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pillow-anime-talk · 3 years

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dating them.

synopsis: Some sweet, funny and also crazy moments in your relationship.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; mild comedy; fluff; PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. reki kyan, langa hasegawa, miya chinen, kaoru sakurayashiki & kojirou nanjou {sk8}

author’s note: so... i’m just in love with this anime...

— REKI

↘ He’s such a precious boy who cheers you up in the blink of an eye; I think he has an extra sense, so he knows when you feel worse than usual or when you are in even the slightest pain (for example, you bumped your elbow or you haven’t eaten breakfast before ‘cause you missed your alarm clock and therefore you have a stomachache).

↘ Reki is a supportive lover; whether you are passionate about singing, learning languages, reading manga, sewing mascots or painting, a seventeen-year-old will always be right next to you to praise what you do or the way you look. He will notice every, even stupid detail about you and mention it immediately when you’re going to hang out. He’s definitely your fan and doesn’t hide it. Additionally, if you introduce him to what you love, he will also get interested in it in a way and then he will come to you to show off what he has done like a sketch of the two of you or an opinion about the anime you recommended him three days ago.

↘ The boy is really devoted to you and loves physical contact; grabbing a hand, kissing on the cheek or forehead, cute texts in the morning it’s something totally normal for the two of you. I also think that Reki could melt if you run your fingers through his soft hair or make small braids for him, decorating his head with a few colored hairpins or hairbands.

↘ If you know how to skateboarding, he will be delighted and your dates will mostly be about riding together or learning new tricks. Plus, it’s another thing Reki loves about you and wow. He’s even bigger fanboy than before!

↘ However, if you have never ridden or even tried to do it, it doesn’t matter. A teen will be happy to be able to offer you some private lessons if you wish. Again, red-haired adores physical contact, so holding your hands/waist while you stand on his beloved skateboard will be a dream come true for him.

↘ He always has ticket for you, so you make a new banner for each race to support him. Hit me, but I’m 120% sure that after race (whether he won or lost it) he takes your pretty banners and hides them in this special box that has its place on his bedroom closet.

↘ Overall, Reki is a boy who fits to the definition of high school, first love.

— LANGA

↘ Your relationship is a bit more peaceful, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a bit of humor or abstraction.

↘ Langa loves your company so, so, so badly; Reki is quite hot-tempered and is literally everywhere, so when the two of you hang out together after school or at the weekend, blue-haired feels that he can breathe and relax every muscle in his body. You’re his comfort person, and your room is a safe place without fear and noise.

↘ He also enjoys physical contact, but much more prefers to show affection in private, for example in your home or in his own bedroom.

↘ His favorite type of PDA is cuddling; he prefers to be a big spoon and hug you from behind, but he has no problem hugging against your chest or warm stomach, especially when he feels down because of school or racing.

↘ I have a strange feeling that Langa is the type of romantic who would make an amazing Spotify playlist for the two of you so you could listen to the songs, cuddling each other in the bed.

↘ If you can skateboard that’s great! For sure you, Langa and Reki will be a good trio that will meet often in the skate park or in ‘S’. I’m also pretty sure he’ll cheer for you, but at the same time he’ll be very cute with it and definitely more calm than his bestie. For example, if you do a trick... you’ll get a quick kiss on the nose or Langa will buy you your favorite drink. He definitely likes to pamper you.

↘ If you don’t know how to skateboard but you really want to start skateboarding to share your lover’s passion... Well, he will definitely give you a short (long) monologue about how dangerous it is, and you need to be careful – because he knows best of all how a fall on butt or face hurts.

↘ He always keeps a tiny set of colored plasters in his jacket or pants pocket to take care of you in the case of an unexpected accident, as Reki used to care for him.

↘ He’s a good teacher, but he will definitely need to calm his emotions, because sometimes instead of showing you how to slide down the railing, he will suggest something more down-to-earth, like going to the cinema to watch the movie you mentioned three days ago.

— MIYA

↘ Ahh, my precious smol baby.

↘ You are Miya’s first partner, so he still thinks that he’s not good enough for you, although you always reassure him with a light peck on the nose that he’s the best thing that has happened to you and that you’re very glad that you can be with him in every good and bad moment.

↘ The teenager is terribly shy about any physical contact outside, so if you aren’t at home, don’t expect a ton of hugs or kisses from him. He much prefers when you two are alone – then he doesn’t feel overwhelmed by the gazes of other people, especially other skaters who like to make fun of him.

↘ I swear I’ll bite and beat them all...

↘ Miya is a delicate soul and he really likes to feel that someone look after him, so in a relationship he definitely prefers when you cares for him. For example; just touch his soft hair, ask about his well-being or when he will have a race and a huge smile will appear on his face.

↘ I think if he feels that you are the only one for him... Maybe he will lend you his favorite hoodie with cat ears and tail? He’ll be overjoyed to see that you feel good in it. You look extremely cute, but he’ll never admit it.

↘ It smells like him, like wet earth and a hint of sweet perfume, and although it’s a strange combination, it feels really beautiful, downright safe and homey.

↘ For the next holiday (your birthday, your anniversary, Valentine’s Day or Christmas), he will give you a sweatshirt that matches to his own. It will be in your favorite color and will also have an animal accessory, not necessarily catish, because if you prefer dogs, rabbits or cows... You know, there are many options.

↘ If you know how to skateboard, he will be really calm and will feel that finally someone will want to spend time with him, training and riding together; not like in childhood when everyone turned away from him. He will definitely be moved when you grab his smooth hand and offer a long ride in the park. He definitely loves praise, so give him praise every now and then when he does a nice trick. He will also compliment you more than once and even give you a kiss on the cheek (of course if nobody is watching!). He’s not good at words, but he tries!

↘ If you don’t know how to skateboard... He may be a bit skeptical, but naturally he’ll agree to a few lessons in front of your or his house. Of course you originally just wanted to be close to him and hold his hand more often than usual, but it turned out to be pretty fun! Now, training is your typical dates.

↘ Miya is a sweet boy and although he may not look like that, he’s really protective, often jealous and always puts you at first place.

— KAORU

↘ This beautiful man, this angel-looking ideal, this ahhhh... Being in a relationship with him is pure pleasure and daily healing for the soul.

↘ He’s a calm, understanding and loving partner. I think he’s a bit old fashioned but that only adds much more charm to his person.

↘ He often calls you his ‘dearest’, ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’, isn’t that cute?

↘ You two don’t go out on dates too often, but I think Kaoru loves to spend time at home, having tea or on the couch while one of you is reading a book and the other is listening to music or just sleeping. He definitely doesn’t look like that, but he loves PDA/cuddling and is the best at it!

↘ He also likes it when you suggest learning calligraphy together. He never forced you to do this, but when he first heard that you would like to meet one of his passions, he was really happy and immediately showed you how to write with ink on the special paper he had in his flat. Obviously, more than once you ask him to write a simple letter or word, because you just love his handwriting and how focused he seems. He’s really hot then, I swear to god!

↘ You love his long hair and are always eager to give him a new, nice hairstyle; normal braid or fishtail braid. Maybe a bun or a ponytail with a few hairpins? He loves everything you do on him. In addition, the gentle head massage you give him each time is the most soothing thing in the world for him.

↘ If you know how to skating... He’s really surprised, but that doesn’t mean he’s unhappy or angry. He wants to see what you can do right away and you will surely feel a sweet kiss on your forehead more than once when the trick will be good or even better than you both thought. He’s a supportive boy, but doesn’t show it as vehemently as Reki, for example; he prefers to smile at you or clap softly.

↘ If you don’t know how to skate yet, but you asked him to teach you how to even stand on it... I imagine Kaoru going pale and trying to distract you from this idea because, as an experienced skater, he’s afraid that you will hurt yourself like any beginner. But your big eyes and ruddy cheeks are his weaknesses, so he’ll trust both you and Carla and help you keep your balance on his beloved, black-violet board. Reward him later with quick kisses or give him his favorites, okay?

↘ To sum up, Kaoru is a good and honest lover. He definitely loves your company and won’t mind spending his free time seriously and frivolously with you.

— KOJIROU

↘ This guy is the definition of the sentence ‘Through the stomach to the heart’. Any objections? No. So let’s gooooo!

↘ Kojirou is a PERFECT second half. Both in character and appearance. If he fall in love with someone seriously, and it will be you, then know that he’ll care for you like about a member of the royal family; breakfasts in bed, an Italian supper, the perfect choice of wine for a chicken or steak are things that have become a sweet daily thing for you at some point.

↘ He loves to show you affection and absolutely has no problem doing it in public, even when he’s working or when you two are in a tight crowd on the train or in the ‘S’ before his race. He will kiss you hard on the lips, grab your skin on your butt or hug your waist. It’s just that everyone needs to know that you belong to him. He’s just as clingy as Reki, and sometimes even worse and bolder.

↘ Of course he has cute side; he likes to lie on the bed or the sofa with you on his chest. He loves being between your thighs and sleep there. He definitely has a weak point in that when you you run your finger on his tattoo or cook dinner with him, throwing ingredients at him and laughing out loud.

↘ Another romantic who uses thousands of pet names (like babey, cutie, doll, pumpkin, kitten). Plus, he loves to dance with you in the kitchen and steal a few kisses here and there. Also, if you aren’t looking, he likes to surprise you with a big, bear hug.

↘ I think he’s a bit impatient, so he doesn’t like to sit at home and prefers dates in crazy places (such as an amusement park, swimming pool, karaoke bar) – it’s his favorite way of spending your time together. As a gentleman, he always pays for you, unless you go faster and bring your ATM card to the card reader as first. But don’t be surprised when Kojirou will just buy you cotton candy or popcorn shortly afterwards.

↘ If you know how to skateboard, he’s as excited as a kid and will definitely offer you a date at the skate park. Naturally, he wants to show off to others what a super cool partner he has, but he also wants others to know that you’re here together to kick everyone’s asses with your abilities. You’re definitely a powerful couple and you have the matching necklaces!

↘ But if you don’t know how to skating then... well, well, well. Just be prepared that one day (without even asking for it) you’ll stand on his beloved board and he will grab your hips, smiling silly. He enjoy skin ship so this guy feels utopian when he can be near you. He definitely won’t spare you compliments, long pecks, and smack your butt when you do something great, so you have to get used to it... and it’s going to be a long training session, so good luck, my friend.

↘ He’s a funny guy, but he’ll never cross your limits, so don’t worry about that. However, he will always find a topic for conversation or a joke to relax the atmosphere or cheer you up. You will never be bored with him.

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bearseokie · 4 years

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dear readers and writers

— a little advice i wish i would have heard before i started this blog and writing in general. sorry i’m that writer that makes post like these, i just want you to understand that things like this change everything. if this looks like a lot, just find the ones that pertain to you.

writers

➤ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝

there are so many good works that come from you focusing on the genres you are most comfortable with, and only writing those is not a bad thing. it’s not a “you’re not growing as a writer” situation, it’s a comfort zone situation. just because smuts do well doesn’t mean you have to force yourself to write them. just because angsts come in bulk because you can never ignore the emotional bits of writing doesn’t mean that has to be the main focus of every work. just because fluffs are the most reblogged content doesn’t mean it’s the only genre people will enjoy from you. focus on what you love, others will follow!

➤ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥

if you don’t consistently open your inbox, do it at least once. close it when you feel overwhelmed or at any time you feel necessary. don’t believe that you have to write them all in a short period of time. be statistical about it: only open it for a short game or blurbs. use the requests to fill in blanks or practice writing in different ways. play with the word counts. change up the tone. delete a few, you’re not obligated to actually write them, this is your free time and your work. but sometimes doing requests can change how you write, maybe even give you a breakthrough you wouldn’t have had with writing things from your own mind. and have fun.

➤ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

filling the warnings up with silly little comments or parts from the story is important, too. even if it’s a paragraph’s worth of potential warnings or triggers, never skip adding them. even if you think it’s something not worth mentioning, it will be to someone. add as many as necessary.

➤ 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞

word counts don’t determine how good of a writer you are. from brilliant blurbs with two paragraphs and one line of dialogue, drabbles with less than a thousand words, or full on double digits fics: what counts is that you enjoyed writing it. it made you excited. you paused just to mention to a friend how much you love writing it. you got chills piecing together that one line. that energy gets put through your work and into your reader, seriously.

➤ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭?

everyone reads. anything. everything. you name it, one person’s read it. whether your confidence in your writing ability is low or not, the process will only benefit you. and you get to spend time writing about some of your favorite people/characters, it’s a win-win. it’s no competition, only a fun time that you get to create and share with the world. try it.

➤ 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

the more detail, the better the mental picture. if you read something and love visualizing every scene, hearing every line, then you should work for the same within your stories. close your eyes and put your scene into your surroundings, every little detail counts. and although i said word counts don’t mean anything, if your brain does focus on you having large word counts (it happens to every writer, big word counts make you feel cool for writing so much), then this is a sexy step to use because it heightens that number pretty quickly.

short sentences look weird, but are better than run-ons.

vocabulary is sexy and thesaurus dot com is your best friend. need a word but can only think of something similar, you’ll find it there. used the same word three times now and think you’re starting to look insane, you are, use your sources.

you don’t need a banner or aesthetics for everything you write. the writing does all of the work itself. don’t stress about the accessories.

burnt out on writing the same thing / can’t think of what else to put down? break time. take a tangent, write something else, cut it off there (maybe post it) and leave the rest for the future, the cliffhanger or abrupt ending will have everyone on the edge of their seats. you’re still doing well.

if you’re writing to gain a following or have extensive amounts of notes to brag about, you’re into writing fanfics for the wrong reasons. hoping for feedback is one thing, feasting for it as your only source of inspiration for writing is just hurting yourself and other writers in the long run. write for yourself and no one else.

writer’s block? hell if i know, i’ve had it since before i started writing.

readers

➤ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤

a little feedback goes a mile. a simple emoji as a reaction, keyboard smashes, even tagging topical things can make a fanfic writer smile.

but long paragraphs also go a long way. imagine watching a movie you love to bits, so much so that you go online and read reviews of it. that commentary can shift the way you look at the movie forever, and stick with you during other films. it’s the same with receiving and reading feedback on fanfics. I’m not saying go crazy critical with your feedback, do not do that unless the writer says they want criticism, but maybe writing why you love one particular line so much could change the way the writer feels about the entire work or make a reader begin to love the same line so much that they quote it or recommend it. it makes a difference!

➤ 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬?

tell the writer. this isn’t an “i wrote this and it mentions all of these other things, so you should have expected this” game. if it bothered you, it will probably bother someone else, and that needs to be told to the writer. i don’t know what to tell you if a writer writes back being degrading or negative about your concern for that warning, but i promise you that most writers will not argue with whether it should be a warning or not and will just add it. do not be scared to mention something that triggered you if it was not mentioned in the warnings. also, please remember writers are humans and cannot think of everything all the time. we might miss one or two warnings within the work when writing the description, so please tell us.

➤ “𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.”

pain. straight pain. your reblog shares that post with your followers. you like it, why wouldn’t they? that reblog stays on your page, it’ll be seen. the tags you put in could help others find more works on your blog, essentially helping more works be found. maybe they’re old and haven’t seen the light of the recent tags in months, but your reblog could help more people still see it, and that makes a difference. we all have those lazy moments where we don’t want to do all of the steps, but even doing them sometimes helps.

➤ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?

readers can scroll through the list for their preferences, find new writers that amaze them, maybe they gain the courage to put together their own fic recs list. all of those recommended fics are still floating around and being shared, they don’t get lost in the tags or the writer’s masterlists. you find/make a recs list: congratulations, you’re contributing to helping fanfics thrive (as they deserve). also, who doesn’t love an entire list right in front of them so they don’t have to go on a scavenger hunt to find new things to read? answer: no one.

➤ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞?

tags to organize, fics to go through/find/read, oh my. let me let you in on a little secret:

have you ever had that moment where you suddenly remember one line or scene from a fic you read months ago, and you have the vaguest details to go off of in order to search and find it? your fics recs blog would have you covered, just scroll through the feed or the tags and boom, it’s at your fingertips.

now imagine someone else looking for more fics to read stumbling upon your blog. might look a little strange and coded to them, but eventually they navigate and find a new fic they’ll be talking about for months. they reblog it, add their own feedback, their followers see it and join in, and that writer feels immensely appreciated all because you started a recs blog and just-so-happened to reblog their fic. tah dah.

➤ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐩?

well, so did i. i asked my followers on this blog and my recs blog to send in their favorite fics with some extra details and feedback thinking i wouldn’t get anything, but i got an entire list! guess what’s even better? that list went straight into the tags (thanks to tumblr working properly for once) and now anyone that searches up ‘kpop fic recs’ can find it at any time. same goes for your own. there’s no specific way of organizing a recs list, just make sure the links work and the writers are credited! it helps.

read more! it’s a vast world in your hands, enjoy the words that go along with it.

sorry for this technical rant/advice post, this has just been in me for a while and i wanted to talk about it. I might add more to this as things come up, but for now i hope this helps! <3

#bearseokie.txt #this is a lot but hey it's a silly dawn rant again #i hope this gets through to anyone having a hard time writing right now #and to the ghost readers bc we still know you're there bro #take care of yourself !#bearseokie navigation #writing.tips!

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crazycoke-addict · 3 years

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Winx Club: mini fashion analysis

When Netflix released the new trailer for the live action series, Winx Club. There was a lot of uproar. The most talked about on being the fashion. If you aren’t aware the show is about, I’ll give you the summary. A girl name Bloom discovers she’s a fairy when she says another fairy name Stella. Bloom and her friends goes through a lot of mission and rivals with the witches and even spark some romances with the boys from red fountain. Like many 2000s shows that catered to young girls like Bratz and totally spies. Fashion has always been a big in the show than you might think. So, when the new trailer came out and many of characters are darks and greys, it came to no surprise that there would be sheer hatred towards it. Netflix and many others have this thing by having the first season take place around Autumn and have the characters wearing dark and neutral to fit the narrative. I’ve already made my own inspired outfits on each of the girls, but I wanted to go into more details as to what each girl would wear based on their personality, interests and even colours themselves.

Bloom- we’ll start off with the main protagonist. In the series, Bloom is an ordinary girl who finds out that she’s a fairy due to her saving another fairy’s life. It’s also revealed that she was adopted and sets out on a quest to not only learn become a fairy but also find her real parents. In show,Bloom is mostly seen wearing a crop top and denim jeans, but she also seen wearing skirts as the show progresses. Because she was raised in the human world, Bloom’s go to style is mostly in casual look. Although many of the girls have their own casual looks despite some of them being princesses. Each of the girl’s fashion and accessories can also be more connected to their powers, meanwhile Bloom who lives on Earth for the majority of her life is more into normal look but as the show progresses she doesn’t add stylish whether it be the help of Stella. Bloom’s colour scheme is Blue. Although the colours Blue represents colour of the ocean and sky. It symbolise introspective journeys and the depth of understanding. Throughout the series, Bloom is learning about life as a fairy due to her living on Earth since she was a baby. While everybody has more experience with the fairy world, Bloom is seen as the odd one out. On, the other hand, Blue can also have an effect on the pituitary gland by affecting someone’s pattern of sleep. This also connects to Bloom during the series especially in Season 1. Bloom is having a hard time falling asleep because of her ambitions to figure who this daphne woman is that’s been haunting her in her sleep and even awake. She is also seen adding some pinks in her outfit. While I see Bloom going off the casual look than her friends do also see her having a feminine look as as well.

