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solluxander · 2 years
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To go back to my fish emergency post: Recently came home to find my betta horribly tangled in java moss and being eaten alive (thankfully only the fins) by my amano shrimp. I should’ve considered the possibility of his long fins getting tangled but this is my first time having an aquarium like this (planted and all) instead of cheap less than 1gal crap as a kid.
Orion lost more of his fins as I had to carefully free him from the java moss and thankfully he’s recovered his energy. I put him in a spare 10gal I have (Need to prioritize other things over a new betta tank so it just sat for a while). I moved him because rhe amount of java moss in my tank + the shrimp had started to hunt him and it’s easier for me to move him where he can be alone and recover peacefully. Put his favorite driftwood and plants in a mostly bare tank, as well as his floating log and leaf hammock. I’ve since gotten aquarium salts, a general cure medicine, and today some Kanaplex. When first adding him to the spare tank (alone) he had trouble floating upright and almost no appetite. Since then Orion’s been very active and has been spending a lot of time exploring his mostly empty tank and searching for food. I’ve also added instant amazon to soften the water and insert tannins to make him more comfortable.
I’ve gotten Kanaplex because today I noticed when examining his fins that he’s started to develop fin rot. I’ll be testing the water today in both tanks but I assume he’s only got it because how vulnerable the accident with the moss and shrimp made him. Besides that he seems happy and healthy. I’ll have to figure something out for my amano shrimp, though.
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velkia · 10 months
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do you think a 'the little mermaid' au for alhaitham and kaveh would be fun? who'd be the prince and who'd be the mermaid!!
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I've been thinking about it for 2 days...
The most inspiring for me would definitely be an AU where Kaveh is the mermaid. He would be a talented architect from the undersea.
During his youth, his mother fell in love with a human from Fontaine, and turned into a human to live with him. Kaveh was left alone. He then began take an interest in the human species, going to the surface to interact with them, studying their culture, especially their architecture, their food…etc etc. After a while, the humans of Port Ormos would appreciate him so much that he was asked to renew the structure of the Port.
One day, he noticed a beautiful student from the Akademiya sleeping on the beach, a book in his hands. His name was Al-Haitham. They became friends very quickly, meeting there as often as the could.
The heart of Kaveh began to be flooded with a strange feeling towards his friend. He wanted to spend his days with him, laughing, discussing...cuddling.
But they'd never be able to live together, and he knew it. Unless he became human.
He and the student worked on a project together: "Decoding the Runes and Architectural Philosophy of the Ruins of King Deshret's Civilization". Kaveh actually used this project as an excuse to ask Al-Haitham to help him to find a way to become human. Then their fallout happened.
Since this terrible event, Kaveh didn't return to the surface, even though people asked for his talent, until…
Dori.
She asked Kaveh to design her famous Palace of Alcazarzaray. In exchange, she'd turn him to a human. He accepted, was given two beautiful legs, then…you all know how it turned out.
Al-Haitham offered him a room. Kaveh felt both relieved to be given a shelter and shameful that his no-longer friend saw him in such a pityful state.
An architect mermaid with nor home, nor fins, nor sea.
Time passed, their relationship started to improve. However, Kaveh missed the undersea, and Haitham noticed it. Thinking his friend would be happier if he returned to the sea, he found a potion to turn him back to a mermaid. He gave it to Kaveh, who eventually just spilled its content to the floor (he'd clean it later don't worry).
Yes, he felt miserable. Corals, seashells, fishes...how much would he pay to swim among all of that just once again. But nobody awaited for him there. He would never be as loved as he was on the surface there. And above all...
He'd never feel more home than with Haitham.
...
Nevertheless they managed later to buy a magnificent aquarium for Kaveh. He would sit in front of it during harsh days, an ocean of stars flooding his eyes, while Haitham would secretly observe him.
Aaand, that's it! Sorry if anything seems weird, I'm french but I do my best with english. owo
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justkennadi · 3 months
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What the boys got you for christmas 😍🎄‼️
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Notes: Just a little something for christmas 😭👍🏾 i haven’t written anything else lately cause of work but that armin angst is still coming! But yeah, still merry Christmas!
Context: The following aot boys x black!fem reader. (not proofread😭)
Warnings: fluff aside from couple of cuss words and mention of getting high on plug!connie’s part
Characters: Armin, Eren, Connie, Jean and Reiner Bonus!: Nerd Armin and Plug!Connie
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Armin:
- Armin is so sweet.. From the moment u met him u knew he was a soft bookworm with a kind heart. He asked you to be his on valentine’s day by writing a letter confessing his feelings.
- You were happy to be his fr and you were really excited when y’all’s first christmas together came around.
- You got him this limited edition old dictionary, one of those fake aquariums from the 2000s, a fancy microscope and the entirety of his favorite book series.
- However when Christmas came and it was his turn you couldn’t have been more surprised.
- He got you multiple cute chanel coats and purses, a box of your favorite chocolate, a box of miss dior and an entire macbook😭😭😭
- “ARMIN?!?” You exclaim. “Since when ever was you rich????!?”
- And the boy just smiled at you and said he saved a bunch of money from his job but you didn’t really believe it.
- He also spent the whole day watching christmas movies and taking taking cute pictures together with you😚❤️❤️
Eren:
- You and Eren got officially together on Halloween after a party so you guys were still kinda new and tryna feel each other out.
- You knew he liked working out so you just got him some gray sweatpants, some protein crap and one of those flannel hoodies.
- This boy ended up getting you some uggs and one of those “The tote bag” bags and a bunch of bath and body work stuff
- He even got all your favorite scents, aw❤️
- Eren acted like he didn’t always listen or pay attention but he clearly was the whole time and it made your heart melt🥹
- Eren didn’t wanna do the sappy shit he did but he sure wasn’t gonna show it right now so he just hopped on the game and you happily watched for the rest of the day.
Connie:
- Connie and you spent yall first christmas together as not really a couple but that weird talking stage thing. You still counted tho cause you might as well be his gf🤷🏾‍♀️
- Connie was a goof ball fr so you didn’t really know what to get him. When it came down to the serious emotional stuff y’all just joked yall way out of it and so it was this weird limbo ish going on
- You settled on a nike jacket and a gift card to his favorite restaurant. You felt so bad cause it seemed like bare minimum but Connie was excited regardless!
- He said it’s the “thought that counts🥰😊” and all you could say after a few seconds was “Moral of the story headass..” and yall just busted out laughing
- Connie ended up getting you the brown faux jacket you saw and wanted from burlington, some pearl earrings and a necklace and a visa gift card with-
- “How much money is on here Con?”
- “$500.😗”
- WHAT?!!!2!@/
- You were expecting $50 or even $100 but $500? Half a band?
- “Yeah i didn’t know what to get u so…😗have fun!”
- You hugged him so hard and accidentally said he was the best boyfriend ever but when you pulled away to quickly apologize he just shushed you and said, “Anything for my beautiful girlfriend😌..”
Jean:
- You and jean got together in the summer after school let out. Jean didn’t talk much like Eren but he was a goof ball like Connie especially when he was around him.
- You didn’t have much to work with embarrassingly. It was gonna be y’all’s 6 month anniversary on christmas but you barely knew a thing about him!!
- You ended up getting him some polo club cologne, airpods and a plain black hoodie.
- When Christmas came around you received some jewelry, some of the makeup you use and a cute brown fluffy teddy bear 🧸❤️
- Y’all had a very chill christmas, Jean wanted to go for a walk so you went with naturally and y’all ended up witnessing a beautiful sunset❤️
Reiner:
- You and Reiner got together in spring. He asked you out by bringing you a bunch of flowers in a bouquet which was definitely on theme for spring time..
- Reiner also stayed to himself a little bit more but he was more open with you so you had a good idea of what he liked.
- You got you and him some matching pjs to wear for the holiday. You got him a couple of books since sometimes he would read, a fancy shaving kit, a couple of turtlenecks and a photo album of you guys first year together❤️
- You were really proud and happy of your gifts but then you saw he didn’t get you anything other than a bunch of replacements for the hair products you use.
- “Hold on i think i put your other gift over here….close your eyes real quick..”
- You sighed and closed your eyes. You prayed he wasn’t gonna put anything together out of nowhere. You were kinda disappointed but it was ok.
- You heard shuffling and then you could tell when he was right in front of you.
- “Ok, open.”
- When you opened your eyes yoy immediately took everything back.. what you saw was a kneeling reiner on one knee holding a gorgeous diamond ring 💍😍
- For christmas he gave you a proposal!!!
- Even though it was kinda early, to be honest you two were talking for a lil minute anyways so it still felt like proper timing.
- You guys planned your wedding for christmas eve as spent the rest of that day cuddling with him watching Christmas themed sit-comes
Bonus:
Nerd!Armin:
- You knew Nerd!Armin since you two were kids and over time feelings developed.. then it naturally blossomed into a relationship. It was kinda weird because as you two grew up you guys just slowly became girlfriend and boyfriend.
- Nerd!Armin had always been a bit brainy and a major science fan so it wasn’t hard to get him anything at all.
- You got him a brand new pc, plentyyyy of books especially the sci-fi types and some weird graphic tees.
- He smiled with his braces and handed you a louis vuitton purse that had some louis vuitton jewelry and perfume inside. Also a soft blanket with your favorite design/character on it, Dior makeup items and chocolates.
- “Where did you get the money to buy this? Cause all i see you do is watch youtube and science shit-“ You questioned in surprise.
- “Stocks..”
- You just shrugged cause you had no idea on what he was talking about but you were just happy this silly brainiac was yours for the holiday 🫶🏾
Plug!Connie:
- You and Connie started off as any other plug and customer. But then Connie started to catch feelings and by like August of this year he asked you to be his.
- He was very protective of you so by the time the holidays came around no one knew you two were a couple.
- He would always spoil you too with shopping sprees and paying for you to get your hair and nails did 💅🏾
- It was hard to think of what he’d want cause he could literally buy anything he wanted plus he didn’t really talk about himself much
- You settled on a couple of hoodies, one of those vape shark jackets and a game for his ps5.
- He ended up getting you a whole ass black Audi r8.
- Your jaw was on the floor 💀
- “Con, what the hellll..”
- “What? Y’don like it?”
- “I do but literally how??”
- “Ion know😗.”
- “Boy-“
- Connie never told you how he did it but he had proof it wasn’t stolen at least so 🙄
- He also got you a giant teddy bear and a new iphone.
- You kinda felt like your gifts were not the best compared to his but he assured you it was fine and he was grateful to have you regardless. ❤️
- You two ended up spending the rest of the day getting high and watching weird christmas movies no one talks about .
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ariachaos · 5 months
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hello!
Can you make Yuji and Choso's little sister?
i love this idea! so cute <3
ʸᵘʲⁱ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵒˢᵒ'ˢ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢⁱˢ !!
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being yuji and choso's lil sis includes...
you spent most of your life with yuji and your grandpa, went to live at jujutsu high with yuji when your grandpa passed away, and met choso during the shibuya arc.
it was genuinely a rough time for yuji, having to take care of an entire child and manage school work at the same time, but he didn't mind! you weren't the fussiest kid in the world, and taking care of you wasn't too big of a deal in his eyes.
it definitely got a little easier when he moved into jujutsu high where there were more people to help take care of you and watch you when yuji was busy.
however, you were depressed and lost for a long time after yuji "died" and didn't come back after a month of being undercover, which meant that megumi, nobara, and the second years had to team up and work together to keep you alive because you stopped eating on your own.
even nobara didn't complain about your behavior because your only brother, who was the only source of comfort and safety you had for your whole life, was gone. of course, maki got frustrated a few times, but she never was mad at you. she was more upset at herself for not knowing how to get you to feel better.
gojo also played part in taking care of you by taking you to aquariums and places that kids your age might enjoy. he even took you to see some movies in the theatre, but it didn't quite make you smile like you would if you were with yuji. he knew it wasn't enough to make up for your losses, but it wasn't going to be long before you saw him again.
he did feel bad for keeping you away from yuji, but he really needed the secret to stay a secret. he even made yuji's hotpot meatballs for you, since it was one of the few things you could actually stomach and keep down.
by the time you see yuji again, you were not letting go of him for anything. no one could pry you off of him until yuji sat you down then and there on the floor while you cried in his arms like no tomorrow.
and after seeing the whole interaction between the two of you and how much a little kid like you relied on a "dangerous vessel" like him really made the kyoto students feel bad about planning to kill yuji and everything.
mai was especially stung by the scene, remembering how much she used to rely on maki whenever there were curses nearby. she was the first one out of all of her classmates to hesitate on killing yuji, even when their principal planned to go through with it.
she knew that if they killed yuji, you were going to be heartbroken probably beyond repair if someone had to tell you your brother died for a second time. and honestly? she's not heartless enough to do it.
another one who was particularly hung up over the realization that yuji was a brother, was noritoshi. he himself has brothers, but he wasn't particularly close to them. even so, seeing siblings treat each other with love and care really made him think if killing a loving brother like yuji, who clearly didn't look like he was one to purposefully hurt others, was worth it.
but regardless, yuji comes out of the goodwill event fine and dandy, but now you have a token brother named todo. good luck.
now at the time you see choso, you were in hiding near wherever yuji went. you had practiced a special skill with gojo that could make you "invisible" to enemies, even though it did cost a bit of your cursed energy to keep it up for a long time. you managed to weave and dodge attacks until one of choso's attacks got too close to you and choso had the feeling of death getting too close to him.
mind you, yuji and you almost died at the same time, so the feeling of death for choso was twice as bad. which is how the two of you come to realize yuji isn't the oldest. and since then, you haven't really walked on your two feet for an extended period of time.
why?
well, choso was hellbent on keeping you off your feet and carrying you everywhere because you're so tiny and need to save your energy for when it's really dangerous and when the two of them really needed you to run away from the scene.
and you were relatively off your feet until yuji's fight with yuta.
now, you were hiding during the time choso was fighting mr. rat (aka naoya), but when you saw yuji's corpse, the spell got undone and you went spiraling into a breakdown.
which... kind of seemed pointless because at that point, yuji wasn't dead, he was unconscious, but he clearly looked dead with how he was being dragged.
and lord, yuta felt so bad.
he's an older brother himself, bro couldn't just watch you cry so hard with a straight face.
so with choso's reluctant permission, he held you until yuji woke up and tried to get you to stop crying so he wouldn't start crying (i'm 99% sure this man would cry if he made a kid cry)
by the time yuji wakes up, you're sobbing your little heart out, choso is borderline having a meltdown, and yuta is a sneeze away from crying.
regardless of the things that happened, i'm sure everyone can tell yuji and choso are the type of brothers to spoil the living hell out of you.
they don't care if they're poor, they can use gojo's card for that.
they won't let you walk for a long time on your own if they can help it. they'll carry you everywhere, make sure you're safe and alive in their arms.
out of the entire series, these two are probably the brothers who'd want you to die after they do because they can't find a life without you in it worth living.
excuse me while i go cry
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ofoceansandtombsanew · 4 months
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this might be weird to ask on a writing blog but do you have any manga recs?
