom. When she does, Spencer sees himself in the mirror and realizes just how ridiculous he looks. But on the inside, he feels doubly ridiculous. He’s so embarrassed from what he just said that his cheeks turn red. 

. . . 

Spencer is cleaning up what was left of the welcoming party. He’s in the kitchen, when he hears Maggie exit the shower. Her hair is damp and stringy, and she’s drying it with a towel. Spencer notices the clothes she’s wearing. She has on sweatpants and to his surprise, his shirt. 

MAGGIE: I forgot my pajamas were with the moving truck. I hope you don’t mind. 

SPENCER: Not at all. 

Maggie thanks him with a smile and walks a little more into the living room. She notices that the couch has a blanket and pillows on it. 

MAGGIE: What is this?

SPENCER: What do you mean?

MAGGIE: Are you gonna sleep out here?

SPENCER: Yeah, why?

MAGGIE: No. 

SPENCER: No what?

MAGGIE: No, you’re not sleeping on your couch in your own apartment. I won’t let you. 

SPENCER: It’s fine really. I’ve slept on it before. 

MAGGIE: Do you not want to share a bed?

SPENCER: No, it’s not about that. I just want you to have the bed to yourself. 

MAGGIE: If anything, I should be sleeping on the couch because I’m a guest.

SPENCER: No, I’m serious. I’ll sleep out here. 

MAGGIE: Okay fine. 

Maggie dramatically flops onto the couch. 

MAGGIE: Then I’ll join you. 

Spencer sighs and shakes his head. 

SPENCER: You’re really gonna sleep on the couch with me?

MAGGIE: Mhm. 

SPENCER: Why are you being so stubborn?

MAGGIE: Why are you being so stubborn?

SPENCER: Are you just gonna repeat what I’m saying?

MAGGIE: Are you just gonna repeat what I’m saying?

SPENCER: You’re acting childish. 

Spencer comes over to Maggie. He stands in front of her, towering over her small figure. 

MAGGIE: You’re acting childish. 

SPENCER: Stop repeating what I’m saying.

MAGGIE: Stop repeating what I’m saying. 

SPENCER: I mean it, Maggie!

She shoots up from the couch and makes a grumpy face to imitate Spencer. Their bodies are so close. 

MAGGIE: I mean it, Maggie!

Spencer takes the opportunity of their closeness and uses it to put his arms behind her back and swoop her up - bridal style. Maggie squeals and tries to squirm out of his arms, but he resists and carries her all the way into the bedroom. He tosses her onto the bed and starts to tickle at her sides. 

MAGGIE: Stop! Stop!

Maggie’s laughing so hard, she’s breathless. 

SPENCER: Not until you agree to sleep in the bed. 

MAGGIE: I want to sleep on the couch with you!

SPENCER: Well I guess I’m gonna keep tickling you then. 

Maggie laughs so hard she’s almost in tears. Suddenly, she sees a window of opportunity to escape. When she does she runs out into the living room. Spencer chases after her through the apartment. Maggie dodges some of his attempts to capture her, but is ultimately outrun by him. He gets her to fall flat on the couch as he hovers above her. Both of them are smiling and breathless. 

SPENCER: You’re not gonna give this up are you?

Maggie shakes her head no. 

SPENCER: Alright, I surrender. But if in the morning, you wake up and find that you’ve magically teleported to the bed after falling asleep on the couch, it wasn’t me. 

MAGGIE: Deal. 

. . .

It’s sometime late at night and Spencer has finished showering. Maggie’s traveling through his apartment and looking at everything closer. She notices he has a record player. And all the records are classical music.

MAGGIE: Interesting record collection. Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach. Why am I not surprised?

SPENCER: Am I that predictable?

MAGGIE: Just a little. Care if I try to expand your music taste? 

Maggie pulls out her phone. After some scrolling and typing, she begins to play “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron. Spencer is unfamiliar with this song, but it’s abundantly clear Maggie loves it. 

MAGGIE: Do you dance?

SPENCER: Oh, no, no. 

MAGGIE: Just dance with me. I’ll teach you. 

The song plays in the background as Spencer shyly approaches Maggie. Maggie puts one arm out and Spencer takes her hand. Then he timidly puts his hand on her back, but with confidence, Maggie slides his hand down to her waist. Maggie puts her hand on his shoulder. Promptly, Spencer and Maggie both peer down at their feet as Maggie leads the dance. She does the classic box step, and after fidgeting around, Spencer gets it. 

MAGGIE: There you go. You got it!

They dance a little more. 

MAGGIE: Do you think you can lead?

Spencer nods, and Maggie lets him lead. As the song reaches the chorus, Spencer finally gets his confidence. He doesn’t have to look down at his feet anymore. He finally looks at Maggie. To her surprise, Spencer spins her and dips her. They stay put in this position. Neither of them break eye contact.

MAGGIE: You sure you don’t dance?

Spencer sheepishly smiles and shakes his head. He brings her up from the dip. Maggie’s flustered from the thrill of dancing with him, so much so that she pulls away.

