#every day i grow more and more attached to the idea of rouge being a good big sister

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Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Secret Santa present for @sagethegremlin! (So sorry my ao3 is currently broken; I will post it there too eventually).

Hope you enjoy!

When they were younger, Sonic and Tails were inseparable. They did everything together, and, more than that, they told each other everything. Maybe not in words so much, especially since Sonic didn't talk much when he was very young, but Tails kept up a running commentary on every thought that passed through his head, filling the air with ramblings about new inventions and ideas about building a brighter future that made even the darkest, coldest nights seem alive with possibility.

As they grew older, they distanced themselves a little. Nothing extreme, but just in the way that siblings do when they grow up. Sonic went off on many of his own adventures, and Tails grew more preoccupied with grander and grander inventions. But, still, whenever Sonic was home and hanging around the workshop, Tails would ramble at him about everything and nothing: every single thing he'd done while Sonic was gone, all the new ideas, all the new inventions. He knew Sonic didn't understand half the words, but it didn't matter because his brother was there and listening nonetheless.

Which made it all the more odd that, now, Tails had a secret.

Not that it was anything bad! Of course not. But when Shadow had asked Tails if he could keep his motorcycle in the little side tool shed attached to the workshop, Tails had agreed. And Shadow had asked him to not tell anyone.

So he hadn't.

It made sense, after all. Most of the time, Shadow didn't really have a place to call 'home.' True, Tails knew that he sometimes stayed with Rouge at her apartment, but that would mean parking the bike on the street by the club and when Tails imagined doing something similar with the Tornado, he shuddered at the thought. Just imagining someone else being able to touch his beautiful baby without permission! So letting Shadow store his bike there was totally fine. And for a long time, Tails barely saw him. The black hedgehog would just take his bike and go, without any further interactions.

But then, one day, Tails looked up from welding something to find Shadow standing in the middle of his workshop. The fox nearly fell off his stool, because Shadow hadn't made so much as a whisper of sound when he'd come in, despite his clunky rocket skates and the abundance of parts and tools scattered around the floor.

“Shadow!” Tails pushed up his goggles, “Geez, you scared me!”

Shadow just raised a brow ridge, but didn't say anything.

“Um. Whatcha need?”

“I was wondering if I could borrow a battery tester?” Shadow jerked his head towards the shed, “I think it might be flat.”

Tails ran through his mind how long it had been since Shadow had been in...and yeah that totally checked out.

“Yeah sure I've got one here somewhere...give me a minute.” Tails proceeded to dig through his piles of things, before moving to check three different cabinets where he swore he'd last seen the battery tester, before he finally emerged with it.

“Aha! Here ya go.” Tails handed off the little box and cables to Shadow.

“Thanks.”

Shadow disappeared, and Tails went back to his project, tapping the tip of his finger against his chin as he tried to work out in his head exactly how the mechanics of this would work...

This time, when he looked at his surroundings and Shadow was back, it was much less of a surprise although Tails still felt his heart stop for a second.

“You gotta stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Appearing in the middle of my workshop.”

Shadow looked mildly confused, but just set the battery tester back on the table, “It is dead. You don't happen to have another one lying around do you?”

“Uh...maybe. What kind is it?”

“It's...a Power Sonic AGM.”

Tails almost snorted at the name, but he nodded, “I miiiight. Give me a minute.” He hopped off his stool, and this time headed straight for his back closet, where he kept all kinds of odds and ends and middles that most Mobians could find no possible use for (as well as, you know, everything else that he couldn't fit on the main floor of his workshop).

It took him a good few minutes, but unlike Sonic, who would be zooming around his workshop at top speed by now, Shadow waited patiently (and silently). Which made Tails automatically start talking to fill the silence.

“I know, my workshop's kinda messy—sorry I don't really have anyone else in here except for Sonic, who doesn't really care. I mean have you seen his house? At least my workshop smells like good old-fashioned grease and motor oil, and not dirty socks...oh wait maybe this is it back here...” Tails gave a good tug on the black box he'd found, and a moment later he came tumbling out of the closet, followed by about a dozen things that had apparently been precariously balanced on top of the battery.

“Yep!” He said cheerfully, dusting himself off and wading out of the pile to hand it off to Shadow. Despite the weight, the black hedgehog held it easily in one hand, with a nod, “Thank you.” And then he was gone again.

Tails managed to Tetris everything back into the closet before he heard a soft knock. He turned to see Shadow again, this time leaning in the door.

“Yeah?”

“I'm sorry for the repeated intrusions...”

Tails waved him off, “No problem.”

“But I was wondering if I could work in here? I'd rather not be outside, and there's not really enough space in the shed.”

“Yeah for sure!” Tails waved at the (mostly) empty space near the center of his shop, “Feel free to move whatever you need to.”

Shadow nodded, and a moment later he was carefully wheeling his motorcycle into the shop. Tails had to admire the machine: every time he saw it, it was so obvious how much Shadow loved it. Every surface was polished to a perfect shine, not a hint of grease or dirt on the perfectly detailed paintwork, and just watching Shadow almost tenderly prop it up so that he could work on it—it really did remind Tails of how he was with the Tornado.

With no more words, Shadow got to work, and for a few moments, there was silence save for the sound of wrenches turning. But once again, Tails couldn't help it: now that there was someone here, he felt the need to fill the air with...something.

“Your bike is absolutely gorgeous I gotta say,” Tails peered at a piece of soldering, “I sometimes wish I could ride one, but honestly I'm kinda too busy flying a plane to actually learn. 'Sides, it's not too useful for me, when I'm fast enough to keep pace with Sonic most of the time...but then you are too, so it's not so much about the speed as it is about the style probably.”

Shadow merely grunted, and Tails continued, not even really thinking about his words, “I'm trying to figure out this piece in my head—I was wondering if there was a way to do something cool like mount jet engines on the Tornado to make it faster for water travel especially—but the trouble is that the weight just doesn't ever balance out...”

Tails continued thinking out loud, sketching out whatever he said, and Shadow continued not making much more than an occasional grunt as a comment. But it was funny. This felt...well, this felt a lot like when he and Sonic were younger. Now, Sonic would be adding in comments every bit as fast as Tails said them—he'd still try and listen, but never this quietly and rarely for this long.

It was nice.

When Shadow was finally done, he kicked his motorcycle on and the roar filled the workshop, Tails smiled, and he swore for half a second that, before he peeled out into the yard, Shadow smiled back.

That started a continuing trend. Whenever Shadow was around, he would bring his bike into the shop to do whatever repairs needed done. He rarely spoke more than a few sentences to Tails, but, slowly, he would occasionally start asking questions about Tails' projects, even offering a bit of advice here and there, especially with regard to anything that Tails designed to work in space.

And in return, very, very rarely, he would ask for Tails' help on his bike. It was never more than just a quick opinion about whether this replacement would work, or if he thought that this bolt needed more tightening or a lockwasher, but Tails always felt proud that Shadow, of all people, trusted him enough to value his opinion on such things.

He thought, though, that there was no more to it than valuing his opinion. But apparently it was more than that, as was made evident the day that Tails was surprised to find Shadow and Rouge practically shoving Omega in the open garage door.

“ERROR! ERROR! I AM NOT IN NEED OF MAINTAINANCE: I AM OPERATING AT CRKK BZZZZT NORMAL PERCENT CAPACITY.”

“You sure aren't, darlin'.” Rouge said, before she flapped up to rest on Omega's shoulder as Shadow turned to Tails, who was standing there looking more than a little confused.

“Hello, Tails. I apologize for the intrusion, but I was wondering if you could help me take a look at Omega's analysis module: it seems to be malfunctioning.”

“Uh...yeah, sure. I've looked at a lot of Eggman's bots before—probably have some spare pieces lying around too, if you need any.”

“I DO NOT NEED--”

“Omega, hun, you walked into a wall three times this morning and now I have you-shaped dents all through my drywall. Don't you tell me that you're fine.” Rouge patted the top of his head.

Tails hovered up to the panel on the back of the bot, and began poking and prodding, “You're right, Rouge—it looks like he's got a short in here—nothing serious; we'll have him all fixed up and ready to go real fast.”

Shadow nodded and Rouge smiled, “Thanks sweetie.”

“Shadow, could you grab me that battery tester again? It's on the table over there...” Tails had honestly forgotten that Shadow was every bit as fast as Sonic, and was somewhat surprised when the tool basically appeared in his hand, “Thanks.”

He stuck his head back into the mess of wires and electronics, and a moment later, with a slight sparking noise, Omega whirred.

“REBOOTING. SYSTEM DIAGNOSTICS ONLINE. RUNNING ANALYSIS PROGRAM...25%...50%...75%...SYSTEM OPERATING NORMALLY AT 100%.”

“There ya go hon,” Rouge smiled, “You feel better?”