yeah i got some recs! i'm gonna assume you mean less talked about titles rather than more well-known but quickfire popular recs i have are: chainsaw man, fullmetal alchemist, jjba, fruits basket, jjk and hell's paradise. but onto my other recs:
seinen
children of the sea**: a troubled teen named ruka embarks on the summer adventure of a lifetime after meeting two boys raised by dugongs at her dad's aquarium in the middle of a mysterious event taking place in the ocean.
the summer hikaru died: it's been months since yoshiki's childhood friend and secret crush, hikaru, went missing in the mountains for a week. hikaru's the same as usual, with his jokes and silly rambles and yet, yoshiki can't shake the feeling that whoever came back from that mountain, it wasn't hikaru. much to his horror, it wasn't. but rather than face reality and grief, yoshiki decides to play along with "hikaru's" act (body horror)
dorohedoro**: in a world where there are humans and magic users, humans have it rough being virtually treated as second class citizens. day after day, year after year, magic users come to the human realm to experiment on them with their magic. and after having his head turn into a caiman, kaiman, wants to get it back in blood and have his true form restored (body horror)
witch hat atelier*: in a world full of magic and witches, it's always been normal human girl coco's dream to be one. but after accidentally discovering a truth of this world and her mom getting caught up in the spell, coco becomes an apprentice of witch qifrey. (it was recently announced there's an anime in the works!)
skip & loafer**: desiring to become a government official to revitalize her hometown in the japanese countryside, iwakura mitsumi's first step to accomplish this goal is by going to a uni prep high school in tokyo. she's got a foolproof 10-step plan to boot! but of course, life hardly ever goes as plan, not even for a prodigy (mc's aunt has great trans rep)
jousei
sign of affection*: as someone deaf all her life, yuki has dealt with discrimination in both small and broad strokes. nor has she ever experienced romance. this all changes when she meets backpacker itsumi, a guy who goes to the same uni. just as he opens her world, she opens his
debu to love to ayamachi to***: after waking up in a hospital with no memories to her name, plus sized yumeko is told she is there after surviving a suicide attempt. the thing is, yumeko isn't sure why when she's just so beautiful! with a strong desire to live life to the fullest, yumeko decides to do everything the past her was to afraid to do. all the while it is revealed that her suicide attempt was more of an attempted murder... but who could have wanted to kill her?
my love story with yamada-kun at lv999**: nothing is worse than getting cheated on especially after akane invested a lot of time and energy into her shitty ex's gaming hobbies. but through gaming, not only does akane find herself healing, she managed to get herself a pretty cool boyfriend too
NANA**: 2 women, 2 different lives, 1 name shared. komatsu nana is quick to fall in love and after a series of less-than-lucky relationships, she finally has someone she thinks is the one. abandoned by her mother and her ex leaving her band, osaki nana hasn't had the easiest life. but on the same night, on the same train, these two women meet and their lives become deeply intertwined
shoujo
a condition called love*: when it comes to romance, hotaru's never experienced it besides stories of her friends relationships. but she soon finds herself about to experience the whirlwind of a lifetime when hananoi, the most popular boy in school, asks her to be his girlfriend
a bouquet for an ugly girl***: as her class' resident big girl, hana isn't expecting a blossoming spring in her high school career. and she's okay with that. she has everything she needsー otome games and gardening. but after her class' pretty boy catches her in the midst of changing the class flowers, their lives become a bit more intertwined
uruwashi no yoi no tsuki: yoi is quite popular at her school because of her neat short hair, beautiful face and overall princely appearance. in fact, it's gotten her dubbed 'prince' many times. but when the other prince of the school finally meets her, cupid's arrow quickly knocks him on his ass
shounen
frieren**: a manga that picks up after the journey has ended. the demon king has been defeated and the heroes have saved the day after 10 years of traveling together. 10 years? that's not even a 10th of elf mage frieren's life. but as her companions begin dying one by one of old age, she finds herself desiring to learn more about humans and the short yet impactful lives they still manage to have
dungeon meshi*: when a dungeon raid goes terribly wrong and laios' sister gets swallowed by a dragon, those that remain in his party decide to get it back in blood by saving laios' sister before she gets digested. in the mean time, there's nothing wrong with gordon ramsay-ing miscellaneous ingredients found in the dungeon along the way, right?
and if you like manhwa or would be down for some manhwa recs these are titles i don't see getting recommended enough
concubine walkthrough: a scifi & philosophical spin on the otome isekai genre that asks 'what is reality truly?', 'is your life any less real if you found out all your experiences were a simulation?' and 'what is reality to you?' where protagonist lee yona finds herself stuck in a VR edition of a game she only played once
a wicked tale of cinderella's stepmother: usually when someone wakes up in the body of a villainess, she's the same age as the protagonists. mildred, on the other hand, is stuck in the body of this story's cinderella's stepmother. with no husband and three daughters to take care of, there's only one thing she can really doー build up her daughters' sisterly bonds with one another and make sure they marry into good families (or that they can at least live lives they're happy with)
tricked into becoming the heroine's stepmother: at least mildred got the body of an important character, daisy on the other hand? she's in the body of an NPC you never even see in the story. bright side? this is a story she helped write and after meeting the presently six year old protagonist's father, she and father of the year decide to team up for the ultimate mission: making sure his daughter never meets any of the love interests
inso's law: ham dan-i is in a bit of a pickle when she wakes up and her new school uniform is completely different than the one her mom bought weeks ago. there's a drop dead gorgeous girl next door who claims to be her childhood best friend. even worse, like something straight out of a drama, there are four heavenly kings that rule her school. by the end of the day, dan-i has no other choice but to accept the fact........ her real life has somehow turned into a web novel. even worse, she's a side characterー the main character's best friend
webtoons
plum: in a world where fruit stacking is a major sport, little plum decides to be the very best like no one ever was and moves to the big city to compete in the fruit stacking games along with making some friends and rivals along the way
webtoons that are probably popular enough if they have hardcover copies at my local bookstore but i wanna talk about it anyway
cursed princess club: as the youngest princess of the pastel kingdom, gwendolyn loves her family. her protective papa, her oldest sister maria who often awakes to woodland creatures doing her hair. her older sister lorena who makes flowers bloom with her every step. and her younger brother jamie who's so pretty, he sparkles. and they adore her just as much. but things come to a very reality shattering halt when their father introduces maria, lorena and gwen to blaine, lance and frederick, the princes of the plaid kingdom and gwen overhears frederick call her ugly, something she's never heard in her entire life. somehow, gwen finds comfort in a club full of cursed princesses (and one prince) who teach her how to start loving herself again
key
*) receiving an anime adaptation
**) has an an anime series or movie
***) receiving an anime adaptation & contains a story with a plus-sized protagonist that doesn't involve weight loss
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jjkeverlast · 9 months
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okay babe, after working my 2 remaining brain cells I have come up with a request for my boyfiii/hubby joonie (joon's whores™️ pls rise up) 🫣 i'd love a childhood bestfriends to lovers, fluff and smut ofc (if inspo hits, maybe a tiny pinch of angst? if not, it's okay 😌) here are some prompts :
Having so many inside jokes that just the two of them know, that other people often don’t understand their humor. “I’m just scared of losing you.” “Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.”
and you know i'm extra, so here's some visual inspo (honestly, any excuse show off my domestic boyfriend pics 🫣)
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okay okay love you to the moon and back 🌝, i am not sorry for the feral sounds that will come out of me once this thing is posted (i will need to be put down) ❤️❤️❤️
about love | knj (m)
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>> pairing bestfriend!namjoon x fem!reader
>> genre/au's childhood best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | crack
>> summary during your trip to the aquarium, namjoon blurts out something that creates an unexpected turn to your friendship.
>> word count 2.8k
>> warnings dry humping | fingering | handjob | missionary | soft romantic sex :') | protected sex | namjoon being namjoon aka a clumsy cutie
>> author's note living for the boyfie pics of joon hehe i hope u enjoy this drabble baby. i included everything u mentioned (minus angst lol) i hope u don't fall more in love with joon after reading this sjdfhcsjd
[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]
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Sundays meant one thing for you and Namjoon. It’s the day of the week where you both spend time together. This time, it was Namjoon’s turn to pick and usually he would pick an art exhibition or his favorite museum but, surprisingly enough he picked an aquarium. 
You hadn’t been to one since you were five years old. It was on a school trip, you and Namjoon being forced to walk side by side and hold hands like the rest. That’s the only thing you remember — oh, and that silly inside joke that got created that day. 
There’s something everyone knows about Namjoon. He’s incredibly smart. Ever since he was little he was always infatuated by random but very important facts — as he called them. 
You were determined that jellyfishes were called roundy fishes. Which isn’t really a word but you were certain! It made sense to you, and Namjoon laughed when you shrieked how you were extremely excited to see the roundy fishes, until he discovered it was jellyfishes. Afterwards, he had made it his life mission to, one annoy you with the ridiculous name and two, give you every single fact about them. 
Till this day, Namjoon still teased you with that. 
The aquarium was the one from when you were small, basically where your friendship started to bloom. The thought of you being here with Namjoon almost 20 years later, made you nervous. A good nervous. 
On your 20th birthday, you realized you were in love with Namjoon. It wasn’t even a special moment. He was just suddenly holding a silly tiny cake with a few candles and pushing you to make a wish as you blew on them. In that moment you had looked at him and something sparked in your heart. People would call it butterflies, but you called it a spark. 
That spark never left. You weren’t exactly planning on ever telling him, his friendship meaning much more to you than ruining it by a confession. 
Therefore, you kept it hidden. But, today he’s making it hard. Especially by showing up with a cute white sweater and his glasses. 
Fuck. 
“Ready to go see some roundy fishes?” Namjoon says, teasing you by knocking his elbow into yours. 
“You’re still on that, I see.” You respond, trying to hide your smile as you both walk inside the aquarium. 
The blue lights are all over the place, decorations of every living creature hanging on the walls. 
Namjoon doesn’t even hesitate, dragging you by the arm directly towards the jellyfish. 
You’re stunned by how beautiful they look. They’re moving in slow motion, creating what seems to be a whole different universe behind glass. It almost reminds you of the clumps of lava, floating in a lava lamp after you turn it on and let it sit for a few hours. 
Somehow, you’re just standing in silence, admiring them silently while Namjoon stands next to you. He’s not saying anything either, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s always like this with Namjoon. Just extreme comfort at all times. 
You finally decide to turn your head towards Namjoon, noticing how he’s staring at you already. His expression is something you’ve never seen before. You can’t exactly pinpoint what he’s thinking, which is usually your best skill. 
“What?” You ask. 
“I’m in love with you.” Namjoon blurts out. Your eyes pop open by his words, mouth dropping silently as well. 
What did he just say?!
“I—“ 
Namjoon seems to be getting out of his trance, smacking his lips and returning his gaze on the glass. 
“Did you know that jellyfishes are 95% water?” Namjoon changes the subject quickly, spilling out every fact he has on your favorite fish. 
“Namjoon.” 
“They actually also have really short lifespans.” He continues, ignoring how you called out his name. 
“Joonie.” 
Namjoon returns his eyes to you. The nickname always does it for him. 
“I’m sorry. I was just—“ He tries to explain before you cut him off. 
“I’m in love with you, clumsy.” 
Namjoon’s expression brings out a huge change. He begins to light up, almost turning the same color as the glowing jellyfishes. 
“What.” He breathes out. 
“Yeah.” You step closer. 
“Holy shit.” Namjoon suddenly says. “You’re serious.” He points out, as if it wasn’t obvious before. 
“You’re ridiculous.” You suddenly begin to laugh, your stomach feeling all kinds of weird because what just happened?! 
“Wait. Since when have you..” He starts off. 
“Since my 20th birthday.” You confess with confidence. 
“Ha.” Namjoon chuckles. “I win.” 
“Wait what?” You ask in confusion.
“Been in love with you ever since you called jellyfish roundy fishes.” 
Fuck. He has got to be kidding. 
“Please tell me you’re joking.” You say in disbelief. 
“No. Five year old Namjoon was definitely onto something.” He admits, humor laced in his tone. 
“Wow.” Your stomach just did a somersault. 
“Meaning, he’s been waiting to do something for a really long time.” Namjoon explains, moving closer to you, both of your chests brushing against one another. 
“Oh?” 
Namjoon smiles, his dimples becoming prominent before he dips his head, his lips about to reach yours until—
“Wait.” You put a hand on his chest, causing his brows to furrow. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“I’m just… scared of losing you.” You admit. 
There’s not really anything to be afraid of, you know that. But this is Namjoon. Silly, smart, clumsy Namjoon who’s been by your side for as long as you remember. This is scary. What if you mess up? Then you’ll eventually lose Namjoon and—
“Hey.” Namjoon catches you out of your thoughts. 
“Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.” Namjoon says, lightening up the room and washing every horrible thought away. 
You nod, agreeing because he’s not exactly wrong. You’re just about to step into something else, but one thing that will never change is Namjoon being your best friend. 
When Namjoon notices how you’re more relaxed, he takes the opportunity to finally kiss you. 
It’s like everything around you stops the moment your lips meet. You feel like you’ve floated into a completely different place. Namjoon hesitates with giving you more than a peck, so just as he’s about to pull away, you grab his nape letting them touch again. 
The kiss is slow. The kiss is the start of something. 
Finally, you pull away. Namjoon can’t stop smiling and your whole body has turned warm. 
Now, while you’re watching the jellyfish, Namjoon is holding your hand. They seem to fit so perfectly and your mind hasn’t even processed everything that just happened. But one thing you know for sure, is that you’ve never been happier. 
The rest of the day, you walk around, Namjoon telling you everything he knows about each species. But it’s different this time, because each time he gets excited you get the urge to kiss him again and do so. 
Namjoon doesn’t stop glowing the whole time you’re there, neither do you. 
After a few hours, you both decide to head home. Namjoon sits in the passenger seat while you hum out the song playing on the radio. 
When you finally arrive in front of his place, you both pause and look at each other again. 
“Do you… want to come in?” Namjoon offers, scratching his neck while asking. A gesture he does when he’s nervous. 
“I’d love to.” You seem more calm than he does. 
“Oh, okay!” Namjoon gets excited, hurrying himself out of the car while you begin to laugh. You’re so in love with him it has turned ridiculous. 
You’ve been in Namjoon’s apartment plenty of times. You could find everything with your eyes closed if you tried. This time, it’s a bit different. The atmosphere is clouded with love, while Namjoon scrambles to make you both some tea. 
He’s excited, yes, but nervous too. He’s not the only one, you’re just better at controlling it. 
When the tea has been made, you both sit down on his couch. He’s turned a few lamps on, the exposure of light dimmed which creates an oddly romantic vibe. Everything is unplanned. You’re just both living in the moment, talking and chatting about anything that comes to mind, while you play with his hair. 
Something starts to shift when Namjoon stops talking about space, and decides to kiss you instead. The kiss is different from the first one. This time you’re both aiming for the same goal. Namjoon still seems hesitant, careful with moving his body closer to yours — which causes you to lead. 
You pull Namjoon down on top of you, holding onto his waist as you continue to glide your lips above his. He tastes of peppermint tea, a taste you don’t really seem to mind. 