MAGGIE: So, did you um, did you like the song?

SPENCER: Yeah, I did. 

MAGGIE: You know, that, that could be like our song. 

SPENCER: Our song. Yeah, okay. 

. . . 

It’s the middle of the night now. Maggie is sprawled across the couch, asleep. Spencer is at the table reading. He only has one dim light on so as not to make it harder for Maggie to sleep with a bigger light on. He peers over the couch and sees that she’s sleeping so he picks her up and carries her bridal style again. When he lays her in the bed, she stirs and mumbles. 

MAGGIE: (quietly) Spencer?

SPENCER: (whispering) Sorry, I was trying not to wake you. 

MAGGIE: Can you just sleep in the bed? I don’t want you on the couch. 

SPENCER: Yeah, yeah. I’ll sleep on the bed. I’ll sleep soon, but I’m just gonna be outside reading. Goodnight, Maggie. 

Maggie’s already fallen fast asleep again. Spencer leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. 

As Spencer approaches the table, his reading material can be visibly seen. A thick stack of papers within a manila folder labeled “CONFIDENTIAL.” He opens it to resume reading the contents. On the very front, a scanned picture of a man’s driver’s license is paperclipped to another paper. The name on the driver’s license reads, “S.J Glover.” a.k.a Sonny Jr. Maggie’s dad. 

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Hiii~ sorry to bother you, i dont know if you're still taking request but can you write something where the reader had to turn down a job she really wanted and member (joon, hoseok or yoongi) comforts her? Ps you're my fav blog please keep writing💕

Hi! You’re not bothering at all~ Thank you so much for the request, and the feedback! You’re so, so sweet! It really means a lot. Here’s my take on the scenario, I hope you enjoy!! 💜💕

“Whatever You Want” Namjoon x You

“Okay.” You release a deep breath and turn to face Namjoon. “How do I look?”      He sits up a little, pretending to scrutinize your appearance before the grin breaks across his face. “Perfect,” he says. Then, suddenly frowning, he scoots to the edge of the bed and adds, “Except...come here, babe.”      “What?” you ask nervously, reaching up to smooth your hair. “What is it?” You move towards him when he doesn’t answer.       “Just...” He waits until you’re within his reach, then grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. Smiling at your startled laughter, he says, “Just this...” before leaning in to kiss you softly.       When he finally releases you, you give him a look. “Namjoon, I love you---but if you just messed up my hair, I’m going to have to kill you.”     He laughs. “Fair enough. All right, up you get.” He stands up after you. “Let’s make sure you’re still perfect as ever.”      You roll your eyes at his comment, but when he runs his gaze over you, purposefully slow, you can’t stop your heart from beating a little louder. “Well?”      “As I said,” he grins, bending down to place a soft, gentle kiss on your cheek: “Absolutely perfect.”      Ignoring the blush that creeps over your face, you give him a sincere smile. “Thanks. Ugh, I’m so nervous.”     He reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you out of the bedroom and down the hall. “Don’t think about that,” he says. “Just soak it all in. You’ve worked hard for this, my love; you deserve all the good things. Did you eat lunch?”      You shake your head.      “Do you want me to make you something?”      You shake your head again, feeling sick.       “Okay, okay.” He squeezes your hand. “Just relax.” Releasing your hand, he grabs your long, black peacoat and helps you into it, careful not to disturb your perfectly planned outfit. “They’re going to love you.”      “As much as you love me?” you ask playfully.      He fakes outraged shock. “Never.” Grabbing the lapels of your coat, he pulls you to him slowly. “I just love you too much,” he murmurs, before brushing another kiss against your lips.       This time when he releases you, you’re ready to go. “Okay.” You exhale again, turning towards the door. “Wish me luck.”      “You don’t need it. You’ve got this, babe. It’s all yours, whatever you want.”      You smile. “See you tonight.”