“I DO NOT. FEEL.”

“Sure ya don't.”

“Thank you Tails,” Shadow nodded, and the fox landed on the floor, rubbing a bit of grease off his hands.

“No problem. And yeah, if you ever need new parts or any tune ups or anything Omega, feel free to stop by.”

“AFFIRMATIVE.”

“We'll make sure he does,” Rouge grinned, “See ya round, sweetie!”

They didn't really much. Team Dark almost instantly got called away to some distant country for a super secret mission, and Tails and the rest of Team Sonic had to battle Eggman practically every day.

But, finally, it was a gorgeous spring afternoon. Tails had driven the Tornado out into the yard after he gave her a new fresh coat of paint to let her dry in the sun, and get some fresh air, when Shadow suddenly appeared, warping into existence a ways down the path. He was carrying something very round in his hands, which he tossed to Tails without saying a word.

Tails nearly dropped it, before realizing what it was: a bright yellow motorcycle helmet.

“What...?”

“Come on.” Shadow was wheeling his motorcycle out, “We're going for a ride.”

“Uh...I've never ridden a motorcycle before, Shadow, I don't know...”

Shadow rolled his eyes, “If you're just riding along, all you have to do is hang on. Now come on; let's go.”

Tails hesitated for about another half second before he buckled on the helmet and climbed up behind Shadow. Fortunately, years of being Sonic's brother had taught him how to hold on to hedgehogs from the back without getting a quill to the face, but when Shadow kicked off, with the rumble of the motor vibrating through his chest, Tails still almost managed to stab himself as he clutched Shadow's middle.

“Don't worry, fox. You won't fall.” Shadow's voice almost sounded like he was laughing, and then they were off.

And...okay yeah, Tails could see why Shadow loved this. It wasn't like running—or flying for that matter. When he was flying, or if Sonic was carrying him, all he felt was the wind. There was no sense of the distance being traveled: it felt like he was just watching a blurry movie. But this? He could feel every bump in the road jostling him, but simultaneously, the power of the machine driving them, the wind in his face--

It was awesome.

Slowly, Tails stopped having a death grip on Shadow's middle and stuck his head out in the wind more, closing his eyes and laughing. And this time, he was absolutely sure that Shadow glanced back and smiled.

…

“So I heard you and Shadow have been hangin' out a bunch?”

Tails nearly spit out his drink at Sonic's casual question, “Uh...yeah.” He hadn't ever mentioned anything about it to his brother still, and now he was wondering if Sonic would be mad about it...

“That's cool. He's pretty chill when he isn't trying to beat me up or take over the world or whatever. And, besides, you two can be all nerdy and geek out about mechanical stuff together.” Sonic reached over the table and ruffled Tails' fur between his ears, “I'm glad you're growing up and making your own friends, bro.”

Tails smiled back, and sipped his drink, and all was right with the world.

#secret santa

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moving on but not forgetting

(feel free to tag as kin)

#shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #maria robotnik #sth #having lost an immediate family member in recent years shadows mourning process means a lot to me #lately ive been putting a lot of my own vents into him he's a character i relate to quite a lot especially when it comes to grief #every day i grow more and more attached to the idea of rouge being a good big sister #so dont tag this as ship #also her shirt is based on a real shirt my friend gave me asfghjl #shadow has 2 sisters who love and care abt him and theres nothing u can do about it #ant art

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Tell Him

Gif credit to @toesure​

Song fic based off of Tell Him  (yes this is the glee version pls don’t hate me)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

Summary: Sarah teaches you how to love JJ

TW: Fluff, JJ self doubt, cursing? I can’t remember

1k+ words

A/n: This is v soft. Protect JJ Maybanks at all costs.

You huffed, looking over at Sarah and John B who were openly expressing PDA even with everyone else around them. The love that they had for one another was real, you could see it, and neither were afraid to show it. They were constantly touching each other, encouraging the other to do what their heart desired, and overall just being there for each other when they needed it. 

You and JJ, however, had not reached that point in your relationship yet. You both still blushed when the other walked in the room, casual conversation nothing more than incoherent mumblings to anyone listening in. Even though you both had feelings for one another and knew that, you simply had been able to get over your newfound embarrassment so that you both could simply love each other. You gazed longingly at JJ, who was currently preoccupied playing videogames with Pope. Sarah, looking over in your direction, glances between you and JJ, a small frown forming before an idea pops into her head.

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“We need to talk.” Sarah says, shutting the door to her bedroom behind her. You raise a brow in her direction, chuckling slightly. “Why hello to you too.”

The kook rolls her eyes, grabbing you by the wrist and sitting you down on her bed in front of her. “I see the way you look at JJ. The longing stares, the whimpers that you can only hear if you’re close enough. Listen, I know you guys have only been out on one date, but you gotta take that bull by the horns and ride with it.”

You’re shocked to say the least. You hadn’t realized that you had been that noticeable in your pining for JJ. “Well that’s easy for you to say, you’re in a committed relationship that's almost a year old at this point, you two are comfortable doing almost anything together.” Sarah sighs, expecting that answer. “We weren’t always like that, you know. I used to be like you, not telling John B how I felt, and it was killing me inside. But I’ll tell you one thing girlie, if that guys got into your blood, go out and get him.” 

You nod at her statement, albeit a little hesitantly. “I know, I know, and I want to show him how I’m feeling, I just don’t know how.” Sarah smirks at that, throwing her arm around your shoulder. “And that’s where I come in.” For the rest of the time that you stayed over at her house, you and Sarah devised a plan- she was going to teach you how to show your feelings to JJ. 

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The six of you were all currently lounging around on the HMS Pogue, still wet from swimming around in the marsh for the past over. Sarah casually glances over at you and nods, and you know that means it's go time. You walk over to wear JJ is sat, sipping his beer, and intertwine your fingers with his. “I just want you to know that, even though I’m not the best at showing it, I really care about you and enjoy spending time with you.” You whisper so that only he would be able to hear, pressing a soft peck on his cheek. He turns to you, slightly shocked at the sudden burst in confidence you were displaying, his cheeks turning a crimson color that undoubtedly matched the redness of your own. He nodded slowly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I know, you know I care about you too right?” He questioned, causing you to nod a little too quickly in response. You shyly smile at the blond boy sat next to you before resting your head on his shoulder, and your smile grows just a little bit bigger when you feel him place a kiss on the top of your head. Sarah watches on from across the boat, a proud smile gracing her lips when she sees just how happy the two of you are together.

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“That was a great first step Y/n!”

“First step? I thought that that was all you were going to show me? It seemed pretty big to me.” Sarah just giggles at your nervous antics, rolling her eyes in the process. “No silly, I don’t think what you two did could even be considered PDA in some countries.” You huff in response to Sarah’s statement. Her expectations for you were seriously way too high right now. “You’ve started to get intimate in public, but now you take it one step further and do that when its just the two of you.”

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You and JJ were currently laying side by side on the hammock outside of the chateau, stargazing on the surprisingly clear night. His arm was wrapped around you, and he absentmindedly traced shapes on the bare skin of your arm. Sighing, you snuggle into JJ’s chest, Sarah’s words weighing heavy on your mind. “JJ?” He hums in response, signaling you to continue. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

JJ doesn’t say anything at first, but judging by the fact that the rise and fall of his chest had all but ceased, he had had a pretty strong reaction to your words. “You..you think?” You furrow you brows and sit up, confused by his reaction. “Ok not what I was expecting, way to kill the mood JJ.”

His eyes widen and he scrambles to sit up, placing his hand on your arm. “No, no I um, the feelings are mutual? No, that’s not what I meant to say, I mean I meant it I’m falling in- look, Y/n, I’m not good at this. I’m not good at feeling things. Every good thing I’ve ever had leaves me, so I try not to get attached.” JJ rambles on, causing your eyes to soften. JJ was afraid to love because he was afraid of getting hurt like he had been countless times before. You smile softly at him, brushing back some blond strands of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. “I could never leave you bubba, you’ve got me wrapped around your finger,” you assure him, causing JJ to look you in the eye. He grabbed your hand softly, kissed your palm, and then held your hand close to his chest. “And you have my whole heart, princess.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “You’re so cheesy J,” you muse, causing him to grin and press a chaste kiss to your lips. “And you love me because of it, apparently.”

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A Useless Guide to the Carmichaels

DISCLAIMER: this is a bunch of headcanons that i’ve come up with. OBVIOUSLY since synn and katie and nadine and meg in a way have characters that are tied to their family...BUt these are my original headcanons for the family, so if things aren’t quite right or sound different, it’s bc they’re my most developed family and it’s the way i’ve written them in canon verse!