It’s going somewhere you’re both aware of. Normally you would’ve been scared in such a situation, thinking you’re moving too fast but you’ve both been waiting so long for this moment that it doesn’t exactly feel like that. 
Namjoon’s lips move from yours down to your neck, biting you gently before replacing it with his wet tongue. He’s really good at this. Fuck. 
For the first time you’re already slightly panting by a minor action. It’s more the thought of it being Namjoon doing this, that he’s the one you’re currently making out with on his couch and not some random person from tinder or someone you met at the club. No. This is your best friend. Your other half. The one who’s apparently been in love with you ever since the first day you got to know him. 
“I’m loving the extra things I’m getting.” You joke, running your fingers through his long strands while Namjoon giggles against your skin. 
“Yeah, good you’re not missing out anymore.” What a cocky bastard. 
“Mhm.” You hum, enjoying Namjoon hovering above you a tad bit too much. 
“Wait. Are we doing this?” Namjoon pauses, removing his face from your neck. He’s looking at you, raising his eyebrow in question. 
You pull him by the belt. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” You confirm, unbuckling his belt while Namjoon chuckles at your lack of patience. 
But he’s no better himself, because before you know it he’s working his hands on your zipper, failing miserably but somehow making it work and opening them. 
In sync, you both touch each other, groaning by the feeling. Namjoon feels big under your palm and he notices how you’re already wet from just a little hot make out sesh on his couch. 
“Shit—“ Namjoon curses, sliding his fingers up and down above the fabric while you’re cupping him. 
“Yeah.” 
The sensation grows with every touch, a desperation coming to the surface. You’re certain Namjoon is going to fuck you on this couch, but he has other plans. 
“Bedroom. Now.” He says in between pants. Too overwhelmed to form an actual sentence because holy shit you’re touching him, at this very moment. This isn’t a silly wet dream, no. This is real life and it’s about to happen. 
It looks silly how you both get up so fast, running towards Namjoon’s bedroom as if there’s hidden gold in there. Namjoon closes the door even though he lives alone and you’re already laying down on his bed, waiting for him to join you. 
The bed slightly dips when he joins you, grabbing your waist so you’re able to feel every inch of him as he kisses you softly. Your hands shamelessly feel his chest and arms, a weakness of yours when it comes to Namjoon and his body. 
You remember the first time you saw him after a while, his shoulders broader and more toned. You tried not to show him how your eyes raked all over his body, checking him out with zero shame. Thankfully, Namjoon was too excited to see you to notice and you’re grateful for that. 
But now, you can touch him there. Feel the edges of his muscles without having to wonder what they feel like. Fuck. You were right. They feel like a dream. 
Namjoon moans against your lips when your hand moves upwards beneath his shirt, his soft skin burning against yours. You knew he had abs, he’s mentioned once or twice he was doing an abs workout when you’ve called him during his workout hours but— he’s truly ripped. The prominent edges of his abs tense under your touch and your mind is immediately sent into a whirlwind. 
You grab onto his waist, moving him to hover above you once more. Although this time, Namjoon presses down on you, giving you a glimpse of how hard he is. He’s barely grazed his covered cock on you, and you’re whining beneath him, pulling him closer to kiss him more roughly. 
The sounds Namjoon makes are unreal. He’s groaning softly, but moaning with a raspy tone. It’s almost a bit embarrassing how wet you’ve become by simply dry humping a bit and being blessed by hearing Namjoon enjoying himself above you. 
You both go back to groping and touching one another, this time beneath the fabric that stands in the way. Namjoon’s cock feels heavy in your hand, the skin soft and the tip wet. You gain the courage to squeeze his cock gently, causing Namjoon to gasp while he’s dragging out his fingers on your slit. 
You tense when Namjoon’s thumb begins to circle on your clit. Namjoon grows a smile at your reaction, continuing as he drags two of his fingers inside of you with ease. He curls them when they’re fully inside, petting your g-spot and making you moan. You return the favor, stroking Namjoon’s cock and squeezing by the tip, circling your thumb over it. 
Now the question is, who’s going to give in first? 
Namjoon pulls himself upwards, his fingers still inside you, taking his free hand to remove his glasses and place them on the night table. With that, he also reaches for a condom in the drawer. 
As he moves downwards, he reconnects his lips with yours. The kiss is wet, messy and hot. It only makes you more excited to finally have sex with Namjoon. 
You’re both moaning, moving your bodies in sync, in search of friction but nothing will beat Namjoon being inside of you. The lack of patience starts to show for you when you pull his pants and boxers till mid thigh. His cock springs free, moving closer to your core. Namjoon pulls out his fingers, grabbing onto his cock and makes eye contact with you. 
You nod to his silent question, resulting in Namjoon to pull your pants and underwear completely off. You expect for Namjoon to get on with it, but instead he moves closer, grinding down on your naked core. His cock slips in between your lips, letting you feel him fully. 
“Shit—” You gasp, overwhelmed by how good it feels. 
“Yeah, baby.” Namjoon says in agreement, mouth slack as he continues to move. If he continues, you’re certain you can come like this. 
“Joonie, please.” You bite your lip, preventing a moan from escaping your lips. “Need you.” You mumble against his skin. 
You have never in your life seen Namjoon hurry as much as he does right now. He almost falls down on you, too excited to put on a condom. Luckily, he manages quickly, the condom sliding down with ease. 
With that, Namjoon circles his tip by your entrance, teasing you a bit. It causes you to move your hips, trying to aim for his cock but you fail. Namjoon bites back a smile, and carefully he starts to thrust, sliding with ease. The stretch feels incredible. 
After a few shallow thrusts, Namjoon manages to settle. He takes a second to enjoy how you feel wrapped around him before beginning to move. 
Holy fucking shit. Namjoon thrusts like a God. You’re already on edge, barely having him inside of you but you feel yourself coming close to an orgasm. 
Namjoon picks up a fast pace, grabbing both your hands and intertwining your fingers, settling them above your head. He gasps against your lips, biting down on them whenever you clench around him. 
“You feel like a fucking dream.” Namjoon pants, smiling down on you. Your skin grows hot by his compliment, nearing an end. 
With a few more thrusts from Namjoon, your back arches, a highly pitched moan slipping as you come undone all over him. Not long after, Namjoon’s cock twitches inside of you, spilling into the condom with a groan. 
You both lay in each other’s arms, skin sweaty and warm. Namjoon pulls out with ease, tossing the condom in a bin before moving back towards you. He lays in your arms and your hands move upwards to his hair. He hums in satisfaction, loving how your fingers feel scraping his scalp. 
“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” 
You pause, surprised he’s asking such a thing. 
“Why are you asking this when you can’t even boil an egg?” Namjoon gasps in offense, while you start to laugh over how ridiculous he is. 
“It was worth a try.” He says, giving a small peck to your neck. 
Kim Namjoon will be the death of you. 
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leilakisakabiri · 7 months
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Haunted House (Gavi)
Summary: You’re Gavi’s hometown friend and connect after months apart. One thing leads to another and soon you’re acting a little too friendly in a haunted house. 
Warning(s): None 
A/N: Surprise it’s me! I’ve missed you guys so much. Here’s a draft I had from a while ago. I heard there was a little Gavi drought so I’m here to provide. Also working on new stuff right now. Getting to requests soon!
Word Count: 2k+
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“Oh my god, you’ve grown so much!” You exclaimed, hugging Gavi as you got off the train.
“Shut up Y/n. You saw me last summer.”
“No seriously. Last time you were down here.” You retorted, moving your hand down near your shoulder to show how short he once was.
He let out a dry laugh, “Haha. Well, I’m still taller than you.”
“By an inch. And I’m a girl!”
“Wow I thought you were all about feminism Y/n wha-,”
You hit his shoulder in annoyance, cutting him off, “Not like that! I mean I’m on the taller side for girls, and you’re on the..” you trailed off a smile taking over your face as you saw him give you the dirtiest side-eye.
It was October in Barcelona and Autumn was in full swing. The wind wrapped around the both of you as you walked, the leaves falling encompassing the city in shades of orange and brown. The air was crisp, and the smell of hazelnut and toffee wafted through the air from various street vendors.
You finally approached your destination and you let out a squeal seeing how massive it was, “Holy shit I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger haunted house!”
You felt Gavi stiffen beside you, “Yeah it looked a lot smaller in the photos.”
You turned to look at him, eyes gleaming, “Oh c’mon tell me you’re not scared.”
“Pfft. What no way!”
You narrowed your eyes at him but let it slide. 
“Let’s go.” You said grabbing his wrist and pulling him along with you.
Once you had made it through the queue and got your tickets, the reality of the situation began to set it in.
The two of you were at Barcelona’s scariest and most famous haunted house. In years past attendees had fled the property saying they were too shocked and mentally scarred to recall what they saw. People had speculated for years that those customers had been paid off, and you believed it, now, however, standing in front of the gloomy house you were beginning to realize there could have been some truth to the story after all.
You were always a big fan of anything scary – after all Halloween was your favorite holiday for a reason. You were known in your friend group as the only one that would willingly watch horror movies, and play ‘supernatural’ games, always interested in the slightly darker things in life. However, even you, who could handle all of that, were a wee bit scared of the haunted house in front of you.
It was one thing to watch movies where you could predict what was going to happen, and yell at the main character through the screen, but to actually live through it, where someone could jump out at you around every turn was a little unnerving.
Especially since you were going with Gavi, someone who was notoriously known for avoiding those types of things at all costs. The only reason Gavi had agreed to come with you was because he had been asking you to come to Barcelona for weeks and this was the only way you would make the trip up. A compromise you could say. But now even you were wishing you took up Gavi’s offer to go to the aquarium instead.
The worker operating the front of the house called you over, pulling you from your thoughts.
“2?” He asked.
You both nodded, and he opened the door allowing you to enter.
You were greeted with a vast entry room with ceilings extending about 30 feet up and walls covered in cobwebs. The only light source was a barely there candlelight flickering in and out.
The monitor in front of you started playing. It explained the rules of the haunted house, and you felt yourself become more nervous once they started talking about the former customers they had tormented hard enough into leaving.
Suddenly the monitor cut off, leaving only the candlelight as a light source. You both watched as a new door creaked open.
You felt your palms begin to sweat.
You both stood rooted in place.
“Gavi,” You finally spoke, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m kind of scared.”
Gavi whipped his head to look at you, panic already visible in his eyes, “Wait what?! Don’t say that Y/n, I’m already scared! You said you liked haunted houses!” He exclaimed.
You pursed your lips, “I usually do, but I feel on edge.”
The candlelight flickered off, leaving the two of you in complete darkness aside from the green glow of the open door.
“Oh shit Y/n I knew this was a bad idea. Fuck, what do we-?”
He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before a man with a chainsaw and a painted clown face jumped at him, sending the boy into overdrive.
He screamed, hands scrambling to grab your body as he rushed forward into the green glow, desperate to escape the killer clown.
Gavi’s scream set you into a fit of laughter, and you let yourself be tugged by him, too weak from laughing to stop him.
“Joder I swear I just went into cardiac arrest.” He said letting go of you and catching his breath.
You contained your laughter, only a few giggles escaping, beginning to feel at ease again now that the haunted house had officially begun.
“At least the first scare out of the way! The first one is always the scariest!” You said brightly walking forward, further into the house.
You felt him mutter something behind you, probably about how you were such a good friend for caring so much about him, but you didn’t give it a second thought too engrossed in the house.
You continued walking as random creatures jumped out of broken windows and walls trying to grab you, but you were quick to sidestep them. You noticed Gavi walking extremely close behind you to the point where you were sure that if you let your foot rest for a second longer on the ground he would step on it.
You finally stopped when you could feel him breathing down your neck, the little puffs of warm air sending tingles down your spine. 
“Y/n don’t make fun of me but I’m kinda scared.”
You just stared at him.
“Ok maybe really scared. This isn’t good for me you know, I have training I can’t be getting my blood pressure up like this.” He persisted.
You groaned, “Oh my god – fine just hold my hand.” You tried to remain annoyed but you couldn’t stop the flutter in your stomach when his warm hand enveloped yours.
You stared at each other and you debated saying something before the moment was cut short by Gavi’s shrill scream, having gotten scared by an actor that jumped out of the wall.
You pulled him along with you as you entered a vortex tunnel with a faulty bridge.
“Nope. No way, I’m going to have an aneurysm.” Gavi spoke once seeing the path, trying to pull his hand away but you held on tighter.
“There’s only one way to go. Just close your eyes and give me your other hand.” You argued.
He groaned but did as he was told, “I hate you.” He muttered as you moved to grab his other hand and put both over your shoulders standing in front of him.
“Oh please you love me.” You smirked, starting to make your way through the tunnel.
He didn’t answer but you felt his grip on your hands tighten and you smiled softly.
You were almost done with the tunnel when you abruptly stopped causing Gavi to run into you.
“Why are we stopping?” He asked.
You bit your lip, not wanting to admit the truth.
“What? Is it that scary?” He questioned opening his eyes.
“I don’t see anything?”
“There’s a bird.” You whispered, eyes never leaving the small bird flying manically around the hallway, seemingly trying to find its way out after getting trapped.
“Y/n Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of birds.” Gavi shook his head smiling.
You sneered, “Of course I am. Those things are demonic.”
He rolled his eyes at your antics.
You had been terrified of birds since the day you were born, anything that could fly, peck, and chase you scared the shit out of you. And now the fact that a bird was flying around frantically, in an enclosed space, that you had to walk through- oh shit, you were going to die here because there was no way you were walking past that bird on your own free will.
“Please keep moving.” An operator’s voice sounded.
You groaned, putting your head in your hands as you decided what to do.
“Y/n we have to go.” Gavi urged, attempting to move you forward but you stood still.
“Just give me a second.”
“Here I’ll hold you, ok? That way the bird can’t get to your eyes. Only mine.” Gavi spoke.
You laughed at his weak excuse for a joke, weighing your options, “Fine but if that thing even touches me I’m shoving you into it and running.”
Gavi smiled down at you as he wrapped an arm around you, “Oh Y/n what a sweetheart you are.”
You stuck your tongue out at him before curling into him, snuggling your face into the side of his sweater, and squeezing your eyes shut so the bird couldn’t claw them out.
He wrapped both arms around you, shielding your head and shoulders from the bird.
You felt the birds squawking get closer and pulled him even closer, “I got you linda relax.”
His voice was soft in your ear, and you focused your attention on him and the beating of his heart rather than the manic bird two inches away.
Once the threat had been cleared you lifted your head in disbelief, “You’re alive! I can’t believe it, I thought for sure the bird would have had one of your eyes at least.”
He gasped at you, his arms loosening around you, as he dropped one, the other sliding to rest on your waist, “Oh please. It wasn’t even bad, poor birdie just couldn’t find the exit.”
“Yeah poor birdie.” You muttered sarcastically.
The rest of the haunted house passed uneventfully, and thankfully there were no more jump scares, saving Gavi from the cardiac arrest he claimed would be happening any day now.
Gavi’s hand stayed around your waist for the remainder of the house and while you could lie and say it was because he was still scared, you knew that the way he was holding you and the way you were leaning into him was a little too friendly to just be because of ‘nerves’.
Once you got to the outside world again you moved away from him, your eyes adjusting to the light.