The first thing you notice when you enter the office is the impossibly immaculate marble flooring.       The receptionist, a woman about your age, looks up and smiles brightly. “Good afternoon. May I help you?”     “Y-yes.” You clear your throat and try again. “Yes, thank you.” Handing her the paperwork (and making sure to keep your hand from shaking) you add, “I have an appointment?”      She studies the paperwork for just a moment, and you see her eyes widen at something. “Oh you---you’re here for the new position.”      “Yes.” It still filled you with giddy excitement: this was literally your dream job, a perfect position to reward all the work you had put in, the menial internships and starter jobs that had led you to this point. You almost don’t notice it when her face falls a little.       “Of course. One moment, please.” She opens her mouth like she wants to say something else before changing her mind. Grabbing the phone instead, she dials a few numbers then says into the receiver: “Yes, your afternoon appointment is here.” She listens, then hangs up. “If you wait just a moment, someone will take you back to the offices.”      You nod eagerly. “Thank you so much.”       She merely smiles, and an unsteady silence falls over you.       “The floors in this building are just gorgeous,” you say after a minute, trying to dispel the awkwardness and distract yourself from your own nerves at the same time.     “Oh, yes,” she agrees. “They’re the very best, top of the line. We only have the best here.”      You smile, even though her response doesn’t really invite much conversation. “How long have you worked here?”      “Six years.”      “Six--?” You cut yourself off. “Oh. That’s...that’s great. You must really like it here.” To yourself, you think: 6 years as an entry-level receptionist??       She doesn’t really answer.       The awkward silence falls again.       Finally, a door behind you opens and another woman (this one several years older than you) steps into the waiting area. “Hello,” she says with a practiced smile. “I’ll take you back now to meet with the boss.”      “Great.” You turn to the receptionist, but find her already engrossed in another matter. Uncomfortably, you take a quiet deep breath and cross to where the other woman stands. “Thank you so much.”      She just nods pleasantly, ushering you through the door.       The first thing you notice when you enter the work floor is that you are surrounded by men. Every single desk, every cubicle, is occupied by a man. The second thing you notice is that they all look the same; a sea of the same skin color, haircut, and expression.      Somewhere deep down in your stomach, a tiny pit appears. To distract yourself, you catch the attention of your guide. “How long have you worked here?” you ask, trying to keep a pleasant smile on your face.      “12 years.”     “Oh, wow. That’s great.”     She just nods. “I saw your resume,” she adds. “I graduated from the same university.”      “Really??” Some of the pit recedes. “What was your major?”     “Same as yours,” she says with a little tip of her head.      The pit whimpers. “Oh, that’s...that’s really cool,” you say falteringly.      She nods again. “I’m certain it’s changed since I was there,” she adds with a laugh. “It has been quite a while.”      “I---” The words die on your tongue as you distinctly hear someone call out “Damn, that’s some nice fresh meat” from behind you. Turning sharply, you’re unable to tell which cubicle the comment came from. You look back at your guide and are shocked to see her completely unaffected. Maybe she didn’t hear it... “They are constantly renovating it,” you agree belatedly.     Finally, the two of you reach the boss’ office. Without another word, the other woman reaches up and knocks three times on the door.      “Enter!” a voice calls from inside.     She pulls the door open and ushers you inside the office, where you find yet another man sitting at a desk. “Your 3:15, sir,” she says respectfully.      For the second time that day, a pair of eyes wander up and down your frame, but this time you just feel sick. “Ah,” the boss says with a smile. “Lovely. Come on in, doll, have a seat.”      You clear your throat and correct him with your name, trying to remain as polite and calm as you can.       His smile never wavers, but he ignores your correction and turns away from you to regard the other woman. “So, is the coffee-maker located in a different city, or...?”      She blushes deep crimson and nods her head awkwardly. “It’s coming, sir. Very sorry about that.”      “Don’t be sorry, just bring the coffee,” he says a little dismissively. “And better add a few muffins, don’t you think, doll?”      “Yes, sir. Of course.”      He waves her away. “Go on.”      The pit has swallowed your entire stomach and is now screaming.       “So.....” The boss fixes his gaze on you, and you resist the urge to squirm uncomfortably. “I assume you’re familiar with our company?”      “Yes.” You try to ignore the pit, but it’s getting more difficult by the second. “Of course. I was thrilled, actually, to be offered a position here. It fits exactly what I’m looking for, and I think I can be a great asset to the team.”      He huffs a soft laugh. “Yes,” he agrees, “A great asset, indeed.”      “I’m sorry??”      Waving it away, he goes on, “Now doll---”      “My name isn’t doll.”      The faux-cheeriness falls away quickly. “Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he says derisively. “It’s just a term of endearment. Think of it like a compliment.”      Your mouth actually falls open at this one. “A--a compliment?”      “Yep. See, doll, we have a system here, an organic sort of environment where people go with the flow.” His eyes harden. “If you manage to remember your place within that environment, you’ll be just fine.”      You straighten in your chair. “It is highly unprofessional for you to address me in that way,” you say stiffly. “I believe I’ve already made my opinion on that clear.” You brace yourself for his angry retort.       Instead, he laughs in your face. Literally leans forward in his chair and guffaws at you. “Your opinion?? You think I’m hiring you for your opinion? Please.”      Your cheeks are hot. “Then what, exactly, did you hire me for?”      “Gotta fill a quota,” he shrugs, leaning back in his chair and leering at you again. “And that old hag out there clearly couldn’t cut it even as a waitress, so it’s time for her to go. One out, one in. By the way, do you know how to make espresso?”      “No,” you answer tightly, feeling the rage build inside you.      “Better learn, then, dollface,” he says with a wink. “Your looks are only 50% of why you’re here. Well, then.” He sits forward, shoving a stack of looseleaf papers in your direction. “Sign on the dotted line, look up a few coffee how-to videos tonight, and come ready to smile tomorrow morning, all right?” He literally pushes the contract into your hands. When you don’t respond, he finally seems to notice your seething anger. The pleasant facade fades. “Problem, dollface?” he asks intently, watching you. Before you can speak, he heaves a dramatic sigh and goes on, “Think carefully before you answer, sweet cheeks. You know how prestigious our company is. Don’t miss out on an opportunity just because of a little girlish pride.” He rolls a pen at you. “I’ll even let you use my expensive pen. Got this from the president himself. Go on, sign your name.”      You’re so angry you’re shaking, but you reach out and take the pen; you notice that it’s extremely high quality, carefully engraved with fancy lettering. It must have cost a lot. “My name,” you ask, your voice so quiet he has to lean forward to hear, “Or dollface?”      He guffaws again, but it’s cut short in surprise when you rocket to your feet.       “You’re disgusting,” you say, rage clipping your words. A million other insults are racing through your mind, but in the end you choose no words: instead, you drop the stack of papers back on the desk and spin on your heel, heading for the door. Yanking it open, you turn back: “To hell with you and your company,” you say, then hold his pen aloft---and promptly drop it in the trash.       Before he can speak, the other woman reappears, a mug of coffee and plate of muffins in hand. She takes one look at how your hands are shaking with fury, and instead of looking shocked or alarmed, she looks resigned. It only makes you angrier.       So in one smooth motion, you take the mug of coffee from her and carefully, deliberately, pour it into the trash.      “Hey! You crazy bitch---that’s my pen!!”       His outcry soothes some of your rage, and for the first time, you’re able to smile. Turning to the woman, you nod your head at the plate of food and say, “I’d throw those muffins in there, too, if I were you.”      Without another word, you leave the office, head held high all the way down to your car. As soon as you shut and lock the doors, you’re able to fully feel what the pit of fury has been covering: heartbreak.