SYLVIA CARMICHAEL - GRANDMOTHER

sylvia’s family are russian and came over to england after the war. her father was a general and her mother was a seamstress and she was raised in a very, very conservative and upper-class family. she went and studied at st andrews in edinburgh and that’s where she met hank carmichael, who her  father always pushed her towards from the moment he knew of him.  sylvia carries a lot of her family values and clashed with her GEN X kids because their ideologies were so different. for example, she sturggled edwin’s sexuality and oliver’s more liberal mannerisms. it doesn’t stop her from trying to “guide” her grandchildren.

HANK CARMICHAEL - GRANDMOTHER

hank was born and raised in england. his father was an extremely wealthy banker, his mother died when he was young but he never really thought about her because his father never spoke of her. he was raised mainly by his aunt while his father worked around the clock. they were an extremely wealthy family and when he was old enough, hank attended boarding school. he never really had parental guidance and his creativity always ran wild. he was trouble at school, but smart enough not to get caught.  after he graduated from st andrews and moved in with sylvia, he invested his entire trust-fund into a book publishing business, which is still successful to this day. he’s a huge family man due to not having one when he was younger

second generation.

EDWIN CARMICHAEL

edwin is the oldest of sylvia’s and hank’s children and always worked hard to be a people pleaser. he was often referred to as the golden child and the absolute brightest star in his mother’s sky. from an early age, he showed interest in entertainment which hank inspired and supported.

things changed for edwin in the middle of high school when he decided to come out about his sexuality. he was severely bullied and his relationship with sylvia broke down. he STILL hasn’t got the best relationship with his mother, especially after he married his husband, but they stay civil for the rest of the family’s sake. 

he now works in property and lost his confidence in acting when he was bullied.

OLIVER CARMICHAEL

SYNN’S CHARACTER, BUT HERE IS HOW I INTERPRET HIM. oliver is the second oldest child of sylvia and hank. he was rebellious from the start. he never enjoyed trying to live up to edwin’s golden standard, he hated the events and the social climbing. he just wanted to be a regular kid and have regular experiences, but it never happened for him.  when he was 18, it hit him that he was an adult and sylvia and hank have 0 influence over him. he took his trustfund, travelled and got the hell out of violet springs. however, just like with everybody else, age caught him up and he ended up settling in london with a woman he met while backpacking in australia.  he likes his children knowing their family, so he reluctantly shows up to family events but you’d never catch either of them in violet springs if they didn’t have to be.

JAMES CARMICHAEL

james is the middle child and arguably the most successful of the carmichael’s. he was never the favourite and had a streak in him that caused him to clash with hank from a young age. he was a loveable rouge who grew into a loveable white-collard criminal. he was smarter than he let on and had endless ambition.  like edwin, he attended university but instead of picking a profession that hid away from his true ambition, he invested his entire trustfund into a studio in los angeles where he planned to make amazing films...it paid off. he married his wife (patricia) who he met when she worked as a set designer on one of his projects, but it wasn’t all happily ever after.  james played around with money a little too much and tried to take out his competition in shady ways. this led to things getting too much for him and he faked his death almost a year ago. all of his family beside mason believe him to be dead.

JOHNATHAN CARMICHAEL

completely synn’s character, the father of theo

SINEAD CARMICHAEL

sinead was the only girl of five children and completely used it to her advantage. she watched the way her brother’s and father knew how to dominate rooms, conversations and other people. she grew up with the mindset that she could have absolutely anything she wanted, as long as she worked (or cheated) hard enough for it.  sinead dropped out of school at 15 and almost gave her mother an hernia. she blew most of her trust fund on a sweet 16 and then a sweet 18, anything that was left went on her 21st. she’s a very “live in the moment” woman and cares little for consequences.  she actually ended up teaming up with james and starring in a few of his earliest projects before becoming an actress in her own right. she’s blacklisted by a lot of hollywood producers for her refusal to submit and listen to direction. she’s head strong and does what she likes. 

third generation.

RUBY ROSINI - ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF EDWIN.

when ruby was adopted by edwin, there was all round excitement from every single member of the family; a little, brown-eyed girl from italy arriving on their doorsteps. she was so different from the majority blue-eyed children who filled the family tree. the cousins all immediately became protective of her and loved getting to know who she was as a person. now they’re grown up, she’s viewed as a cousin and it’s easy to forget that she was ever adopted or came from anywhere else. 

THOMAS CARMICHAEL - SON OF OLIVER 

thomas is the oldest son of oliver and like his dad, he’s a bit of a free spirit but unlike his dad, he’s a lot more laidback and less likely to clash or argue with anyone. as far as carmichael’s go, he’s quite wholesome and kind and oliver will 100% say that it’s because he was raised away from the madness of their family.  however, growing up away from the others isn’t as good in his eyes as it is in his dad’s. he often feels boring and on the outside, he will always do his best to fit in with the other guys and is easily manipulated. as a child, he got into trouble so many times from listening to the shit brody and leo used to tell him to do. even to this day, he’s overly loyal and attached to them because he’s desperate to feel a real part of the family.

KATELYN CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF OLIVER

katelyn is the oldest of the third generation and oliver’s daughter. she’s blunt, witty and doesn’t mince her words. unlike most of the women in her family, she cares little for appearances or staying in certain social circles. she’s a drama teacher in a high school and enjoys living a normal life, but does dip into the funds of her family name every now and then to have a bit of fun.  she’s a blast at family parties and everybody is always excited to see what scandalous or stupid thing she’ll do next to annoy her grandmother. 

ANASTASIA CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF JAMES 

the oldest of james’ children and undeniably the real favourite. she’s an overachiever and type of girl who was good at everything in school and still is; she’s athletic, artistic, academic, a good mother, an amazing business woman, she’s smart, she’s intuitive, she’s healthy and rarely loses in competitions with her siblings or anyone else for that matter.

anastasia has her daughter, darcy, and is engaged to ryder banks. there’s no love there but like her grandmother, she understands the importance of appearances. you’d have to be crazy if you thought she hasn’t had a string of affairs and STILL has them. however, she also has standards and is very selective over who she lets get close. 

darcy is her #1 priority and she’ll fight fiercely to make sure she always stays that way.

LEONARDO CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

leo is james’ oldest son and again, like anastasia, kind of set the bar in the early days for the rest of his siblings. when it was the two of them and mason, everything was about leo and anastasia, they grew up in constant competition; leo tended to always fall short of his sister’s achievements. however, as they grew and the two of them came into their own, it was clear that leo was never going to be one to be in the shadows for too long - starting with gaining the attention from girls as he grew through high school. even girls in brody’s and miles’s year were heart-eyes over him and he was a few years older.  yet, just like with the rest of his siblings, he was promised and later engaged to somebody that his father handpicked for him to ensure the carmichael wealth wouldn’t dwindle out and fall into the wrong, new money hands.  OOC//i could write more but it doesnt feel right bc he’s now katie’s character. obviously i have my own ideas/fiancee for original leo! 

MASON CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

mason broke the trend of extroverted, go-getter type kids and ended up being the quietest and youngest of the bunch until miles was born. he was a big momma’s boy growing up, and even though he’s never really felt like the favourite, he always enjoyed the company of adults and quieter environments compared to his siblings who would thrive around kids of their own age.  mason is wise beyond his years and it’s a running joke that he was supposed to be born first. he is the only one that knows james isn’t dead and was trusted with this information because even though brody was the favourite by a longshot, james knew mason would keep it quiet and be less affected by the secret.  mason both hates and loves being a part of the carmichaels. he loves his family but also hates the madness that comes along with it.

BRODY CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES 

brody never really had to work to be the favourite of his parents - he just is. he had the right amount of intelligence, cockiness and charm to keep adults on side throughout his whole life. ironically, out of everybody in the third generation, he’s probably the biggest fuck up too but the adults turn a blind eye to it because it’s him.  a huge reason he’s favoured by james is because he was clearly enough for charles to allow him to marry his oldest daughter, disney. this was such a big deal for james because charles has a LOT of connections (shady and not shady) in the entertainment industry and he knew the merger between the companies would keep the carmichael legacy in tact for generations.  brody usually rises to being the favourite and is slightly smug about it, but he also cracks the most under pressure and has had dozens of meltdowns over the span of his life growing up.

MILES CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

miles is the youngest...son...of james. james has no idea that patricia had an affair and that miles isn’t actually his son. miles has always struggled severely with keeping up with his siblings. he developed common but crippling mental health issues in his pre-teen years such as depression and anxiety. it started with acting out and being a “problem child” but quickly developed in being too scared to leave the house. he locked himself away and wasted away his young years not really interacting with anyone outside of his immediate family. on top of that, he had he achievements of brody, mason, anastasia and leo to remind him of what a failure is...eventually he just stopped trying.  these days his siblings are supportive and aware of how he can get. his cynicism is literally his humour and he’s just taking one day at a time.