“Well, thanks for coming with me Gavi.” You said, feeling grateful that your blush had faded when you were still in the dark.
“Woah this again! What’s with Gavi?” He asked you, an irritated look on his face.
Your eyebrows rose in shock, “That’s your name?” You asked confused about why he seemed annoyed.
“No I’m Pablo.” He said referring to the name that nearly no one called him anymore.
“Pretty sure the whole country knows you as Gavi estupido.” You rolled your eyes, hand coming up to hit his head playfully.
Gavi grabbed your hand, squeezing it, “Yeah but to you, I’m Pablo, ok?” His voice was sincere, and his eyes were shiny and bright.
You gave him a puzzled look, but still squeezed back, “Ok.”
You went to drop your hands, but he caught you by surprise again, holding yours firmly, “I think I like this better. My hand’s a little cold. You know it being fall and all.”
You smiled biting the inside of your cheek to not give yourself away, stay cool Y/n! 
You nodded at him, “Oh for sure. Can’t have Barca’s golden boy falling sick.”
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Do you have any kawata twins crumbs you want to share? any headcanons on how they would treat their s/o?
I've been thinking and came up with a few for each of them since I think they'd be a little different from each other. But here they are!
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Smiley
Likes you to wear his clothes a lot, he thinks you look good in them and wants to make it clear as to who you're with.
Brings you to toman meetings if the two of you meet while younger and group get togethers as adults. He wants you close by and for you to like his friends. (He also wants to show off a little)
Will punch anybody who dares to bother you
Blushes a lot if you compliment him, especially his hair
Makes you lunches for when you go to work
Is very playful as a partner, will "fight" you (this normally involves a tickle or pillow fight).
He's also very teasing, sometimes this will dip into nsfw territory if he knows you're comfortable with that.
"Do you want to watch me beat that guy up?"
As the relationship develops he lets you in more and tells you about aspects of himself that are more hidden
Loves to brag to everyone that you're "his girl"
Will also show you some self defense moves if you're interested 
His favourite kind of dates to go on are cinema dates, he likes wrapping an arm around you as the two of you watch.
Angry
Really likes holding your hand as the two of you go places. He instinctively grabs it a lot.
The first present he ever gives you is a plushie
Is very attentive and quick to notice things about you
Doesn't hesitate to give you his jacket when it's cold
Invites you to the twins restaurant often to spend more time with you (Smiley sometimes tells him to work harder instead of flirting)
Always texts to make sure you got home safe.
Gives you flowers often (he'll be very happy if you give him some too)
Wakes up very early on your birthday to make breakfast for you
His favourite place for dates are aquariums and zoos, he likes holding your hand as the two of you wander around.
Kisses you on the cheek often
Asks you to come listen to his band when they play
Enjoys just quietly laying in bed with you, both of you relaxing and enjoying each others compan
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villainessprefect · 1 year
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title: Beauty is in the Eye of the Eel - [Floyd]
summary: ‘Beautiful’ had been your first word uttered when seeing the twins’ true form. You thought it had gone unheard but perhaps it didn't.
ship: Floyd x gn!reader
word count: 994
note: just a reminder that both can be read separately/the fics are not connected!
Read on AO3 || Jade’s part
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Floyd hardly bothers himself with the smaller things in life. Hearing you call his true form 'beautiful' meant nothing to him. Not at first, anyway. The only thing on his mind at the time was wanting to squeeze you and your friends with his entire body. Because that was all that mattered.
But now, that one little word is coming back to haunt him. As if it's trying to get revenge for ignoring it for so long. It's stupid, really. He doesn't care about being called pretty or not. It's just annoying that it lingers in his mind because it came from you.
And he wants to hear you say it again.
The eel huffs and pouts. This odd feeling nags at him and he hates it. Rather than letting his temper simmer into a fiery rage, he decides to search for you. Floyd is intent on dragging that word out from you. And if you don't remember what you said those few months ago, he would make you remember.
"Shrimpy~!" His nickname rings out within the hallway as he spots your figure amongst the sea of students. A pathway is suddenly formed as he makes his way toward you. Long strides were taken so that the eel can capture his prey.
"Floyd?!" You squeak out his name as his steps sound like they're turning into a mad dash. You're given a clear view of him as he makes his approach. While you think to run, it's foolish. He's too fast and there is nowhere to hide. But the option is cast aside when you notice something different about him. His smile isn’t as wide as it normally would be- could he be in a bad mood? Usually, you could tell, but today it was a little harder to do so.
"Shrimpy," he whines out, arms slithering around your shoulders as he plops his head over yours. His hold is tight, yet not enough to suffocate you. "We gotta talk."
You know your place whenever he captures you. There is no choice no matter what mood he’s in.
"Alright, about what?"
"Hmm..." He hums, gaze drifting around the hallway. "Don't wana talk out here." And with that, he frees you from his grasp only to take your hand and drag you elsewhere.
You let out a yelp in surprise. Holding back a sigh, you resign to your fate. It’s something you’ve adjusted to. You were the one he could go to and wouldn’t fight back. Sometimes, you would with such weak protests, and other times you could make some fun deals with him. Regardless, it was always a win in his book as long as he could spend time with you.
"Floyd? Where are we going?"
You've gone through the mirror and into his dorm. The lounge is brimming with life and you think that maybe he's brought you over under the guise of getting you to work with him. Or use you as an excuse not to work. But when you keep walking, he ignores the tables and students and goes past the usual scene, then you begin to worry.
Floyd never gives you an answer. He leads you into a room that's further than you've ever been, one secluded from others. It's here that he finally frees your hand and he steps aside to let you take in the sight.
Half of the room seems to be submerged in water, mimicking a tank at an aquarium. It's spacious and held behind a layer of glass. It makes you feel as if you're walking on the ocean floor. Which, surprisingly, you have done before so you know the feeling. Except for this time, you're allowed to peer into the water and enjoy the calming sight.
Mesmerized, you don't notice the ladder in the corner of the room nor the eel climbing it. Only when he makes a splash into the tank do you come to your senses. Especially since the water had trickled onto you.
"Floyd?" You call out for him as you attempt to wipe off the water that touched your skin. You take a step towards the tank. He's in there, you know it, but where? The tank seems to be deeper than you initially thought. You place a hand against the glass, another follows as you peer into the depths of the ocean.
A familiar shadow appears and you try to find the caster. No matter where you look, all you can see is blue. Nothing else. You're about to give up and dive in when-
"Shrimpy!"
"Ah!"
Out of seemingly nowhere, Floyd appears. Pale hands with dark claws bang against the glass. The eel has his mouth open, smiling and showing off his teeth that now look sharper. Then there's the fact his legs are gone and replaced with a long, gorgeous tail. His skin color has lost its human color and reverted to its original green and white hues.
"Your face is priceless," Floyd laughs.
He watched you go from surprised to gawking in under a second. The change was so fast that he found it funny.
"Wh-What are you doing in there? Like that?"
"I wanted to see that look on your face again." He answers. He lowers his hand to meet yours, the stupid glass separating them. "Thought you liked looking at me when I'm like this."
Your cheeks turn red like Goldfish, but the color looks better on you. You struggle to get a response out and when no words come through, you simply look elsewhere. For a moment. You can't help but look back and have your eyes linger on such a beautiful creature.
And Floyd loves it.
Even if he didn't get you to say it, your eyes speak for you. The way they glisten and admire every bit of his body. All of your attention belongs to him. And he's intent on keeping it this way. After all, you’re his beautiful Shrimpy.
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merakiui · 1 year
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Hello! Your work is always so good, especially for this event! May I place an order for a flower bouquet with sea salt caramels and sugar stars (lactation) for Jade Leech and a fem!reader? Thank you for your time!
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yandere!jade leech x (female) reader cw: slight yandere, nsfw, drugging/use of potions, lactation, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, brief mentions of pregnancy note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]
In hindsight, it was foolish to accept the unlabeled vial from Jade. Anyone with half a mind would know to turn the other way and start running if he approached them, dressed primly in his lab coat and goggles, holding his newest creation with a twisted sort of pride mirroring that of a mad scientist boasting their prized monster to the world. But you didn’t have much of a choice, having been indebted to him ever since you failed to uphold your end of the deal you struck with Azul, and by now you’ve grown accustomed to taste-testing all of the absurd potions he concocts.
Initially, you thought you could get out of obeying Azul’s every command if you just acted clumsy and brainless, and it had worked at first. Azul had decided you’d be better off in the kitchen rather than on the floor taking and delivering orders. But then the kitchen almost went up in flames and so you were quickly demoted to inventory and then stocking, both tasks you proved to be abysmal at. Azul had attempted to pawn you off to Floyd, who was not in the mood to keep you as his own, and so you soon found yourself at Jade’s doorstep, who was so very willing to welcome you with a pleasant simper. 
You know you shouldn’t be surprised when the effects of his potions stray into embarrassing territory. He’s always had a talent for crafting alchemical mischief. Last week, it was a potent aphrodisiac. The week before that was a potion that had temporarily blessed you (or cursed you depending on how you view it) with fins and gills, and you had to spend the entire day in the Mostro Lounge aquarium while Jade fashioned a cure, deliberately taking his time just to spite you.
Today’s potion is a little different. At first you assumed he’d mixed a failure when nothing immediately happened, but within minutes you began to feel the strangest sensation in your breasts. It was a dull, uncomfortable ache; you thought your breasts had gotten fuller in the span of a few minutes and you’d even poked at them when Jade had turned away, marveling at the pudgy heaviness. Jade had asked you how you were faring; you know he only cares about the results of his potion and not what said results do to your mental and physical health. The question hardly reached your ears because, at that very moment, liquid dampened the padding of your bra. 
With eyes blown wide, you looked down your shirt and into your bra to find two wet patches, growing significantly in size the more you stood slack-jawed. 
Jade presses himself against you before you can make your escape, his gloved hands tugging your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your bra. He pulls it up to observe the stains and then your breasts, which are leaking thin, translucent trails. 
“Fascinating,” he mumbles, a word spoken in breathy amazement, and he gives your breast an experimental squeeze. Milk comes out in creamy spurts, and you suppress a flustered whimper. 
“N-Not fascinating!” you hiss, squirming against him. “What the hell did you give me, you creep?! What sort of magic drug—”
“I couldn’t possibly tell you. That’s why I had you test it, and from the looks of it I’ve managed to brew something very entertaining.”
You roll your eyes and swat at his reaching hand. “Well, fix it. This feels...” You swallow thickly when he pinches your perky, glistening nipple between his thumb and forefinger to coax more milk out. Your voice falters. “F-Feels weird...”
“Oh? Would you be willing to elaborate?”
Not really, you think, but if complying is the only way to move towards a cure you’ll have to enlighten him.
“It just feels...” Your hand closes around his and you lean against him, nearly boneless when he squeezes your other breast. It prompts a soft, sweet sigh from your lips. “It feels like... Like when you stretch really good and your joints pop.”
“Ah, so it’s relieving. In that case, it would be a shame to leave you in such a messy state. Allow me to help.”
You weigh his words on your internal scale. “Fine,” you eventually mutter, brows furrowed. “But I don’t owe you anything in return. You were the one who made that potion, so you take responsibility.”
“And you were the one who drank it.”
“Only because I had to! If I wasn’t stuck with you, I’d never—ooh!” A particularly rough squeeze has you arching your back against him. Milk runs down your chest in thick streams, far more plentiful than before. You slap your hands over your mouth, face flaring with warmth. 
Jade chuckles, low and husky. “You were saying?”
“S-Shut up.”
“I couldn’t possibly when you seem so keen to engage in delightful conversation,” he says with a hum, reaching over to pluck something from the shelf.
You follow his movements with a frown, soon realizing that the object in his hand is a glass jar. His intentions dawn on you at once. “You can’t be serious. You’re a freak, Jade.” It’s at that same moment when something pokes your ass from behind, and your face contorts in disgust. “Jaaade, you’re gross! I’m not helping you with that! I’m only your contractual taste-tester, not your contractual...” You trail off in embarrassment. “Y-You know what I mean.”
“I’m aware,” he says dismissively, positioning the jar under your breast. “I’m not very partial to wasting ingredients. Besides, I’m certain you taste as appetizing as you look. Shall I make something out of this and serve it to Azul and Floyd for their critique? Or shall I keep it all to myself? I’m quite tempted to do the latter. You see, I’ve always wondered...” His voice lowers into a whisper, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. You shiver, chewing your lip to muffle your groans when he twists your nipple roughly, filling the glass with some of your milk. “How would you taste if you were truly pregnant?”
His fingers dig into soft flesh, handling you with the same skillful precision a farmer might possess when milking a heifer. His grip is painfully possessive, but that’s the last thing on your mind when his words leave you speechless. 
“I suppose I can satisfy myself with this for now.” The jar is already halfway full. Your body feels as if it’s on fire; part of you wonders if he mixed an aphrodisiac into that potion because there’s simply no way you’ll find relief after just one filled jar. Perhaps you’d feel more blissful pleasure if it weren’t for his eerie admissions filling your head like a swarm of terrible flies, buzzing incessantly about how, if you were pregnant, you’d have no choice but to follow him into the future as his contractual obligation and then his wife and then a mother to lots of baby eels. “Although these games are never fun after the fact... What a pity.”
“W-What do you mean?”
“All pleasant things have time limits. I suspect this potion will only last for the day, and your milk will only stay so fresh. Truly a shame.” Jade’s teeth prick your ear; there’s a vicious smirk in his voice when he speaks next. “I wonder... Have you ever considered names? You might need them if I’m to have my fill of your milk in the foreseeable future.”
You know this is far from a humorous situation, but you still manage an awkward laugh. “Don’t say weird stuff like that.”
Jade chuckles and sets the jar on the shelf, turning you so that you can face him. Though he sounds composed, his face is flushed with arousal. He lowers to your height, taking hold of both of your leaky, milky tits with his hands, studying them with such focus it’s as if he’s been charmed.
“I wonder how many I could give you. How full you’d look. How soft you would become...” he mumbles, mostly to himself, but you catch it anyway.
“Keep dreaming, Jade.”
“I most certainly will.”
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You say Siren Eddie, I say Diver/Tour Guide Steve
You say Steddie in an aquarium, and I bring you ‘the owners don’t know Eddie’s a siren, and the staff keep going missing. Someone takes him out of the tank so Steve can clean it except they never actually got him out, and he didn’t notice cause the tanks so damn big, so Steve’s stuck in there with this thing that’s been after their staff.’
The aquarium is closed over the weekend too, so unless Eddie releases him, he’ll die when his oxygen goes out.
Something something Eddie makes sure the other fish in the tank stay away, especially the more aggressive ones, and lets steve go when he has thirty minutes of air left.
And since Steve didn’t disappear, the owner keeps assigning him that tank. And Eddie keeps following him around as he cleans up all the bones that are seemingly human, and making jabs that he can barely respond to, plus bringing him some dead fish and shells.
The disappearances continue until the owner is like ‘Okay Robin I need you to go in with Steve to make sure something doesn’t happen to him.’
They get in the tank and Eddie is immediately attempting to murder her, his fins are up gills are flaring, and Steve has to hold him back.