As soon as you open the door to the apartment, you can smell it: pizza, from your favorite restaurant. No matter how good it smells, it can’t break through your layers of fury.     “Hail the conquering hero!” Namjoon sings out as he pops into view; in one hand he has a bouquet of daisies (your favorite) and in the other he’s holding a box of your favorite brand of expensive chocolates. “Welcome home, babe!”     You’re speechless. A quick scan of the room reveals the rest of his plans: the table is set with 2 boxes of your favorite pizza, the TV is on and your guys’ favorite video game is loaded, the controllers waiting on the empty couch. He had clearly planned a celebration of your “accomplishment.”       You can’t help it: the angry tears clog your throat, burning your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.       “Babe...” He looks shocked. Quickly ridding himself of the flowers and the chocolates, he goes to you. Taking your face in his hands, he says, “What happened??”      “I’m not going to work there,” you say hotly, tears still streaming down your face.       Fear is starting to mix with his concern. “What happened? Are you okay? Did---”      “I’m okay,” you manage. Carefully moving out of his grasp, you step all the way into the apartment, shrugging out of your coat and dropping it on the floor. “But that company---they’re just---”      Sensing how absolutely wild you feel, he changes tactics: grabbing your hand, he pulls you to the couch and sits down with you, turning towards you. “Tell me.”     So you do. You tell him everything, from the uncomfortable atmosphere and whispered catcall to the words ‘dollface’ and ‘sweet cheeks.’ You tell him about the way the man had spoken to you, his open admission about your position, the suggestive way he had looked at you. “How can a company like that still exist??? And those women, they--” you choke on a sob. “The one woman was exactly like me. She graduated with the same degree from the same university, and he turned her into a coffee-girl. I can’t believe I ever wanted to work for them! I hope their building catches fire, I hope both of those ladies quit, I hope he gets hit by a bus, I---” Your anger can’t even find words anymore. “It was disgusting. I should have--should have thrown that coffee in his face or-or something.” You suddenly realize that your boyfriend hasn’t said a word the entire time. Angrily wiping at your eyes, you turn to look at him; and find him absolutely livid. “...Joon?”      “I’m going to end him,” he growls. “I’m going to burn that entire place to the ground.”      “Baby---”      He gets to his feet suddenly. “I’ll make sure he loses everything, make sure the entire country knows the truth about that place.” He starts pacing, his mind racing in a thousand different directions. “The lawsuit will be easy---I’ll make sure both of those other women are compensated extremely well, I’ll make sure that he has to apologize to both of them---no, grovel at their feet and apologize!”       You sit back on the couch, watching him rant and rave; it makes you feel better, actually, to not sit alone in this fury.       “And you....I’m so sorry, babe, that you had to go through something like that.” His hands clench into fists. “I’m going to kill him for what he said to you, the way he treated you. I should’ve gone there with you, I would’ve knocked that smug smile off his face immediately.” He goes on, detailing all the ways he can bring the company down, the ways he’ll make them pay for what they’ve done. He goes on and on until the anger burns out.      And by the end of it, your anger’s been doused, too. Now all you can feel is the heartache. My dream job...what I’ve worked so hard for.. The tears bubble up again, this time in devastation instead of fury.      Noticing the change, he exhales heavily and returns to your side. Gathering you in his lap, he rocks you back and forth, pressing constant kisses to your temple and cheeks. “Oh my love,” he says heavily, “I’m so, so sorry.”      “I wanted it, Joon,” you admit tearfully. “I wanted that job so bad. Why did it have to be like this?”     “I know. It’s not fair.” He holds you close. “Oh, love, I wish I could have spared you from this. I wish I could fix it and make it all go away.”     You turn your face towards him, burying it in his neck, and sob.       The breakdown only lasts a few minutes, but the entire time he hugs you tight, reminding you that you weren’t alone. When you finally take a breath, he kisses your forehead.       “It’s going to be okay. An even better job will come. I know everything sucks right now, but it’s going to get better. Something amazing is coming your way, love, I know it is.” He kisses your temple and murmurs against your hair, “You deserve something better than that place anyway. You’re going to do amazing things. Something better will come.”      You take another deep breath and sit up, rubbing at your eyes. “I hope so,” you say thickly.       “It will.”      Managing a smile, you lean forward and kiss him briefly. “Thanks, Joonie,” you say softly, feeling much lighter. Your eyes dart to the discarded flowers and chocolates. “I feel bad I ruined the celebration...”      He shakes his head, squeezing you tight. “You didn’t ruin anything.” A faint smile crosses his lips. “How about....instead of pizza and video games, we do.....pizza and a bubblebath??”      You laugh.      He smiles happily at the sound. “I’m serious. How does that sound, my love?”       “Hmm...pizza in the bath?” You pretend to think. “Amazing.”      “Perfect, right?”      “Almost.” You get to your feet and hold a hand out to him, waiting. “But perfect actually is pizza and you in the bath.”      He grins and takes your hand, getting to his feet quickly. “Like I said: whatever you want, baby.” 