BELLA CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF JAMES

bella was dubbed the next brody. all of her siblings adore her and so do her parents and grandparents. she’s the second child who can do absolutely no wrong in anybody’s eyes. bella was a young star and worked in hollywood making tv cameos long before she started school. she had two lives; her school and dance life, and her celebrity life. she grew up with more life experience than other kids and this made her painfully cunning. she knew exactly how to get people on side and had whoever she wanted wrapped around her little finger.  she and brody were hit hardest by james’s death. bella was all over the place and gained a little weight - something she wasn’t familiar with after being petite her whole life. she’s now just trying to stable herself again.

THEO CARMICHAEL - SON OF JOHNATHAN

SYNN’S CHARACTER

HERA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

hera is the middle child of sinead. she too is inteligent and calculated but she’s also the opposite of the james’s girls. hera has never worked a day in her life and has no intention to. she’s a socialite and just like her mother, does what she wants when she wants to. she lives off of mommy’s money (because her dad bailed on them and honestly, fuck him). hera also came out as bisexual at a christmas party because she knew it’d make sylvia uncomfortable. she’s a wind up and enjoys getting a rise out of people.

OPHELIA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

ophelia is old enough to remember the messy divorce of her parents and adopted her mother’s bad-ass and care free attitude towards it from that day on. she hates her dad for what he did to their family but doesn’t let it hold her back and when she turned 18, she took him to court to keep her name on the inheritance of his million dollar winery business...and won. she’s the trailblazer for her quieter and more introverted siblings. she’s someone who knows she’s gorgeous and uses her looks to her advantage. 

LUNA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

luna has always been shy and hid behind the bolder personalities of her sister’s. she used to feel boring because of it but has quickly accepted that’s who she is and she’s happy with it. as she becomes 26, she’s starting to feel extremely embarrassed and insecure about her lack of experience with anybody. yet, her father walking out makes her find it hard to connect with and trust people. she has high standards and no standards at the same time and is really lost in terms of her romantic relationships. HOWEVER, she is thriving in her career and mason has featured her as an actress in many projects. she currently attends rosewell and enjoys the french culture.

DAMUS CARMICHAEL-RUSH

damus is a pastiche of every criminal and calculated act a carmichael before him has committed. he actively seeks out trouble and due to not being able to find his “place” in the family, he seems to like to win the affections of his elders by getting involved in dodgy dealings that they’ve set up - particularly those of james and johnathan. damus gets a rush out of being in on his family’s darkest secrets but he also feels like a spare part - the one who gets put into dangerous scenarios because the others are too precious to do so.

third generation age order: - katelyn  - anastasia  - leo - thomas - ophelia   - mason  - brody - hera - luna   - ruby - miles   - bella  - damus 

fourth generation (work in progress): - darcy and wren, children of anastasia  - fleur and dixie, daughters of brody  - victoria and peter, children of mason  - jacob and harlow, son of theo

[teamxdark]

Happy halloween!!! Since it's Halloween, do you have any Halloween headcanon?

Happy Halloween anon!

Do you mean in general or for one of the verses that I write? Either way, yeah, I have a few.

Canon Team Dark: You might think that Rouge is the one who goes full on into Halloween mode, but it's actually Shadow who likes the day the best! Rouge introduced him to Halloween celebrations and traditions from all over the globe, partly because he needed the cultural exposure and a bit of fun in his life, and partly because she runs Club Rouge and a fantastic Halloween party is crucial.

While Shadow didn't enjoy the party aspect of it, he did enjoy multiple other things; carving pumpkins proved soothing and a fun way to be creative (it also inspired Omega's costume), bobbing for apples ended up being a fun new way to challenge people (still one of the main ways Shadow knows how to hang out with others), putting on a costume made him feel more adventurous and less like himself, running through corn mazes proved fun and he would go in over and over to try to beat his record, decorating for the party was fun (despite Rouge's micromanaging)... And there was a kind of magical, otherworldly feeling that came with Halloween night, where he did feel closer to the spirits beyond. So even though Rouge likes Halloween, Shadow loves it, and he's always nudging Rouge toward activities he enjoys about it when October comes around.

Avalon: I'd love to make a Halloween equivalent for the knights, though the specifics aren't coming to me. It would probably be Percival's favourite celebration, since I'll just go ahead and make it canon that her birthday is October 30th. Since Avalon's main export is apples, I think bobbing for apples is still a thing that happens, as well as hot apple cider.

Boomverse: The New Year's episode kinda made it canon that there are no calendar holidays in the Boomverse, save for New Year's, but what's the fun in that?

BEWARE OF ROUGE SHE WILL GO HAM ON HOLIDAY PRANKS. No one is safe. Nothing is sacred. (Doubly so on April 1st.) Omega goes through hundreds of costume ideas and ends up being a mix of several in one. He gets annoyed when people ask him what he's supposed to be. Sticks hates the commercialised Halloween celebrations and claims they're making the ghosts angry. Eggman tries to throw the biggest Halloween party ever but Amy is also throwing a party and Eggman tries to get people to come to his party instead with gimmicks and tricks and it turns into a contest to get the most partiers.

Shadow has no opinion on Halloween. He just stays in his cave and broods.

Hotwing: Bladow never got to celebrate Halloween much as he was growing up and didn't trick or treat at all. He wanted to, but I'm very attached to the headcanon that Bladow grew up without much money and anything he found, he had to share or sell for the sake of his family. Now that Bladow is independent (kinda) and takes what he wants (mostly), he goes absolutely full on for every holiday that he never got to celebrate as an actual celebration. Redge's first full year with him (post Redge the Edge the Game 2005) was filled with spontaneous shouts of "HAPPY [HOLIDAY NAME]!" followed by whatever plans Bladow had made for that day. On their first Halloween, Bladow dressed Redge as a vampire bat and almost fell out of his seat when he realised that the Ultimate Lifeform was basically a vampire who didn't have to drink blood.

#Smash speaks. #long post #Happy Halloween anon! #Thank you for the ask!

[flimflamfranky]

Rouge adopts Franky AU

so i’ve had this au for a while now, but i’ve never actually gotten around to doing something with it. i had goals of a series of shorts, and that may still happen, but for now, i’m just going to post this summary. the baby franky inspired me to action. 

so the premise of this au is that portgas d. rouge adopts franky. sounds a little far-fetched, right? except, franky was born in the south blue, the same sea rouge resided in. so, in this au, franky was abandoned in the south blue, at the island of baterilla, by his parents, who decided that a kid was too much of a hassle to take onto the grand line. he’s about six and he’s able to survive for a few days on his own as he attempts to build his own ship. that is, until rouge goes to investigate the strange child that has been harassing the island’s population for the past few days. she takes one look at this dirty angry child and is like “this won’t do, im adopting you” and franky’s like, “you’re weird, lady, but okay”. and that’s how rouge adopts franky.

the next bit is more up in the air, since we know so little about rouge and how she was. i like to imagine that she used to be a merchant sailor who retired to her home island to take care of her aging mother and open a flower shop. she raises franky, and teaches him how to sail and how to fire gun and she tells him stories about the pirate that stole her heart. 

said pirate comes to visit, of course, once or twice. franky is apprehensive of these pirates at first, but rouge likes them so he gives them a chance. he’s rather jealous of shanks and buggy (they’re kids too, why do they get to sail on a pirate ship when he got kicked off?), so the three have a rough start, but they eventually become fast friends. and shenanigans, of course, ensue. 

however, not all good things can last. roger gets sick, sails to the final island, and becomes pirate king. he visits baterilla one last time before he turns himself over to the marines. rouge gets pregnant, and during his last talk with roger, franky promises to look out their baby. but after roger is executed, the manhunt of his kid begins, and rouge has to hold the child in to protect him. when she finally gives birth, she dies, and the fourteen year old franky is left alone with his new baby brother. 

needless to say, it’s pretty traumatic. 

garp takes franky and ace under his wing, and takes them to his home island in the east blue. because franky is there, ace is not left with the bandits, and instead the two stay in foosa village (tho garp still pressures the bandits to drop in and check on them every so often, and to give them any help they should need. as a result, franky and dadan have an.....interesting friendship). franky does become fast friends with makino, and she helps him out with ace (mainly babysitting so franky can actually get some sleep)

and so big brother franky raises ace. there are many cute moments to be had (ace’s first words, playing games, franky telling him about his parents) and just as many angst-y ones (franky grieving, ace getting sick, franky telling him about his parents). 

and then, when ace is about four, garp shows up and drops off one baby luffy. franky is reluctant at first (one kid is hard enough, but two?) but then he takes one look at luffy and caves. so franky and ace gain a new baby brother. ace is initially jealous, because he was used to being an only kid, but when franky tell him that it means that ace is luffy’s big brother (like franky is to ace), ace gets really attached to luffy, and vows to protect his little bro. and many more cute moments are had. 

and then, several more years later, when ace is about six, he brings home a friend from the forest and declares that sabo is staying with them now. franky is against it at first because where did this kid even come from, but then sabo lets it slip that he doesn’t want to go home because his parents are mean, and franky does a 180 and adopts sabo on the spot. 

however, there’s still the issue of sabo’s identity and his family looking for him, so he ropes makino and garp into covering it up. they dye sabo’s hair black, and then garp makes a show of bringing sabo into town and dropping him off with franky, so that everyone will think it’s just another Monkey kid. and then there are even more cute moments had. 

of course, shanks still shows up, and he is ecstatic to reunite with franky and meet the asl bros. things go down much different than in canon, but luffy still ends up with shanks’ hat and a dream to become king of the pirates. 

and that all the definite things i had planned out. i still have vague ideas about the bros coming across the other east blue straw hats as kids (usopp, especially, would be easy to fit because of franky meeting yasopp through shanks), and the boys growing up and being pirates, and what franky would do (he still has his dream after all). i like the idea of them being pirates together (because this is an indulgent au), but i haven’t fleshed anything out. 

honestly i haven’t thought abt this au in a while, but i still love it a lot, and i would like to write for it, if i can get my motivation up. 