Stella- she’s the first fairy that Bloom meets and convinces her to go to Alfea when she believes that Bloom is a fairy like her. Stella has an outgoing personality who loves to shine and have the spotlight on her. Despite all that, Stella does have her own hardship with one of it being her parent’s divorce which took a toll on her. Out of all the girls, Stella appears to be more stylish even when she does wear her everyday outfit. Stella mostly seen wearing skirts, dresses and tube tops throughout the series. So, She should be wearing outfits that are seen as stylish and also fashion accessories that fits her best. I also see Stella wearing different variety of clothing and also being in with the trend that’s is she’s like them, this is due to her obsession with fashion. I don’t know who’s idea was to have Stella be dressed in black but that’s not her colour at all. Stella’s colour schemes is mostly Orange which fits more with the fact that her powers involves around the sun and also the moon. The colour orange is associated with joy and sunshine, which does fit the character of Stella. It is seen as an fun and bright colour. It’s also worth noted that orange trees are a symbol of love which fits Stella perfectly because in the series, one of the things she does is try playing matchmaker for her friends. The word ‘love’ does fit with Stella than you might think despite being selfish at times, she does care for her friends and will do anything for them. She loves her boyfriend even though lied to her about his real name and didn’t care that he wasn’t a prince. She loves her parents that the fact they aren’t together anymore hurts her but knows it’s for the best. Stella’s fashion should contain the colour orange and her go to style is mostly in skirts and dresses.

Musa- she is introduced when her and Techna come to Alfea. Known as the music fairy, Musa loves playing instruments, singing and dancing. Looking into her fashion, she appears to have a tomboyish look where her go to colours are mostly red, black and later on light purple. Since Musa’s style is more like tomyboyish looks than she should be wearing baggy pants and because of her love for music, she should also be sporting headphones around and look like a DJ. Red is known to be an emotional colour and it fits Musa. Despite having a tough look, Musa is the most vulnerable out of the girls. Although she puts on tough act to protect her emotions, she is due to because the death of her mother and that her father lives far away. Musa is of Asian descent and the colour Red is seen as good luck in Asia and its most popular colour in China. My guess is that because she’s far away from her father and the death of mother did take a toll on her, her wearing something red feels like her mother is always with her.

Techna- Techna first appears in Alfea, the same time when Musa comes in. Techna is known as the brains of the group and is the fairy of technology. Her styles appears to give her a preppy look but with more maturity than the rest of her friends and because she’s into technology, I think her style in the live action should have futuristic aesthetic in it. Through her fashion, Techna is seen wearing mostly purple although seen more as a lavender type of colour. The colour lavender seen as more closely link to intuition and mystery. It’s more of a thinker rather than living the moment naturally, preferring to go into daydreaming or deep thinking. In the show, Techna is seen as self-confident and also perfectionist. She uses practical and logical thinking as way to express her emotions and the bases of the majority of desicions. However as the seasons progresses, Techna does become more open and friendly towards her friends. Techna’s emotions appears to play a meaning role in the show with her, It’s possible because of her being the fairy of technology, she appears act more like a robot or an Advanced A.I. at first using her logical thinking and her intelligence to being more kind-hearted, it’s also worth noting that her colour scheme can from lavender to lilac which encourages emotional expression.

Layla/Aisha- Layla or Aisha is the sixth member of the Winx Club. Layla first appears in Season 2, when she was trying to save the pixies by entering the Darkar’s fortress. Layla appears have an adventurous personality and also seems to be athletic. Through her fashion, she mostly wears khaki shorts which is appropriate clothing for hiking and because she’s an athlete, her fashion is more of a tomboy look. Layla’s colour scheme is green. The colour green is mostly associated with nature, this fits Layla due to her having an adventurous personality and how adventure is similar to saying going on a journey thus going outside and being with nature. Green also symbolises envy, while Layla doesn’t show any envious towards the girls. During her early appearance in the show, she feels to be left out in the group meaning that some envy towards the girls’ friendship and wish to have one like theirs. If they made the live-action version correctly, I do see her wearing army green romper since it’s fits her athletic personality.

Flora- We first see Flora in the same episode where Techna and Musa are introduced, however Flora already there when Stella and Bloom arrive at their dorms. Flora is the fairy of nature and is considered to the second most powerful fairy. When looking into Flora’s style, you can see that she prefer feminine clothing with it being skirts, dresses, puffy tops etc. In the live action, not only Flora should’ve been played by a Latina actress, her outfits should’ve been reminiscent like the cottagecore aesthetic. It’s fits Flora very well because the aesthetic has a softer vibe where you’re in a peaceful and just one with nature. Flora’s colour scheme appears to be pink. The colour, Pink symbolises youth, good health and playfulness. It’s also seen as romantic. Flora specialises with making potions out of her plants and also experimenting, she ends up becoming the potion master of the group by brewing and creating medicines, basically Flora is the healer of group which fits in with pink being a symbolism of health. Pink is associated with qualities such as softness, kindness, nurturance and complassion, this definitely fits Flora’s personality very well.

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crazylittlethingy · 4 years

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He loves me (Part 7.5) - mall adventure

abusive!dabi x reader (eventually x hawks)

a/n: I don’t actually know if this part adds anything to the story itself but I felt like they deserved to have this little friendship moment and I think I’m starting to like Ren a little bit too much…

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

The local mall was a know place between teenagers to hang out, being avoided by older people on Fridays for the sake of their mental health. Which never actually made sense.

It had the default mall look, which consists in white and glass everywhere. The stores were anyone’s favorite part, especially capitalism’s, because they were so colorful, or colorless (Hot Topic says hi), filled with products you didn’t need but you certainly wanted and would, usually, deny those wants, but with a Naomi by your side, wanting to try on clothes and taste sweets, it was hard.

Which is how the four of you found yourselves at the first clothing store.

“(Y/N)! COME LOOK AT THIS” yelled Naomi, your local rich kid, at a nearby rack.

You walked up to her slowly, looking around to see if you liked something, and, as you looked behind you to make a comment to Keigo about a shirt with a funny quote, you realized both boys were no where in sight. Did they really leave you to deal with Naomi’s shopping spree alone?

“(Y/N)!” Said girl got to you and was dragging you to see some other rack. “Look! I need a new shirt” you highly doubted that “and these are from the newest collection! Aren’t they beautiful?”

As you were about to answer, she started to talk about the details of said collection, the material, how it was sewed, which color she thought would look good with a certain look and you did your best to listen, sometimes voicing your opinion about a certain piece, when you saw something in the corner of your eye.

Keigo was standing there, a feet or so away from you guys, walking towards you with a bright smile, wearing a flowery red hat, a striped lime green dress and jeans with a bright blue belt. Talk about 2000’s Disney. And honestly? He looked goofy, which made you laugh and him to grin at the way your laugh was so loud.

Naomi, confused, searched what caused your sudden outburst and she wasn’t disappointed, joining you and holding her stomach after a few seconds. Keigo looked satisfied with both of your reactions and started to pose for you.

“Oh my, I know, I know, I am too beautiful for your eyes and being blessed like this causes you to be filled with joy!” He said, duck pouting, with a hand behind his head and the other on his waist.

“Oh definitely, oh great fashionista” you managed to say between laughs “And what a great honor would it be if you thought me your ways”

“Hell to the no” suddenly Naomi was serious “As much as it is a good laugh I wouldn’t let you be fooled by the harlequin. And by the way… where is Ren?”

“You mean my most wonderful helper?” “Please, Keigo, the boy is too wonderful to be led into that path” pleaded Naomi.

“I see you have little faith in me Naomi” Ren murmured from behind Keigo, having been obscured by his wings. He was wearing his normal clothes.

“Ren! What are you doing with those clothes? I though you were on my side” Keigo made a pleading face, with a bout and wide eyes, resulting in a pink cheeked Ren that refused to look at him.

“Even if you are my friend, your taste is terrible” he answered, his hand covering his mouth and eyes still looking away from the giant bird man, whose pout increased.

“HA! I knew Ren was better than that!” Naomi went to Ren’s side and put her arm on his shoulder “Therefore, he’ll be my helper”

“Helper?” The other three asked.

“Yes, we’ll do a little fashion show here” the spoiled girl smiled in a way that was both beautiful and scary.

After looking through the whole store and pilling up mountains and mountains of clothing, Naomi was satisfied and gave the green light for your fashion show. Yet, even with her guidance, Keigo still insisted on adding a few of his touches to her looks or went with a combination that was completely bizarre, resulting in screams from a scandalous Naomi and laughs from you and Ren. The boy actually knew a lot about fashion too and was telling you about the color he thought would suit you and how to wear a certain outfit.

And when the time for the last outfit came, your phones were full of silly pictures of the four of you in the most outrageous outfits and funny faces, but, on that last outfit, Keigo decided to ignore Naomi and Ren decided to spread his wings a little. It took your breath away, even if the clothes themselves were ‘simple’.

Keigo was wearing a grey shirt with black jeans and black snickers with white details. But what made the outfit more special were the accessories. On one arm, he had two metal bracelets, one designed as a chain and the other as a wing, a watch with a red bird in it in, a ring on his index finger with what also reminded you of a pair of wings closing together; on the other arm was a reddish leather bracelet. And, around his neck, two chains, the one shaped as a wing dangling. He looked good and he knew it, smirking to the mirror, his eyes met yours.

You didn’t think much of the outfit chosen for you, you simply liked it because you felt it went with your personality and were surprised with how comfortable it was. When your (e/c) eyes met golden ones, Keigo’s smirk vanished, his mouth slightly agape and eyes warm. (A/n: I didn’t describe a proper outfit for you because maybe what I think is beautiful and nice may not be the thing you’d go for, so, if you want, I’d like to know what outfit you’d choose! So, please, comment!)

You were in a trance broken only by the sound of Naomi finding the outfit of her dreams, apparently. She wore a black see-through shirt, with a black piece that reminded you of a triangular bikini, light brown velvet skirt, high heeled black boots and a crystal necklace. She spun around and smiled as bright as the sun, probably already planing places to go with the outfit and, as she looked at you, it became clear that she was including you in those plans. She was a comforting force in the middle of her own caos sometimes.

“My my, don’t you look dashing, darlin’?” Her kind smile soon turned into a mischievous one as she looked at your best friend “Don’t you think she looks dashing, Keigo?”

“How about you, Naomi? Don’t you think Ren looks dashing?” He replied without missing a beat. It made your heart hurt a little when you realized he avoided her question about you.

And as none of you girls had noticed, Ren had gotten out of the fitting room. As you recently discovered, he liked to look good. You were used to him hiding in the uniform, shoulders tense, waiting for unwanted attention, and head hung low. But this Ren? He was standing tall, looking you all in the eyes, still a little bit pink, but expecting to hear your opinions. He knew what he was doing when he choose a black crop top that had a circular zipper, brown pants held by a black belt with some chains on the side (wait… was he secretly an e-boy???) and a pair of white sneakers. It was the first time you saw Naomi at a loss of words, so you offered your own.

“You’re looking sharp, Ren… and I bet Naomi totally agrees with me” said girl was looking like a fish out of water, but, at least, she nodded.

You expected Ren to turn red, like he always did when receiving a compliment, yet he surprised you once more and grinned widely, boy even dared to wink at you!

“Thanks, (y/n)-chan, it seems like you listened to me about the (f/c), it really suits you” ok, who was this Ren?

“Woah, kid, didn’t know you could wink and thank you” you replied and he laughed.

“I guess I can? I don’t know, but, sometimes, the right armor can help you through the day” as he shrugged, a little more tense, you noticed something: the uniform was a weight for him, one he carried and didn’t want to. Maybe it was something at home, maybe it was on his own mind, but, right in that moment, he was vulnerable, showing a little piece of himself he was sure about, maybe even proud of. And so were you.

“Well, good to know I won’t need to ask Naomi for fashion advise anymore, all she does is yell at me” Keigo said nonchalantly.

“And I know that if you are not buying that, Ren, I am. It will be a gift” Naomi said, coming out of her trance.

“O-oh, thanks Naomi-chan, but you don’t need to buy me a gift” shy Ren is back.

“Oh, love, seeing you in that outfit is a gift for me” Naomi winked at him, her Cheshire smile at full force, and the effects were immediate as Ren turned a deep red.

When you got out of that store, two hours had gone by and you still had so much ground to cover. So you and Keigo made a deal: if your group was to enter another clothing store, you two were going to leave Naomi and Ren there and go somewhere else.

You left them behind three times and, on those three times, both teens went out of the stores in a hurry, yelling when they wouldn’t find you, about 30 minutes after you left them.

During those escapades, you and your blonde friend went to a videogame store, talked about videogames you knew and liked and heard Keigo talk enthusiastically about his favorite ones. You also went to a library, discussing book plots, characters and authors. And finally to a restaurant, as the sun was going down and your hunger grew. Your last destination pleased Naomi because ‘spending money leaves an empty space on your wallet and stomach’.

The place was little and full, the air filled with a characteristic smell of fryed food and chatter. The table you were sitting at was square and grey, with a flower vase filled with lavenders and some napkins.

As usual, you talked about school, training and rising superheroes, but also about tv series, comic books and gossips.

“And how about that mysterious friend of yours, (y/n)-chan? How is he and when are we meeting?” Naomi chirped. Keigo turned serious at the mention of Touya.

“Ah… that is… a childhood friend, we talked about how he had been doing in those years we’ve been apart and… well he is a little… shy. I don’t think he’d like to meet you guys right away” you answered.

“I’m shy and I was forced to meet you all right away” Ren murmured

“That’s because you are a cutie” Naomi send a wink his way for the second time that day. “This ‘childhood friend’ is more like ‘(y/n) personal secret’, we won’t learn anything unless we force her to speak or follow them around and discovered something dark” she wiggled her fingers like some people do when telling a horror story.

“I think he is suspicious (Naomi: “Ohhhh is a he then? Is he single? I mean, do he likes girls and is single?”/ you: “I… don’t know, I’ll ask him another time”) aham excuse me, I am talking. Like I said, he is kinda suspicious, because, I mean, he appeared out of nowhere and was standing there in front of our school like a creep. People change along the years, maybe you shouldn’t be alone with him or trust him right away” The blond huffed as he crossed his arms and slacked his posture, pouting like a baby whose favorite candy was denied.

You sighed.

“I can’t deny he is a completely different person now… but he is also my first friend. Somewhere, in his heart, he still has some of the qualities engraved on my memories, I know that” you answered, more to yourself than to your friends, hoping your words were true.

When you returned home, it was already night.

As you lied down to sleep, you looked outside your window, hoping the stars could answer your prayers, that they could confirm that your future would be good.

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okimargarvez · 4 years

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INCONVENIENCE OF BEING ROOMMATE

Original title: Terzo incomodo (o Quello che può succedere uscendo con l’inquilino di Penelope Garcia).

Prompt: Luke asks Penelope to stay in his apartment until she will find a new one.

Warning: post 13x6.

Genre: funny, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, female O.C., Roxy, Sergio.

Pairing: Garvez; Luke x O.C.

Note: oneshot 58 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘🐶🎈🎵.

Song mentioned: No vacancy, One Republic feat Tiziano Ferro.

GARVEZ STORIES

INCONVENIENCE OF BEING ROOMATE

* the move

Penelope watches her colleague walk up the stairs to her (now ex) apartment. -Look, you weren't forced to come.- she tells him when he's close enough to hear her. -Just because we will live under the same roof for a while, this doesn’t mean that we will have to do everything together.- it's not that she always go looking or studying for them, often these kinds of jokes come out naturally to her, especially with him.

A familiar grimace bends Luke's lips. -No?- he asks, inclining his head to one side, making a falsely meditated gesture. -Too bad.- he finally exclaims, when they are practically at the same height. For a few seconds they simply stare at each other in silence.

She recovers first. -Ha, ha, funny, roommate.- she calls him on purpose. The man seems to like the choice. -Now, since you're here, let's take advantage of those muscular arms that Mother Nature gave you.- she moves away to let him enter. Luke looks around. He still remembers what he had felt the first time he had been there, only a few months before, when Garcia had invited them all to celebrate the search for a responsible inebriation. It was impossible not to be struck by every detail: the colors of the walls, the paintings, every single accessory. And now only the bare walls remained of all that rainbow.

He turns to her and bends his arm, imitating a body builder. -Do you like my muscles?- he asks, winking. Penelope remains just two thousandths of a second without words, so she rolls her eyes, unable to hide a smirk altogether.

-Did I say this?- she replies in the same tone, then gives him a little push (taking advantage of it to touch that arm that seems to have been carved in the marble by Michelangelo). -C’mon, there is a bit of stuff.- he doesn’t know if he should consider it a kind of encouragement. There are boxes of all shapes and sizes almost everywhere.

-A bit it's an euphemism.- he exclaims, chuckling. Penelope doesn’t replicate anything and bends down to begin. It is not easy to leave the place where she lived for years. Where she found her identity and risked dying. -Wait, don't lift that box, it's too weigh.- his hands overlap her and the blonde stays enchanted watching the contrast of the amber fingers with hers pale. Then she forces herself to recover from the daydream.

-Luke Alvez, who do you think I am?- she leaves the box anyway, mostly to avoid feeling other shocks down her spine. -Do you think I’m a girl who is afraid of breaking a fingernail?- she challenges him with her eyes and he doesn’t hold back.

Luke doesn't even seem to realize the weight of what he has in his hands, but who knows what he brought when he was at war. Why is it so difficult to imagine him in this context? -No, but I would be sorry if it happened or if you would be hurt.- he comments, before going in the direction of the stairs, instead of the elevator. She follows him, with various bags scattered, more than it would be recommended to carry together.

-Hell, nobody can't argue with you.- he hears her muttering, and smiles. They mostly continue working in silence and communicate with looks. Mainly he limits himself to instruct her to leave him the heaviest boxes and she reminds him that this is still her home, and then gives up. Luke also notices slight hesitations every time they pass through the inner courtyard, on the steps at the entrance to the apartment complex. It has been too little time since he heard JJ's report (but even if had been twenty years, he wouldn’t have forgotten it); it is terrible to have to accept that right there a bastard shot her and even if by now not only a a spot of blood is longer distinguished, it is certain that she can still see it clearly).

It is late evening when the man closes the door. -Is there anything else?- he asks, just for confirmation. Penelope shakes her head. Her blond hair frames her white face, made even clearer by the adrupt drop in temperatures.

-No.- in fact, she shudders, climbing into the passenger seat and placing Sergio's cage in the center, not particularly happy with all this fuss. -You've seen, in the end it wasn't so much stuff.- she comments, turning slightly to look at him while they fasten their belts. -There is still a place for something else.- she also smiles at him, continuing to turn her back to the building she called home for years, with all its pros and cons.

Luke seems to understand it and, in any case, he smiles too. -On the van, not to mention the truck, which lent me one of my comrades.- he specifics, however, turning on the engine and leaving. She puts her hands clasped on her knees. For once (the first, without a shadow of a doubt) she wears pants and not a skirt or dress in his presence. Definitely a logistic choice and dictated by reason, but not for this motive the effect was less destabilizing on him.

-Thank him for me and...- a break, full of possibilities. But man is destined to be disappointed. -...is he nice?- only his being aware of the consequences that could occur even if just for a slight oversight forces him to stay with his eyes on the road.

But it doesn’t prevent him from shouting -Garcia!- in an incredulous and reproachful voice.

She shrugs. -That's there, I thought maybe I could reciprocate the favor by cooking some biscuits.- she throws it there, improvising with the first thing that comes to her mind and seeming extremely credible.

Luke fails to prevent that mischievous smile from reappearing, half grimace and not even to pose a provocative question that hides much more sincerity than she believes. -And me? How would you like to thank me?- he winks and finshes at center stage, because in front of the blonde's retinas pass unmistakable images, forbidden to minors of eighteen, sinful thoughts, disordered frames and sufficiently blurred shots to make difficult to recognize the protagonists of the clip. And sounds, it would be better to say verses, masculine and girly ones.

She swallows and turns to the window, to hide the redness on her cheeks, certainly not due to embarrassment, but to an internal heat. -Just the fact that I treat you as a person instead of a Newbie seems to me something you should be happy about.- he merely nods without repeating anything and leaving her at the mercy of doubt.