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GENEVIEVE ALIU —

IG info/bio: @/genevealiu1 | 19k followers | currently on a journey as a junior doctor living in 🇦🇺🤎 | blm.card.co🖤 | sk💛

26 years of age

Born and raised in Glastonbury, England

Pisces sun? + libra moon?

Mother is Guyanese and works for a non-profit organization

Her father is Nigerian and works in property management

has one older brother who is a Prosthetist and resides in Nigeria with his pregnant fiancée

She can’t wait to be a auntie!!!

And a younger sister who is a medical laboratory technician

To say the least, their parents were happy that their children fell into the medical field. Based on their cultures it was a honor to have their children in these professions

Vieve grew up with a sassy demeanor and her parents have old videos on their camcorders to prove it lol, it never fails that the pair brings out the embarrassing vids during the holidays but vieve genuinely appreciates them 

Although thanksgiving is a RACIST American thing, vieve never misses the opportunity to share what she’s thankful for in life and counts all of it as blessings! But it’s still fuck the pilgrims

Has held a friendsgiving before, loves any moment where she can host gatherings or attend them! either is quite fine. She loves being around people

the only time she likes to look back on the past is to see how she and her family carried themselves then and how the evolved into who they are now, it’s interesting to see

Loves “how it started vs how it’s going” posts and might have participated in a few

Always knew from a young age that she wanted to help people in some way, she was always doing something to help around the house and especially her aging/sickly grandparents

Felt offended that many people around school that she thought were her friends would stab her in the back labeling her as this “fake saint” since she rather spend her time volunteering instead of going to house parties in hs

Don’t get it twisted, she still went to those too & had her fun but definitely felt like it was the same routine and nothing ever felt fulfilling at these functions after awhile

Well known with all the cliques around school but had her own group of friends that fit into many of those cliques but she never felt obligated to stick to one social group. If you were nice and cool with her, she was the same to you, if you weren’t? Depending on her mood, she’d ignore you/say things under her breath or be “fake nice” as a form of being the bigger person

Has a curly hair routine that she consistently follows (after struggling to find the right products to make them flourish) and gets annoyed with if her curls don’t turn out the way she knows they can, it’s always frustrating when things don’t turn out the way you want them to but isn’t afraid to at least try

Three times is the charm! Is one of her mottos

loves bright colors, flowy attire, big hats, brimmed hats, bucket hats, berets, etc...

Has faced racism/prejudices and bullying growing up in public spaces—mostly school/uni & some of those same hatred actions online now that she’s dating seb

Because of that there were times where she felt insecure but deff grew to forgive, heal, and rise above the hate, she knows her worth

Has never been happier in a relationship than she is with seb, he’s her “moody long-haired, soft-hearted bby”

they’re both complete fools for each other and vieve is more vocal about her being in love/finding her soulmate whereas seb doesn’t mind showing it rather than speaking it—even tho he’s on a podcast but we mind our business okay?!