#one piece #opfanfic #op au #portgas d. rouge #franky #roger #ace #garp #makino #luffy #sabo #shanks #buggy #rouge #one piece is fun to au bc changing just one or two things has an extremely cascade effect and it's so fun to think about #my stuff #au #rouge adopts franky au

[mnthpprt]

Chapter 44: Truth And Dare

[WARNING: NSFW]

We spend the rest of the day in an odd sort of domestic bliss. William has been writing in his bedroom, and I have have been reading in mine. I get up from the bed when I hear his door open and close, only to find Puck in the hallway, pawing at the wood. He must have gotten kicked out for distracting William.

I scoop the bunny into my arms and make my way to the kitchen, where I make myself a sandwich with some cheese I find wrapped in cloth in a cupboard, and sit down to eat it along with some rouge.

“No, bichito, you can’t eat this,” I tell Puck when he climbs onto my lap to sniff the bread. “What is it? Are you hungry?” He wiggles his nose and stares at me with beady eyes, but does not give up his pursuit of my sandwich. “Okay,” I sigh, standing up again. I leave my food on the tall kitchen counter, out of the rabbit’s reach, and rummage around the kitchen for something to give him.

I give up soon enough, unable to find any vegetables, and opt to ask William for instructions. I noticed the little garden at the back of the house, and figured he must use it to feed Puck, but I want to make sure.

He opens the door quickly after I knock. It takes me a second to remember what I wanted to say. We have not talked about this morning. In fact, it’s like it never happened at all. It’s... strange, to say the least, even uncomfortable, but I do not know if I should bring up the topic of my attraction for him again. I doubt he feels anything beyond playful curiosity for me, and I still haven’t gotten over Leonardo. The way thinking of him helped me calm down at the café certainly surprised me, though. My attachment to him is obvious, but I never thought he would become my anchor, much less so after having ended our brief relationship.

“Um, uh...” I finally stammer. “I think Puck is hungry. I have no idea what rabbits can eat.”

“Oh,” William chuckles. “Well, I keep a basil plant in the back yard for him. Celery, clover... Carrot tops are alright too, but do not feed him the carrot itself. ‘Tis a treat only,” he explains.

“Okay, cool.”

I quickly turn and begin walking away, but he grabs my wrist, forcing me to stop.

“Anaïs, wait.” That makes me look at him. He only calls me by my name when he’s serious. “I have been wondering where the events from this morning leave us.”

“Yeah, me too...” I mutter.

“Thou should know that I am unusually fond of thee. I would not be opposed should thou choose to-”

“I don’t know,” I interrupt. “Part of me wants to, but part of me knows it’s not gonna end well. Not for me, at least. Not when it’s you.”

“I can’t promise I will not break thine heart,” he says slowly, “but I can promise thee this: if it ends badly, it shall be my downfall as well. The stakes are as high for me as they are for thee.”

“Perhaps, but we’re not even playing the same game,” I retort. “Are you just trying to get close to me to further whatever ulterior motives I’m sure you have, or are you actually interested in me that way?” I ask, pulling away from him. 

“Thou art not any better, my sweet nightshade. Thou said so thyself, the only reason thou hast come to me is distrust.”

“Yeah, but that was before-” I cut myself off before I can finish the sentence. What the hell was I going to say, ‘before I developed a crush on you’? I absolutely blame this nonsense on vampire puberty, no matter what he says. He has a point, though. I am not as innocent as I have tried to convince myself I am. Sure, I might be attracted to William, but I must not forget why I came here in the first place. If my feelings need to be put on the line in order to find out what he’s up to, then so be it. “Fuck it,” I declare out loud. “Let’s do this.”

I grab him by the lapels of his jacket and pull him into a kiss. He smiles into it, satisfied with my decision, and buries a hand in my hair as the other grabs my waist. We stumble into his bedroom, and I kick the door closed behind me.

“Wait,” I rasp against his lips before pulling away. “We’re really doing this?”

“Only if thou art willing,” he answers. “Art thou?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he smirks, and swiftly attacks my lips again, deepening the kiss. 

My arms snake around the back of his neck, where I begin playing with his soft hair. My fingers then trail down to the collar of his shirt and latch onto the top button, undoing it slowly. William takes the suddenly tedious labor from my hands, and I pull away from the kiss to observe him. He undresses slowly, his eyes fixed on mine as a smirk grows on his lips. The performer that he is is giving me a show.

‘Your turn’, his eyes seem to say when the fabric slides off his shoulders, baring his torso. He makes no attempt to touch me again. No, he wants me to do it on my own. I oblige his unspoken request and begin to slowly unbutton my own blouse. I feel vulnerable under his patient gaze. The sound of my own nervous heartbeat makes me hesitate, accelerated by the aura of danger that seems to emanate from William whenever I cross paths with him. But I am here to stay this time. I feel like prey, but I won’t run. I want to be his, if only for this very moment, regardless of how long it lasts.

I don’t stop until the last of my garments hits the floor. There I stand, fully naked for William to see, too caught up in the thrill of the moment to think of anything else. He comes closer as his gaze falls to my breasts.

 No, that is not what he is looking at. He reaches up to delicately trace what’s left of the bullet wound with his index finger. Unlike the rest of my scars, this one has not disappeared completely, and I suspect that neither has the entry hole on my back. Thanks to le Comte turning me to save my life, it healed abnormally quickly, leaving behind a rounded, misshapen indent on the left side of my chest. It has a silver tone to it, paler than the rest of my skin, and looks only slightly worse the scar usually left behind by a smallpox vaccine.

“I am terribly sorry for causing that unfortunate incident, my nightshade,” William mutters, suddenly serious. “To be forever marked like that...”

“Do I look like I care about marks on my body?” I chuckle, lifting my heavily tattooed arm in front of his face in an attempt to lighten the mood a little. 

I wonder what he meant by ‘forever’. Will this scar not fade eventually like the others? Either way, now is not the time to think about that. William seems to agree, because that lustful shine returns to his eyes as he moves on from the bullet wound to cup my breast. His touch is careful, like that of a museum curator handling an ancient, invaluable artefact.

I remain completely still as he begins to slowly circle around me. His hand slides up my collarbone, then down my shoulder and along my arm, following the black outline of the leaves that are permanently etched onto my skin. He comes to a stop right above the back of my elbow.

“Is that Vincent’s?” he asks, intrigued by the familiar style of the sunflower. I nod. He then leans in from behind to whisper into my ear. “Careful, my lady. Thou might make me jealous.”

“It’s from before I met him.” My voice comes out softer than I anticipated, breathy and nervous from William’s possessive tone. It sends shivers down my spine. “I just like his art, that’s all,” I quietly explain.

I feel him suddenly pull away from me, but I do not turn around to see what he’s doing. I stay completely immobile as he comes back to stand behind me, so close that his chest is touching my back. He gently pulls a soft fabric over my eyes. The red silk ribbon from last night. I do not fight it this time. I read somewhere that, when one sense is taken away, the rest become heightened, better. I wonder how much more I could perceive deprived of my vision. Everything already feels so different since I turned...

He finishes tying the ribbon into a secure knot on the back of my head. I gasp when his fingers brush against the spot on my back where I know the other scar is, matching the one on my chest.

“Come, Anaïs,” he says softly. “Lay down for me.”

I let him guide me to the bed. As much as I refuse to trust William, I must at least pretend I do if I want to get anywhere with my little investigation. The only way to earn his trust is to prove that he has mine.

Though I am terrified, I blindly oblige his request and lay down. What’s the worst he could do, kill me? That is not something I have ever been particularly afraid of. Besides, I doubt it is what William wants.

“Put your arms up.”