*The invasion

The day after the only signs of the sleepless night due to the disorientation of being in a strange bed, in a foreign house (but which she will have to start to consider differently) are internal. Outside the blonde's face looks as fresh as a daisy, while she scolds her colleague for the fifteenth time. -Luke, don't touch that box!- she hurries and almost trips, just to anticipate him. -Have you heard me?- the man helps her to regain her balance, so he looks at her (taking the opportunity to give her a nice exclusive look and being disappointed to see that she already done her makeup, she doesn't have a single strand out of place, like at work) confused.

-Why? I just wanted to help.- she seems struck by something that she catches in his eyes. Perhaps fragments of sincerity, of purity mind.

She nods. -Yes, but there are some things that...- she gesticulates, unable to explain without revealing too much -…in short, I prefer that they stay safe, sealed in my room, whose access is allowed only under my concession.- she particularly emphasizes the possessive adjective, placing both hands on the lid of the box to accentuate the concept. Luke chuckles, but he doesn't just seem amused.

He scratches his head. -Uh, and what should I do to obtain the privilege?- without realizing, he leans as far as possible towards her, keeping only a few centimeters of distance between their bodies.

Not even the woman realizes it, although she finds herself asking aloud the question that is spinning on her head. -Why should you want to enter the only room where you can't go freely?- and for once, there is no trace of malice in her tone, only pure crystalline naivety and the effect is like that of water on flames: not always extinguishes the fire, sometimes it makes it even more powerful and devastating.

He is still approaching a few millimeters. -For the taste of the forbidden.- he teases her, never taking his eyes off her. -Or maybe because you're there.- he admits, not even doing a lot of effort, with an intense tone, which she ignores beautifully.

-Ha ha, still try to seem funny, you're really nice.- she gives him a little push and he reluctantly decides to settle.

-I know.- he looks around. -How long do you think it will take to unbox everything?- he asks, just to continue to have an excuse to talk to her, stay close to her, so as not to lose the grip on the thin thread that binds him to her.

Penelope gives him a dirty look. -You took me for an expert in removals or for Reid?- she still managing to make him laugh. -I have no idea!- she shrugs. -This is the first time I change my house, since...- she changes mind at the last- since many years.- and then, again, she understands that she must say it aloud, to be really free from her past. -Since I left Shane.- Luke never heard that male name come out of her lips before, but he immediately realizes that it's not a relative, nor a friend.

He then takes that step that separated them without thinking twice. -Hey, I didn't want to make you think about bad things.- he adds in a low voice, gently stroking her arm and marveling that she doesn't chase him away instantly.

-But imagine!- she replies, with a little voice that is a bit too fragile to be credible. -It is a thing of the past.- with a shock she seems to shake off everything. -All right, if you really want to help me, I'll satisfied you.- Luke smiles already. -And in return you can come in my room, with warning, it's clear, once a week.- he pauses to think about the perspective that opens up before his eyes.

-But?- he finally asks, already feeling the nostalgia of the contact with her arm.

-But what?- she repeats, not understanding where he wants to go.

The man shrugs. -Surely there will be a but, or a rip-off.- he explains, catching a weak fist in the side. -Ouch!- he exclaims, intensifying tones in a theatrical way.

-You deserved it.- Penelope replies anyway. -However... my condition, no, that sounds bad.- he chuckles, knowing that he will never get tired of her messy way of talking. -I was saying... my proposal, I already like it, better, I said, my proposal is...- Luke expects some kind of torture, so much so that when she finally explains her idea, he is almost disappointed -that you give me permission to change something even in the rest of the house.- the blonde seems to read who knows what protest in the man's brown eyes. -Not your room, let it be in roughing style, even if I'm sorry for Roxy...- she hastens to specify, losing the train of her thought again. -By the way, where is my wad of fur and love?- the laughter that was being born, instantly turns into a sweet smile, dripping love and adoration to such an extent that it is really hard to understand how both can ignore it.

-My best friend is caring of her, Phil.- he explains anyway, when he recovers.

-Oh.- she nods, then a light passes in front of her. -Is he nice?- in this case it is clear to both of them that she is not really interested in the answer, but to provoke him and tease him.

And he is in her game. -Garcia! Anyway, I accept your offer.- he continues to smile at her, he has never stopped. -Shall we seal the deal with a handshake?- Penelope's answer is certainly not expected.

-And what would you like, otherwise, a kiss?- and she almost feels bad that he doesn't answer affirmatively.

Only at the end, Luke understands that the quality of the objects of his (officially) roommate is far greater than the quantity. They throw themselves down on the sofa next to each other, too tired to notice how close their bodies are.

-So now that everything is exposed... what do you think?- she asks him, not forcing herself to disguise how much she cares about his opinion, but answering in her own mind that simply depends by the willing of having a quiet life. -You must be sincere, you know that I realize if you tell a lie.- she warns him and both end up thinking about two years before and of peanut butter biscuits.

For the same reason, Luke keeps his gaze fixed on her as he speaks. -I love it.- he says simply, proud of his response, because other words wouldn’t serve to enrich the concept. She continues to observe him for a few more seconds, scrutinizes every single detail of his expression.

-What?- but the man doesn’t yield. -If you're kidding me...- and he stops her protest by simply raising his hand.

-No, seriously, I like having few things, you know, we talked about it right the day you were complaining about your ex-neighbor kunf fu naked...- for a moment he risks losing the train of his thought (like her) -but your stuff...- his eyes fly beyond the woman -I don't know, it seems to me that the atmosphere is warmer, more welcoming.- he almost stutters at the end, and even a little blushes. -It looks like a lot more a house, now.- he ends in a sigh.

But his efforts are amply repaid. -Oh, Luke!- exclaims Penelope, her voice clearly moved, before jumping on him to hug him. Just as suddenly she pulls away. -Sorry, it was... I was catch by the atmosphere.- she justifies herself, even if judging by the enormous smile of the man, there would be no need at all.

-You’re welcome.- he answers in fact, with the heart that echoes in his ears.

*the routine

-Pen, did we buy the paper towel?- it feels strange to hear him talk like that. Both the fact that he uses a diminutive, something that no one (except Shane) has ever done, or for the whole extremely relaxed tone, but above all the use of the plural: we. As if they were something, a couple, that's it. A duo, sentimentally speaking.

She is sitting at the table in the kitchen; he has opened all the doors of every cupboard. -Yes, open the locker in front of you.- she says, without even looking up. And the lost object is exactly where she said.

-Thanks.- as soon as she turns around, he notices something strange in her expression. -What is it?- he asks, sitting down right in front of her.

She turns the spoon in the cup in front of his face, without looking at him. -Nothing, it's just weird not to have a case.- she simply replies, and it's certainly not a lie, but there is something strange in her tone, which makes him think that there is also something else behind.

-Don’t say it too loudly.- he comments however, deciding to keep such suspicions for himself. -Do you know what else is weird for me?- he asks her and the woman finally raises her eyes to meet his. -Find out that you are a morning person.- he provokes her, hoping in this way to send away that melancholy air that makes her seem so different from the usual Garcia.

-Did you think I was lying on the bed all Sunday morning?- she replies in the same tone, stretching her leg to give him a kick, but only managing to tickle his foot.

-No, but...- he understands that if he wants to keep her attention he must open up, say something personal, show her that he trusts her. -I've always had trouble sleeping over seven o'clock.- he then reveals her. -I think it's one of the many gifts of the war.- he adds bitterly. -But I didn't think to find you awake when I returned with Roxy.- yes, it's just seven o'clock on a Sunday morning. And on his return, he found the table laden with all good things, even for dogs and cats. And Penelope, not in pajamas, but not properly dressed for the outside world, but in a casual style, without heels, without make-up on and with her hair in a bun.

-Oh, Alvez, I am a woman of a thousand surprises.- she says, blinking seductively, mainly so as not to be outdone. Luke doesn’t take his eyes off her, running his tongue over his lips with hungry eyes.

-I had noticed.- is all that comes out of his mouth, and who knows why, it doesn't sound like a funny or provocative joke, but rather like the pure truth.

The blonde seems to notice it, at least at an unconscious level, so much so that she backs up until her back is shaped on the chair. -Uh, yup, then, let's have breakfast?- she asks, without waiting for an answer. And already in the previous weeks he had been able to sense her culinary skills, but here the level is so high that one wonders if she is trying to get his heart through his stomach. In that case, the mission could be said to be fully successful. When last only crumbs, traces of the assault, on the tablecloth, Penelope stands up. -I wash the dishes.- she announces, heading towards the sink with plates and glasses.

Luke's hand grabs her by the wrist, risking to make her drop everything. -But no, it is my turn.- he puts himself in feet and the difference in height between them is such as to make her waver for a single moment.

With the other hand, she frees herself from his grip, slowly, by pulling away his fingers one by one. -You can't even consider the days you're out for a case.- she points out, in a calm, rational voice. -And the last time you were here, you washed the dishes, so it's my turn.- she throws him a single sharp look and reaches her goal.

-I surrender in front of your impeccable logic.- he exclaims, raising his arms as if they were about to arrest him, even if she can't see him, because she gives him her back.

-And it's better this way.- confirms the woman with a smirk on her lips.

About an hour later, from the room of Penelope seems to come a song that it's celestial, to say the least. I used to leave the doors unlocked and leave the lights on, I used to stay awake, just counting hours all night long, I had so many empty rooms inside the chateau, Yeah, oh yeah. Luke willingly or unwillingly finds herself outside that closed door, listening to her colleague, friend and now also roommate (but not cohabitant, and here is the essential difference) she sings. I'm done with sharing space with people that I don't know, trading pieces of my heart 'til I felt shallow, I had so many empty rooms inside the chateau, yeah… Despite the noise of the dryer, which clarifies how the woman she is drying her hair (those blond, silky, wonderful hair that wrapped his heart like windings from the first moment), he manages without any problem to hear every single nuance of her voice. But ever since I met you, no vacancy because of you, there's no vacancy, no empty rooms, got no vacancy, ever since I met you… No vacancy because of you… And he finds himself hoping that those words want to say something, that it concerns her moving and above all, them. Hopefully he be the person to whom she is addressed, he who has filled all the rooms always empty inside her... even if the opposite would perhaps be more appropriate. Used to be that I felt so damn empty ever since I met you, no vacancy, used to be that I felt so damn empty, ever since I met you, no vacancy… No vacancy, no vacancy… Because she's the one who bridged every gap in his life; it is the thought of her that makes him come home from a mission anyway with a smile and a serene soul, without taking anything away from Roxy. Before you, only empty, now you fill every room, before you, only empty, now you fill every room... Every room... Every room... A pause, the hairdryer is off; the man senses that she is probably combing now. He imagines being there with her, having the brush in his hands and he is not able to conceive anything more erotic in the world. I used to be the type to never take a chance, oh, had so many walls, you'd think I was a castle… I spent so many empty nights with faces I don't know… He leans on the handle and unintentionally opens the door. Penelope stops instantly.

She is wearing a fuchsia bathrobe, which leaves her legs half-thigh down exposed, tied just below her breast. -Am I bothering you?- is the first thing she thinks and says, rather than insulting him for invading her privacy. This is the straw that breaks the camel’s back of his sanity. -I didn't think about it, I'm used to doing it at home, I meant the house where I lived before and...- he takes a step, only one in her direction.

-No, you don't bother me. At all.- he smiles. -I love hearing you sing. You're very good.- she stares at him intently, her eyes half-closed, her lips tightening to form a line.

-Thanks, but flattery will not get you anywhere.- she warns in a partially playful tone. He nods and turns to go out.

-I was sincere.- he adds however, just before fading away. About ten minutes later she reaches him in the living room wearing an emerald green dress, but, to Luke's delight, still without makeup. -What will you doing, this afternoon?- he asks, watching her sit with the corner of his eye at the other end of the sofa.

-I don't know.- she answers sincerely. -I still have to get used to the environment, to the neighborhood.- she gestures, pointing to the whole universe apart from her. -You know I have difficulty with changes.- he certainly can't keep from giggling.

-Oh, yes, I know.- a little too smug, but this time she decided to spare him.

They spend at least one minute in total silence. -And you?- she finally asks, just to get out of this impasse.

Luke looks her straight in the eye and she seems to be genuinely interested in knowing the answer. -I think I'll go to my friend Phil and then... later there should be a baseball game.- he shrugs. Certainly nothing special, all too trivial by Penelope Garcia's standards.

But she nods and chuckles. -Yeah, you're that type.- she also gives him a slight nudge, more affectionate than playful. -On this you would get along with Morgan, he was also very good at baseball, as a boy.- her gaze flies far, beyond time and space.

-I don't doubt it...- a slight twinge in his side. -And ... how is him?- she seems to try to escape his eyes, but finally gives up. -Did you tell him about the big step?- her cheeks turn red for a few seconds.

-In this way you make it seem like we went to live together... I mean...- she gets mixed up, and he loves her when it happens. And she has noticed ir. -...you understand.- she sighs. -Anyway, he doesn't know it yet.- an idea illuminates the whole face. -Maybe I could call him today.- Luke stands up and before he can stop it, his hand touches her knee.

-Good.- she doesn’t seem to react in any way. -I'm going to change.- he says.

-You don't have to tell me your every move as if I was your bodyguard or your mom.- he hears her scream behind him, and chuckles. He also thinks he heard her humming something a cappella, but perhaps he only imagined it.

He is still thinking of it when, in the middle of a historical hit, his phone starts ringing. While responding with a generic -Alvez-, having his eyes glued to the screen, his best friend teases him asking if this is not his girlfriend.

Penelope barely manages to distinguish a few words in the exchange between the two men, before pronouncing one in her turn. -Luke.- and seems to be enough.

-We have a case, I understand.- he sighs, shakes hands with Phil and recovers the few things he brought with him. -I'll pick you up, can you take my bag?- he feels the hesitation even though they are on the phone. -It's in my room.- he adds then. He listens to her steps on the floor.

-I don't know if it's really...- she tries to protest, but meanwhile she tightens the handle. - ...ok.- her eyes rest on the only object that corresponds to the parameters, perfectly aligned at the foot of the bed. -Found.- he hears her exclaim, but understands how she still has something to comment on. -Damn it, it's not a facade, you're really an orderly type.- she adds a few moments later.

Luke reaches his car, gets on board and slams the door. -And is it a wrong thing?- he asks.

-No, but it is strange for a male bachelor, even if...- he anticipates her, feeling again that thick in the side.

-...Morgan too was like that, I guess.- he says in her place, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Fortunately, the clinic where Phil lives is close to his (their) home. -Come out, I'm on our way.- he announces five minutes later, feeling the end-call click. She goes up, placing Luke's bag at her feet, next to her own and practically they don’t speak until they see the outline of the building in which they work.

Penelope says one word again; a name. -Luke.- but there is urgency in her tone, something that forces him to give her a quick glance.

-What?- he asks only. He expects her to hesitate, to change her mind. He's wrong.

-You'll be careful, won't you?- she asks instead, placing her hand on the male one on the steering wheel. He feels a shiver along the entire spine.

-I'm always careful.- he tries to sound nice and playful, but she doesn't compromise.

He feels her fingernails in the flesh and a dreamlike image passes in front of him: their bodies intertwined and she, while screaming, leaves red marks on his back. Scratches that don't hurt. -I'm serious.- he enters the parking lot entrance, slides his card and the barrier rises. She lets him go.

-Yes, Pen, I will do everything not to get killed.- when they are still in the car, he looks her in the eyes and she does the same. -But do you worry about me?- he exclaims, gloating.

She silences him with a sharp gesture of her hand. -I think it's one of the inconvenience of being roommates.- she replies, before walking quickly towards the elevator, leaving him behind, but giving him a different gift.

*the guest

It could be any Wednesday night. Just concluded a case in town. Penelope stays silent throughout the short trip, letting him talk freely. -So you are sure it’s okay for you?- he asks her for the umpteenth time, holding the door open gallantly.

-Alvez, it's your kitchen, you can invite whoever you like to dinner.- she replies, with a sharp tone and a little annoyed. This is also why he follows her up, placing a hand in the middle of her back. There are many drawbacks, as she says, of being roommates; but also positive aspects. Among these is the freedom gained in being able to touch her body and be touched in his turn.

-No, that's not true.- he says, barely moving his fingers. -It's also yours and if it bothers you...- she spins around, even to block that kind of caress or massage.

-Why should it?- she looks at him, but doesn’t give him time to reply. -However, I won't even be at home.- she then reveals to him, just as suddenly. -I go out with Kevin. We met and... he asked me to go out with him.- a slight smile brushes the woman's lips. But behind it there aren't so many false hopes not to forget what she feels throwing herself into the arms of an ex... nor to make him jealous. She moves only based on affection.

-Uh.- it's all that comes out of the man's mouth. Once again that stab.

She seems to notice something strange. -Don't worry, I'd never take him here.- she reassures him then, blushing because she doesn't know why she said it. -Now I have to go get ready.- he nods, throwing himself in the shower to do the same. He has always imagined her as one of those women who leave their boyfriend to wait (yes, although to be correct we should specify that he imagined himself in this role and that anyway it would be worth every time, to arrive late to the restaurant), instead she comes out of her room only five minutes after him. She enters the living room and both Roxy and Sergio stare at her. - How do I look?- she asks then, taking a ride on herself and make swirling her skirt. -Luke?- he literally remains speechless. So much so that Penelope approaches, she passes a hand in front of him. -Are you there?- he reacts, blinking several times to focus on her.

-Yes, yes, I... wow.- he finally exclaims, with a sweet smile. -You look stunning.- he admits without embarrassment. She lets herself go into a childish giggle.

-Do you say this as a colleague, as a roommate or as a friend?- she asks him though.

Luke stands up and takes a step in her direction, facing her. -As a man.- their eyes chase each other for a few seconds, while static energy can be felt in the air. -You are beautiful.- then he adds, deciding not to hold in what he feels. And she reads his sincerity in his face.

-Thanks!- she claps her hands together and then caresses his shoulder. -You look very good too.- she says. -So...- they look at each other, perhaps both wondering the same thing. Why are they about to meet other people, when there is nothing in the world that they would like to do more than spend this evening together? Without knowing it, they also dressed in a combination: he was wearing a red shirt and jeans, casual and elegant at the same time; she a red dress with a wide skirt and a jacket (in jeans) in case she was cold -...good luck.- she says, feeling a buzzing in her head.

-Even to you.- he echoes her, a little too late. There is something wrong. -Penelope!- he calls, when she is almost at the door. She turns to look at him, a faint hope shines in her pupils. -What time do you think you're coming back?- Luke asks, and she responds with a grimace. She then decides to activate the maximum protection level.

-I don't know, daddy, I have to send you an SMS first, so I won't find you two in compromising positions?- she provokes him, putting malice in an exponential amount. But the man doesn’t seem to want to laugh.

-I didn't ask for it.- he shakes his head. -Forget it.- she just looks at him. -Have a good evening.- fortunately only a quarter of an hour has passed since Penelope is gone to when the bell starts to ring. -Hi, Micaela.- he greets her, fully enjoying the slight shiver as she smiles at him. She is undeniably a beautiful woman: slender and sporty build, auburn curly hair, green eyes. She's really beautiful, but she's not here for that. She is here because someone has practically forced him to organize this appointment.

-Hello. Am I early?- he shakes his head.

-No, no, come on in. This is my humble abode.- he recites in a deliberately refined tone, making her laugh.

The woman looks around. -Oh, but... I didn't think a lonely man could have so much good taste without being gay.- Luke scratches his head behind, feeling a different kind of puncture. Like a sting in the back, while a little voice in the head reminds him that even when she is absent, it is as if she still were there.

-Well, good, I'm not so lonely...- he finds himself forced to admit. -I have a roommate.- Micaela doesn’t reply anything, she lets him finish. -We... We are colleagues, we work on the same team.- he decides to limit himself to saying, regretting, because he would at least have to present her as also his friend.

But she seems to be satisfied. She nods vigorously. -Oh, I understand.- she looks at the rest of the house, but there seems to be someone else missing. -And where is the dog you told me about?- not even Luke paid any attention to that. Too many thoughts swirling in his head.