Seb is thinking of moving to Australia with vieve, he’s ready to risk it all for this woman, HIS woman 🤩

canon: gives more than she should/taken advantage of/not reciprocating in relationships... ex) how she dated a guy that she did everything for! especially financially and also struggled to find her worth but once she did? Her aura shined brighter than before— Ik chill out there Rocco

Also believes in loving yourself first to attract what you need in this world and found that in her career and seb. I hope they’re endgame! Since they’re the only couple I rooted for this season? Except for tai & ciaran maybe? They’re probably not endgame but whatever

They still get nervous/shy around each other even tho they’ve been together for months now + are in a long distance relationship which is too cute! I think since they’re in this for the long game they can look back on moments and still feel the way they felt in that moment. You know if you get the chance or have already heard elderly people talk about their relationships and how they get all starry eyed? That’s vieve & seb, that shit gets me right in my feels ew

Vieve’s love language is quality time, it’s what she shows and likes along with acts of service from her partner

Makes the best jollof rice & her fav dish is Metemgee

Trying to be on a plant-based diet only but will have her cheat days on occasion—mostly when she’s drunk and forgets her diet plan lmao that’s me getting double cheeseburgers or anything with dairy drunk af

now living in Australia, she tried to like vegemite but...the it’s a no for her, respectfully ofc! She never wants to disrespect anyone

besides the food, the atmosphere is much nicer since she feels like she’s on a holiday almost everyday and that there’s much more to see and do when she has the time

Loves the beaches and is thinking about surfing lessons

yes she enjoys those doctor shows and can agree that most scenarios are not the same as rl ofc but great question!

Since she’s a junior doctor now, and on her way to graduation! She feels so accomplished and having this chance to complete what she’s wanted her whole life in a different place, makes her super emotional

All those stressful all-nighters will be worth it. She mostly did it on her own but is nothing but humble and Is thankful to those that have helped her along the way, what kind of person would she be if she didn’t mention them?

and when COVID hit, she was one of many already on the frontlines. Her studies became altered but this wouldn’t stop her for her mission on this earth, this was her purpose and she knew we would conquer it all—but definitely has empathy and gets angry with how it’s being handled from time to time

She’s been exposed to it first hand which aboustely worries her parents, seb, her friends, and friends from the villa

Keeps up to date when all medical news, has a whole app dedicated to health

Learning French with some of her free time and is doing well at it

It was only natural for her to become closer to elladine since their men are homies and have a podcast together

They’ve hung out a few times on a double dates before the boat vacation & once just as girls before vieve left to Australia

Vieve is always offering advice but knows that every relationship is different and what works for her and seb won’t work for elladine and Nicky, she loves them together and knows everyone has bumps in the road

feels there’s some sort of tension between her and Harry now? Which she found a little off putting since they were supposed to be friends but she realizes that Harry has a condition but it’s also not an excuse for him to treat her shitty sometimes which he does and feels like it comes out of nowhere most times but he always apologizes yet vieve is slowly getting tired of this unhealthy habits

So they’re talking less these days, which he notices!

She wants Harry to find his happiness too! If he hasn’t found it in mc first that is

has met Tim— he’s a great laugh and seems like a nice guy—they follow each other, talia and jake in person when she was out with seb—they were also super nice and congratulated them on their win, she went up to miles once on a night out—he’s still a arsehole, priya reached out to her via dm about her new boutique that she wanted her to model in someday, Hope was just as stunning in person along with Siobhan, Chelsea & mc s2 were also kind, and a couple of the guys also wished her and seb well

She’s also noticed some of the shit talking coming from Elisa, Allegra, Lucy, and mc s1 (subtle shade from mc, basically about how vieve reacted if mc decided to give Harry a go but that was only brought to her attention thru fans) online but again, vieve peeped it and felt majority of it didn’t require a response. She was too happy in life rn and she had a man and they don’t

Plans to get a komondor, thinks they’re super cute! — seb does not “if you love me, you’ll love our child.” “It’s a bloody mop dog! And I’m a cat dad, you know that!” “Don’t talk about him like that, he’s got feelings just like your cat babies!”

I feel like she’s a matcha & Frappuccino lover, tries to keep her drinks simple and feels guilty when she has to make adjustments but the heart wants what it wants

Mini Countryman owner, she also drives like a “granny” better safe than sorry! She hates fast drivers, there’s absolutely no need for it!

Minimal makeup: eyeshadow, moisturizer, & a nude lip and she’s good to go

Secretly obsessed with among us, second life, and SIMS!!!

Celeb crushes? Heath ledger, Tyler posey, KENDRICK SAMPSON, Jordan fisher, Algee smith, Donald Glover, Mack Wilds, Khleo Thomas, Robert Ri’chard, Tahj Mowry, & Hasan Minhaj

Listens to: DaniLeigh, ABIR, Mary J. Blige, TORI KELLY, Us the duo, 11:11, Jacob Latimore, fifth harmony, joya mooi, & Greentea Peng, etc...

Anthem: The Cheetah Girls — Cinderella

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg genevieve #litg moodboard #litg headcanons #litg headcanon #litg seb #litg Harry #litg mc #litg oc #litg elladine #litg Nicky #idk if I did her justice but my apologies to her and y’all if not lol #litg Tim #litg talia #litg jake #litg priya #litg hope

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Hi it’s me again 😭 I feel bad because I keep asking for kurapiia hc’s but I just adore your writing style💗💗🥺. I was wondering for a scenario. Ok so you know how kurapika is in the nostrade family business and all, what if he and his crush worked together helping the nostrade family. But like he doesn’t know he has a crush on them- he’s oblivious to his own feelings and all. 💗 what if on Valentine’s Day- their crush gets like flowers from someone- and like they sent the flowers to the nostrade office and all. The flowers were like a gift for them and thanking them for helping. And like the flowers were roses and it has a small box of chocolates with it💗. How would kurapika react? What would be his impression and would he be lowkey mad at their crush?😭. Thank you so much and I only thought of this ask because Valentine’s Day is near and happy Valentine’s Day to you your my fav writer on this app I wish you a good day🤍🤍💕💕💕🌸🌸🌸🌙🌙✨✨🥺💗💗💗

I'm literally DEAD 💗 ugh you are just the sweetest honestly this message has made my entire month and it makes me feel so good to know you like my writing.