“Stop being so goddamn hostile!!” It comes out warbled and muffled because of the mask, and the fact that they’re in water.
Robins going forward and Eddie is making a shrieking kind of noise, when she gets too close he starts snapping his teeth and Steve pinches him hard.
He stops shrieking, and instead yelps, “Ah, what the fuck man?!”
“You were trying to eat her!”
“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck…” Robin backtracks to the wall of the tank.
“So? Why’s she even down here? You’re the cleaner.”
“Cause people keep disappearing.”
“We’ve already established I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“Yeah, but they don’t know that. They don’t even know it’s because of you.”
He doesn’t kill her, and she keeps coming to the cleanings but stays far away from Eddie. The disappearances stop, and the owner decides that he doesn’t have to clean the tank as often.
Eddie starts missing him, so whenever Steves in-front of his exhibition, he’ll press his face against the glass and just stare at him creepily.
Maybe it’d be funny if he yelling his name and banging on the glass.
“Steve!”
His eyelid twitches, but he continues with his facts for the kids in-front of him. There’s bangs on the glass behind him. “Hey, I’m talking to you!”
I just think it’d be neat.
Bonus point if the party are all kids who’s parents work there, and they get brought to work everyday after school.
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Hello!  Welcome to Chapter 4 of CD&FE.  
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Pairing: Jake X Female Reader 
Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years.  We have both her and Jake’s POVs in this posting.   
Content warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, adulting? Mentions of sexual situations, but no smut in this part.
Word Count: approx. 7.8K 
If you haven’t taken notice, but I so love @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemaddness.  They are amazing human beings. 💚 😘💚
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CD&FE, Part 4.1:  Her POV
     I stared out the frosty windows in a furious attempt to adjust my brain.  I had been blanking out on the theme for a gala, finding little inspiration in the frigid February morning.  Especially since this event was not to happen until the following year in the summer.  I had promised a rough sketch presentation in two weeks, but honestly, I was too distracted to really be able to focus on much.  
      “Hey, Boss,”  Billie said as she breezed into my office.  “I have results of Saturday night’s opening in Nashville.”
      “Oh thank god,”  I sighed as I tossed my pen down and stretched out.  
      She set her laptop down in the middle of my desk and brought up the video shots of the gallery opening before the huge event and during.  I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my mouth seeing our work in any job, but this one was definitely one of the cooler ones.  A whole gallery dedicated to historical musicians and their art work.  All the signage, all the advertising - that was all handled by my company.  Our reputation was growing across so many different areas that our staff had more than doubled since I had started in with them.  It really was satisfying to see our work - some of it my own - out there in the world.
      “Oh, this is the red carpet portion,”  Billie chirped as she pulled up a chair next to me.  “They had some really big talent show up.  It was one hell of a party from what the clients said.”
      We watched for a few minutes as musicians and a wide variety of other entertainment figures began to flow through the shot on the screen.  It held my attention for a bit.  Billie appeared to be all in as I turned my gaze to my own screen to a big fat blank page that was begging for something - anything - to be spilled across its surface.  
      “Mermaids, huh,”  she laughed as she caught on that my attention was elsewhere.  
      “‘Magic of the Big Blue’ doesn’t have to mean mermaids,”  I touted, knowing right well that was one thing the next project was labeled as.  “It’s an aquarium.  I get they want fantasy, but come on.  There’s gotta be something…”
        My words dried in my throat as I caught sight of the gallery event once more.  It was a mix of a red hot poker and an ice cold dagger simultaneously jammed under every inch of my skin.  
      Billie touched my arm in an attempt to catch my attention.  “Hey, you okay?”
      Jake stood off to the side.  I didn’t see any of his brothers, just that he stood close to a woman.  She was beautiful with flawless hair that tumbled down her back and a body that curved in all the right places.  His hand was dangerously low on her back with a familiarity that could only come from being together.  She was smiling her perfect red lips at him with a thousand watt shine and he seemed to return it.  
       “Y/n?”  she asked again, leaning closer to try to see what I was looking at.
       “Sorry, yeah yeah,”  I breathed finally.  “I’m good.  Sorry.  Just someone I know.”
       He looked good.  His hair was shorter, brushing just past his shoulders.  His easy smile was full of warmth and comfort.  He was dressed in a black blazer with a dark cranberry button up and black trousers with his Chelsea boots.  Sunglasses were in place until he took them off to hang precariously on the front of his shirt.  The woman looked back at him and I saw it:  he had found his badassed vagabond.  I think it would’ve been easier to have my skin flayed off with a spoon than to look at the happiness that was before me.  I watched as the couple disappeared into the doors, hands entwined and smiles in place.
      Billie continued on, skillfully navigating my shift in mood to wrap up the finalizing steps of the account and make her way out.  All the while, I nodded and pushed my most professional persona forward.  She knew.  It was obvious in her gray eyes that she saw the deep, resounding ache that my insides seemed to be screaming.  Alone, I reached for my phone and brought up his private social media.  It had been more than six months since I had laid eyes on his page.  Six months since we had reached out and talked.  So it came as no surprise that it was close to six months that ‘Clara’ had popped up in his feed, starting with an innocent candid of her with Josh and Danny.  There was another posting of just her and it looked like she was in London.  It was tagged ‘badassed vagabond queen’.  
        “Motherfucker,”  I gasped, quickly closing out the page and setting the phone to the side.
        I blew up across my presentation, my mind suddenly clear on what to do - and no there were no damn mermaids featured.  I left late that night, unable to really turn off the brain as it spilled out in furious, anxious energy.  Patrick had called, but I feigned a headache and passed on his little outing with the group of his professor friends.  When I got home, I turned off my phone and slid into the bathtub.  The last time I had allowed myself the luxury, I had been debating with myself whether to ask Jake to go on vacation with me.
       I was the source of this injury.  I knew what it was to love that man.  I knew what it could have and would have been.  I swirled the rich red wine in my glass before sipping at the liquid with a stiff lip.  There was no way for me to cry over my choices.  It had taken weeks to process my time in the cottage.  I had scrolled through my pictures repeatedly, finding nothing but a joy that was so very pure with a man that could not be mine.  Not really.  Right?  Jake’s use of my own words to describe Clara was his way of letting me know he was happy - right?  It was not meant to harm.
       Due to project deadlines, I couldn’t take my spring trip to the north.  Summer came and went and I was eyeing up October and a well deserved break.  I was not going anywhere.  I had a stack of books and a few dinners with friends planned.  It would be enough.  I had steered clear of Jake’s socials - private and public.  I did not need to torture myself with smiles that I had called my own for hours only.  I had not reached out, but neither had he.  Somewhere in my brain there was a lament.  Why hadn’t we talked about meeting in a different time - kind of like that old movie with Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr?  I didn’t need the top of the Empire State Building, but maybe to say if we were still unattached two years from now…
     Stupid.  I was being stupid selfish.
     Day three of my time off was a very mild Friday evening.  Patrick had invited me to be his plus one to a university dinner.  I had spent the better part of the day trying to clean my very neglected kitchen cupboards.  I was just slipping into shoes when Pat knocked before gliding in with a loud hello.
      “That’s what you’re wearing?”  he asked, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed in on me.
      I looked down at my outfit.  It was actually not dissimilar to his own: trousers and dress shirt.  I shrugged as I was reaching for my cardigan.
      “Oh shit no,”  he sighed.  
      “What?  What’s wrong with this?”  I asked, feeling defensive as he strolled down my hall to invade my personal space.
       “Well, if you wanted to look like Annie Hall, great, but not tonight,”  he sighed as I followed him into my closet.
       “You don’t need to be in here, Pat.”
       “Obviously, I do.”
       I smacked at his shoulder, but stopped and stepped back.  “Why?  I’ve worn this very outfit before to one of these things.  What’s going on?”
       He glanced at me - and there it was.  A glimmer.  Now the question was - was it mischief that he was up to, or was it something I needed to really be worried about.  He ducked and shifted around like a guilty puppy.
       “Damn it, Patrick.  No.”
       “What?  Nothing’s going on.”
       “Bull. Fucking. Shit.”
       He tugged out an eggplant colored dress then shuffled around the shoes.  “Just please.  For tonight.”
      I grimaced.  I hated the dress that he was trying to shove in my direction.  He had even started pulling accessories out.  That’s when I knew.
      “No, Patrick.  No.  You’re not doing a pity set up for me.  Forget it.  Especially with one of your nerdy little professor friends.  That’s the last thing I need.”
       “Y/n - it’s been months.  It’s getting painful.”
       I stomped out of the closet with hands raised and anger in my belly.  “It’s fine.  I’m just not into seeing anyone right now.”
      “And there’s nothing wrong with that,”  he replied as he tossed everything on the bed.  “But there’s something about this one that I think you’ll like.  He’s new this year.”
      “Name.”
      I saw how he perked his eyebrow before looking at me.  “You can’t judge a book by its cover, nor a person by their name.”
      “Oh this just gets better.”  I folded my arms across my chest and dug in.  “Name, Patrick.”
      “Dr. Francis Aaberg.”
      I rolled my eyes like a teenager and shook my head.  “Sounds like he has a twelve foot pole of pretentiousness up his ass to me.  Let me guess, he’s a professor of poetic studies or medieval literature.  No thank you.”
      “Medieval historical studies, actually.  Frank is a nice guy,”  he argued, holding the outfit out to me.  “Just try.  For me.”
      “Why for you?”
      He squished his eyes closed for a moment with a grimace.  “Because it’s been four months since you’ve been on any kind of date.  Even then, you shot the poor guy down before the dinner check arrived.  I just -”
     “How very asshole of you, Patrick,”  I groaned.  “I think I’ll stay in tonight.”
     “Sometimes I miss the days where you’d come out with me for an album,”  he sighed.  “Oh wait - the last time you did that you met a man that you refused to run away with.” 
      Ouch.  That fucking hurt and he knew it would fucking hurt.  It made me stop and root down to the spot I stood upon.  “Low blow, friend.”
      “On purpose, friend.”
      “You’re infuriating.”
      “And yet, you still love me for it.  Get pretty.”
      I took the outfit and retreated back to the bathroom.  I was grumbling that I would give this guy two seconds to prove himself, although I knew for a fact he was not listening.  I said it for myself.  Was I wallowing?  Maybe a touch.  
      Despite feeling awkward, I walked into the fancy-smancy cocktail hour of the evening with an enigmatic smile and a false confidence that no one could see as total bull shit.  Well, save for Patrick.  He kept his hand in mine in an attempt to keep me with him instead of following the absolute need to sprint home and don my rattiest pair of sweats and eat the pint of ice cream in my freezer.  
     “There he is,”  Pat replied as he was handing me my Tito’s + cranberry.  “Dr. Aaberg!”
      I turned to catch sight of a man who looked to be over six feet tall with neatly groomed long hair that was tucked into a bun at the nape of his neck.  When he turned his face towards us, I felt a fire ignite in my throat.  Ridiculously handsome was the phrase that tore through my brain.  From the stern brows to the sharp wit of his eyes, to the soft smile and strong jaw - all of it - all of him - was causing my axis to shift in the opposite direction.  Somehow, I made it through introductions and survived hearing his voice for the first time.  His smooth baritone struck and I couldn’t help but to picture sitting before him just losing myself in him as he talked about the weather.
       I retreated to my quiet space during the dinner, listening to Patrick converse with different colleagues.  Dr. Aaberg was actually seated nearly across from me, but the distance was vast due to the stupidly wide round table.  It gave me an opportunity to see how he interacted with others.  Somehow, I had turned to put in my requested opinion, putting my focus on the woman on the other side of Pat.  When I turned back to lift my drink, I discovered that ridiculously handsome man was smiling at me like I had caught him looking.  Instead of a grin and perhaps a blush, he doubled down, fully turning his body towards me.  He pointed to the chair next to mine which was suddenly vacated.  I nodded.
      As he stood and moved, Patrick pinched my knee under the table.  He shot me a smug look as Dr. Aaberg sat down.  The evening had just turned a corner.  It was like the rest of the night faded into a blur of laughter and what seemed to be polite getting to know you style of conversation.  He insisted his friends call him Frankie, poking at his name in the smoothest of fashion.
      “My parents were a little pompous when it came to naming their children,”  he laughed.  
      By the time we left, I had discovered many interesting things about that man, including his number.  Effortless.  It was strange that there was so little effort into how we clicked.  Over the course of weeks, my life turned into one of those film montages, each scene contained the ridiculously handsome Frankie.  Coffee shop.  Check.  Movie night out on the town.  Check.  Movie night camped out in his adorable, very cozy living room.  Check.  Him delivering flowers to my office, personally.  Check.  Me surprising him with a visit during one of his lectures.  Check.  Running through a thunderstorm to get to his car after a fabulous dinner out.  Check.  Taking in a crappy little band at the pub and loving it.  Check.  Even a damn road trip with his sister, Eponine.  Check.  That greeting card company’s movies had nothing compared to us.  Just saying.
      The holidays were rolling around when I found myself looking at the schedule of projects coming up.  I may have been in the planning stages of my next getaway, that may or may not involve my now steady company.  The air whooshed out of my lungs as my eyes landed on a very familiar name and venue.  The management for GVF were listed, along with the cursory meetings with a tag of {inserted names} of the band.  I had been on this side of the ticket before, but I was lower on the totem pole.  I would be the one handing this order over to Billie.  It did not mean that I would have nothing to do with the project, but I…  I had to be the boss now.  
      Jake would be in town at the end of April.  The thought struck hard.  It would mark two years since our vacation together.  I had not heard from him in any form of communication.  I had also not extended any kind of acknowledgement either.  My heart constricted with pain that was fainter than it had ever been, but it was there.  The corners of my mouth curled down.  My eyes traced over to my phone as my fingers itched to just take a look.  Just one look to see if he was still doing all right.
      I looked out across my office like I would be caught.  I was the boss, now, wasn’t I?  I could tell them to fuck off.  A few minutes on the socials wouldn’t be detrimental.  I opened up the app and typed in his private account.  I sucked in a breath at the sight.  The most recent post was from Thanksgiving.  Jake was wearing a smile that was blazing with electricity.  And there was his Clara with a big assed ring on her finger.  My brows shoved together.  He had told me that marriage was not something he had expected to have - especially with his job.  I stared at the scene like a beggar, so wanting to feel that level of happiness once more.  I covered my mouth in an attempt to stave off the hiccup of emotion.
      I retreated back to my own page, seeing there was a private message, I opened it to find a single word sent from Jake the same day of his post announcement of his engagement.  Happy?  I let out a searing, cloying breath.  I knew he did not mean it any way other than to simply ask if I was okay.  My mind trailed back in time to those last hours of our time together.  We were all tangled up in my bed, every inch of skin pressed against each other.  Our emotions were on full display to each other.  I was so close to begging him to stay just a little while longer.  I cursed my own stubbornness for weeks after I had watched him walk out my door.  I think he felt the same.  But that’s all I had - I thought he felt the same.
      I collected myself and turned my attention back to the screen.  I bit at the corners of my mouth as I filled in the schedule, keeping my name out of the line up for anything to do with the GVF graphics team.  