-I don't know, it's strange that she wasn't here waiting for me.- she's not in her room, nor in the area dedicated to her, that screams Garcia in every single object. -Roxy!- he calls her. -Rox, come on, we have guests!- then, he has a doubt. He beckons Micaela to wait and opens the door to the only room he cannot show to his guest. And the dog is right on Penelope's bed, next to Sergio. Reluctantly she obeys, goes down and comes out. -Here she is.- but She remains however at a certain distance.

-Hey, honey, come here.- Micaela bends over, but Roxy ignores her. She doesn't growl at her, but she doesn't even show affection. Not even the first time she saw Emily, she was so cold.

Luke shrugs. -She will be on a bad day. Even the dogs have them, after all.- she nods, immediately going beyond the question.

-Yes.- and she even smiles. And it is at that moment that a perverse thought (needless to call it otherwise, even if it doesn0t imply anything sexual) appears in his mind: and if Roxy had behaved in this way with Penelope? Certainly, she would not have let this pass without doing something, she would have accused him of having corrupted her dog, of having persuaded her not to show her affection for spite her or would have started to grumble and whimper, full of pain... -So, let's eat?- the voice of the woman makes him recover. -We can continue the tour of the house later...- there seems to be something mischievous in her eyes, but the man doesn’t catch the message.

-Yes, it's not like there's so much to see.- he says. -Do you prefer to dine outside or inside?- she strokes his arms, naked and velvety, with an apparently innocent manner.

-It’s a little cool, if it's not a problem...- he interrupts her, placing his hand on her shoulder for a second, brushing her.

-But you figured, come on.- the dining room is already ready; he hoped she would answer like that. He also helps her to sit down and think back to the only time he tried to do the same thing with... with her, the light slap on his hand and the blonde's laugh as she asked him if he was training to go out with a real girl , one day.

-Thanks.- Micaela repays him instead. -What a gentleman.- she exclaims, blinking seductively. -Phil had told me, but...- Luke goes around the table, sitting in front of her.

-You don't have to believe at his loudmouth.- he mutters, blushing without an apparent reason.

She still seems to appreciate this reaction too. -For now you have proved yourself far above expectations.- she reveals, before taking a sip of wine in an extremely elegant way, a way that would make any straight man move. He is actually staring at her carefully, until both hear a sound like something heavy that has fallen, coming from one of the adjoining rooms. -What was it?- she asks, more confused than scared.

Luke gets up, already in professional mode. -I don't know, maybe Roxy.- he misses the weight of the gun in his side. -I'm going to see, stay here.- she nods. He sees the door of his friend's room and a half-open colleague, and he is sure he has closed it, after having let the dog out. -Hey, is there anyone?- he asks, feeling like an idiot. -I'm a federal agent, so you have chosen the wrong house to rob...- he warns, thinking of going to get a weapon, when the door opens and behind it... -Penelope!- he shouts. -Shouldn't you be at the appointment with Kevin?- she's still wearing the same nice dress and shoes, but the makeup is gone.

-Yes.- she only says, not just a single joke, but not even a short sentence of explanation.

She then stays partially sheltered behind the door and held on to it like a castaway, like Jack in Titanic. -What happened?- he notices a few more details. No, she probably didn't cry. But she is profoundly sad.

-It happened that he came accompanied and that he wanted to tell me that he is getting married with Gina.- she explains to him flatly, without trying to protest that they are not his business. That twinge again, this time on his hips.

He stretches his hand to caress her (the cheek, the chin, the shoulder), but then he doesn’t find enough courage to conclude the action taken. -Oh, Pen, I... I'm sorry ...- she shakes her head instead.

-No, don't say anything.- she tells him, though not putting much emphasis on it. -Come back to your friend and let at least one of us manage to finish the evening well.- an orange hair ball appears between her legs. Roxy is also on her side.

But Luke is already ready to send his appointment to the hell. -Are you sure, I could...- Penelope understands it, but it's not what she wants.

She nods. -Yes, don't worry about me.- the door closes a little more.

-This is not possible, but that's okay.- the man whispers, remaining still a few seconds there to meditate.

The other woman waits for him to sit before asking the obvious question. -It's all OK?- but her eyes are not turned on by real interest.

-Yes, it was my roommate, her appointment was cancelled.- why the hell did he have to tell the complete truth about a fact that didn't concern any of them?

She paints a sad expression on her face. -Oh sorry.- she touches his arm , causing him some brief shocks. -Let's eat?- even if he didn't understand it, someone is already thinking about after dinner.

-Of course, I've already prepared everything.- he leans over to remove a steaming pan from the oven. -I hope you like lasagna.- he can hear noises coming from the kitchen , but both ignore them. -It's vegetarian, though. You know, Penelope...- Micaela interrupts him.

-I bet it's your roommate.- she says, with a grimace that wanted to seem nice.

-Yup.- he confirms, with a very different attitude. -She doesn't eat meat, so, in order not to always have to cook two different things...- he starts to explain, but she silences him by stroking his hand and almost making him tickle.

-I got it.- she looks at him intently, without ever taking her eyes off his. -It 'll be okay, for once I will be a goat.- a pain in the back, while he's trying to appear amused.

-Ha ha, what a nice joke.- but Micaela doesn’t notice the forcing tone.

-And it’s just the beginning.- she winks and the touches his arm again, this time even by scratching it. And just as Luke tries to elaborate what is happening, Penelope appears with an innocent look.

-Oh, sorry!- she hangs on the threshold. -I don't want to disturb you, I just have to take something I forgot.- she starts looking for it, giving them their backs, but neither Luke nor Micaela open their mouths, continuing what they have undertaken. But the curly is reassured by the appearance of his roommate, she couldn’t imagine better; she had in fact begun to have strange sensations for the way in which Luke had spoken about him/her, too full of affection... but it is simply a feeling of friendship, almost brotherhood. After finding what she was looking for (a cup in the shape of a shark's mouth, directly from the set of Spielberg's film, The Beast, Penelope approaches the couple. -Anyway, at this point...- she stretches her hand to another woman. -I am Penelope. Nice to meet you!- she exclaims, and the thing that hurts Luke most is her sincerity.

-Micaela.- the other replies, imitating her smile, but not getting the same effect. -I've heard a lot about you.- she reveals, however, unaware of causing damage especially to herself.

In fact, the blonde is surprised, and for the first time she glances at Luke. -Really?- but he doesn't react. -Well, I hope they aren't too embarrassing, however...- a very short pause, in which the man vibrates from the terror of what she can say. -Good evening.- Penelope is about to go back to the kitchen, but stops and turns back . -Oh, please, never cook anything that contains cucumbers.- she suggests to the other woman, with the tone of someone who wants to imply that there is already a past about. -It makes a strange effect on him, I wouldn't say really unpleasant, but...- Luke blushes deeply. -Let's just say that later, cucumbers would not be the only long thing in the room. A word to the wise...- and this time she really disappears.

Micaela looks at him and doesn't find word for a good minute. -Wow, really interesting, your friend.- in the end she opts to take it with laughter and he doesn't correct her. -Where were we?- indifferent to what happened (indeed, even a little more intrigued) she starts touching him again , caressing his arm. Luke smiles at her, just happy that she doesn't want to go into the subject further. With this quite spicy atmosphere they manage to finish eating in peace, but the quiet doesn’t last long. Penelope returns and this time she has changed: she is wearing a suit (which he knows it's a pajama) that he thinks is still good on her.

-Luke, I 'm sorry to have to break your spaces again, but I can't find my headphones and I absolutely need them.- she says, all in one breath, completely ignoring the guest. -Did you take them, by chance?- the last two words underlined by a sharp look.

He scratches his head, guilty. -Yes, they are in my room.- he confesses.

She shakes her instead. -Ok to use them, but at least you could remember to put them back in their place.- she scolds him, and for a moment they both seem to ignore that they are not alone. There is something in their attitude, in their reciprocal way of doing, that could make Micaela worry, if it weren't that she just can't imagine them together. However…

-Sorry.- he only answers her, and he doesn't pretend to be saddened, he really is.

The blonde seems to be satisfied with his reaction. -Okay, good continuation, lovebirds.- she winks above all at the other woman, who this time can't hold back.

-Wow.- she exclaims, pursing her lips and beginning to give in to doubts.

-What?- Luke asks, trembling (thankfully more inside than out).

-Are you sure that you two are just co-worker and roommates?- she insinuates for the first time, something that he would have expected long before, something he feared throughout the evening.

-Why?- he replies with another question, trying to mask his hope that Micaela's impression is correct and that therefore between the two of them there is something more than a friendship-cohabitation. However wrong it is to have such a thought while he is at dinner with another woman. The heart goes where it goes, they say.

-I don't know, maybe it's just an impression.- she scrutinizes him trying to pick up some signals. -Why her headphones were in your bedroom?- finally she decides to leave him the benefit of the doubt.

Luke sees the answer before his eyes through a scene that seems to have been torn from a sitcom. -Here, mine are broken and I don’t remember ever to buy another, so I borrow hers and then at times we see the movies together and put the headphones to not disturbing Roxy and Sergio.- he babbles, getting stuck several times and feeding even more the suspicions of the redhead.

-Sergio?- she frowns.

-Yes, our...- he doesn’t stop quite quickly. -Penelope's cat.- in the kitchen, even if they are not able to see her, the nominated smiles. All notices that sort of lapsus, and then she doesn't consider Roxy as something of her own? Didn't all of them, in these weeks or perhaps months, become a sort of strange family?

-Uh.- the other woman comments instead, continuing to spin the wheels of her brain, but finally deciding to ignore her rational voice. -Wow, are you an animal lover too? You gave me a different impression.- Luke sees the only good opportunity he has left to get out of this mess. Will he ever have the courage to really expose himself with Penelope? He already knows the answer, unfortunately. So, is it really necessary to preserve himself for a woman who will never be his?

-Well I don't know if I can really define myself...- he tries to justify himself, but the other continues, ignoring him.

-I like them too, for heaven's sake.- bad debut, thinks Penelope beyond the wall, eavedropping without wanting, while they start to hear the noises of pots and pans that are moved. -But you have to have criteria, you can't consider them as people.- the blonde clenches her hands in fist, planting her fingernails in the flesh and risking to make them bleed. And to think that she could also like her. -Do you agree?- asks Micaela, but Luke is aware that she is close enough to hear his answer. And in any case, he doesn't want to lie. On what basis would their relationship be based?

-Not really...- he starts, and immediately sees the disappointment on the redhead's face. -For me, Roxy is worth far more than a lot of people I've met.- he confesses, even with too much effort.

-Mmm.- she bites her lips. -Have you ever hunted animals?- He can almost feel the tension in the air. Penelope almost even stops breathing, precariously poised on a chair.

-No.- finally answers and he hears someone cheer in the other room. Micaela looks at him and then beyond his shoulders.

-You don't know what you're missing.- she says, and a strange light shines in her eyes. -The adrenaline, the pursuit, that communion of...- she speaks freely.

Man's attempts to stop her are of no use. -Micaela...- she ignores him merrilly.

-The communion of the hunter and the prey participating in the same dance...- she continues as if he hadn’t said anything. -If you think about it, it's a bit of a dance, a mating ritual, too.- it's like she's talking to herself. -And the life and death that challenge each other and...- he even touches her on the arm, to make her recover from the trance.

-Mic...- but this time she doesn't even let him finish her name.

-And have you ever seen a live bullfight?- Luke shakes his head, but even if he was perfectly still, nothing would change. -It's a spectacular hunt, but it's great to see matadors and bulls united in death and resurrection.- he can't help but imagine what Penelope is thinking and what she would say if she were in his place.

And here it is as if she (that she, of course) had entered into him. -Actually the bull really dies and if you refer to spiritual death... Only the matador has this privilege.- he corrects her and also feels a certain pleasure. -The bull remains sadly dead.- and how to forget the tears of the blonde when they had watched a documentary together that explained the little spectacular truth hidden behind the veil of the muleta? -However, it's nice to see you so passionate about a topic, but...- he tries to divert the subject, he doesn't want to despise her just because they have divergent opinions, even if on ethical things and therefore fundamental arguments. On the other side of the wall, Penelope thinks Luke listens to her and really knows her; and at that precise moment, with one leg in the air, she is enveloped by two feelings that seem perfect for being together: sadness and jealousy. And she understands an equally fundamental truth: she is in love with her roommate.

However, Micaela seems to have somehow understood that a change of course is better. - Come on, tell me about when you were on the fugitive team.- she gets up and moves the chair to be practically stuck to him. -It's so sexy.- she blinks her eyelids once while her hand caresses his knee. And the other (which feels even more such, like the intruder, in this context) is imagining even worse, fantasizing only from the noises.

She doesn’t draw his attentions. -Well, I felt and I feel again, what you were saying, more or less.- he shrugs. -Tracking, the stakeout, waiting, patience, setting the trap, studying every detail... yes, this is definitely exciting.- he agrees. But the prey he has in mind has precise connotations.

-You see?- the redhead is getting even closer. -We are made for each other.- she comments and Luke knows what is going to happen and he doesn't pull back anyway. When between their lips there is less than a centimeter, a tremendous roar is heard caused by a cascade of pots, various scrap metal that falls on the floor and shortly afterwards something wooden, a chair, to be precise, and finally a body. Both jump, but Luke immediately understands the meaning of that commotion.

-Penelope!- shouts, seeing her on the ground massaging her leg. There is a hole in her pants. -Did you... Did you hurt yourself?- he leans over to see better. -You’re bleading... oh my God, you need patches, hydrogen peroxide and it must be disinfected immediately...- he completely loses his mind, goes into hyperventilation. -Maybe I should call 911...- he meditate to himself and thankfully he doesn't have a cell phone at hand.

-All right there, honey?- Micaela's voice asks, which seems light years away.

-Yes!- replies Penelope, but her voice is obscured by the male one.

-No.- at the same time the two also fight a staring contest.

-Luke?- she calls him again, confused by the contrasting answers.

-I’m here, just a moment.- replies the man, without masking the annoyance. -Wait, stand still.- he orders. -I'll go get the stuff. You don't move.- he repeats, standing up.

-You are crazy.- she comments, but obeys him anyway. -I can do it alone.- eye contact is still active. -It's not broken.- she points out uselessly. -You must return immediately to Micaela.- she is the voice of reason, for once. What she says would be right, it would be the right thing to do. But accepting this appointment in his confused state was already wrong at the preconditions.

-Luke?- again the guest asks for the attention she deserves.

He doesn't answer her and shakes his head, stubborn. -No, now you need me.- Penelope looks at him, almost in shock. -She will wait.- he adds.

-You will never have a woman, Alvez, if you continue like this.- she still protesting weakly. Luke goes out and comes back laden like a mule: bandages, plasters, pharmaceutical products in various formats. -You're out of your mind, I say it again.- he ignores her, bending down again and rolling up her trousers until he reaches the injured area. -Ouch, hell, it burns.- she complains. At the end of the medication, she hopes to get rid of him. -Now go.- she commands.

But he hasn't finished. -No, I have to check that you can stand and walk.- he says.

Penelope gives him the last warning with her eyes. -Luke, I'm serious.- and he keeps up with her, never taking his own.

-I'm not joking.- and the trouble is that he is sincere. Then she grabs him by the shirt collar, trying to pull him away, instead she gets the opposite effect, makes Luke fall near her own body. Too close. They stare at each other for a while, in a way that seems at the same time the same, but that is also new, both guessing what will happen just a thousandth of a second before it happens. He lowers and she stands up, until their lips meet, skipping the sweetness to go straight to the point and exchanging hard, hungry, aggressive kisses, too long postponed.

-Hey, Luke, did you solve? Penelope? Are you alive?- not getting any kind of sensible answer, poor Micaela enters the kitchen, unaware that she never had one chance to become her, having always been the other. So she remains a few seconds astonished to see them kissing on the floor, perfectly at ease. She was just wrong about one thing: they are really cute together. And against her will, also hypnotic. -I should have imagined it. Do you still have that colleague's number?- she asks, more to see how deep they are immersed in their world. -I'm sure he lives alone.- she comments. -If you don't count a goldfish.- she adds. And this last joke seems to shake Penelope, who separates first.

-Don't leave, it was just a...- she pulls herself to his feet, trying to give her words more credibility. -A comforting kiss, Luke was taken by the role of caring rescuer, right?- she looks at the man who, however, shakes his head.

-No.- he even says, sending her into a panic.

-At least someone here is honest with his feelings.- Micaela comments, throwing a dart at the blonde. If she were in her place, she wouldn't even have half a hesitation. -Listen, without rancor.- she spreads her arms. -I'll call a taxi. And anyway... Phil had warned me that you were a involved single, but I didn't understand in what sense.- she shakes her head. It does not matter anymore. -Talk to your friend, okay?- she doesn’t wait for an answer, goes to the exit, but turns back, with a mischievous look. -Good evening and, please... remember the Cucumbers!- Penelope blushes, cursing her own tongue. Live by cucumber, die by cucumber.

Meanwhile, Luke has also recovered. -What just happened?- she asks in an accusatory and angry tone, pushing him away with all her strength.

The man is in a very different mood. -It happened that you sent my date to hell.- he smiles, slyly, with a look like a boiled fish. And he takes a step towards her.

-It was you who threw yourself on me!- she cries, continuing her escape, slowly.

-Throw me on you?- he thinks about it seriously. -It seems to me that you did your part.- he finally says, but then decides to have other priorities. -Anyway...- he shrugs, he pulls back close to kiss her again.

Penelope's pupils dilate in a mix of fear and excitement. -What are you doing?- she asks with a trembling little voice, unable however to take her eyes off the man's lips.

-What I wanted for a long time.- he says, bending down. She doesn't reject him, but eventually Luke changes his mind. -Penelope...- he chooses to be content with holding her in his arms in an intimate way, not really different in form from their previous hugs, but still different in substance.

-Yup?- she replies, not knowing what to expect.

-What did you need headphones for?- he investigates, toying with her hair with his free hand. She understands that he thinks she may have done it on purpose.

-I wanted to see a movie so as not to hear you two.- she reveals therefore, with a sad tone. -I have the defect of having too much developed hearing.- she tightens the lips until they turn white.

-And the pans?- he continues, as he admires every detail of her face.

She shrugs. -I was looking for a kettle to make me a cup of tea. You know that...- He literally takes the words out of her mouth.

-There is nothing better than a good movie and a cup of tea.- he imitates his voice, making her laugh. -Except maybe a good book, a cup of tea and a steaming tub.- but she stops quickly and looks at him in a terribly serious way. -What is it?- he fears to have exaggerated.

-You scare me.- she admits. -You... You really listen to me when I talk.- he nods.

-Of course, I listen to you.- even if he's not particularly concentrated right now. -I listen to you even when you don't speak.- he warns, throwing allusions that maybe will be clarified later. He approaches her so that their faces are parallel.

-Why?- but their eyes are too.

-Because I can't help but find anything that comes out of your mouth wonderful.- he says spontaneously.

It's like a slap, a bucket of water frozen down her back. -Oh. You know... I think...- she understands that he deserved to know the whole truth. Even the one she hadn't even confessed to herself yet. -I was a little jealous, and... Sad, and I didn't see where I put my foot so I fell from my chair but got caught in a pan and the rest you know.- she spreads her arms as tightly as she can in his sweet grip.

-Yes.- he nods, before pulling her against him and kisses her. Like for the first, she kisses him back. -What movie were you watching?- yet another question. Penelope's hands are still sunk in his hair.

-He’s just not that into you.- they only talk to each other with their eyes, before changing positions. -But tomorrow you’ll buy a pair of headphones.- she tells him, trying to make him understand how the transformation in their relationship will not change other situations. Not immediately, at least.

He chuckles, amused by her intransigence. But he decides to play just as heavy. -If you sleep with me tonight.- suddenly the atmosphere becomes serious.