When you said sanario my brain clicked a little so this will be in a fic style and not hcs I hope that's what you wanted 🥺 I used a random name for the extra person because I didn't know who else to put

Also I have really bad timing with things and this took a few days sorry if you had to wait too long. I have issues with completing things in one day 💕

The courtyard in the front of the Nostrade house was being eaten up my flowers and greenery after you'd asked to plant some. Of course you'd went a little overboard but everyone seemed to love it and Neon just absolutely adored the blue tulips. They were the only thing in a neat row considering you didn't perfectly plant anything else.

Today was an off day, well to an extent. You all had to be there mainly because Neon was stuck in her room with a girlfriend she'd gotten a few weeks ago and she wanted to take valentines day to watch movies. Word got out and Mr. Nostrade was worried someone might think it was a good day to do something considering valentines day was always when people were "a little too comfortable. With their guard down." Maybe he was a little paranoid but at least you could just walk around with no major tasks.

You hadn't seen anyone come through the gate with anything, so suddenly getting a call asking for you to come up to the office for a gift from someone made you a little confused. You didn't want to walk all the way up to Nostade's office but who wouldn't want a gift?

It turned out to be anonymous but...something about it made you think of someone, the fashion of it seemed a little too home-made to be store bought and that very much sounded like someone. Dario was a young man who'd recently joined the guarding job and worked at the house the entire time. Whenever you were there he seemed to be interested in talking suddenly. He really was so charming so the thought of him bringing you these pink roses was just wonderful. There were at least seven if not 10 in the big bouquet and chocolate bites individually in small boxes were attached to each rose.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Basho chuckled from a fine leather chair near the wall. You gave a nervous giggle but honestly there was nothing else to say. Maybe it wasn't Dario- maybe it was? He wasn't there currently so it wouldn't be a surprise.

You grabbed it and held it silently for a few minutes longer before thanking the front guard who beought it in and walking back out into the hallway. How beautiful. The roses pink was opaque and bright, must've been thoughtfully picked since this simply wasn't a kind of bouquet you'd find at the store.

Just as you were about to walk down the carpet draped stairs to the outdoors again the door across the hall opened. Outstepped Kurapika, wearing a long red skirt with golden lines down it, and the same type of top tribal throw he always wore, but a fully golden yellow with the shapes and lines now maroon red.

"Why are you staring at my clothes?" He asked. It was a little harsh and without too clear of a teasing tone but you were used to that. He wasn't the best and making feelings clear but it was obvious he was being friendly.

You were about to answer but his eyes caught on the roses. For a second he cocked his head slightly, confused, before walking over just a bit more, still pretty far away.

"What are these?" He asked quietly, "Did you get them for someone?"

"Nope, actually someone gave them to me. I don't know who though, they didn't want their name to be given."

Kurapika's face dropped slightly, it wasn't too obvious but it was clear something changed. Eyebrows hanging lower and lips dipping down. "Oh, that's cool." The tone was blank and breathy, like how he always spoke but something sad had been put on the intention. Maybe it was best to leave it for a while and ask later. He hated getting asked emotion-based questions on the job so a "are you alright" was always best for on the way out.

It was silent before he said something again to your surprise. He normally didn't speak multiple times in a row without even more participation from the person he was talking to-

"What are you doing? Are you going to put them somewhere?" Kurapika asked.

"Hmm, actually I don't know. I'll just keep them in the guard's resting area and hope nothing happens while we're here. I don't wanna cary them around everywhere." You walked up to him a little closer before walking past to go to the guard's personal quarters. Kurapika followed far behind, getting slightly close but not like he usually did.

A new, tense energy was in the air and you couldn't tell if it was a telling of bad fortune, your own mood, or a feeling radiating from Kurapika appearing kind of dis-hearted today.

After setting it down you gave him a smile and patted his shoulder, the touch a comforting flutter of affection. After looking at him to make sure he was alright for a second you walked silently out of the room and back to go out in the field.

Inside the quarters, Kurapika stood swaying on his feet and staring down the rose bunch. One of the chocolates was gone from you eating it and the rest were subtly weighing down the flowers from their stems. Something shot through him, he couldn't- couldn't quite give it a name, but it made him get stiff in the upper back and breath out of his nose like a cat sighing after getting barely inconvenienced.

"why not just put the chocolate in one box? You're weighing down these poor flowers." He muttered to himself, taking each box off their rose and stacking them on top of each other next to the bouquet. As he looked over the blush roses he saw something far into the little red cloth that wrapped around them to keep them together. There was a note all the way down in there.