      I was rescued by a notification on my phone from Frank.  I picked up the phone to find him standing dressed in a very tailored suit giving Thor a run for his money.  Epi was getting married New Years Eve and he was walking her down the aisle.  Amazing did not really seem a good enough word to describe how he looked.  The ache for Jake stabbed a bit, but it was slowly being replaced by a warmth for the man who was here before me.  It was after all, what I had promised him I would do if ever presented a chance if it was not with him.  Frank was a good man.  Kind.  Intelligent.  A rather intense, crazy fuck.  But he was above all - good.  I could survive on ‘good’.
      Time moved on.  My relationship with Frank progressed.  It was moving towards the center of March and he had whisked me away to an extended weekend in San Francisco.  It was beautiful.  Between eating, drinking and fucking, I thought for sure there would not be a more perfect getaway.  We were on the beach at sunset, walking huddled together as the sea breeze still held a tinge of cold.  I don’t know what came over me - be it the romanticism of the ocean, or the time together, or the man before me, but the words came to me.  I was in love.  The hollow space that Jake still resided in was there, but to be honest, it was a spark that went unkindled, hadn’t it?  I had promised to love who was before me.  That man was not Jake.
       It felt good to allow myself this happiness, this intimacy with him.  He allowed me to feel like I was human once more.  Of course, Patrick was one smug bastard over the matter.  His litany of female companions were dwindling down, and he was finding himself in the same company of a woman that none of us expected - Sidney.  Somehow, they had reconnected.  Jake’s question all those years ago if love prevailed over all had struck me over the head.  It was sweet to see that their love became realized, in the end.
      The first week of April brought my nervousness to an all new high.  Billie was doing a brilliant job on the GVF account.  She had everything set up and ready to go a few weeks in advance and had versed me in the entire process.  The day before the scheduled meeting, she called in sick.  Billie had come down with something pretty bad and there was no way I could allow her to be in that meeting, even with it being virtual, looking like she had been dragged through a lake of fire and drenched in swamp water.  
      “Y/n, I’m so sorry,”  she was saying over the phone in between sniffles and coughs and wheezing.  “I can try, but-”
      “No, no,”  I was trying to get words to roll off my tongue like a normal person, but the thought of being in that meeting was making all sorts of knotted up.  “You’ve been so good about documenting everything.  Really.  Just stay home.  I can’t have you getting worse.  I have enough time to comb through it to wing it.”
      “I will owe you everything,”  she said before falling to a coughing fit that made my own lungs burn.
      “Just get rest, please and thank you,”  I replied as I was bringing up all the presentation files that she had prepared.  “I’ll fire you if you don’t.”
      “Yes, boss,”  she said with a congested laugh before saying her goodbye.
      I had just over two hours before the meeting.  I had to get my shit together.  I had all of Billie’s notes, files and the schedule in front of me when I noticed that the {inserted names} had been replaced by actual names: Josh and Sam.  A wave of relief struck that left me feeling much less frantic.  I repeated to myself over and over that I was going to be alright.  It was just a formal meeting - exactly like what I had already lived through a few years prior.  
     I swear the clock was against me.  Suddenly it was five minutes before I was to be in the conference room.  I checked in with the tech team, and there I was faced with the GVF graphics team.  I apologized that Billie could not be with them, but reintroduced myself, reminding them of our time a few years before.  This was kind of like the pre-meet before going before what Jake had called the suits of the management team.  I was immediately shifted into overdrive professionally as I discovered that there would be a few last minute changes in what the show would need.  I was scrambling to include these changes when the display board lit up before me to cast the view of a conference room live from Nashville.  
      I buried the minor panic from the moment and smiled into the camera as a welcome came through the screen.  I listened as their graphics leader explained the situation as I realized I was not looking at Sam and Josh.  Jake was sitting next to his twin, his eyes squarely on my position on the screen before him.  I felt every drop of moisture dry up inside of my mouth.  I fought to maintain my smile.  I said my hello and my introduction, with the preface that I had been team leader the last visit GVF had had to the Twin cities, and was well acquainted in what their needs would be when it came to the venue.  
      Josh let out a chuckle before his hand landed on Jake’s arm.  “Y/n!  So good to see you.  Hope you are doing well.”
      “Hello, Josh.  Jake.  It’s good to see you both once more,”  I said, keeping my tone reserved and professional.  Though in my head I was screeching and screaming and perhaps even experiencing more than a few voice cracks.  
      I watched as Jake swallowed hard, his eyes were hidden by his sunglasses.  He did not smile.  He did not give any way for me to know what he was thinking.  “Deep Purple,”  he finally said, and the room around him stirred with an uncomfortable shift.
      The team leader stepped in and started going over the logistics.  I picked up his thread and ran with it, incorporating the changes and moving on with the meeting at hand.  The whole time, he did not move.  He did not seem to register any emotion.  It was easier when I was having to talk, but when it was not my turn, I could not help where my gaze fell.
      I could not honestly say if Jake was angry.  His whole vibe certainly made it seem like he was upset.  Was it me?  Was it because something happened and he was forced to be in the meeting with the suits that day?  I broke eye contact long enough to take a drink of water and scan across the documents and visuals that were being shown.  When I looked back, I discovered that he had pushed his glasses to the top of his head, fanning his hair out from his face.  Jake was one of those men whose age only strengthened his features.  The depth of his gaze pierced me.  My mind drifted against my will…
      I was snuggled into his side and breathing in the sex we had just had.  He was catching his breath, eyes closed, lips parted, with a flush across his cheeks that no artist would be able to capture correctly to equate his beauty in my mind.  He turned his eyes to look at me and in the moment, I knew.  I knew all of me was for him.  He gently tucked my hair behind my ear as he ducked his chin to kiss me.  The tenderness enraptured me.  The way I felt like I was his hallowed ground was unlike anything that I had ever felt before.  If he would have asked me at that moment…
      “I see our changes were received,”  Jake remarked, his voice void of familiarity that I had half hoped for.  “Will there be any issues on the part of the venue?”
      I shook myself back to the present.  I looked at Jake like I had just broadcasted what had been only in my thoughts.  I cleared my throat and assured that the venue would be prepared and able to accommodate whatever was needed.
      The corner of Jake’s mouth twitched as the management team wrapped things up.  He turned his attention to his phone, going so far as to push himself back from the table.  Josh frowned at him, but smiled and waved as assurances were made and compliments were passed around.  The GVF team wanted to extend a get well to Billie, and I smiled with a warm ‘thank you’.
      My phone pinged and the screen lit, taking my attention away for a moment as we were saying our goodbyes.  I could see Jake’s name in the text alert.  I failed to stop the frown before looking back at the group.  He was already standing up to excuse himself.  I blew out a breath as the end screen replaced the live meeting.  I chewed my lip a bit, unsure if I really wanted to see what he had texted.  I collected everything and exited the conference room to retreat back to my office with the door closed to really look at the message.
     “Just tell me that you are happy.”
      My hands shook as I held the phone.  Every emotion possible was flooding my system in an open threat to overwhelm me.  I counted to twenty with my eyes closed.  When I opened them, I was looking at the lovely picture that was on my desktop screen of me and Frank at the Golden Gate Bridge Park.  His arm was wrapped around me, and I was holding onto him for dear life as a huge gust of wind had come up as he lifted the phone to take the picture.  I grinned at the thought - I was so afraid we were going to be knocked back into the water.  But, he had me.  He had me wrapped up and safe and made me feel every ounce of security that he could offer.
      I typed a single line in with a sniffle that I was glad Jake could not see.  “I am happy.”
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CD&FE, Part 4.2: Jake’s POV
      I was at first pissed as hell to have Sam call at midnight, while I was three drinks in and dancing my girl around the kitchen while we waited for the delivery of food.  But then, to hear that his Noah was in the ER with a high temp and bad cough made me realize I was just being a shit.  I grimaced knowing that I would surely need to cut myself off and…
      “Shit,”  I grumbled as I set my empty tumbler into the sink.
      I successfully passed it off on having to sit with the suits the next day.  The angel that she is, Clara brushed it off, instantly switching her own drink to water with me and eating side by side on the island as I was buried in work in order to catch up with everything that was going to be expected of me.  I had avoided looking at the schedule until after she drifted to bed with a promise of a smile in the morning.  
      We had met in Seattle through a mutual friend.  Clara was the kind of spirit that lit the room when she entered and made it darker when she left.  She was an artist that painted what was before her and sketched what was behind.  She found beauty in the ordinary and in beauty, she could create something beyond the ordinary.  She did not tolerate my moods and I didn’t tolerate her cheerfulness in the morning.  It was a great fit.  After Duluth, and my time with Y/n, it was a few months of what could only be described as wallowing.  If we hadn’t been busy cutting the next album, I probably would have been crawling back to her home in a vain attempt to beg her to change her mind.  
      Clara was a free spirit, following the wind and her heart - no matter where it led her.  Somehow, after missed calls and fumbled attempts of meeting up, we landed together and had been side by side every day since.  She truly was a vagabond queen.  She bought into coming on the road with me with an enthusiasm that surprised me.  And the family adored her.  A year later, we were walking through shops in Rome and stumbled upon this ring that I said looked like an engagement ring fit for her.  It had surprised us both.  However, it was honest and I had meant it. 
      I had never wanted to marry.  Not really.  I didn’t think it would be fair to ask a partner of any kind to put their life on hold.  Clara certainly was not interested in getting married, but the thought of engagement was good enough for both of us.  If asked when the wedding was - the answer was simple: someday.  It was enough of a commitment for both of us.
       I looked at the schedule and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Y/n was not listed as the contact for the graphics team for St. Paul.  In the stillness of the moment, however, my gut twisted.  There had been a time where her name would make me melt like a fangirl.  The morning I left her, I dreaded what was to come.  I knew there was love there.  I expressed it.  I felt it as she flayed it apart and returned it to me in unpalatable pieces.  I wasn’t angry.  That wasn’t it.  It was like we were the same piece of paper folded over; but instead of lining up, the crease wasn’t just right so we were just ‘off’ where we met on our edges.  It took weeks to realize it was a form of disappointment that was hard to shake and even harder to accept.
      The morning rush turned into the morning stand still as I waited in traffic to get to the offices.  I still beat Josh by half an hour, to which I reminded him that he owed me lunch since he was last to show.  We slogged through the first hurdles, knowing that we were stuck in that room for the next five hours talking about logistics.  Definitely not the sexiest part of the show, but necessary.  I had filled pages of sketched doodles as I struggled to engage with the suits, most of it going right through me, around me, above me.  Josh was being his typical self.  Sometimes I admired his ability to smile and nod his way through just about anything.  
       The graphics team was after a fifteen minute break.  I was outside, a smoke on my lip, and texting with Clara about meeting up for dinner out when Josh was already waving at me to hurry up.  I was relaxed as I made my way back inside.  I even smiled as I returned to my seat and laughed at the joke that Josh was cackling over.  
      The room quieted as the display came to life.  I took a quick sip of my water before resigning to sketching once more.  There was a pause that I did not expect.  I looked up and found myself in a spiral that I did not want to be caught in.  Y/n was in the corner of the screen, her face filled with her mix of professionalism and warmth.  Josh did not move behind me, but he knew I was totally fucked as he said his hello.  I swallowed hard.  My skin bubbled with heat as I froze.  I couldn’t look away.  It was like everything with Clara over the past fifteen months was voided out and I was back in that era of limbo. 
      “Deep Purple,”  I felt my tongue let out as I fought to breathe.
      At that, Josh did push me in the back over my own idiocy.  Regardless, she carried on, with the explanation that the original team leader, Billie whatever her last name, was ill and that for the purposes of this meeting, Y/n would just handle the presentation.  Billie would be the sole contact leading up to the show. 
      Fuck.  She was truly distancing herself from the account.  At the thought, every part of me was screaming for every part of her.  I couldn’t move.  I couldn’t divert my attention away from her being before me without a way to touch her, to convey that all the love that I had for her was just waiting to be stoked and nurtured.  I was pretty sure I was giving off full on stalker vibes, but I didn’t really care.  I couldn’t stop.  It was like my brain was soaking up every bit it could like a goddamn addict.
     “I see our changes were received,”  I said, trying to be as professional as possible while hating how cold my voice sounded to my own ears.  “Will there be any issues on the part of the venue?”
     The edge of her tone caught me off guard as she was running through the bullet points of needs that we had accumulated over the course of the last seven shows.  Apparently, our team had delayed relaying those changes, so she did not have a clear example of what it would translate to, but would get us the information as soon as possible.  
      Josh leaned forward, tapping my shoulder.  “Fucking blink, will you?”
      It was enough of a distraction to break me from my gaze at the display.  I reached for my water but hearing her laugh brought me up short.  The note of it clenched my heart with memory and my thoughts fogged over with it.
      We had been tangled up all day on the couch.  Most of that time, we were in our own little worlds that were encapsulated in our own books.  However, just to have her presence meant everything to me.  It was a glimpse into the stillness that was her.  To feel that we didn’t need to stuff all of this ‘togetherness’ within every day, or fill it with going places that would keep us from being this close?  Somehow the quiet of those hours had permeated my skin with a calm that I had desired every day since.
      She had begun to drift to sleep, her book falling against her folded up knees.  The tinge of a flush on her cheeks sent my heart to racing.  I had set my book to the side and held my arms open for her.  The wisp of a smile joined the blush.  She didn’t hesitate and curled up with me.  The feel of her weight against me, the smell of her perfume settled me.  Made me realize that though she was yanking every bit of domestication from me, I liked it.  
      I had brushed my fingers across the exposed skin of her arm over and over as she quickly surrendered to sleep.  She was fragile.  She was a brawler.  She was smart and strong as hell and yet, to be in such a vulnerable state she imbibed in the one thing that hadn’t been given over for some time - trust.  She trusted me.  How had I been the kind of man for her that she would just -
     It was over.  The graphics team were saying goodbye.  I felt my lips thin against my teeth.  I fell heavily into the back of the chair.  Josh was chatting along with the suits in his all too loud manner.  My head was splitting with too much thought.  I excused myself and drifted out of the conference room.  I looked at my phone and saw a text from Clara about reservations.  I was practically biting through my lip at the sight.  I swallowed hard as I looked around the busy offices before opening her contact to text her.
      “Just tell me you are happy.”
      It was all I could put into a single sentence without sounding like I was ready to fucking run all the way to St. Paul and throw myself at her like an idiot.  I caught Josh’s eye as I shoved my way through the door.  I needed a smoke to calm my nerves.  I had Clara.  We were committed to each other, right?  How the hell could a single 23 minute meeting with a room full of people that Y/n was not even physically present make me want to throw everything that I had built with a rather gorgeous spirit to the shit can?  It was wrong.  It was so wrong.  I needed to get my head clear and back on track.  That was all.
      I was just about to light up a second cigarette when my phone pinged.  I saw her contact picture and felt emotions stab as I struggled to push away.  Whatever her answer, it didn’t matter.  Happy. Sad.  Alone.  It was not on me.  I had goodness in my life.  I had a partner that was on the same page and actually wanted to be with me.  
      I stopped.  The phone fell to my side.  When the fuck did I start sounding so selfish?  Worse than selfish.  I knew two year olds who could be more selfless.  Being with me had nothing to do with why we couldn’t be together.  