-Luke...- she warns. As much as she wishes (it would be ridiculous to say otherwise at this point) she doesn’t feel ready for it to happen tonight. She has already had enough emotions to brush the heart attack.

-I said sleep and I intend to sleep.- she states the man, with all possible sincerity.

And she believes him. -Deal.- they shake hands, but he only grabs it to take advantage of her and steal another kiss. Between roommates and cohabitants there is just one step. And they just did it.

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gypsophiaa · 5 years

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meet Stella, my Blood Donation / IkeVamp Persona! more detailed description under the cut!

she's not that different from my Cradlesona, but i did change some stuff that are half true irl to make her fit well in the ikevamp universe. i mean i wish i can speak and understand several languages so i downloaded duolingo skskskksks

go make your own Blood Donation! Here's my lil reference you can use, I added some more details to fit in the story :) also, a big thanks to @trulipan for the inspiration of using the character screen!

*disclaimer: the character screen belongs to Cybird, the character info and sprite are fan made :)

Basic Info:

Nicknames: Stella, Sol (Leonardo), Peaches (Arthur and Comte)

Birthday: October 21

Age: 25

Height: 156 cm

Nationality: Filipina

Blood Type: A

Physical:

Eyes: bluish purple

Hair: gray platinum with bluish tips, short and wavy

Accessories: golden hoop earrings, sunflower pin (a souvenir she bought before arriving to the musee)

Features: beauty mark above her left lip, a fainter mark on her right cheek

Illnesses: sleep deprived (?)

Social:

Species: Human

Previous Occupation: Graphic Designer

Occupation: Right-Hand Woman (Assistant)

Relationships:

Arthur Conan Doyle, bickering writing buddy. They often get mistaken as siblings and it peeves them both. Stella dislikes his flirty and teasing personality a lot but she’s more than willing to lend a hand if he starts to run out of ideas (which is NOT her body). He loves to tease her and get her on her toes, which resulted to Sebastian lecturing him quite often. Ironically, they’re close friends

The Count of St. Germain, father-figure. They met when she accidentally dropped her sketch notebook. He complimented how she smelled like peaches and started calling her like that (which Arthur caught wind of and started teasing her for it). He spoils Stella rotten with chocolates, satiating her sweet tooth as much as possible to keep the smile on her face.

Leonardo da Vinci, language mentor. He was impressed when she understood what he was saying in Italian. Then tested her with Latin, German and Spanish. Stella was ecstatic to learn more languages causing his sly advances go over her head (much to everyone else’s relief). She organizes his room as best as she can as thanks.

Theodorus Van Gogh, mortal enemy but not really. He would always refer to her as “Arthur’s little sister” and it would often lead them to constantly bicker. However, both of them share the addicting love for pancakes and will eat it at any time of the day, this was one of the few times where they get along very well. Other times usually involve making Vincent happy and safe. Secretly, however, they look out for each other like actual siblings.

Sebastian, meme buddy. They converse in memes, confusing everyone else, when not too busy in work. She would often ask him historical facts about the others and appreciates him going the extra stretch (she likes listening to his history fanboying). He would also save her from Arthur’s teasing and Theo’s yelling, but sometimes he just stands at the corner and listen to them go mad because he finds it amusing.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, radio (I don’t know how to call it HAHAHAHA). Stella would intentionally pass by near his room just to listen to him play the piano, reminiscing the time where she had a violin. It had always been her dream to hear a live, professional recital of one of his pieces, so hearing him composing new ones just beyond a door made her very happy. Mozart knows she’s listening.

William Shakespeare, neutral but very afraid. Stella avoids him as much as possible, his words are very confusing and deep but she tries her best to understand and remain kind.

Napoleon Bonaparte, older brother figure. He knows her unusually strong peachy scent would attract others and he dedicated himself to protect her. She's probably the most casual one to wake him up — Stella earned the free slap card when he tries to kiss her as thanks for endearing his habit.

Jean D'arc, stranger. She hopes to get to know him better. She would always see him with empty eyes and worries for him. She would often secretly pray for his happiness. Jean knows this.

Osamu Dazai, laugh pill. Though she often gets startled when he enters through windows out of nowhere, its followed by laughter she couldn't control. He likes seeing her laugh and it encourages him to never use the door (much to everyone else's dismay).

Isaac Newton, neutral. They don't speak much. Stella would smile his way whenever she sees him but often receives averting eyes in response and a mutter of hello. She would sometimes lightly hop in Arthur's teases about apples.

Vincent Van Gogh, lover. Stella admires his works since forever and to see him alive and well in person brought tears to her eyes when she realized that everything happening around her was real. Their relationship grew gradually, taking soft steps together until they realized they were in love. She would always sit near him when he's painting at the garden and play with his pet raccoon. She melts when he smiles.

Personality: Artistic and bubbly, she finds beauty in everything. Very expressive, but she keeps a facade when she's sad and it is quite difficult to pin out. She's more than willing to help anyone with whatever she can do. She is easily pleased with the simplest things and gets overwhelmed with gifts. She's usually quiet but if you spark a conversation with her it can go on for a long while, she likes to listen to stories and experiences. She loves to learn different languages and cultures. Can be smart then a dumbass the next moment. Underneath the innocent face is a sultry attitude that she's mastered to control and portray to catch people off guard — though she gets flustered easily when complimented.

Before the Visit to the Louvre: A fresh graduate from BA Multimedia Arts, she earned enough money from commissions to travel to famous museums and relax before starting her work on an international news media site.

Likes:

Chocolates

Adobong Baboy (A Filipino dish)

Pancakes

All the pets!!

Flowers!!

Dressing up!!!

Warm colors

Modern day jokes

Performing

Fruits

Dislikes:

Arthur

Skirt chasers

Being belittled

"Arthur's little sister"

Not knowing what is happening

Being stagnant (not doing anything)

Washing the dishes

Skills and Special Abilities:

Can understand several languages because of her constant travelling, speaks Spanish and Filipino very fluently.

Paints

Writes short stories

Can act like a completely different person if needed

Can go for three days without sleep or sleep for three days, no in between.

Inhales food like Kirby, her stomach has a void somewhere and she gets full very rarely.

Plays the violin (when she was a kid, very rusty today)

Paired with: Vincent Van Gogh

Life in the Mansion: On a daily basis, she helps Sebastian in his duties. Sometimes, she can be found talking business and assessing deals with Theo. She can also be seen in her room rereading Arthur's first manuscripts and editing them. When taking a break, she's sitting by the garden and having tea with le Comte, or watching Vincent paint. She would drop by the library an hour before bed to have a quick foreign language lesson with Leonardo.

Other Info:

She sings when painting very softly, especially when its raining where the pitter patter can drown out her voice.

Cries a lot in her sleep, mostly because of overthinking. She's gotten used to a life where she would be happy for one moment and devastated the next.

She bites. Metaphorically and literally. Arthur got hurt because of it one time.

Bribed easily with sweets — to an extent. She's not that stupid.

Always screams when surprised from behind while quickly whipping around to slap whoever jumped on her. She got a terrible childhood history with those kinds of surprises.

Slaps people by accident when she gets all panicky and will constantly apologize for such a rude habit.

Secretly very horny and has earned a PhD in self control. (Really makes you think that she's actually Arthur's long lost sibling)

She can't smell her peach scent which drives her nuts. A lot of people had told her that since coming in to the mansion. She's never even had peaches before.

The scent grows stronger after sex and bathing, which she found odd because none of the products she uses has peaches as an ingredient. She even uses a different perfume every time but the peach scent still somehow overpowers it.

Vampires are the only ones who can smell the scent, human don't.

Never touch her notebook. Ever. She's insecure about whatever notes and doodles she has. She's hidden it deep in her closet that even she herself forgets.

When questioned why she "doesn't look like a Filipina," she answers with deadpan eyes and a bored look. "We were colonized by the Spaniards for 3 centuries. My grandfather is Spanish." She's tired of being asked often.

Has acted for school plays all her life.

Laughs at everything.

Cries when mad, it adds annoyance to herself.

#now if only i was actually proud of this #im only happy about the layout tbhkjafaf #but the design of the character itself not so much #this may change still #especially the relationships #ikesona #blood donation persona #persona #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam #ikevamp oc #oc #イケヴァン #ikemen series

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sweetlyocs · 5 years

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sunshine

«part two»

pairing: holland family x reader / abusive ex! x reader / sam holland x reader

words: 1615

warnings: mentions of abuse, abusive relationship mentioned (there isn’t any details I just want you to be aware is all)

a/n: the second part of sunshine! please be cautious of this chapter if you are extremely sensitive to subjects like abuse & abusive relationships, this story will be containing some of that for this chapter and a few others - it is a defining part of the story. If you need me, please message me, but this is a warning for you so don’t attack me if you chose to ignore it. This chapter is also late so, umm.. sorry about that!

With the gala only days away, spending time with the Holland family was something you drastically needed. The Academy board was holding their yearly foundations gala where three charities were nominated to be apart of the Elite sponsors for the next few months, where there would be shows and tours where people could donate and help raise awareness for the charity - and yn had pushed for The Brothers Trust to be one of the charities nominated.

Being with all the Holland boys was a welcomed feeling. Catching up with Harry, spending nights with Sam by your side, playing made up games from childhood with Paddy and even being dragged to the gym by Tom just so you could give him a run-down on everything you had been up to was something you were beginning to enjoy.

“So, you still with that douche? Casey, no, Corey. Wait no that’s not it, what was his name.. Carmen”

Rolling your eyes you pouted in Harrison’s direction, “Jace. His name is Jace Haz, and yes. I’m still dating him, he’s not a douche”

The boys were all looking at each other and laughing at your response. Before any of them could say another smart comment, Tom’s apartment door opened, and a full voice began bellowing through the apartment.

“Oi, which one of you shits hacked into my netfl- YN! HOLY SHIT HEY LITTLE BIRD! WASSUP”

Twaine in all his soft and towering glory seemed to make a beeline towards you, he pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tightly at your ribs, unprovoked you flinched in his arms.

“You good?” Came the confused voice of Sam, you just nodded.

“I must’ve bruised my side when I was playing with Pads yesterday is all..” You sent him a soft smile and turned towards Twaine, giving him a bear hug and kissing his cheek.

As the lads all settled into the living area you quietly excused yourself as they began talking about their suits that they were picking up later on that day. Walking into the bathroom, you slowly turned and locked the door. Facing the mirror you began lifting your shirt, softly you began tracing the bruising over your torso. Flinching as memories flooded your senses, you held your breath. The dark red and purple marks were weaved over your skin, none having a distinctive look but all of them made you quiver and begin to shake.

Staring into the mirror you began to question yourself. How did you get here? What did you do? How the hell were you going to hide these marks in your dress tomorrow.. Surely you couldn’t. Dropping the shirt and wiping the corners of your eyes, bracing a smile on your face as a knock hit the bathroom door.

“You good in there sweetheart?” Tom’s voice felt like a whisper as you could hear his weight hit the door. Smiling to yourself, you felt a sense of comfort and safety fall over you like a warm blanket on a winters night,

“Yeah,” was your response as you pulled the door open after unlocking it, smiling at his kind expression, “I’m good. We should leave to go and pick up your suits, Brody should be round soon to take me to the city.. and I wanna see just how handsome my boys are all going to look for me tomorrow”

Finishing your words, you slid your arm around Tom’s waist and kissed his shoulder, he simply kissed your temple as you walked together back into the living room. Quick to join the conversations and ignoring the weight you felt in your chest.

*next day*

Walking through the halls and passing the room at the hotel where the gala was being held, you smiled at the passing faces. Final touches were beginning to come to life as you continued on your way, coloured balloons matching the charity banners and glasses being polished. This gala was going to be one for the ages, you could feel it.

Arriving at room 304 you began knocking on Stacey‘s door. Stacey was the claimed beauty guru of the Academy, she was responsible for all of the hair and makeup of the Elite team and the coaches outward appearances. She opened the door with a wide grin and her makeup belt strapped across her chest. Ushering you into the room, you sat on the chair and begun the task of gala prep.

Within 2.5 hours your hair was styled complimenting your facial structure and your makeup with an alluring eye was finished. Moving towards the dress of the evening, you faltered. It was a two piece dress, the skirt falling in pleated waves that matched with a elongated tubed top that held you in all the right places. You knew that the gap would be big enough to show the bruising, not enough to show the worst but enough for questions.

“Angel, put it on.. no getting shy now, come on” Stacey’s voice filled your ears, all of your fears began coming to the surface. Your breathing started to fall heavier, your chest beginning to rise and fall at an uneven pace.

“I- I don’t know if I can.. Stacey you won’t understand, if you see me in it…”

Your hands and voice were wavering.. Stacey pulled you into her chest, she cradled you, and lifted your head to look into her eyes.

“I know..” You pulled away, avoiding her eyes, fighting her grip and not wanting to believe her, but she held you tighter, shushing you. “It’s okay, it’s all okay Angel.. I know, I’ve known for a while, we can hide it. Any of it. I promise”

Nodding you walked towards your dress, taking a final glance at her, you walked into the bathroom and put it on.

Standing as Stacey gathered the makeup to cover the discolouration, you were lost in your own world, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The door opened as you were about to ask Stacey what accessories you should add to the outfit to make it pop more, a voice broke the spell you were enchanted in..

“What the fuck..” Sam’s voice made your head spin towards his body.

He stood wearing his suit, the jacket was open revealing the slightly tight dress shirt underneath. His dark brown, near black slacks we perfectly fitted to his legs, he had a simple sunflower in one hand, and a pocket square the same shade as your dress sitting there for show too.

“Sam..” Blinking, his name was all that could escape your lips. You knew he could see the bruising, the discolouration that was in more than one spot on your exposed skin.

“That’s why you flinched when Twaine hugged you isn’t it. You didn’t get those playing with Paddy, he’s always been too scared he could actually hurt you. Where did you get them. Answer me. Where did you get them!” Sams voice was growing in strength, his face beginning to turn red. He was worried, scared for you. He needed to know what happened. He had an idea but he didn’t want it to come true. He didn’t want to believe it.

“He did it, didn’t he..” it was barley a whisper but you heard it, closing your eyes, you knew you couldn’t hide from him. Not now.

“Sam please.. not now.”

He shook his head in disbelief, you couldn’t even deny his claims.

“What the hell do you mean not now! If not now, when. Tell me, when were you going to tell me. Were you ever?”

Sam felt like he was losing his mind, he was meant to protect you. From ever monster, ever bad thing in the world. He swore he would..

You walked towards him, all that could be heard were the sounds of your heels clicking on the floor, Sams deep breaths and the swish of your skirt. Holding his face you stared straight into his eyes,

“I promise, I will tell you everything. Answer all the questions you want but please, bear please. Not tonight, not now. I’ve got to go out there and put a smile on my face and I know I can’t if you’re not okay.”

Sam couldn’t believe his eyes, here you were. The most loving, giving and selfless person he knew, in so much pain. He could see the pain that lay behind your eyes, the worry in the crease of your forehead. He knew that you were hurting, scared and broken but you needed Sam to be okay..

“Jace is hurting you and I swear, I swear to you. I will make him pay. Please tell me you are not going back to him.”

Sam’s eyes held so much love for you, his voice conveyed more emotion that you had ever heard before.

“It’s more complicated than that.. wait. Sam wait,” you pulled him back to you as he began to walk away from you.

“I need you. Please. I know it’s selfish and I know I should’ve told you earlier but please. I need you, don’t leave me.”

You were pleading every way you knew how, but he just shook his head.

“I’ve gotta go find my family. See you out there yn”

With a last look at you, Sam pivoted on his heel and walked out of the room. Leaving the lone sunflower sitting on the table at the door.

“Come on Angel, you still have a show to put on tonight.”

You turned away from the door, taking a few deep and shuddered breaths, you could do this. Be a ray of sunlight breaking through a dark tunnel. Be happy. Smile. Everything would be over soon..

tags: @upsidedownparker

#sunshine fic #tom holland imagine #sam holland imagine #tom holland #spider man #harrison osterfield #tom holland fanfic

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reelybadfnafocs · 4 years

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Rosemary The Fox

Meet Rosemary (NOT MINE ;))) )

Lmao….I like how you preemptively tagged this ‘Mod Bright’.

EDIT: Sheesh, I’m getting to this way late. I started reviewing this when I was sent in, but I have no clue why I abandoned it. Anyhow, I’ll finish it now.

Name: Rosemary the (pirate)fox

Oh no……my poor name rule…….*puts head in hands*….Okay but in all honestly I think they’re just having their fun here, I’m going to critique it to my standards but I’m a firm believer in things being alright as long as they make sense in context.

Age: 21 Gender: Female Species: Fennec Fox

With this reference image I’m a little unclear of whether this is a kind of AU or not, but it seems like she’s meant to be taken as an animatronic despite her being drawn in human forms. Which is cool! I think it’s cool. As such, I’m assuming the age listed is like…her mental age as an animatronic, and/or the age she died at (skimmed ahead a bit and this seems to be a case of ‘possessed animatronic’).

Also specifying fennec fox as a species/design inspiration adds a little bit of flavor here, despite her name simplifying it to just ‘fox’! I think it’s a good compromise between wanting a more exotic species for your OC and wanting a species simple enough for any child to understand.

Sibling: Emily Bunny/Sunny

Is Sunny another name of Emily Bunny’s or is it another person? It. Might be best to clarify this. Children: Stitched the Lion Ragdoll and Patches the Rabbit Ragdoll Height: 5 ft. and 8 in.

As a human or as an animatronic? Either way this probably works out! My first thought is ‘wow that’s a small animatronic’ but honestly it does make sense for her to be built smaller, and it’s been done irl plenty of times. Bio: When Rosemary was alive her name was Orchid Flower. She adopted Leona (Stitched) and Promise (Patches). She wanted children but she didn’t find anyone that she loves that much and back. (I’m assuming this means she wanted children but she couldn’t find a partner who she was willing to have children with. I do like this plot point, though I think it should be expanded upon! I’m not an expert, but 21 sounds kind of young for adoption, and she would’ve had to prove that she’s able to provide a stable life for these children and whatnot. I do also think there are some barriers that single aspiring parents struggle with when trying to adopt vs couples, so that would be something to write about too.) She was helping to design the animatronics for *Sugar Kitty’s Ice Cream and Pizza* and when the animatronics where built, she was showing Shimmer, Taylor and her sister Sunny. They were killed. (Who are Shimmer and Taylor? Who killed them? And how did Leona and Promise die? If they didn’t die with Orchid, what happened to them after her death? Did they go to another foster parent? Otherwise, I think this is a good set-up, and a good reason for Orchid to be at an animatronic restaurant - after all, she was designing the robots, and I don’t think it’s far-fetched for her to want to show people close to her her hard work in real life.) Orchid possessed Rosemary. Rosemary wasn’t intended to be a pirate it’s just that they didn’t have enough money for the hand so they made her a pirate. (I was going to question this but like. Yeah fair. It’s an easier explanation for her hand being missing than anything else, but there were some ways the missing hand could’ve been taken other than the pirate route (for lack of a better example, see Funtime Freddy. Was,, did he exist when this submission was sent in??? When was this submission sent in-)) After two years of opening Sugar Kitty’s was law sued by Fazbears entertainment because of Rosemary being a *Pirate Fox* like Foxy the Pirate fox. To avoid being shut down they kept Rosemary in her “cove”(their were being law sued for that too). (Yeah this makes sense.) She doesn’t comes out her cove except to say hi to the night watch. There was one time where she was repaired and had her left eye and hand. but it didn’t last. (Why didn’t it last? Was it before or after the lawsuit? Did they try to remake her into something other than a ‘pirate fox’? :thinking:)

Overall the backstory is lacking in detail but makes sense in general and has a lot of potential. As for my last point, I can definitely see her being fixed and the public just. Not having a good reaction to her character suddenly changing, so that might be why her being fixed ‘didn’t last’.