I obey. Almost immediately, I feel something soft wrap around my wrists. He’s tying me up. The idea of being bound by him, so vulnerable and at his mercy, makes my breathing accelerate.

“Relax,” he whispers. “Give me a single word and I will free thee. I would never do this against thine will.”

“Okay,” I breath out, reassured. It is hard to be afraid when he is so gentle, so attentive. But alas, that does not make me any less nervous. I have never done this before, willingly submitting to someone like this, and I don’t know what to expect. “I trust you,” I quietly state, partially to convince myself of the fact as much as him. And so, my performance begins.

I feel the mattress sink where William climbs onto the bed beside me and begins laying a trail of kisses down my neck. He makes his way down my body in an infuriatingly slow manner, but I can’t help but shiver every time his lips flutter over my skin.

I am startled by a light pinch on my sensitive right nipple. I did not notice his hand move there... It is not his fingers I am feeling. No, his wet tongue clues me in, when it begins to circle around it between his lips, pulling an unexpected moan from the back of my throat. I do feel his hand on my left breast, where he has begun gently twisting the nipple between his soft fingers. He darkly chuckles when another sigh of pleasure escapes my lips before abruptly letting go.

I whine, wanting more, but he won’t give it to me. Instead, he teasingly caresses my stomach, slowly moving towards... Nothing. His warm hand is gone from my skin as fast as it had come, and I wiggle in my restraints, unsatisfied.

“Be patient, my nightshade,” he sings, amused by my desperation. Desperation for him, that he created. He knows I am putty in his hands, and he likes it. I think I do, too. “Part thy legs.”

His order surprises me. I do as he says without question, eager for his touch. Finally, he slides a finger down the center of my folds, slowly, carefully, as if I was going to shatter from the tension. I think I might. His finger moves up, then down again, before finding my entrance. I open my legs apart even wider, granting him access, and he slowly pushes into me. My breaths are heavy with anticipation, interrupted by a needy whimper every time William moves his finger inside me. I want more.

He must be able to tell, for another finger joins the first in his painfully slow process. It does not last long, though. I hear the rustling of clothes and something metallic hit the floor. His belt. The mattress shifts under his weight. I can feel the warmth of his body hovering over mine in teasing proximity. His breath tickles my ear as he cruelly laughs yet again at the vulnerable state he has left me in. And his cock... Hard as a rock, it presses gently against my core before sliding into me.

I gasp and tense in pleasure around his girth. William’s hand returns to my breast, squeezing it lightly, and then moves to caress up my neck. He cups my cheek as he lets me adjust to the sudden fullness I feel. His thumb drags over my lips, parting them for another kiss. At the same time as he takes my mouth in his, he thrusts again. My resulting moan is muffled by the kiss.

The movement of his hips accelerates, steadily but slowly, until I am left a trembling mess under him. He maintains his rhythm, sending electric shocks all over my body.

“Thou art so beautiful, my nightshade,” he groans when I come undone. His pace slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. “Radiant as the Sun itself.”

He pulls out, and I am left breathing heavily in my uncomfortable position with my arms tied to the headboard. I hear some rustling before the knots around my wrists loosen. Once my hands are freed, William moves on to remove the blindfold. I blink a few times to help my eyes adjust to the light in the room, only to see William smirking down at me. He did not finish this time, too focused on pleasuring me instead. I stare at him, not knowing what to say.

“Mierda,” I blurt out, suddenly remembering something. I don’t know whether to attribute it to the post-coital clarity or my own unpredictable train of thought. “I forgot to feed Puck!”

I quickly wrap myself in a robe I find on a chair, still glistening with sweat, and run out the room.

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikevamp #ikemen #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen vampire fanfiction #ikevam fanfic #ikevamp fanfiction #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikevamp shakespeare

[gryffindorcls]

Story Idea- One Year Later AU

Okay...I’ve had this rattling around in my brain all day...and it’s been preventing me from finishing Chapter 5 of “More Than Just a Friend”.

Picture this...a universe where Adrien doesn’t get to go to school until a year after the Akuma attacks start in Paris.  He and Marinette still receive their Miraculouses the year before, but they do not know each other in real life.  This AU is based on two things:

1) Would Adrien and Marinette be able to recognize each other outside of the masks if they were able to form a stronger bond as Ladybug and Chat Noir for a year before meeting?

2) How would their relationship grow if they had an Oblivio-esque meeting?  (ie- No gum incident)

Here’s how I see it:

-Adrien cannot escape.  He tries, and he fails.  He is homeschooled for another year until he is finally able to convince his father to go.

-During his extra year of homeschooling, he is really desperate for human interaction.  So, when he gets his Miraculous and meets Ladybug for the first time, he’s ecstatic.  (So, pretty much how it goes down in Origins.)

-Adrien still falls in love with Ladybug, and he still pursues her.  Ladybug is more receptive to Chat’s advances because she never met Adrien.  However, she is reluctant to start a relationship with him because she’s afraid of losing focus as a hero.  She keeps telling herself to wait until after Hawkmoth is defeated to explore anything romantic.

-Marinette still meets Alya on the first day of school.  They become besties for the resties immediately.

-Marinette knows that Chloe is the one who put gum on her seat, and she stands up to her on the second day.  So, Alya pretty much only sees confident Marinette.  The girl still has her insecure and clumsy moments, but because there is no Adrien, Alya doesn’t really see spastic Marinette.  Because of this, Alya figures out that Marinette is Ladybug pretty quickly.  Her best friend and the superheroine have the same personality.  As a result, Alya becomes Ladybug’s “Guy In The Chair”.  She helps Marinette make excuses to leave class during Akuma attacks, and she uses the Ladyblog to divert attention from Ladybug’s true identity.

-Alya HARDCORE ships LadyNoir.  Marinette blushes every time she brings it up.

-There is a LadyNoir umbrella scene (like the one on the Instagram account).  Usually when there is rain, the two of them bring their own umbrellas.  One day Chat brings an umbrella on patrol because he saw on the weather forecast that it was going to rain.  Ladybug didn’t realize that it was going to rain, so she doesn’t have one.  While on patrol, they share the umbrella, and Chat admits that he’s never really had friends before.  (This, of course, melts Ladybug’s heart.)  Being the gentleman that he is, he gives Ladybug his umbrella so she doesn’t get wet on the way home.  She develops a crush on him but suppresses it because of her sense of duty.  She occasionally gets flustered around him, but it’s nothing like it is in cannon with Adrien because they already have an established friendship/ partnership at this point.

-During the year before they meet as civilians, Marinette still collects admirers like a Pokemon trainer who wants to catch ‘em all.  Nino falls for her, but he and Alya still fall for each other in the end.  Nathaniel has a crush on Marinette, and she knows it.  Marinette spends time with the other art kids more often, and she’s seen his notebook of drawings dedicated to her.  In this universe, Evilistrator goes down differently, and it would happen after Adrien gets to school.)  Finally, Luka...oh, Luka.  Marinette has a closer relationship with the people in Kitty Section, and Luka falls head over heels for her.  He still declares his love.  Marinette doesn’t really respond to any of her suitors because she has a soft spot for Chat Noir.

-Now, cue Adrien getting to school the next year.  He is finally able to convince his father after a year of non-stop pestering.  This little cinnamon-bun gets to school with all his freshly sharpened pencils and can-do attitude, and BOOM.  He meets class president Marinette who is ready to show the new kid around the school.

-Adrien knows that Marinette is Ladybug almost immediately.  No one else has eyes like that.  No one else is as kind, confident, and beautiful in his eyes.  Ladybug was his only friend (besides Chloe) that he got to see on a regular basis for a year.

-Adrien becomes the stuttering mess.  He cannot handle the fact that he now gets to see this amazing girl he fell in love with on a daily basis.  

-Nino and Adrien still become best friends, and he becomes Adrien’s wingman.  Accidentally, Nino finds out that Adrien is Chat Noir and becomes his “Guy in the Chair”.

-Alya and Nino still become Rena Rouge and Carapace in this AU.

-Alya thinks something is oddly familiar about Adrien, and suggests that he might be Chat Noir.  Marinette doesn’t dismiss it quickly like in cannon because she’s found it kind of odd that Adrien always disappears whenever there’s an Akuma around.  Instead, she walks over to Adrien, ruffles his hair, and looks into his eyes.  It’s him...and suddenly the floodgates open and her crush on him hits her like a ton of bricks.

-The two overcome their awkwardness around each other and become friends in their civilian lives...well, friends that cuddle and are attached at the hip.  Their sweetness gives everyone cavities, and the class CANNOT figure out how they are not dating yet.  (It’s because Marinette is still afraid of starting anything while Hawkmoth is around, but even she is starting to second guess that plan.)

-Nino and Alya cannot handle watching their best friends dance around their feelings for each other, so they are constantly coming up with plans to get them together.  (Nino and Alya also know that their friends are Ladybug and Chat Noir at this point.)