His eyes averted to the side. What was he doing now? He'd already done enough! And these are yours, he shouldn't be snooping, but as he set the bouquet back down the note he just noticed fell out like it was calling for him.

'I know you won't fined this note until at least a couple days after, but these are from Dario. I just didn't want you to know right away ^_^'

Something in Kurapika flared and he had to put a hand over his heart. It was rather obvious but somehow this discovery still froze warmth and made him step back, note still in hand. Before he could feel anything again or think rationally the trash caught the paper and he walked out of the room. It's not like it mattered much anyway. With the way it was hid maybe you would just never find it so throwing it away only really had a 50/50 chance of ruining whatever could happen. What a stupid little note. If you loved someone you should tell them, and only a fool of a man would hide it. If Kurapika loved someone he'd tell them upfront wouldn't he? Yes! Yeah he would, 'Because I'm not a fool at least. I Know when I love someone and I wouldn't hide it.' He huffed at his own inner monologue. Why was he even upset? Wait-

The day drug on for only an hour or so before Nostrade started letting the guards that weren't permanently in the mansion go. After hurrying to get the roses you saw Kurapika walking out in the door, stepping down the stone steps in small strides, like he was waiting for someone and wanted to walk slower. From here the sun that was on the horizon right infront of the mansion casted orange around the land. Kurapika's eyes were probably getting shined horribly but at least from the angle you saw him, the moment looked like a photograph from heaven. The gold from the sunset made the light honey color of his hair glow. You quickly ran up beside him so you could talk while walking away.

He didn't look upset at all, maybe what you saw was just a quick feeling that went in a flash. "Hi." You offered gently. He sighed, smiling and then looking forward once more.

"Hi."

"Was today ok? You looked a little off when we were talking earlier."

"Oh! I'm fine, don't worry. It was just...a little bit of funk. I didn't get good sleep last night." He rushed out. It was clear the wheels in his brain were turning because his eyes didn't even wonder your way, he was looking straight forward and clearly coming up with an idea of some sorts. Maybe something to say?

"Do..you want to meet up at the coffee shop on adams street tomorrow? I know it's short notice but I was getting pretty bored and we never...really hang out other than work." Kurapika asked. For once today his eyes fully met yours and he greeted them with a smile. That look he gave always did warm your heart. He rarely smiled in general but he tried to more around you. It was just a gentle tug of his lips and a gleam in his eye. Ot was rare but it was raw and real.

"Of course I'd love that. I would love to talk some more and we never finished our last book conversation." You agreed, nearing the turn where you would go to get your car. He grinned a little and walked off without another word.

Half way to your car you stopped and giggled a bit before running back over to the other path. You stopped right behind him and the sound of your footsteps suddenly coming up startled him a bit.

"What time should we meet? We didn't quite work it out." You huff out, laughing a little bit.

"Oh! Yes, does..hmm...12 work out? That way we can have lunch there too?"

"Oh of course that sounds great."

"Ok." He said, waving before walking off. It always was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking, but he was clearly deep in whatever it was.

(a/n)I'm switching to an easier HC format here:

Later the next day you go to the cafe and you're there first. The smell right as you walk through the door is of creamy coffee and there's solid brown shaded paintings on the wall that go from dark to a creamy white to represent the coffee, but as you sit down at the spot not taken the smell fades away because of how far the seat is from the counter. It's replaces by a simple flowery smell from the insence fountain they put in the corner there.

After setting your things down you return to the smell of coffee and sound of people talking loudly. After ordering whatever you wanted and two cake pops, they said your order will be ready in a bit. Just as you were going to slide into your chair again the bell rings and Kurapika comes in.

His hair is tied back in a small ponytail and he's holding a singular red rose in his hand, the tips of his fingers both around it instead of a tight grasp you'd kind of expect. He had on his small smile again and practically skipped over.

It was quite silent, he sat down and looked at you with the same look. Not exactly nervous but prepared. He handed you the rose from across the table and smiled.

"I think one rose is better than a bunch because it feels more romantic." He states simply, clearly still some sort of dig at Dario's decision in gift.

In that time at the cafe you both talk about what happened and your feelings. Kurapika said the entire time he knew you, he'd never really considered that he was in love with you but after he left the room from throwing away the letter he took some time to think about why he did it.

To you, Dario wasn't an exact crush. More of a person who you would occasionally flirt with just for fun. Maybe he did like you more, but really, it wasn't something big or special, because Kurapika was always there. It was as if subconsciously you could never really develope a crush on another person. Kurapika's heart had made it's way onto your list of needs and you didn't even know it. Despite the fact that he could've hurt something that could've been with Dario, it wasn't likely to happen anyway.

This made his day.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SORRY. I really wanted to make it special but I also was having a lot of mental health problems and things involving personal life but I'm so glad I could get this out! You deserve it and I hope it was good 💗💗

If it has any spelling errors or something like that is wrong I apologize again I just wanted to get this out as fast as possible.

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