Personality: Sensitive/doubtful/ She’s sensitive, gentle but she could get a bit ruff. She’s the type of person that speaks in a sad toned voice. She holds grudges that she will never forget but person she has a grudge against wouldn’t even remember it but she’ll give them multiple changes. She walks around like she’s sad and has a storm cloud above her. She could be bubbly at times but that’s when she's trying her best to contain herself. She sometimes think that she doesn’t have emotions. When ever someone angers her she says all the bad things in her head. to best summarize it she bottles up her emotion

This section is kind of awkwardly written, but I get the gist. She’s sensitive and gentle but can get rough in certain situations. She’s generally a very sad person and it shows, and she’s quick to hold grudges for things that sometimes aren’t even important. It’s the trauma ™. I think this is a good personality description to start with, but as an animatronic OC I think it would do her some good to write out how she acts around children/how Rosemary (the animatronic) has been programmed to act around children. Has the programming been completely taken over by Orchid’s spirit? Does Orchid work together with the programming? These are some questions that should be considered, I think. Likes: She likes to isolate herself in her “cove”, she likes to draw even though she’s a *lefty* she would tie a pencil to her hook and draw, she likes to sing too, green, blue, flowers, music, plush toys, unicorns(fairytales), she likes to be around the people she’s used to

This is cute. <:) Dislikes: Moving she’s lazy but she might run around, people making fun of her, people whining, hard core gore

Yeah fair, but children are whiny. How does she act around them if she’s in a children-targeted restaurant? Powers/abilities: She has vines that comes out of her back. They only come out when she angry or she actually needs it. But when they come out it hurts her and. When she little angry they’ll only come out a little. But when she extremely angry they’ll come out all the way. But the problem is that most of the time her anger turn into tears. With the vines that has thorns she could extend them. When ever she gets sad thorns would grow on her face starting from under eye patch. They would grow as her sadness would grow. At any time she could summon a veinus fly trap and it doesn’t hurt. When she’s out of control the trap will convert her. When she’s happy or over came sadness roses, orchids or even any pink or red flowers.

How does this work? It could make some good sense with more worldbuilding but we didn’t get the worldbuilding necessary to justify these magical plant powers. Why does Rosemary have these powers? Did Orchid have these powers when she was alive? Is this somehow a part of the robot? Yyeah this should be given more thought.

Think of this what you will

(hey again Mod Bright)

Heheh. Hi.

Anyway, since there wasn’t an appearance section I’ll do some design critique down here-

The neon is kind of really bright! I’m not going to say it’s unpleasant to look at because I’m one of the few that actually quite likes these color schemes, but it feels like as a restaurant design it would be…unappealing to a wider audience. I do like the various alt designs, and I think Rosemary in general just looks super cute. The eyepatch is especially a nice touch! I like the heart. I didn’t get a fullbody of the actual animatronic form, so I can’t pass any judgement on that front, but aside from the neon green/teal I think the colors and outfits/accessories are really nice on the human designs! The pirate design in the middle is especially nice, as all the darker browns balance out the bright hair really well.

Honestly, what keeps me from passing definite judgement is the fact that there seems to be a lot of information and character building missing here that may or may not be present in other places- aka, not the source of this art. For all I know, the things I asked for more elaboration on have already been elaborated on in other posts from this artist!

But with that, I’ll bring my review to a close. Overall? Good character! I like her for various reasons, and I’m intrigued to learn more about her (and the world she’s in, as it seems it doesn’t conform strictly to the rules of the FNAF universe).

-Mod Bright

ps: i. would like to credit this image if possible, since i don’t think the person who submitted this owns this character (if the ‘not mine ;)))’ is anything to go by. i don’t usually have a lot of luck with reverse image searches, though, so if anyone wants to take a crack at it please do!! i’ll edit this post with the artist when i find them.

Thank you, and have a wonderful 2020!

#2 much neon #Mod Bright #Review #submission

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bangtanfancamp · 5 years

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the Devil wears Gucci-Part 3

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▪︎series Masterlist

▪︎Kim Taehyung x reader(featuring Kim Namjoon)

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•Enemies to lovers au, fashion industry au, loosely devil wears Prada au, f*ckboy au, fluff, romance, angsty banter

As the dedicated personal assistant of the genius mind behind House of RM, the empire that rules the fashion industry, your world is turned upside down the day Namjoon personally asks you to train his newest hire- the eternally insufferable opposite Kim Taehyung.

(Not my photo. Credit to vantaeholic)

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(Tae’s lunch || Tae’s POV)

I used one of my fries to poke the others around my plate, trying to figure out how I’d screwed this up all ready. I know I tend to joke around a lot, but it always seems to put women at ease. Things go better when they’re laughing. And whose day isn’t better for being flirted with?

I just had to work for the one girl who got pissed off by it. Everyone likes me. So what was the problem? Even the women at the cafeteria here liked having me smile at them or tell them how beautiful they were. Women liked that kind of attention, right?

Everyone goes through their day trying to impress the world around them, but everyone else is so wrapped up in themselves that they never even see them. I see it. I see how long the girl who took my order spent trying to cover up her freckles with her makeup, so I told her how cute they were. I saw how tired the woman who gave me my change was so I told her how much her eyes sparkled in this light. I noticed how nervous that cute girl across the office was so I smiled at her. What was so wrong with that?

Why did ____ have to look so disgusted with me all the time? I was just having fun. Life is hard enough anyway. People want to laugh. People want to be told they look good. And so what if I get a date out of it or someone invites me home. We’re all adults and we’re allowed to have fun. No one needs to be that serious all the time. And God, she worships that maniac, doesn’t she?

She got so mad when I mentioned it though. I thought girls liked talking about their crushes, but... maybe ____ is more private than I thought. Maybe I took it too far. It’s just so infuriating how she talks about him. She’s just so wrapped up in praising god Kim Namjoon- she made it so obvious that she had a thing for that egomaniac. I thought she’d finally laugh with me or at the very least blush and elbow me in the ribs, but she looked….i don’t know. She looked hurt. I think I crossed a line I didn’t mean to.

God, it’s barely been a day and I’d wrecked the only good part of this job. I noticed her the second I walked into that office. She got to me in 2 seconds flat. That hair, those legs, the way that skirt hit her curves- it made want to wrap my hands around those hips and bend her right over that jerk’s desk. God. I was already gone the second I laid eyes in her...

But then when she looked at me and I saw her face….she was beautiful. She’s quick and clever and obviously good at what she does. Everyone here seems to get along with her. I like ____. Honestly, she seems pretty cool. She’s just stuck on that douchebag. But hey, some girls are are really into that whole power and authority kink. Who am I to judge?

I just didn’t think there’d be any harm being vocal about things since everyone seems to think I won’t last here very long anyway. Might as well shoot my shot while I can, right ?

I slid my hips down in my seat and raked my hands through my hair. This place would never be my first choice, but it didn’t seem that bad, I guess.

There were things I’d much rather be doing with my time, but I’d do it for my mom. Anything for her. My stupid uncle in her ear caused this whole mess. At the end of the day, all of this was his fault for meddling in my life anyway.

Chin propped in my hands, I looked out the hundredth set of floor to ceiling windows I’d seen today wondering how long I’d even have this view when movement in the corner of the room caught my eye. It was ____. I felt myself starting to smile just because she was here. Maybe we could get on the right foot now and she’d loosen up a li-wait. She looked like- like she’d been crying. The skin beneath her eyes was puffy, and the light she’d had around her earlier seemed.... dimmer. Her teeth were clenched, her chin set extra high as she walked my way, white knuckling the tablet in her hands. She looked pissed. But calmly so, which was honestly scarier.

Crap, I really stepped in it this time, didn’t I?

I quickly scrambled to stand up from the table, but she pulled out a chair instead and sat down beside me. Folding her fingers together on the tabletop, she cleared her throat and looked up at me, challenge and grit lacing her gaze.

“Have a seat please, Mr. Kim.”

For the first time in a long time, I had no idea what to say, so I followed her instructions.

“I’m glad to see you retained enough information from our tour to have been able to find this place. That’s a good sign at least. If you already have the layout down, I’ll brief you on what a basic day here looks like. Tomorrow Namjoon will be returning from a charity gala in Miami. On a typical morning, he is to be greeted with his hot coffee of choice, typically an extra hot hazelnut latte with an extra shot of espresso. Not two shots. Not three. Just one. Trust me, he’ll know. He despises soy milk and has an almond allergy so no fancy milks unless you’d like to be wearing it as an accessory for the rest of your day. Now that is a normal day, however, when he returns from a red eye flight, he expects to be promptly greeted with the first step of the juice cleanse from the Buddha bliss juice bar down on 7th so he is not visibly puffy during any press work for the day….”

She rattled on like this in detail for the next 15 minutes and it finally started to sink in who the real power at house of RM was-_____. Sure Namjoon pulled the big levers, but she made sure he never fell apart and that seemed like a super power all by itself. She knew every like, dislike, allergy, pet schedule, dry cleaner, exercise schedule, person to kiss up to, person to avoid...And she knew every contingency to tweak things for so he didn’t go off the rails and downsize half a department for their assumed incompetency just because he was sleep deprived and jet lagged off a red eye after being dumped by his latest high profile fling.

Not gonna lie- it was extremely impressive. And kind of hot. I don’t know if I’d ever seen a girl that strategic and smart. She really knew what she was doing. How she managed to be three steps ahead of the world's youngest self made man was a fearsome thing to see. The way she analyzed all these situations made me wonder if she was analyzing me too, but I didn't think on that for too long. She didn’t romanticize him this time. I noticed that. Just laid out all the facts as they were and how to troubleshoot for all of them. It was like watching a master explain chess strategies, and I respected it.

But at the same time, it made me wonder. Just how much of a man-sized brat was Namjoon? it was kind of disgusting how much the man needed to be coddled honestly. How easily everyone accommodated his massive ego. It definitely didn’t help me hate him any less.

“So!” She resolved, tapping a stack of papers against the tabletop to level them out.

“I realize that was probably an onslaught, but you have to dive straight into the deep end to stay ahead here. Any questions?”

“Yeah, just one: what time do you get here every day?” I leaned forward on my elbows, searching her face. She seemed caught off guard by my question, quickly trying to rearrange her expression after feeling like she’d been in control for our entire conversation.

“Just before 7am. I try to beat Namjoon here so I can prepare things for the day. It doesn’t always work though. It’s almost like he sleeps here sometimes.”

“And what time do you go home?”

“On paper? 6pm. In reality? I’d say typically 10 on a good night. Somewhere between 11 and midnight on his particularly temperamental days.”

Holy crap. Was she serious? “Last question.”

“Okayyy…” she pulled back from the table, body language screaming discomfort about where I might be going.

“So, if you’re here- how many days a week?”

“Five.” She answered succinctly, tone clipped. “Unless we’re approaching a deadline for a project- then weekends become mandatory too.” Jesus.

“And any holidays?” I add. Her gentle face is steely and guarded. I wouldn’t trust me right now either, dollface.

“Of course not. But there often is more work to be done than that accommodates so I usually come in anyway.”

“Uh huh. Right. So! Let me get this straight- you know what? for your sake, let’s even round down some. Let’s say, you’re here six days a week, working anywhere from 11-15 hour days. At minimum, you’re working well over at least 15-20 hours of overtime PER week with no vacations— which is not only unethical, it’s illegal. All for the glorious empire of Kim Namjoon. So. Riddle me this-when do you ever get to live your own life?”

Silence.

She dipped and furrowed her eyebrows at me. I could see her lashes fluttering as she scrambled overtime to come up with a defensive answer for me. I settled back in my seat, arms draped behind my head, knowing in some weird way, that I had won.

“You’re beautiful. You’re young. This can’t possibly be the way you want to spend all your time. Tell me-When was the last time you slept in til the sun woke you up? The last time you had a Netflix marathon in a grubby old T-shirt with dorito stains on your fingers and a giant glass of wine? Or! even went out on actual date for that matter? Why are you here wasting your 20’s away in this place running Namjoons company for him and getting none of the credit?”

She gaped, beautiful mouth struggling open and shut like a fish freshly yanked out of the water. I couldn’t tell if she was furious with me or just lost. It didn’t look like she’d ever asked herself that before.

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll do my job here. I’ll do what you ask. But do me a favor and think about that. It’d be such a shame to see so much beautiful potential go to waste.” I pushed off from the table to stand. I felt my chest swell- I had the upper hand again. “Now, I believe you mentioned something earlier about finding me a desk space upstairs. Shall we get started on that? I’ll need a pleasing environment if I’m expected to slug through all of Namjoon’s nonsense on a daily basis. The closer to you, the better.” I started to walk away, not waiting for her but knowing in my gut she’d follow. She wasn’t the only one allowed to have a mic drop moment.

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Part 4

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Thank you guys so much for reading til the end and visiting my little corner of the internet. I am SO excited about where this series is going. I started writing one of the last chapters first and have been going backwards to figure out what happened to get us there and- you guys- I can’t wait for you to see!! Should I try to come up with a regular upload schedule?? Let me know. ✨

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chubsjiminiie · 6 years

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Bʀᴇᴀᴋ Mʏ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ 🌙 pt. 6

~тaeнyυng х reader~ yoongι х reader ~ ~ ties

~ prev || next

a/n: uhhh idk what this is tbh. its a bit of a mess. but ill post n e ways lol

requests are open

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Your days seemed to drag on for the rest of the week until Friday came. Usually throughout the day you had Tae either texting or facetiming you with random questions, or even showing up to your place just to be in your presence. But this time it’s like he’s avoiding you or he has better things to do than to update you on his daily adventures. Having too much pride, and lowkey insecure, you don’t reach out, you don’t want to feel annoying or clingy.

The screen in front of you displays a marvel movie, wishing you had your best friend next to you because he loves superheroes and movie marathons. You were sat on your bed with a bowl of popcorn, candy, and a couple beers pre-gaming for the night. Normally people pregame with friends, but what are those? (lol jk). Yoongi was actually on his way to your place, he said you should show up together to catch everyone’s attention. It wouldn’t be a big deal because you were just friends but now everyone knew about your kiss and they were curious where it was leading to.

You grabbed your nearly empty beer can and swallow whatever was left in one gulp. As you get up to throw it away theres a knock at your door and you make your way to open it for the one and only Min Yoongi.

“Oppa!” You say as you open the door, raising your arms up.

He smiles and chuckles at your enthusiasm, “Babe!”

“Ugh. It’s bad enough I blush through text over this little nickname, you had the audacity to say it in person,” you start walking to the trash can.

“I like seeing the little pink in your cheeks when I fluster you,” He walks in and grabs one of your beers.

“Hey Hey! You’re driving, no more than 2 beers.”

He nods at you and he sits down, “So are you going in these little hello kitty pjs or.. are you going to change?” He stuffs his face with popcorn, “Personally the hello kitty speaks to me... she’s like family.”

“Well Min Kitty, I can’t decide what to wear... I want it sexy but comfy.”

“Lets go to your room and see what you have. I’ll judge the sexiness and you can judge the comfiness.”

You look around your closet trying to find some cute tops but you feel like everything is too boring and you want to catch Tae’s attention tonight. Yoongi sees your frustration and walks up to your closet and starts grabbing random pieces he sees. He lays them down on your bed and looks back at you almost like your mom would do when you were 5. You chuckle at him deciding what’s good and what isn’t. His hands reach up to a satin black dress with lace trim and he holds up to you with a gummy smile.

“This one. The material makes it all sexy but because it’s not too tight you can still move around freely and have fun,” he winks, “I should be a stylist instead of a producer.”

You laugh and grab the dress and ask him to leave so you can finish getting ready. After adding accessories and makeup you walk out to not keep Yoongi waiting. As soon as he sees you, he gasps and compliments you as much as he can and smiles like an idiot. He grabs a hold of your hand and leads you out to his car.

You arrive at Tae’s and you feel a slight bubbling in your stomach, you were excited to finally see your best friend and talk to him. Walking into the front door you see the usual scene from every party, couples scattered along the walls making out or dancing, groups taking shots and laughing, and your best friends in the kitchen talking. Holding Yoongi’s hand you walk to them to begin your little game and to have fun.

“Mom and Dad!” you yell over the music and run to hug the new couple, Namjin.

“Hi sweetie. You look so good!” Jin says and winks.

“Thank you Oppa,” you smile.

“Hi Bunny and Chims” you reach out to hug them.

“Taehyungiieeee opppa why have you been missing?” You say and try to hug him.

“Y/n-ie, I wasn’t I just got really busy and I forgot to text you,” He returns the hug but quickly going back to his position and scratching is head.

You pout at him and grab a cup to begin your drinking. These boys always seem to make some sweet concoction of alcohol to get everyone drunk faster. This time it looked like fruit punch and a lot of vodka. Taking a sip you make a face of how bitter it was and Tae giggles.

“I made it this time. Jungkook usually adds more juice to hide the amount of alcohol but I drank the other fruit punch.”

“Mmm. It’s not bad,” you smile and clink your plastic cup against his.

You decide to stay by him and try to talk to him and see what comes from it. His lame excuse of being busy not being enough to dismiss his actions. You stood there talking into each others ear updating what has happened during the two days which doesn’t seem like much but you had gotten used to him so it felt like 2 weeks. You start to giggle at him telling you he bought 5 new ties to add to his collection and they’re all the same color but in different shades and different stitching patterns.

Soon theres an arm wrapping around your wrist and you turn to see who it belongs to... its Yoongi oppa. You smile and go back to your conversation but Tae looks a little put off now and kind of seems to distance himself.

“I thought you guys were just drinking buddies. Isn’t he being a bit too touchy?”

“Tae, he’s my friend. Anyone of the other guys could do it and it’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah but he’s kissed you that one time and who knows how many other times that I haven’t seen.”

“It was only once. It didn’t mean anything...”

“hey want to go dance for a little. he seems a little jealous if i take you away he’ll get even more jealous,” Yoongi leans in to your ear.

The thought lingers your mind for a second because you’re not sure if it’s worth it. But he grabs your hand and nods over to where the make shift dance floor was and you let him lead you away from the kitchen. Turning your head to Tae’s direction you see him drink what was left off in his cup and start to pour himself more.

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Yoongi’s arm was tightly wrapped around your waist, his hips moved to the way yours did, allowing you to take the lead. You could feel his breath on the back of your ear as he moved your hair away from it and whispered to look to your left. There stood Tae all alone watching you as you danced with Yoongi. Your eyes meet up and you can’t but put on more of a show and get as close as possible to Yoongi. He senses your intentions and gently turns you to face him, his goofy grin on display as he winks letting you know he’s taking the lead now.

You move your bodies along to the beat and start to move in closer. His eyes move from your eyes to your lips and he mouths “Can I kiss you?” to which you only nod your head in agreement. He leans down connecting your lips and it feels like two soft pillows against yours. It felt like you melted into him as you opened your lips slightly to deepen it. Still grinding up against each other the kiss seemed to get more sexual than you anticipated as you feel something hard near your stomach. He pulls away and looks down to his growing... problem.

You giggle, “Seems like Oppa got really into it today..”

“Shut up. I hate you. I’m going to go hide forever and possibly cry,” He pouted.

“It’s okay Yoongi oppa. I’m getting tired let’s go back to the guys.”

The little show you put on seemed to drive Tae away as he was no longer in his spot and instead with a really pretty girl. You couldn’t help but feel a little sting on your heart because nothing was working, your little plans didn’t do anything to him. He kept doing his thing and even trying to score his girl for the night. Yoongi held your hand and took you to where your friend group stood playing beer pong with each other and getting drunk off their asses. Hobi oppa was nearly falling on his ass every time his turn came up, Namjoon was too drunk to play and just holding onto Jin to keep his balance. You wanted to pay attention and enjoy the moment but your eyes kept searching for Tae. From a distance you saw the top of his head, the blonde hair very clearly standing out from the rest of the crowd.