      I took a breath in and unlocked my phone to see Y/n’s single line answer:
      “I am happy.”
      Three words.  Eight letters.  But it filled me with such a rush of emotion that gripped my internal organs and squeezed until I wanted to say ‘mercy’.  The rest of the afternoon moved slow and I moved all the slower because of it.  Josh tried to make me see the positive side of it, but I wasn’t ready to see it yet.  I made it home before Clara.  I sat down and just stared at the scratch that was on the top of the coffee table.  I allowed my heart to bleed for more than a few moments.  I felt small in the corner of the couch.  I felt like I was hollow.  I had gotten very good at filling all the spaces that Y/n had left blank when we parted.  
      I heard the garage door grind through its mechanical lift but couldn’t get myself to really move.  I had fallen too far into the hole of what could have been.  Clara banged around as she dumped her bag and kicked out of her boots and finally appeared with a huge smile that should have lit the sun.  I watched as the corners of that smile faded like a sunset before she sat down next to me.
     “Time with the suits must’ve been rough,”  she said as she threaded her hand through my own.  
      I couldn’t voice my thoughts.  The last damn thing I wanted to do was hurt her with my dumb ass not being able to slog through whatever hold Y/n still held on me.  I was chewing the inside of my lip as she turned my chin so I would look her in the eyes.  She looked across my features and it was like all her warmth, all her love for me wrapped me up in a blanket of comfort.
      “Jake,”  she whispered.  “Trust me.  Just talk to me.  Holding this in, whatever it is, does more harm than good.”
      My brows pinched as my gaze fell away from her.  “I, uh, um…  I saw someone today that I wasn’t expecting.”
      “Oh, during your meetings?”  she asked, turning her body to fully face me.
      I nodded as I fidgeted with her hand. 
     “Is this person an old girlfriend?”
      I couldn’t stop the little snort that slipped through my nose.  “I wouldn’t call her girlfriend, but she was… special to me.”
     “Jake,”  Clara said, her tone firm enough to capture my attention.  “It’s alright to talk about other women.  It would be dumb to think that I’m your first love.  Tell me about her.  What’s her name?”
     It was odd, but then again, it was Clara.  She threw one arm over the back of the couch and leaned towards me like a friend.  “Y/n,”  I finally said just to see if she would react in a negative way.
      She grinned.  “Pretty.”
      I felt disarmed.  There was no need for defenses in this conversation.  I started with how we had met and how we parted this last time - and why we parted.  It felt good to have the words cross through my mouth in such a way that wasn’t hindered or muted.  It had to have taken effort for her to listen to me work through how I had been in love.
      “I think I get why you feel this way right now,”  she said, turning so that she could lean against me.  I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close.  “It had to hurt to come to the conclusion that you were both on a path that would never really be together.”
      “Yeah,”  I whispered.  “I’m sorry, I kind of killed the mood for going out tonight.”
      “It’s all right.  I think you’re more important than a reservation,”  she said plainly.  “Can I ask you a question?”
       “Didn’t you just do that?”  I chuckled at my own joke but she just rolled her eyes.
       “If she would’ve gone with you - on the road - do you think that you would still be with her?”
       “I’m not sure how to answer that.”
      “Okay, how about this.  Would you give yourself up - your career, or at least change it so that you could have been with her as she worked on her career?”
       I couldn’t answer.  Not honestly.  Give up music?  Give up touring?  There were too many aspects to even consider.  Music was all I knew, but did that mean leaving it behind?
    “Jake,”  she whispered.  “You love me still, right?”
     “No question about it,”  I said and it was the truth.
     “But you still love her, in some way,”  Clara said across a blown out breath.  “I have a feeling you always will.  Those people don’t come around too often.”
     I watched as she stood up from the couch, asking if I wanted a drink before she started to root around in the kitchen for something to eat.  I felt lighter, but it left me to wonder if I had done damage.  Had I asked too much of her to just listen to what was fully inside?  And her question to give up music had shook me.  There were about a million ways to stay in music - even stay in the band, just slow things down.  Families were involved now.  Children.  Education on the road was one thing for them.  But what about friends?  Were we asking too much of our kids to continue this life?  Sam and Danny had no qualms working their asses off for their families, but surely there would be a point where their wives would call it time.  And the folks were fine watching the kids, but their own wanderlust was itching them into retirement.
     “I’m just going to call for delivery,”  she said, her voice full of defeat after rummaging for a while.  “Tacos?”
     I nodded, but my mind was absent.  I allowed my brain to go into the spaces that we as a band had only glazed over in conversation.  I hated it.  I hated that I couldn’t see what was going to happen and be able to plan for it.  None of us wanted to leave a path of destruction behind us just to achieve what we had set out to do - not with our loved ones at least.  We hadn’t been raised that way.  It would’ve been easy to fall into the failed relationships trap, but so far, none of us had.  We were able to move along through our careers with the support of everyone around us that we absolutely treasured.  
      I rubbed my hands across my face as she walked back into the living room with a low ball of whiskey for me.  I kissed her.  Honestly kissed her.  She was my ‘now’ and I accepted it.  I could wait to see if she was my forever.
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Hey I love your work so much you brought back my love for sea creatures and stumbled across this beautiful creature.
The phantom jellyfish the most rarest jellyfish
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Look at this beautiful jellyfish.
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I ever found this beautiful fanart of a human phantom jellyfish I could not find the artist but its beautiful.
woa!!! I’ve never heard of this jelly before but it looks so pretty!!! Has a gothic-like or somewhat deadly kind of vibe. Oooooo! I'm going to do the ocatrio with malleus for this one since you didn't specify. Hope that's alright! These jellys are so cool cause they dont have stingers! their arms are used to just scoop up plankton and carry that to the mouth.
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A beautiful creature of the deep, rare, and rather secluded but you always found comfort in the pressure and darkness around you as you drifted through the void. Scavenging what you could from the waters with your long ribbon-like arms. You don't have the ability to sting, but your ribbons can be used to strangle and disorient predators. Especially since your dark skin matches the darkness of home. You have dark skin with a dark brown/orange undertone. Your body and arms make you up to 30 ft long! Your arms are 25 of those feet.
When you were called to the surface and NRC you struggled greatly with the harsh light. Your human form is only 6 ft tall with long, dark, ribbon-like hair and longer-than-average arms. you are able to manipulate your hair but you keep that more of a secret. you are fairly secluded and try to avoid crowds as much as physically possible. You have dark skin and your eyes are a startling orange color. You usually wear dark sunglasses so no one can really see your eyes unless the sun has set or it's fairly dark in the room.
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Azul: Knows your a mer, he likes keeping tabs on all the merfolk on campus. Your strange ribbon-like hair was what really caught his attention and he asked blackmailed you about it. Found out the hard way what it can do. He underestimated you since you seemed rather... soft-mannered. The twins wouldn't let him live it down for like a week. You do visit the lounge since it reminded you of the few times you floated closer to the twilight zone from your midnight home. the lower lighting was also the only lighting you could handle ok without your glasses so you visited and studied there quite often. He appreciates your patronage and somehow your calm demeanor and strength draw him to you. He liked being around you since your calm aura helps calm him. After long enough you are invited to sit in his VIP room where he turns all the lights off other than the aquarium or a controlled light over his desk and only his desk. You greatly appreciate it. He does try many times to have you work for him, your hair acts like his many arms back in the sea! imagine how efficient you would be! but he does understand how you wouldn't be able to work in the light.
When he first saw you merform in the magic pressure pool he was amazed at how LONG you were! He thought you were like the twin's size not double their length and then some! loves how silky your arms are and how you don't sting but he can feel the strength in those arms and remembers to not underestimate you. If you invite him to swim with you he will try to stammer out a smooth response. Maybe someday. Does with to have you do some sort of sink dancing thing, you would do amazing with it! the way your arms are already like silk makes him dream. if you ever are close and you wrap your soft arms around him he will immediately melt and even have some tears build up in his eyes. Your hugs are understanding and kind and calm.
Jade: Your hair is what really caught his attention. The way it seemed to squirm along with you when he asked many uncomfortable questions. Knew you were a mer from Azul and was trying to figure out what exactly you were, you didn't cover up like other jellyfish mers yet you had that calmness they are known for. Probably figured it out when he overheard you tell someone else what you were. Such a rare specimen had Jade all the more intrigued. Asked even more questions and even subtly hinted he knew what you were, he got hair slapped when he gave you a dark jello treat he created and mentioned wanting to test if its taste was accurate. Super surprised that your hair actually had that kind of force, he knew it could move but you made him take a full step back to catch himself. Impressive~ also likes to try and see your eyes but is more respectful than Floyd, usually lowers the lights in your area of the lounge with some magic, just to see those beautiful glowing orange orbs.
When he first saw your mer form he was very curious about your long arms. Asking politely to hold one since he knew he couldn't reach you in the pressure pool without risking bodily harm. He compliments the texture and strength of the silky ribbons. Happily offering a job at the mostro louge for a once-a-week show from the depths. You kindly turned him down, saying you like to be more in the shadows than the star. He nods at this. you both connect by watching things from a distance. Asks many questions still but won't hint at trying to eat you after he saw Floyd get strangled for biting you.
Floyd: Squishy!! He likes squeezing you, You're so soft and easy to squeeze, but you don't wiggle as much! He calls you black jellyfish. He likes to mess with your hair. it looks so cool! one time it slapped him when he tried to bite it and he loved it even more! Pokes and prods at it to annoy you. Thought you were boring but another time stole your sunglasses and really liked your eyes! He's never seen glowing orange eyes before! so now this man pokes at your hair and tries to blind you a lot. You try to stay away from him but that's fairly difficult to do. Over time he clams a bit around you, especially when he really pissed you off and you strangled him to near passing out. Likes to see you try new foods, and your faces of delight are so cute! he also pesters you with a lot of questions. he changes his nickname for you when you correct him. "phantom jelly!" he would usually call out before you are lifted off of your feet. sometimes he will break turn off the lights to get you to show off your glowing eyes.
When he first saw your merform in the pressure pool he wanted to hop right in but just before he jumped in you cocooned him in your silky arms, telling him he's an idiot for trying to swim in the most dangerous pool, he would be crushed like a tin can even in his merform! he said you were no fun but did have to agree that a broken tail would suck more. You keep an arm and eye on him to make sure he doesn't try anything particularly stupid. He really likes your cool silky arms! keeps asking when you would want to swim with him in the dorm underwater sanctuary. He's very lucky you are very patient with his very excitable self.
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Malleus: You both connected by being out at night, when the world is still and you feel closer to home. The darkness is a welcome relief to you. You and he crossed paths on a late-night walk. No words were needed as you both continued to walk through the night, pointing out some stars or other small things of interest. You even let your hair down and he happily allowed his magic fireflies to show themselves. You were the best of mute friends understanding each other's lonely life with no words needed. He and you took a few weeks before words were spoken and it was comfortable. he enjoys the smooth texture of your hair and is always pleasantly surprised at its strength when you do use it. you admire his dark power and how his horns are so tough and strong on his head.
When he first sees your merform in a lake one night he couldn't help but be mesmerized by your long silky arms. The way they floated and swayed in the water, the gentle glow from just under your skin, and the softness of your body in the water. He complimented you and your form, promising to show you his true form someday when you were both ready for it. He treasures your trust and tries to help you with his magic, even creating a spell to make a bubble of darkness around you so light doesn't hurt your eyes as much. He also really likes your eyes, unnatural yet powerful, like his.
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llamagoddessofficial · 10 months
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i love the good aquarium au! i want to see the fishes happy 🩷o🩷 How do the sirens interact with mc in this version? 🩷
Sans: He has to wait much longer than his bad AU counterpart to get to 'play' with her. This aquarium is very safety-focused, and unwilling to have anyone even near his open tank, let alone in it. Despite his obvious obsession and courting displays, Mc remains safely behind thick barriers and high out of his reach- the only chance he'll get is if he proves he can behave, and Mc herself is the one who approaches management about the subject of swimming with him.
Her presence clearly has benefits on him, so she spends a lot of time on his shifts, talking to him from up on the railings or entertaining him through the glass, sometimes just doing homework by the dappled blue light of his tank. He does occasionally attempt to pull her into the water, whether he's breaching and knocking the railing or grabbing a feeding pole and yanking it (in the hopes of yanking her in with it)... but he's always unsuccessful.
It gives them time to get to know one another more. Time for him to mellow, realise that just because she leaves when her shift is over doesn't mean she won't come back. Time, so that when they do finally make physical contact, it's a gentle and mutual experience that leaves him feeling like things in his world are going to be okay.
Red: Again, poor Red has to wait a lot longer in this AU to get to swim with his girlfriend. But not as long as Sans. Since Red's so well behaved with humans, his keepers interact with him a lot more closely (albeit while wearing plenty of hand and arm protection), giving him lots of chances to flirt with her close-up. He gets many more opportunities than Sans to show that he can behave with her; though 'behaving' still includes grabbing her butt if she lets her guard down too long.
... In this AU, the aquarium knows Red considers her his mate. Mc does too. After she was suddenly hired, the first thing management did was put her on a pretty intense and in-depth learning course. Now even if he's flirting like a siren she knows exactly what's going on. Initially, it made the aquarium cautious about letting her swim with him- but since he's never going to be released, it might be alright after all. It does make life easier when it comes to things like giving him medicine; he doesn't bite when it's his mate doing the medical checkup.
Skull: Mc ends up interacting physically with Skull a lot sooner than anyone intended. At first, there was obviously zero contact thanks to his kill, she'd only even THINK of interacting physically with Skull if she was completely confident he'd never hurt her. And that kind of confidence would only come from a long while working with him, perhaps years.
... Thing is. He's a clever boy, he wants Mc's affection. And he won't wait years. He makes a 'hobby' out of breaking security measures and pulling her into the tank- at first it's a terrifying incident, but as it happens over and over, it loses its shock value and becomes something of an in-joke at the aquarium. Especially since he never actually does anything... just pulls her in, cuddles her, then politely sets her back on the side of the tank like nothing happened. No matter what they do, Skull just finds increasingly more and more complicated and innovative ways to snatch her into his pool.
Eventually, they can clearly see he's not going to kill her- and they decide it's probably just easier for everyone if she interacts with him in person. He's going to grab her anyway, may as well let him do it before he finds a way to break every security measure they have.
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sugaarquoted · 1 year
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Can I request the vice wardens plus silver or replace him with Lilia them seeing their crush alone and breaking down after seeing them "attempt," to do magic but failed because they don't have any. They just wanted to know what it's like plus grim keeps messing up and dragging their grades down
what a sweet request! i apologize for taking so long to get to writing it- have had a lot on my plate recently. as compensation i'll do the vice wardens with silver included :) hope you enjoy!
just a note! savanaclaw does not have a vice housewarden so that is why savanclaw is not present in this work
and! since you said 'crush' i will be leaving ortho out of this since i only do platonic works for him :)
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What luck you had.
First you get transported to this mysterious place filled with magic and unknown capabilities of others. But you are expected to keep up your grades while lacking said abilities?
That seemed unfair didn't it? Especially with a certain... weasel who had a habit bringing your shared grades down constantly with his 'oh so great capabilities'.