So...yeah.  That’s it for now, but feel free to come and talk to me about this because I cannot stop thinking about it.  Maybe I’ll turn it into a fic one day...we’ll see.  ANYWAY, I’ll go finish Chapter 5.  I just had to write this down.

#miraculous #miraculous au #adrien x marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #one year later au #au idea #ladybug #chat noir

[kazgoreeaterofbabies]

So, TAKE A SEAT MY LOVELIES~

So, in my new AU, Pink Diamond never becomes Rose Quartz! This means that she would’ve made Earth her colony, had the cluster placed, taken a few humans and plants for her human zoo and planetarium (?) And then let the cluster do it’s job.

Pink meets Greg in her human zoo and falls in love, the diamonds disagree with her on her loving a human, of course, but she doesn’t listen and has Steven. This, I feel, would’ve upset the diamonds because ‘what the fuck is this little meat sack with her gem?!’ So the pearls would be his carers! Due to Steven having Pinks gem, no one thought that he deserved to be thrown into the human zoo. This would likely mean Blue and Yellow would be the most attached to him, while White would care for him, she may be a little HARSH.

Steven would grow up in the palace on homeworld, visiting his colony every so often and, most importantly, his gem friends!! Jasper, Pink pearl and Rhodonite! Garnet (in this AU) wouldn’t have had Rose to help her, so, she may have been shattered or may still be on Earth. A pearl and a ruby seem more likely due to all the rubies protecting the diamonds from afar and pearls being EVERYWHERE!

Steven, at age 14, would help the cluster, befriend a Peridot and start his private fighting lessons with a friend from his personal human zoo; Connie! He would discover his powers (Sheild, Healing spit/kiss, bubbles) and train Connie to fight too! They never know when rebels will come about, a rouge group of Amethysts and their Holly Blue Agate run around in place of The Crystal Gems.

Age 16, he discovers his pink powers, which are treated as normal by the diamonds- leading to Steven finally shouting out his feelings! Which in turn cause him to get stuck in ‘Time Out’ for a couple days, but Jasper breaks him out and they run off to White to tell her off and fuse. Forming a beautiful fusion named Tigers eye (which I will draw!! ^w^) and finally get her to listen! This leads to peace on homeworld and final freedom for the humans in the human zoo!

And that’s all I got -w-‘ I had a lot of time, so, here y’all go!! If any of you wanna give some feedback you’re all welcome to! Also, plz don’t take my idea ;~; if u wanna do something with this idea? PERFECT! Go ahead! But just credit me and use the tag #pinkdiamondstevenau so I can see it! Love you! <3

#steven universe #im obsessed #au #pink diamond au #my au #original ideas #i know some other people have posted similar things? #but i just wanna have some fun! #credit to those who came before me #love you! #bye!

[exo-can]

Growing Pains: I Miss You

A collection inspired by Adele’s album 25

Order: 1) When We Were Young 3)River Lea 4)Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

WARNING: Language, some soft smut (rare i know lol)

gif originally posted by @vanillalattaes

A/N: Although its not required, i would recommend reading this series in the order i release them as im doing it in a sort of star wars fashion lol. It won’t affect you storyline wise though if you choose to read this one first (: enjoy my lovlies

     The room felt as suffocatingly tense as it was quiet. The only reprieve from the silence being a small cough or the frustrated tapping of a pencil once in a while. Desperately, you willed yourself to ignore it, eyes determined to remain on your page, as though staring at the blank space was going to will the answer to simply appear. Why the fuck did I listen to the counsellor and take this course? Your pupils flitted over the question again, as though you had expected to find some hint to the answer. I wanted a publishing internship, not a crash course on how music affects literature!

    Exactly one month ago, on this very day, you signed over your sanity by signing up for this Theory and Analysis class. To be fair, you didn't think that examining a few notes and a poem here and there would be too hard. In fact, you’d even called it a cake walk. Boy, oh boy, were you ever wrong. The knowledge that you would have been able to get the internship was in the back of your mind; you were a good student with a strong GPA. Yet, you still wanted something to give you even the slightest edge over your competitors, which is when the school course advisor suggested this. You had agreed at the time. After all, so many authors now were also musicians, so it could give you a connection or even an insight to their work that perhaps other interns might not have. Now, you wholeheartedly regretted that decision.

    Sighing, you slumped into your chair which made a loud squeak. Heads whipped in your direction, icy glares making you sink lower, mouthing a silent ‘sorry.’ Once your peers turned back around you sighed once more, rubbing your fingertips into the temples of your skull, making it look to anyone who glanced at you like you were meditating in your seat. C’mon, Y/N, an internal peptalk starting in your head, You’re not gonna let this ruin your GPA. Schumann, Schumann, Schumann… or was it Schubert? Motherfu-- You could feel your forehead wrinkling in concentration, when a small snicker snapped you out of your trance. Knowing exactly who it came from, your eyes squinted at Taehyung, who was in the desk beside you, menacingly. Lifting your hand, you raised your most favourite finger at the moment, Taehyung only grinning at you like a child in response before turning back to his own test. Rolling your eyes, you were about to do the same, when your vision was halted on a head of black hair just past Taehyung.

    You didn't know him personally, only through mutual friends. Honestly, you’d never even really spoken to him. You only knew what you heard, which was a fair amount. His name was Min Yoongi. He was a music major, but you didn't really know whether he composed or played. That wasn’t really what the other girls liked to discuss. The seemingly much more interesting topic was his love life. Yoongi was good looking, it was no secret. There was something so interesting about his sharp features and cat-like eyes. Even you had to admit it, staring at his face from three desks down like the creepiest person in existence. But he was also known to dine and dash, so to speak. There were a good amount of girls who claimed to have slept with him, but never had anyone seen him actually with someone beyond one night, so it was widely disputed whether they ever actually had slept together. However, there was one detail that remained the same with every girl; he never contacted or even spoke to any of them after. Looking at him now, you didn't really think someone like him could be that cruel. Someone who was close with your new-found friend, Taehyung, could never be. Taehyung was one of the most kind hearted people you’d ever met, despite the teasing.

    Normally, these sorts of traits were a bit of a turn off for you; most guys who falled into the category he was described as all ended up being the same. And ultimately boring. You’d played that game before and had long since grown tired of it. Yet as you scanned his profile, you mused that maybe you wouldn’t mind dealing yourself in once more to relieve pent up stress, if nothing else.

    Taehyung knew him personally, so you knew it would only be a matter of time before you were introduced. Placing your head in your palm, your rested your elbow on your desk. Distantly, you wondered what kind of person he would actually turn out to be. His fingers deftly swiped his pencil back and forth on his paper. You couldn’t read exactly what he wrote, but you were surprised at how full his page his was, only infringing a slight amount of guilt on you for neglecting your own test. Watching, you admired how nimble, yet thin his hands were. Long fingers gripped the pencil strong enough that the veins in his hand could be seen, when suddenly they stopped their movements. Your eyes traveled back up his frame, only to meet his own curious ones. Immediately you snatched your gaze away, your head practically flying out of your palm in sheer panic. Reaching your fingers out to grab your own pencil far too hastily, it clattered to the floor deafeningly. Heads all turning back to you, each person seemed to be sending you telepathic prayers that your would just mysteriously disappear for disturbing them once more. The floor was the only thing you could safely look at as your cheeks flushed red and you dived for your pencil. Retrieving it you immediately hid your tomato face behind your hands with your elbows on the desk and stared down at your paper with more focus than ever. Unable to look, you could hear the other students turning back around in their seats resentfully as you shook your head at your own embarrassment. Such. An. Idiot.

    “So, Yoongi said something to me the other day.” The coffee in your mouth suddenly tasted bitter despite the disgusting amount of sugar and caramel syrup in it.

    Struggling to avoid spitting the liquid all over the pavement as you walked beside Taehyung, you attempted to compose yourself though the incident from last week surged to the forefront of your mind. Humiliation resurfacing and panic setting in because there was absolutely no way in hell Taehyung would ever let you live this down. Patting your chest and then sticking out your tongue as though the drink had burned your tongue after you swallowed. When you finally replied, your voice was thick with the attempt to feign innocence. “Oh? About?”

    “You.” Your heart felt like it was falling through the floor.

    “Really? What did he say?” You replied, despite knowing you were most likely caught and were about to face a face full of ridicule that would last until graduation in 4 years.

    “He kinda just asked who you were, seeing as we’ve been attached at the hip since orientation.” A glimmer of hope shined on the horizon. “To be honest, I thought he was gonna ask if you had some sort of condition because of all the drool pouring out of your mouth last week.”

    And there it went. “You saw?!”

    “Pretty sure the whole class did, Y/N.” He simpered when you batted him with your free arm.

    “Ass,” you muttered into the lid of your coffee.