He was laughing and had his arm around the girls shoulders, he seemed to be doing his usual flirting. He looks at her and at the stair case nodding his head up. He wants to bring her up already to his room and get it over with. You sigh and look back your friends.

At this moment you could be a bad friend and cockblock, or you could be a good friend and let him get his dick wet. OOORRR you could eavesdrop until you break your heart hearing them have sex.

I mean I guess you’re down to hurt yourself because you start walking up to them seeing as they start going up the stairs. As they’re halfway up you stop at the bottom of the stair case wanting to give enough time to not get caught. Walking up, you feel your heart pounding. You almost convince yourself to let it be but you want to see it with your own eyes. In the last two years of knowing him, you’ve seen him talk up girls and have his fun with them but never settle for one. At first you didn’t care what he did, you had your fun too and had a couple hookups. But the more you got closer, the more you knew him for him, and not just a fuckboy, you realized he was amazing. Every beginning to a hookup you witnessed tugged at your heart but you ignored it as best as you could. It didn’t help that every single one of his adventures were told back to you in detail because you were his best friend and he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

You make your way up to his door to listen in on his conversation. Pressing your ear against the door you make sure not to make any noise. At first it’s all giggles and feet walking around his carpeted room but no sounds of kissing or sex. Weird, you thought. You thought a man like Tae would get right to it as fast as he could to get rid of the girl faster.

“Oh! Do you wanna see my closet? I have these ties that are so cool,” you can hear his enthusiasm through the door

Oh god. Is this his game? you thought

“Sure. Let’s see them.”

For a fuckboy he really a baby boy that needs love and attention.

“So this one is actually one of the favorites, I usually wear it when the temperature is just right... I call him 46,″ He says and you know just the tie he’s holding. Its a dark grey one with yellow stitching and a nice stripe pattern with other tones of grey, it’s the one he wears the sun is exactly 46 degrees to the left.

He’s such a dork. Ugh i love him.

“What about this one Taehyungie...” She says with a bit of lust lingering in her voice.

“Oh that’s the one I wear when... I’m about to have a lot of... fun.”

“I guess you better put it on then..”

Gross

You step away from the door disgusted yet surprised at his lack of game. You make your way back down and look for Yoongi, you’re ready to leave. Almost as if he could read your mind he walks up to you.

“Someone looks ready to leave.”

“Oppa, I just heard Tae get a girl by talking about his ties... Is this how men are nowadays. Is this what I should prepare myself for in the future?”

“If you want to be with him then, yes. But men nowadays are more straightforward; he’s a dork and a dumbass.”

Yoongi and you get in his car and begin to drive off. Your thoughts run wild at how stupid you are to even listen in on his private moments but you couldn’t help but be an idiot and a bit nosey.

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ultimatescenarios · 6 years

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Ahh, this blog is my life hhhh NDRV3 boys trying to braid their Fem! s/o’s hair, please?! It’s just because I’m a sucker for Kaito

YES!! I AM SO ON BOARD

This is what I’ve been missing in my life.

I’m very glad to hear you’re enjoying the blog! Though I’m sorry you gotta put up with my writing-I’ll just post this now before I go to sleep as an apology for making y’all wait for so long!!

- Mod Kaede

NDRV3 Male Cast trying to braid their Fem!S/o’s hair

Shuichi Saihara

Silence. He says nothing; he’s too busy concentrating on the parted sections of your hair.

He’s very careful not to pull or tug on anything that’ll lead to your distress. Which sounds sweet but he’s acting as if one mishap could lead to you shattering like glass.

He has no idea what he’s doing. There’s a reason why he likes keeping his hair short and not needing to style it. And the fact that he’s attempting a classic french braid isn’t helping at all. That’s what he thought you wanted, so he’ll do his best.

But is now lost in the strands of flaking hairs that just won’t stay put. “How do girls do this every day?” He now feels like girls are some superior being. He had no idea how difficult this was to do, “And you have to do this by yourself!?”

He asks so many questions, from “Is this okay?” to “This doesn’t hurt, does it?” and of course, “It’s not too tight, right?”

His fingers get tangled in your locks countless times during the entire venture. All you can hear coming from him is an amalgamation of winces and apologies.

And by the end of it, you’re given a sloppy, french braid that looks to be like you’ve slept in it for two days straight.

He’s apologizing profusely.

K1-B0

He insists you let him braid your hair. As long as you’re willing to, of course. He would appreciate the experience and chance to experiment.

If you offer to help or explain the basics he stops you short, informing you that he came prepared and has downloaded and analyzed many tutorials prior to this session.

He even asks what kind of braid you would like, even though he would like to attempt several.

Depending on how much static your hair collects, his electric-circuiting shocks you a few times.

It’s not unyielding irritating, more like an electrified jolt that pulses through your scalp and down your spine.

It’s a little relaxing after you get used to the feeling.

He takes his time and is acting very nonchalant about it.

It’s his first time trying this, he’s never had any previous experience. But you’re surprised to see it’s reasonably neat, nowhere near professional though, but considering the struggles he encountered using his stiff robotic hands, he didn’t do such a terrible job overall.

Before you have a chance to look at the entire finished product or even thank him, he’s untying your hair and brushing through it to try again.

You better grab out something to keep you busy. You’re going to be here for a while…

Kaito Momota

Either of you could have suggested the idea really, but after seeing how pretty you looked in braids he wanted to give it a try.

He’s a little rough but isn’t exactly ripping out chunks of hair, just indirect tugging here and there that makes your head sway in all directions.

His hands are fumbling and he’s so confused. Your hair keeps tangling within itself somehow and he’s not helping the situation with the loose grip he has on the sections of your hair.

At some point, he started sticking his tongue out of his mouth with the amount of focus he was putting on such a small task.

He even struggles with finishing the hairstyle. Yes, he continued until the last strands of your hair slipped right off his hands and ruined the whole braid. He was so close to finishing it too.

He’s a little annoyed since the two of you have been sitting here for almost an hour. Which was mostly him trying to figure out how to braid hair without any tutorials…he was beginning to get the hang of it. And proud of that too.

So proud, in fact, he tries again, brushing through your hair with his fingers, whether you try to persuade him to use a brush or not, he claims one of his most repetitive lines: “Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars, doesn’t need a brush OR tutorials!”

You must admit his energy and attitude towards what can be a tedious and annoying chore at times, is very cute, and admirable in a way. So you let him have his fun.

Even if he turns your once luscious and unique hair features into something that could be mistaken for a bird’s nest. He’s too much of an adorable dork for you to stay or get mad at. Just admit it.

Rantaro Amami

He knows a few tricks about braiding hair. He was never any good at formal braids but could basic and fishtail braid like a (not-self-proclaimed) pro.

It’s due to his 12 sisters who insisted him, specifically, do their hair for many years. Since he was closest to his sisters in comparison to his half-brothers.

So he’s decently confident with his skills and is sure he’d be able to style a braid in a way to compliment your features.

He gathers a few accessories to add to the mix or aid him in this quest. From bobby pins to decorative clips, he’s got some ideas already festering in his mind.

He brushes out your hair carefully and almost pampers you through the entire crusade as if you were in an overly affectionate beauty salon. Having placed you on the floor with him behind, you should have known some cuddles and kisses would happen eventually.

He’s very calm while piecing your hair together in two, over-the-shoulder fishtail braids. Talking to you like he normally would since it’s almost become a second nature for him to multitask like this.

When he’s finished… Well, you react to the braid however you do, but as much as you might hate to admit it, he does a better job at braiding then you do.But with added accessories accustomed to your skin-tone, preferences and physical features of course it looks pretty! Prettier then it probably should!

Kokichi Oma

He’s seen couples in relationships do this for fun online. You already know he wants to try it for himself.

He doesn’t even notify you of it happening. All you were doing was minding your own business and like a beauty ninja, he’s sitting behind you and brushing your hair thoroughly before parting it into sections…more than three sections at that.

If you dare question it… “Nee-hee-hee~ No peeking, S/O! My talents don’t just end with being an Ultimate Supreme Leader, y’know?” …or even try to get anything out of him about what he’s doing or plotting there’s no chance he’s going to spill. And if he were to, how can you be sure he’s not lying?

So whether you give in or are too stubborn he plays hard to get. “Geez S/O~ If you’re gonna react like that, what’s the point?” And after reacting however you do… “O-KAY~ You’ve persuaded me!” (Literally however you react, whether you remain silent, make a fuss, apologize, get flustered or death glare the brat with a ‘I’m-not-putting-up-with-your-shit-ouma-and-you-know-it’ attitude… god does he loves messing with you)

He’s not the most gentle about it. And you can feel a weight growing above your head…yeah maybe it’s not the best idea to let Kokichi try to braid your hair…

If you try to get a glimpse of him, he’s wearing one of those terrifying smiles that screams devil’s child.

He whines that you were trying to peek and is forced to start again. Blaming you. It’s entirely your fault. Sigh.

When he’s finally done messing with you, you finally get to see he decided to give you a waterfall twist braid.How he has the skills to do this is beyond you.And cough he may or may not have been googling how-to-braid the entirety of the previous night OR been practicing on himself cOUGH.

Korekiyo Shinguji

He’s surprisingly good at braiding hair. He’s had experience styling his own hair in the past. Whether it be for the sake of art, beauty, creative mind, experience or an understanding.

And from the fashion research he’s done in the past about human’s and their trends…let’s just say he knows a lot of different styles and techniques.

He asks if you had a preference and if not he will happily give you a style that will suit your face and frame.

He asks you to wash your hair before hand to get the best experience and outcome from this, whether you go through with this or not is all up to you.

And thanks you for the opportunity to braid someone else’s hair for once.

He takes quite a long time to prepare your hair. Brushing through it at least a few 10 times and clipping away parts he doesn’t wish to get in the way.

He has to pause during the session multiple times to take notes. On how you react, to how it feels being on his end, he even asks you questions during moments of massaging your scalp, tugging on the strands and so forth. “It’s for research, S/O. A passionate Anthropologist must get accounts from those within society to get a better outlook of the entire spectrum. And since this is a rare encounter I must document every precise detail.”

When he finally gets along with it, he doesn’t struggle as much as you’d think through his bandages. Over the years he’s grown accustom to their feel and how to utilize his senses.

It takes time, since he wanted to test his skills (and take so many notes). But once he’s finally finished and your neck and back are killing you from resting in the same position for over an hour. He outdid his previous attempts at braiding and gave you an inverted fishtail braid.

Ryoma Hoshi

How you got him to do this. I don’t know. But he’s braiding your hair anyway. Well done S/O.

He goes with the simple and standard braid. Whether he intended for it to be loose is for him to know and only him.

You have to do most of the work, like combing your hair. And while he doesn’t know why you want him to do this, he goes along with it anyway. Eventually confessing “It’s things like this I missed while in prison.”

Admittedly he enjoys fiddling with you locks. It’s a strange sensation he hasn’t really experienced since he prefers to keep his hair extremely short.

He goes silent at some point. You didn’t for the room to go quiet, but really he almost gets lost in the feeling of your strands of hair. You wouldn’t know it of course. The expression he’s gained after many years of enduring what happens within the walls of a prison has made it so he’s unreadable.

But the fact that it takes him about 30 minutes to give you a three strand braid gives away how much he was enjoying pampering you in such a way.

He’s talking himself down again, unsure why you wanted this in the first place.

But it looks nice. The amount of looseness around the back of your neck makes it feel like it’s not even there. It’s comfortable and because it’s tied together won’t get knotted or caught on anything.Oh and! It perfectly fits on both of your shoulders and doesn’t irritate your beck at all! Ifitslongenoughofcourse seriously, love this boy!

Gonta Gokuhara

He doesn’t know what he’s doing. You might think he would…but there’s a reason why his hair is so…natural.

His robust hands don’t help the situation either. He’s struggling to traditionally braid your hair. And apologizes for the amount of times he needs to start all over again.

Eventually he settles with giving the hair around your ear special attention and gives you a small braid that almost blends into your hair.

He asks so many questions. To keep a conversation going and to know what you would prefer.

He decides to add in some flowers he recently picked in the meadow. Just so the braid appears more apparent drowned in your locks.

He’s very new to this, so please have patience with him. He’s very glad you suggested this. And what kind of gentlemen would deny a lady of such a lovely wish?

It doesn’t take him long to finish the single braid. And he’s so happy with the end result. But the fun isn’t over yet. He gets a little carried away with tucking in pieces of flowers and natural greenery.

He wants to try again. He’s so eager about it too. You’re making him rethink his own hairstyle…maybe the two of you could match? Couples often match with each other, right?He’s not finished btw. practice makes perfect, so you know whenever you want/need your hair braided he’s gonna offer to do it for you.

also since the English localization is popular with a lot of the English fans I’ll just write my future prompts in correlation to the English localization to lower chances of confusion.

Unless some demand the Japanese quirks (Ouma using the honorific ‘chan’ for everyone, the original laughs {i.e Nishishi, Kyah-kyah-kyah, Kukuku}, Tenko’s pun of MENace, Angie/Gonta/Tenko’s speaking mannerisms, etc) feel free to lemme know! I’d be happy to add such details in!especially since the eng localization has been brainwashing me to the point where I almost forgot Tenko’s pun … her PUN

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givemesomeseoul · 6 years

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Wonho Route Part 3

You didn’t mean it...

Why is there a thunderstorm today of all days? All this loud annoying ass thunder. Curse this gosh damn hangover! I mean for crying out loud why did I drink on a fucking school night? You had a little too much to drink last night with your girlfriends and ended up passing out on your living room floor in a giant cuddle-fest mess. HyunA was in her bra and panties, Hani had no pants on and was drooling on your furry area rug and, LE had thrown up a little bit in the kitchen sink (good thing you did the dishes) and fell asleep with her head buried in HyunA boobs. They left at 8am to head to their respective businesses which in turn woke you up. Your first class wasn’t until twelve but you decided to wake up early and make yourself breakfast to help calm your mind...and stomach. As you checked out what was in your kitchen to eat you glanced at your phone and saw a notification.

“Wanna hang out this weekend? Maybe something a little more...romantic this time? Winky face?!” You read the text out loud to yourself and felt your heart thump at the suggestive winky face.

Does he like me or something? Is that what’s happening? No...no. I will not do this to myself. Not until I’m sure. I’ll go out with him again but, I will not get all love-struck and hurt myself if this isn’t what this is about. You were having a stern internal monologue as you prepared your breakfast. You closed your texts and started watching Korean makeup tutorials on a very low volume (because hangover). Before you knew it, it was time to go to class with...him.

…

You slowly sat down at your bench and blankly stared at your phone. Wonho then walked in and sat down at his bench next to yours. You got a text from Wonho again.

“Hey you ;) How are you?” He was eagerly looking at you with his big brown puppy eyes which made you smile despite your misery. You texted him back with a coy smile.

“Hey you lol. I’m ok. A little hungover but, alright. How about you?” Wonho chuckled to himself and looked at you with a smile of disbelief.

“You got drunk on a school night?! XD” You teasingly scoffed audibly as you rolled your eyes at him.

“It just sort of happened for your information. I invited my girlfriends over and we got a little carried away. You should’ve seen the cluster fuck of disaster we were in this morning lol.” Wonho laughed out loud making people turn to look at him. He meekly bowed his head in embarrassment. You covered your mouth and quietly giggled to yourself making Wonho turn to you and playfully glare at you. You waved at him but stopped as the professor began to speak.

“Afternoon class.” The professor was wearing bright pink glasses with equally as bright matching lipstick. It was so bright on such a cloudy day it made your eyes hurt to look at her. Then again it probably had something to do with the hellish hangover. “Today I want you to get in your groups and continue working on your project. If you have questions ask me and each other for help. Get to work.” Everyone began standing and shuffling to their groups while Wonho cheerfully made his way over to your bench.

“Hi.” He was smiling at you super obviously and it was a little overwhelming since your group members were watching. You avoided eye contact and used your awkward “professional” voice.

“Hey. So um...are we ready to get to work? I did some more sketches yesterday and played with different fabrics and colors. I was thinking of some ripped hot pink fishnet stockings with a pair of metallic lavender shorts and then a pastel color off the shoulder crop top with a silver pentagram on it and maybe outlining it with some black glitter. For an outfit like this, I think some crazy high white platforms with some bold buckles on it would be a good choice. Then add some more chains and metal with the jewelry and accessories.” Everyone was nodding as you explained some of your ideas then one by one everyone shared their ideas. When Wonho’s turn came you tried to pay extra attention.

“So my idea was a unisex tunic/dress sort of thing. I was thinking of having it as a pale pastel sky blue with some white lace details or trim or something. Then maybe to add to the unisex factor it could be paired with a pair of ripped jeans of some complementary pastel shade like a light gray denim or maybe even white and then a pair of rave-style platform boots in some out of the box shade to made it a little edgier.” Everyone was nodding and intrigued by the idea but all you could think of was.

Oh my goodness, he used the color scheme of what I was wearing on our date yesterday. How cute!

“Why do you want it to be unisex?” A girl in our group raised the question with a slightly pointed tone.

“Well, I think it would be kind of cool. Fashion is becoming more inclusive especially in western countries. It’s trendy to push and blur the lines of gender with your fashion so I think goth and pastel would be perfect for that. You know that Tumblr aesthetic that’s on the rise.” Everyone exclaimed impressed with his reasoning including you.

Wow~ he’s so cool and professional. He must really keep up with what’s trendy to draw inspiration. Also...he uses Tumblr?!

“So how about now we each pick one of our sketches to be our final design and then start talking construction.” Everyone exclaimed and nodded in agreement as they flipped through their sketchbooks. You decided to go with your fishnets and shorts idea and, Wonho picked his unisex dress/tunic outfit. After everyone picked their outfits the group started talking about what fabric to use and how to get a hold of the shoes and accessories when your professor spoke.

“It seems like you guys have a lot of dialog going on which is always good if it’s about the task at hand like I hope. I’m gonna start walking around and talking through your ideas so be ready to fill me in.” Your group was all set for when she came over. When she finally made her way over your were actually excited to share your ideas.

“So group three. Show me whatcha ya got.” Wonho spoke up first and explained his unisex tunic/dress idea which seemed to also intrigue the professor. “Sounds very interesting. What’s the inspiration?”

“Well, the idea for it being unisex I got from western fashion and Tumblr with how now the younger generation likes to blur the lines of gender with what they wear. The colors I got from a date I went on actually. The girl was wearing this really pretty sky blue dress with white sneakers and it was just so perfect for that day I wanted to use it for this.”

Aw. He told her about our date...more or less. You were touched and could feel tears kind of welling up in your eyes but you reminded yourself you were in class so don’t cry like a lil’ bitch. The professor nodded with a slight smile brimming with intrigue.

“I like that a lot actually very edgy and trendsetting. I think you should give it a bit of a torn flowing train and maybe something a little corset like in the front to add to the gothic aspect. A little more attention to detail and I think it could work pretty well.” Wonho nodded and politely thanked the professor for her feedback. “Now onto you. Show me what you got.” You began to explain to her your idea with the fishnets and the metallic lavender shorts and the crop top the professor simply nodded. “Ok well I think this is a good starting point but, it needs some more tweaking. I think the top could be a little more on the sleek and sexy side of crop tops instead of a baggy eighties style crop top since we want it to have a gothic modern look.”

You nodded. “Ok, that makes sense.”

“I also think maybe having rainbow colored pastel fishnets would be a little cooler with maybe a little silver or black glitter. Keep the rips though I love that. I do have to say I don’t think a stretchy fabric is the way to go on those shorts. I like the metallic lavender idea but make sure the fabric itself is also gothic and flattering. Ok? Good job though I love the ideas especially with the accessories and shoes. Can’t wait for your next draft.” You nodded and could feel your heart slightly sink. It’s not that you didn’t like the criticism or that you’re bad at taking it it’s just that you weren’t expecting so much of it when you worked so hard.

Was it really that bad?.....