Of course you were used to his antics by now, as it had been months since the beginning of your journey in this new world.
Yet the issue with your dropping grades never faltered.
Somehow, you had a burst of motivation to try taking things into your own hands.
Reading book after book, asking for opinion after opinion you were lead blind into believing you could be successful in the art of magic of just a mere human.
You are not sure what it was today but you could slowly feel your incentive fade after the failure that had occurred.
Now with each attempt leading to failure, you came to the conclusion that this world maybe was not meant for you after all, along with the magic everyone seemed to possess.
What are you going to do...
Trey Clover
Trey had a lot to keep track of as vice house warden, not as much as the house warden himself but still a significant amount of tasks.
Hence why he was heading out of the dorm at this later-than-usual hour, scrambling for last minute supplies.
On the way to Mr. S's Mystery Shop, picking up goods and ingredients last minute for yet another dorm get together, he almost missed the sight of you pacing back and forth not far from where he was heading to.
He had a lot to think of this evening after all. But your well-being was no added weight to his duties.
"Hey, Prefect, you alright-"
He almost immediately noticed your panicked expression paired with your anxious pacing as he approached.
Trey sat you down outside the shop, letting you lean on him if need be.
Offers you a snack, if you're hungry, and water.
Spends most of the time is spent comforting you and asking you if you need anything. (He cares so much about your health, especially now when it is obvious you need some assurance)
Speaking of assurance, he very much makes it his duty to tell you how appreciative everyone here is.
He is here for you right now and anything you need, he can supply.
"You really are an important part of our lives, Prefect. Even without magic, and.. whether or not you have that ability does not matter one bit to me.
Ahem Well.. would you like to come back to Heartslabyul? Help out with some baking if you'd like. Might keep your mind of things for awhile"
Jade Leech
As soon as you had walked into the Mostro Lounge, you managed to catch eyes with Jade, who was currently cleaning cutlery in the meantime before it was necessary for him to serve the guests again.
He watched as you scurried off to one of the corner tables near the aquarium's decorum.
That was strange, you usually pick one of the centre tables to save while you wait for any of the usuals to join you.
"Good evening, Prefect, how may I assist you tonight?"
You seemed to be in a daze or somewhat surprised as he asked. To prompt your lack of context, due to only now picking up on his question. He continued.
"Are you awaiting any of our other usual guests? Or will this be a table for one tonight. If the latter is the case, may I take your order?"
Now, Jade was many things. One of those things not being dense. It was obvious enough that something was up with the dear Prefect.
Another thing is that he is Azul's right hand man, most trusted, more so. Meaning he did have an unusually busy Wednesday evening at the Lounge. But he was willing to take his chances for you.
Opts to keep you company 'while he can get away with it' as he says
Does not specifically point out that he can tell something is wrong. But does make it obvious he knows at the very least.
Definitely talks about some silly thing Floyd did, or mentions something Azul was frustrated about simply to take your mind off of whatever seemed to bother you in the moment.
He did not wish to know what was affecting you, since naturally it would have been his duty to report it to Azul.
Truly did care about making you feel better, with his sly comments included to tease you nonetheless.
"Return to work? My my, do you wish for my leave already? There is nothing better I could be doing in this moment besides keeping you company like what I am doing right now.
Are you sure you wouldn't like something off the menu? I am sure you can get away with a discount, and I will make sure your request is the top of our priority."
Jamil Viper
A cold evening on a school day in the middle of the week was not really the prime time to be out and about. Especially when Ramshackle was just a short walk away. Not that it would really provide much warmth knowing its current state.
Yet here you were, out doors and sitting on the steps in front of Night Raven College's main building. Alone for that matter.
Jamil was prepared to walk away, pretend he did not notice you. It was not like it was his problem. However he did notice, and... he cared.
Momentarily stopping in his tracks he turns and heads in your direction, sitting down on the cool concrete steps once he did.
After a moment of thought he sighs, then silently removes his uniform blazer and drapes it over your shoulders despite you already wearing your own. Since—
"—Its cold out, don't you think?"
He lets the question linger after another moment of silence, before choosing to speak once more. Something was up.
"Aren't you usually with Grim?"
Jamil's comment trails off as he picks up some of the pieces. Maybe it was intentional Grim, or anyone else for that matter, was not here.
Lets you speak up about your issue if you desire, or lets your silence stay quiet but comforting nonetheless.
If you decide to tell him about your thoughts he will provide a welcoming aura for you to talk.
Your problems were not really his business, but if he could tell something is weighing you down, it would be better to get it off your chest sooner than later.
Stays with you as long as you need, or as long as he can until he needs to pry Kalim out of some situation sooner or later.
Overall, is here when and if you need him to be.
"I guess this world really is strange if you put it that way. But you are welcome here. You have helped us all out, some of us more than others. I'm sure Kalim can agree...
Speaking of, I should head back and check on him. You're welcome to come along if you'd like. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see you as well."
Rook Hunt'
"Bonjour!"
Rook called out, hoping to take you out of your supposed trance; noticing you seated on a bench near a tree, providing some sort of camouflage for you. Nothing that could fool Rook, however.
His plan seemed work, noticing you looking in his direction. He tipped his hat towards you before he took up a seat next to you before realizing, upon further inspection, there were tears beginning to dry on your cheeks.
"Ah! C'est ne pas possible! Who would have dared to make an attempt to deject your heart with sorrow?"
Rook's sudden overdramatic reaction definitely caused a few heads to turn in your direction, momentarily for the most part
His reactions towards anything would never differ would they.
Despite his over the top reactions. He cares. so. much.
If you wanna share what is going on? He's here. If not? he is still here.
And if it was someone, or something, that causes you this much stress clearly they were the ones in the wrong!
Ask if you need anything. Anything and he will supply it within seconds.
May go on a rant using long descriptions with words you barely know the meaning to, just because he knows it'll make you smile.
Just wants to see you smile and display feelings of joy!
"Mais, you are our Prefect, plus cher, non? You are a very important piece of all our lives now. All of us truly appreciate you dearly! How couldn't we? Ah, still not convinced maintenant?
Let us go inside yes? I have no doubts, Roi de Poison will be able to provide a second perspective to my reasoning."
Lilia Vanrouge
This evening was rather boring for Lilia. For once, he truly had nothing to do. Of course there were always things to be done back at Diasomnia, but tonight he felt for a need of fresh air. So he decided to use Malleus' tactic and take a stroll around Ramshackle.
Unsurprisingly, due to the area he walked, he noticed the Prefect alone by the dorm building.
What a perfect opportunity!
Pranks were in a fae's nature, scaring people included all the more.
Luckily, a nearby tree had perfect placement for his idea, and so he carried through.
Until he took a good look at your expression. You did not look very happy-go-lucky at all in that moment. Still he decided to at least go and check up on you, after scaring you of course.
Using magic to place himself sneakily within the branches of the nearby tree, he suddenly appeared in front of your view, attempting to surprise you with this process.
It was successful! However, after now seeing your expression further up close, he presumes this may not have been the best time and place for his own shenanigans.
Indirectly apologizes for his "childish behaviour" as he says
Instead of sitting beside you, he crouches down a little as the two of you interact
Although he is one of the 'people' who utilizes magic for almost every basic task and action, he tries greatly to prove to you the not so great and tricky aspects of the art (even for someone as experienced with it as he is)
He also shows you how you can enjoy it without having any of your own
Shows you both sides to magic, the good and not so great
"This world may not be as familiar as you think right now, but magic shouldn't be the finality of what you seek. Know of the friends and relationships you have and the memories you create each day.
Everyone here has grown very fond of you, some more than you might ever think to know. Well then, come along now! Let's get you inside and warm."
Silver
They look wonderful here.
The light of the sun splitting the leaves of the trees, turning the green grass more of a golden hue. The quiet call of birds broke the silence the calming breeze caused.
But most of all. You.
You were in the midst of this sight, adding to the perfect painted picture in Silver's eyes.
Calmly staring off into the distance while the light reflects glowing skin and shiny cheeks.
But... what was causing the shine.
Tears, he realized.
Now that was more than enough to get him to actually stop merely watching from a distance. Just to make sure those were not actually tears.
"Uhm— hello, Prefect"
He began, peeking around the tree you were leaning against.
"I was watch—"
No that did not sound right at all. Quite creepy if he does say so himself...
A moment of silence passes before he decides to make a second attempt with hopefully better wording, praying you forgot the first by now.
"Is... there something on your mind?"
He was met with silence. Which is reasonable after you have most likely just been crying, and now attempting not to shed any more.
"You know.. I like to come here when things aren't always going to plan as well. It is very calming and peaceful here isn't it?"
Since it is obvious that the silence brought at least a bit of comfort to your problem, he lets the comfortable stay that way for the most part
Talks and asks as much as he can, to make sure he has done anything he possibly can to make you feel better
Ends up falling asleep at one point, despite trying his hardest not to
Even you ended up making this relaxing spot more relaxing for him with just your presence alone
Very much cares, but won't force you to reveal what is on your mind if you don't feel like it
"My 'spot'? Oh— no that's not it. I just happen to go here a lot. We can share if it brings you ease. Of course if you'd like to. I wouldn't mind at all, in fact that might be really nice...
Is whatever's on your mind still bothering you? Well.. if I am ever feeling down father always has some sort of trick. Maybe we can go and see him and he will think of something for you as well."
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trigunsbbygirl · 10 months
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Reverse Isekai HCs with Vash
okay this WAS meant to just be realitively vague general headcannons but it kinda turned into giving Vash a good time after he's spent a lot of time learning about Earth
also got a bit sidetracked on some points😅
•he's very eager to learn practically everything about Earth!! he wants to know how the weather works, the different types of biomes and animals, the cultures and the foods, he watches every documentary and youtube video you show him very intently and eagerly:(<3 he's got the cutest face and reactions when he watches them
•he asks a lot of questions, especially in the beginning! Vash would be really happy even if you gave the most basic answer possible. he kinda looks up to you a lot for the more general information and helping to push him in the right direction for when he wants to learn something
•so start him off light, the basics! there's 7 continents, the different types of weather, biomes and land/waterforms and expand from there! how the biomes have certain weather patterns, the animals and plants you can find there and so on
•once he's used to navigating your computer and you've taught him internet safety and to avoid certain things, he's using it to learn all about whatever is on his mind that day. you'll come home from work or school and he'll run up to you and tell you all the stuff he learned about that day.
•he's really proud and excited about it all so please share at least a little bit of that excitement! even better, if you take the time to learn/refresh your mind with him! even if you're just in the same room with him, doing something else and only half paying attention, Vash is still really happy!
•also!! pls praise him!! it's not easy to be thrown onto a different planet(even if he does know a bit about it) and learn so many new things but he's trying his best!
•one day you came home with a box of donuts and explained that you asked for the next few days off so you and Vash could do whatever he wanted. you even saved up so if Vash wanted to travel to the next city or go someplace like the museum or an aquarium you could!
•at first Vash was really hesitant to accept this, like he felt guilty in a way? he also felt like he didn't really deserve it since he was just learning what every person has to learn in school.
•but after gentle reassurance Vash agrees, and he's actually pretty excited; it's been a while since he's properly hung out with you.
•after thinking over the suggestions you bring up, Vash decides he wants to try going to a spa and getting a pedicure and manicure. he's pretty hesitant to bring it up at first, doubt and insecurities rising in his mind. but Vash thinks about how you said that he deserves love, care and to treat himself. so he timidly asks if the spa would allow him to wear a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, and if they could avoid certain areas during the massage.
•I like to think that during the pedimani, Vash asked for deep blue nail polish that shimmers in the light as a base. then he asks for different red flowers on each finger, except for the pinky, and the thumb being the more detailed one. the artist doing his nails even offers to make a set for his prosthetic.(ngl I wanna try to design what I have in mind msnms)(vash with makeup? just a side idea don't mind me)
•he's very in awe of how much detail you can fit onto such a small space, he can't stop staring at his and your nails. (he begs you to take a photo shoot with him showing off the nails)
•for the next day he wanted to go hiking up to a camping spot you had heard about from a friend.
•Vash takes every opportunity he can to go hiking with you! he's so enamored with the nature on earth. Vash may have heard a lot from Rem, seen grass, flowers and trees, but nothing beats actually seeing all the flora grow in its natural habitats!
•as you two are walking up the trail, Vash takes the time to admire the plants around him. he also carefully picks a leaf and/or flower and puts it into a flower press you had gifted him. (you also gave him a blank journal with it, explaining that he could create scientific pages that talked about each plant he finds or, he could make art with the stuff he pressed.
"that way no matter where you go, you'll always have a little piece of nature with you," you had told him. Vash doesn't want to read between the lines of what you had said.)
•Vash cherishes the book and already almost has it filled up. he found out about polaroids and bought one so he could put the pictures of each plant into the journal as well
•okay onto camping I got sidetracked hmnnrmb
•he offers to carry everything, if not most of the stuff up the trail, the sweetheart <3 but you kindly refuse the offer.(he insists on helping set up the tent and starting the fire though)
•once it's all set up, he's eagerly grabbing your phone and a pair of cheap microphones he found at a gift store.
•Vash doesn't care at all if you're singing is horrible or amazing in this moment, he just wants you to have as much fun as during your little karaoke/concert! be as loud as your heart desires too! hardly anyone comes to the campsite your at.
•and yes, Vash absolutely makes you dance with him! even if it's just you wiggling your body around or just jumping to the beat he's happy! if you're fine with it, he's gonna grab your hands and swing your arms around to the beat.
•does a solo and if the song has any innuendos in it he's doing the most exaggerated sexy movements. (if you've seen any of those dance videos where a person dances giving 10%, 100% and 1000%, he's the 1000% the dork<3)
does the same with songs like Bring Me to Life, exaggerated desperate movements and singing
•after the performance, Vash looks at you with the most serious face he can muster and ask "so, how was my performance?" (basically that one swimming anime dub,) you're glad you recorded the whole thing, and he's glad you're having such a good time<3
•if you give him a performance too he's clapping and cheering you on. he hopes you can't tell how entranced he is with you in that moment, even if you look like a total dork singing off key and doing the weirdest movements. give him a flirty gesture and he becomes a blushing mess.
•if you know any dances to a song, he's asking you to teach him. and he's a quick learner! he may not get it perfectly, but he gets the gist of it and is pretty proud of himself. lights up even more when you praise him
•not to be sad but a part of him wishes the others were here to experience all of this. he knows they would enjoy is so much:( but he doesn't dwell on it too much, the two of you are supposed to be having a fun night so
•anyways once you're tired from all the dancing and singing, Vash pulls out the hotdogs and makings for smores. (he knows how to toast the perfect marshmallow!)(ik this is about Vash, but Wolfwood would set marshmallows on fire until they're black and offer them around, shoving it into people's faces-)
•once you've both had your fill, you both get comfy in the tent. don't worry about being cold! he's a heater!(where was he when I was camping)
•you two talk about whatever comes to mind and eventually you ask what else he wants to do in the future, and he immediately brings up a tidepool documentary he watched earlier in the week. Vash was really curious about all the weird animals he saw, and yeah, you could definitely take him to the tidepools at the beach. that'll be exciting.
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