You were overthinking everything and could feel your mood getting worse. When class finally ended you just wanted to run away. As you walked out of the room with a long face Wonho sped up to you and nudged your arm.

“Don’t beat yourself up. She just wants to make sure you do your best and I mean she did say she liked it.” You looked at him with a slightly irritated glaring expression.

“I know. It’s not a big deal. No need for a pep talk...” Your tone was very agitated especially as you grumbled towards the end which seemed to hurt Wonho’s feelings quite a bit.

“You just looked upset so I-” You stopped and looked at him.

“Look I get it but you don’t have to. It’s no big deal. It’s fine. She gave constructive feedback. Please just back off a little. You’re not my boyfriend so just leave me alone and stop smothering me.” You then put on your headphones and walked away leaving him standing there sad and confused.

“...We could do something fun... to cheer you up like go look at some street art or…something...” He lowered his eyes as he softly spoke after you left.

I don’t care if it was a little harsh I just want to be left alone to think...I need to focus on this project because clearly, I’m off my game running around after him.

You didn’t mean it...

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worldcakecakecake · 6 years

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Good Luck Friedrich

A series of video diaries by Isabella Beilschmidt for her baby brother, Friedrich, where she details and explains the lives of their hectic family.

Video 4.2

The three were already in deep sleep. Analiese drooling away, Heinrich and Alessandro at either side in their own lean towards her. They seemed to be guarding their younger sister, hands holding tight to her car seat making sure they could keep a protective hold. Feliciano couldn’t keep his eyes away, a sweet smile full of adoration towards the scene. It had been the only time he wore his usual smile in the day, Ludwig noticed. No matter the turns, the views, the stars, or how the moon shone tonight, nothing could keep Feliciano’s eyes away from his three children. Ludwig knew, for he had kept watch waiting for when Feliciano would turn to properly speak to him. Once he finally did, with a sigh, finding for once relaxation in the ride, in the familiarity of reaching the rise to their valley, Ludwig arose the question that had been on his mind since he saw the drop on Feliciano’s expression when Arthur gave the announcement.

“What are you thinking about?” He simply asked as he turned a harsh curve.

Feliciano was hesitant, embarrassed, biting his lips so adorably, hands fidgeting and trying to word himself correctly.

“I know you said we shouldn’t worry about this, and they are in fact still…children and babies but…. they’re growing up.” That sadness, that turn once again to their three kids, taking to heart their full cheeks, little noses, mouths, feet, and their innocent calm. “I miss…having a baby around the house.”

“Analiese is just one…and I still consider her to be my baby,” Ludwig actually pouted, part of him refusing to admit that she was nothing but for now.

“But she’s already walking! She soon won’t want me to hold her anymore."

“You don’t know tha"

“It happened with Heinrich.” And that memory still hurt him deeply, how his oldest twin happily ran off the moment he learned, wanting this new testing so much he wouldn’t dare let either his papa or vatti stop his thread, pushing them away to keep exploring the halls of the house by himself.

“And yet he cried and wouldn’t let you go that first day of kindergarten,” Ludwig reminded and Feliciano knew he shouldn’t be smiling like he did, not when he actually wanted his babies to grow and learn to depend on themselves…but never stop loving them, never stop those childish laughter, wonders, babbles, their glow in their eyes whenever they saw their parents do something other worldly for them.

“Like I’ve told you before, yes, they will grow up, but we will be there to see it happen and I can assure you,” he let go of one of the hands on the wheel, taking Feliciano’s in his, a squeeze warm in love and promise, “that they will always love you and want to give you all the hugs and kisses you want, no matter how old or how far they go.”

Feliciano smiled the sun, bringing his other hand to entangle with that same one. “As they will you,” Feliciano assured him, brining Ludwig’s hand to his lips as a thank you for his words.

“I don’t know about that."

“Don’t say that!” Feliciano slapped his shoulder playfully. “Of course they will!”

“You know I can be a little harsh sometimes. I’m always the one punishing them and making them cry whenever I start glaring.” It hurt to cause this to his own kids, but they still needed to learn some discipline.

“You’re just watchful and want the best for them. They will see that as well. You’re an excellent vatti and I’m so lucky to have you as my mate and to have given you these wonderful children,” Feliciano smiled in definite assuredness, looking back to them, to the shine that made Ludwig glow along with the moon and then out the window, to the stars, to a new idea, to a new wish.

“And…I would give you more,” he threw, he tested.

“More?” Ludwig still questioned what was becoming obvious.

“Ludwig…” he had been thinking about it for some time now, distant in his mind, perhaps a daydream, perhaps just a far-off wish, but these last few days just assured him his want. As he looked back to the three children, just as Alessandro gave an adorable stretch trying to make himself more comfortable. Feliciano couldn’t dream of anything being more perfect than the love he gave to his children…and how wanted more of it to give.

“I want another baby,” he finally said, wistful, dreamy, an undertone of seduction that was enough to bring colors of different emotions to rummaged through Ludwig’s body. The grip on the wheel became tighter, but he still drove on dutifully, a smile, a glow in his blue eyes to match along with the stars in Feliciano’s love stricken mind. He breathed, he gave that image in his mind its own life. Another baby, another child, twins, a girl, now an extra to add to the family’s laughter, union and adventure. Quickly he agreed, quickly he was already planning, adjusting payments, room plans, accessories, toys and he hadn’t even given Feliciano his answer yet.

“All right,” in just an alighted tone that showed to Feliciano just how excited he was himself about this new decision.

Feliciano had marked his next heat with the symbol of daisies on the wall calendar, an interesting thing that had Heinrich questioning as he gazed to that particular filled square.

“What’s that for, papa?” He asked, pointing, immediately expecting his answer.

Feliciano had just finished picking some real daisies from outside for the table when he passed by, not minding in stopping, leaning and offering a nuzzle into Heinrich’s little head.

“Your vatti and I will be making something really special that day,” he explained innocently.

“Special? What kind of thing?” Big brown eyes still begged to know.

“You’ll see in due time, Tesoro.” He kissed his head lastly before settling off, humming a joyous tune and leaving his Kindergartener still as confused.

Alessandro and Heinrich were well tired out, spread and snoring loudly in their beds. Analiese, with a good lullaby, soon fell into the same slumber, Ludwig tucking her well into her cradle, blankets over her and a last soft kiss to the curls on her head. She gave only but a silent laugh as a quick reaction before the comfort overtook her and settled her into dream. Ludwig made sure to close the door gently, leaving him and Feliciano to the loneliness of the dim lighted halls, silent, a beautiful night, Feliciano’s medicine wearing and about ready to have him craving and begging. Once Ludwig was sure nothing would stir, he turned, his hand outstretched, enough invitation in his eyes and Feliciano accepted and fell into it.

A kiss, breathless, arms wrapped tightly around each other, starting their exploration, their growing warmth, leaning, Ludwig daring to dip his love. In that lost of their leaps to their growing union of heat, Feliciano raised his legs to wrap well around his hips, strong, maintaining him stuck to his mate as he then moved them to the privacy of their room, their door closed and leaving their passions only for themselves, in that room where they created and brought life anew.

“You’re…pregnant?” Feliciano was incredulous.

“Two months in. Antonio and I found out just a week ago actually,” Lovino admitted, quite a calm, a huge contrast to the time he found out he was to have Augustino. Feliciano gave a short chuckle, remembering his nervousness, shouts, his refusal to stay seated and not pull his hair out.

He watched through the kitchen window, where his nephew, now nine years old, acted out some sort of pirate heist with his younger twin cousins. It seemed Analiese played as some sort of treasure since she wore all these fake gold chains and jewels and Augustino refused for Heinrich and Alessandro to reach her. Augustino kept her well distracted with her plush dolls and cooing from time to time.

It was all so adorable and it brought an incredible kind of warmth that not even the coffee he drank could give. “I’m so happy Lovi, and I can’t wait to already meet this new little one. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. Ludwig and I will get you gifts and-”

“You don’t have to do that, Feli. Antonio and I can deal well enough. You and Ludwig could use all that extra help for yourselves,” he seemed to scold. “Really, twins and you still settled for having another one. Only you two can be crazy enough as to have more,” he groaned unaware and Feliciano had to hide his revealing smile into his coffee mug.

“Is that the reason you came to visit?” Feliciano was curious.

“In part…but Augustino had insisted. Antonio and I got some days off, and well, to be honest, I really wanted to see my nephews and niece.” He smiled so genuinely as he saw them play, something he did more often after having kids.

“And…” he blushed, “I guess I wanted to see you too.”

Feliciano was just about to shout and jump over the table to hug his adored brother, but it was just as Ludwig and Antonio entered, both holding the bags from their grocery shopping.

“I assure you we got everything!” Antonio declared.

“What took you so long though?” Lovino still maddened.

“You didn’t exactly give us a short list,” Ludwig reminded.

“And he had to make constant checks." Antonio seemed clearly annoyed by the many times they had stopped in the aisles just so Ludwig could stay all the minutes he wanted counting and striking.

“As long as we get to have some bruschetta and polenta, we should be happy and relaxed,” Feliciano tried to calm before it could get too rowdy.

Someone was about to comment, but it was interrupted by Augustino’s sudden rush into the house, quick in taking a grasp of his parents.

“Papa, papa, quick, you have to help me!” He pleaded.

“What’s going on?” Antonio questioned, already worried.

“Heinrich and Alessandro are almost to the jewel, and with it they can get the treasure from me! I need somebody to be a merman and a vicious pirate!” He tried to pull them already into their roles outside.

“Augustino, Tesoro, we still have to-” Lovino tried to release, but his son’s grip was too strong and determined highly.

“It can wait! This is an emergency!” Augustino fretted.

Antonio was the first to give up, sighing but continuing with a smile, the thing to have Lovino join in as well with his own grin outside to the backyard, ready to play and star in the children’s fantasies. They left behind Ludwig and Feliciano to chuckle, organizing the groceries and getting what they would need for their soon big dinner.

“Lovino told you?” Ludwig asked, organizing some ingredients on the counter.

“About being pregnant? Yes, he did. Antonio told you?”

“Mhm, he got embarrassingly excited.” Ludwig still grinned recalling how Antonio seemed to fly through the aisles.

Ludwig started mincing some of the ingredients, while Feliciano took to watching his family by the window, still finishing his coffee, not holding back his grin at all the occurrences, such as Heinrich claiming their pretend jewel, Alessandro defeating the vicious pirate, Lovino mock crying over the death of his beloved, Augustino still strong and defending the treasure, Analiese. The toddler was still too distracted in her dolls to really pay notice on what was going on around her.

As Ludwig thought he did enough of his part, knowing that he should leave the majority of the cooking to the Mediterranean, he washed his hands and quickly dried, to have them ready to wrap well around Feliciano, resting his head on his shoulder to leave kisses on his neck. Feliciano gave some moans, moving his head back to give more skin for Ludwig to take, his hand then grasping and cradling the gold of his hair. Ludwig let his own hands traverse Feliciano’s torso, taking in the softness, his voluptuousness, his delectable form that had him tempted to take him upstairs while the rest were distracted. It suddenly stopped once his hands reached his stomach, taking the newly formed bump, adjusting himself and settling on swaying with Feliciano on the spot, reddening, happy and excited.

“Did you tell Lovino?” Ludwig asked, his hands now dear on that small little bump, nothing noticeable to others yet.

“I didn’t know how to,” Feliciano admitted.

“Why?”

“He’s pregnant too, Luddy. He’s excited, he’s happy, I feel like I’ll only be taking his spotlight. He deserves to be getting all that attention.” He didn’t mind, besides, it wasn’t like he had any other family members to tell this to and celebrate…Lovino did, let him enjoy from those festivities and praises.

Ludwig sighed, “he’ll find out sooner or later.”

“We can wait a bit more.” It was decided, silence between them as they saw the little show through the window.

It was enough that they were happy, that they were expecting, and that joy can be radiating in the shelter of this house.

The video zoomed at an old picture, specifically that of a newborn baby wrapped well in her blankets and beanie, in peaceful sleep, all her little details caught perfect to the point that it somehow made Isabella feel awkward. The photo was dated May twelfth, only a week after she was born. It was framed in one of the many walls decorated with pictures of the family, right next to one of the very first day she had arrived to the house. In that very picture she was surrounded by the twins, helping Analiese to carry, at the time, their newborn sister.

“You were so cute…why didn’t you stay like that?” The camera shook as Isabella slapped her sister’s shoulder for the comment.

“What are you talking about? My bella is a bella always.” Feliciano came down that instant, a tired Friedrich in his arms, embracing his girl and placing a warm kiss on her head.

“That reminds me, why was it that you named me Isabella?” she asked curiously.

“I always liked it. Told myself I would have a little girl with that name. Sometimes I wonder why we didn’t give it to Analiese."

“No, I like having it!”

“Then it was destiny that made forget at first.” Another kiss and he was off to sing a lullaby that could hopefully get the baby to sleep.

“So yes, I was planned, in a time where almost everybody else was having babies."

“Are you talking about how you, Clara and Rose were born practically at the same time." Alessandro just had to peek his head in out of nowhere. Isabella decided to ignore him, turning the camera and herself away from his direction.

“The rest of us were mistakes!”

“Hey!”

“How dare you!” Analiese shouted this time.

Isabella in turn laughed.

“Hey guys, guys, guys, guys." Harsh rushing footsteps echoed across the halls and in quite an odd excitement did the eldest appear, wide in his stance and such a large smile on his face that most thought was surely hurting him.

“What the hell is going on that made you this excited?” Alessandro questioned.

“I made a map!”

The rest just stared on wondering what could be exciting about that.

“Just come on!”

To have their brother practically skipping the halls in excitement, they were swayed to agree and go see it.

As told, Heinrich had set up a giant map of Europe, small squares showing other places around the world, different places pinned with notes in a beautiful cursive writing that surely only Heinrich could understand, which made this more confusing. The eldest brothers were all now seated, bored but expectant.

“Okay, so you have a marked map here. What for?” Alessandro was the first to question.

“You see,” and that very moment he took out a pointer, stretched professionally and pointing to the very first spot in Switzerland. It was the University of Zurich. “I have spent the entire week gathering and researching every possible university candidate for us and had organized it all with their curriculums, world rankings, best professors, opportunities, programs, accommodations, and distances, train and air fares for papa and vatti when they come to visit, ‘cause you know how sentimental they can get.” All the while he kept producing more piles of papers, sticky notes, even notebooks…and this was just for universities in Switzerland and Austria. As the eldest gazed on, they noticed universities of Germany marked, especially interested in Munich. He even marked many in Italy, the main interest being Rome.

“You included Iceland,” Analiese noticed.

“Anyone else surprised at the fact that he checked universities in Chile?” Isabella pointed.

“I even have South Africa,” Heinrich said happily, then picking his notebooks concerning that country.

“This is too much. My head hurts.” Alessandro was at the verge of crying.

“Oh come on Aless, we have to be this ready to make the decision for next year."

“Exactly…next year! It’s way too early for this!” He rubbed his hands over his face to hide it all. “I mean…I’m not even sure if I want to study outside of Switzerland."

“You could always go to Austria."

“…I’m not that fond of Austria as you are.”

“Not even for Marco?”

“Don’t drag him into this."

“What’s all this?” Ludwig questioned, entering the household after his usual routine at work. He settled keys, jackets and bags in their usual place before heading over to the living room to notice Heinrich’s display.

“Heinz is seeing what university he wants to go to,” Isabella said.

“Vatti, it’s crazy! He has everything planned to the last detail, and he’s including a lot of universities from around the world! He even has some from fricking Japan!” Alessandro maddened.

Ludwig remained still, an expression that none of them could really pinpoint as he took in the real details of what exactly his eldest had done.

“Son…this is amazing!” He ended up complimenting, coming close to really take a better look of it all. “Ah, I didn’t think you would add Germany. I almost went to study in the University of Munich,” Ludwig remembered, adoring every information, everything he wanted his son to be sure of.

“Really? What happened?” Heinrich was truly curious.

Ludwig went oddly silent.

“Alessandro, you should really take a look at this and make a choice for yourself as well. I believe your brother did an excellent thing by getting all of this.” He then started looking through Italy, taking a clipboard from the University of Bologna where Heinrich had circled all kinds of degrees he was interested in, even making guesses for what Alessandro and even Analiese would want.

Alessandro murmured something under his breath, rolling his eyes, standing and facing another direction, ready to leave.

“What was that?” Ludwig glared with scold.

“Nothing, nothing, I’m just going to my room,” he angered, stomping away up the stairs.

“You’re being a little immature, Aless. Come on, let’s look at the University of Venice now. I don’t think their sports program is good, but they offer a good culinary degree,” Heinrich followed behind.

“Geez, Heinz, can you seriously stop?” Alessandro shouted.

Their discussion continued faintly into their room, Feliciano catching parts of it as he made his way down, having just put Friedrich down for a nap.

“What’s wrong?” He asked those he met with in the living room, halting in shock when he saw the large preparation that had taken place in one of the walls.

“Amore, no, this is too much. You’re going to drive them crazy!” Feliciano pleaded to Ludwig.

“I didn’t actually do this,” Ludwig defended himself.

Feliciano couldn’t believe it, turning about, hoping that either Analiese or Isabella could tell him the truth.

“He didn’t,” Analiese said.

“Heinrich did,” Isabella announced.

Isabella was glad that she captured Feliciano’s startled expression in camera. He turned towards all those papers, universities, notebooks, sticky notes and pictures, in a way impressed, but in another heavily concerned.

“I swear I didn’t help him either,” Ludwig had to say before Feliciano got any other ideas.

“This is all Heinz,” Analiese made sure.

“Mio dio…” more did the concern show. “This is the most Beilschmidt thing I’ve seen him done.”

Both the girls started laughing.

“Excuse me?” Ludwig seemed insulted.

“Not in a bad way but…this is just something you would do, Tesoro.” The innocence in his mate’s eyes made him lower whatever angered impulse he was about to showcase.

“I-I-I…I’ve never been this excessive,” he blushed, looking away and hoping that Feliciano wouldn’t remember anything that could criminate him that moment.

“Caro…” Feliciano turned his face in such an adorable way that left Ludwig defenseless for what was coming. “You once made a binder this big-” he raised his hands to show it, even to his two girls there, “-scheduling and detailing everything leading to Isabella’s birth. You were so obsessed with it you didn’t even let me put clothes that weren’t on it.”

“It was precaution! Besides…it was just a binder.”

“Should I tell the girls what you did when you planned our trip to Geneva?”

Ludwig paled and froze.

“Oh god…” Isabella worried.

“What did he do?” Analiese turned curious, leaning and being ready to hear.

“He-”

“Please, please, liebling, don’t do this.”

Feliciano was his rare unmerciful self.

“He acted out what each of us will do in the trip and made notes in a notebook I actually still keep.”

“He…acted?” Analiese was finding it hard to believe. The image of their strict and large alpha father acting out people like Feliciano, Alessandro, Analiese, and Giovanna, was just something out of a crazy dream.

“What the hell, vatti.” Isabella hadn’t stopped laughing even at the expression of dread and embarrassment in Ludwig’s face. “How did he do it?” Isabella managed to say.

“I can show you…I still have the videos!” Feliciano raised his cellphone proudly.

Both the girls started shrilling and made way to look at the recordings, easily moving past Ludwig just in time for Feliciano to hit play.

The video showed him sitting upon his bed, with reading glasses, note and pen, Feliciano giggling as he tried to copy Alessandro’s speech. “If it’s not official Salzburg, I don’t want it. Now, where’s Café du Remor, I was promised Ice cream.” Which lead to Ludwig adding a schedule to visit as well as reminding to mark it on the planning map.

“But Vatti, it’s a green cat! I have to get the green cat!” “You have enough dolls” “Not a green cat!”

They all lost it with Ludwig trying his best at Giovanna’s squeaky voice, which was of course ridiculous. Their laughs haunted Ludwig and the continuing recording even more. This meant that even Friedrich will be a witness to this and probably mock him in the future as well.

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