    “It’s okay if you have a crush on him. He’s a good guy, for the most part.” Taehyung commented, his last addition perking your interest. What does that mean? “Besides, I maybe, sorta, have a little thing for your friend…”

    “Haerin?” You looked at him, puzzled seeing as they’d met all of one time and it was very brief. Sheepishly, he shook his head and it dawned on you, pausing mid step on the sidewalk. “Wait, Luna?!”

    Rolling his eyes, he didn’t slow his pace, forcing you to jog forward to keep up once the initial shock wore off.

    “You do know she’s head over heels for her boyfriend, right?” He nodded, a scowl on his face. “And that they’ve been together for nearly two years?”

    “Yes, Y/N.” His voice was slightly aggravated. “It’s a crush. It’s not like i'm going to propose.”

    A twinge of unease poked at your stomach as you realized you weren't exactly being supportive. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed when nothing comes from it, Tae.”

    The corner of his mouth turned upwards and he patted your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I know there's not really a chance of anything happening.” His grin grew in size, mischief brewing beneath his irises. “You, on the other hand, have some hope. Which would be why I invited Yoongi to the library with us.”

    Once again, you halted in your steps, mortified at what your friend had done. “You did what?!”

    “Would you stop doing that?” Taking two steps back, he gripped your arm and pulled you forward. “For one, you’re going to spill coffee all over yourself. Second, he’s waiting for us.”

    “I hate you.”

    “Yeah, yeah.” He giggled as he let his grip on your arm go.

    “Seriously, Tae.” You whined. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m going home.”

    “No, you aren’t.” He shook his head. “He’s already seen you.”

    Snapping your eyes in the direction which Taehyung was now waving, you spotted him. Leaning against the railing of the steps to the old campus library, he looked cosy. Bundled in a gray scarf and a long, black, tweed coat, you could see a tinge of rouge powdering his nose from the chill October air. Pulling a hand out of his pocket, he gave a wave back before delving the limb back into his pocket in search of warmth.  His face is a little puffy in the morning, you remarked. Cute. Eyes twitched over to you, a new flush of red dusting your own cheeks at being caught staring once again. Averting your eyes to the tops of your shoes, a weird pulling sensation made your insides squirm.

    Steeling your nerves, you did your best to at least appear composed as the gap between you and Yoongi dwindled. By the time you reached him, your internal panic levels had reduced a little, though you still felt like bolting in the opposite direction to avoid the imminent awkwardness. Playing with the lid of your coffee, your shoes scuffed to a stop once Taehyung did the same. Letting your eyes drift upward, it came as a surprise to find him being the one staring for a change, though he made no move to conceal it. You did your best to read him, but it was to no avail, his face remaining as stoic as ever. It was Taehyung who was the first to speak, a knowing grin on his face as he drew the pair of your’s attention away from one another. “Y/N, this is Yoongi.”

    A self-conscious smile flashed across your lips as you murmured a short, “Hey.”

    “Hey,” Yoongi’s sultry tone took you off guard; you didn’t expect someone like him to have such a deep, raspy voice.

    “You look tired.” Taehyung interjected.

    Yoongi scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, I was up a little late last night.”

    “Aw shit I forgot, your project was due this morning right?” Taehyung replied apologetically, to which his friend nodded. “You didn’t have to come! We could’ve done this later.”

    “No, that’s okay.” His dark irises fluttered to you briefly. “I wanted to.”

    “Right.” Taehyung smirked, brushing past Yoongi to the steps that lead to the library. “Let’s go then.”

    Following behind, you walked up the steps to the door, Yoongi taking up the rear. Taehyung didn’t bother to hold the door for you, forcing you to reach out to catch it with a flash of annoyance. “Hey!”

    Taehyung snickered as people immediately shushed you, a blush fanning across your cheeks for letting him goad you. Whispering under your breath, you commented on your friends child like antics, “Dick.”

    A breathless laugh came from behind you. Sneaking a glance back, Yoongi’s eyes were reduced to slivers, his cheeks higher from hiding a grin in the depths of his scarf. Weaving through the library, you did your best to quell the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Your efforts not doing much as frustration took hold at how he’d barely even said a word, but somehow made you feel like you were back in highschool, pining for some guy. Never one to fall fast, it was odd for you to feel this nervous around a guy. You weren't a stranger to hookups, but a part of you wondered if it was just because it had been a little while.

    Brushing the thoughts away, you focus on not hitting one of the various tables as Taehyung led you into one of the group study rooms where talking was permitted. Yoongi was the last to enter, closing the door softly behind him. Setting your half-empty drink on the table, you shrugged your backpack off along with your jacket. Thank god, you’d decided that your comfiest sweatpants and sweater were a bit too musky to wear in public. Settling into your chair, you unloaded your books as Taehyung sat across from you and placed his things on the chair beside him, leaving the one beside you the only chair left for Yoongi to take. He didn’t seem at all fazed though, barely batting an eye at Taehyung's obviousness as he took up the place beside you. Taking off his coat and scarf, he opted to keep the beanie on, which you didn’t mind at all as he looked like a walking-talking advertisement for it. His black hair poked out the front and sides, a glimmer of an earring catching your eye. Shaking your head you averted your gaze to your book, forcing yourself to read the text. I’m starting to understand why these girls rave about him….

    “Y/N?” Taehyung snapped you out of your reverie, “you aren’t going to study our theory class?”

    “No. I’ve been studying that all week.” You replied, defeated. “I’m pretty sure that my head is actually going to explode if I do.”

    “Fair,” Taehyung chuckled. “I just thought maybe you’d wanna ask Yoongi for some help seeing as how great your last test went.”

    Quirking your head, you said, “I’m sure he has his own stuff too; I don't wanna unload on anyone--”

    “He got 93 percent on the test.”

    Your head immediately turned to the side, mouth slightly agape. You never knew he got such good grades; it wasn’t exactly something people talked about. He looked a little unnerved by your reaction, “I don’t mind--”

    “Please.” You cut him off, nearly facepalming at your lack of tact. “I mean, if you don’t mind, could you please help me? Only if you have the time though. Again, I don’t wanna cause you any trouble--”

    “Y/N,” The sound of your name leaving his lips made your stomach flip. “It’s no bother; it helps me study it too.”

    The sun had just began to descend when Taehyung had left the two of you to your own devices, though you didn't really notice. On the exterior, Yoongi seemed like a gruff sort of person, but as he started teaching you, you found out that wasn't at all the case. He went through notes and old tests so patiently with you, never complaining when you got a question wrong even if it was the fourth time you’d been over it. Not once. Gentle fingers glided over the pages of your old text book, showing you references and dates while keeping the page open until he was sure you understood. As you studied, you realized that he wasn’t just taking a course because society expected him to; he was passionate about music.

    The proximity between you had eventually began to close as your timidness wore off and you felt more comfortable with him. Your bodies now only centimeters apart. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne and his arm would sometimes brush against yours, sending a tingle up your spine. Doing your best to focus, you only snuck glances at him when he was reading from the textbook. There were smaller things you’d noticed about him now; his tendency to fiddle with his pencil, the miniscule freckle just to the right of his nose, and the way his lips settled into a pout whenever he rested his features. An urge to know more about him lingered, the study session only fueling your intrigue instead of burning it out as it usually did when you met a guy like this. As time wore on, excitement still gurgled inside you but guilt couldn’t help but convolute your heart. This entire time he’d only been helping you instead of studying his own things.

    “I’m sorry,” You apologized after getting a question wrong, noting that the clock on the wall read 5 pm. “We can stop now.”

    Yoongi quirked his head, “Why?”

    “I’ve taken up your whole day.” You sighed.

    “I told you I didn’t mind.”

    “Yeah, i know...” you trailed off, still unsatisfied. A silence ensued as you cursed your own selfishness and began to pack your things back up while Yoongi remained still.

    “Treat me, then.” His comment made you pause.

    “What?”

    “If you feel that bad,” He reasoned, following your actions and packing up before sending you a grin, “go to dinner with me.”

    Your eyes grew wide at the suggestion, heat flaring up inside you. Gathering your bearings, you did your best to appear unaffected though from the way Yoongi smirked, you knew it was already too late. “Is this your way of asking me out on a date?”

    “No,” he replied teasingly, “i’m pretty sure I only asked you to treat me.”

    Your face dropped into a frown. Hoisting your backpack up, you brushed past him to the door of the group study room muttering, “I can see why you and Taehyung are friends now.” 

    A throaty chuckle sounded behind you and you couldn’t help the corners of your mouth from upturning ever so slightly.

    “You're joking right?” Digging your chin into your jacket, your eyes danced over neon lights, flashing from every direction. The street was crowded, which made sense considering the time. Some people rushed through, while others doddled along gazing at each sign as they passed various vendors. The unmistakable scent of food wafted toward you, making your mouth salivate. “You could have picked an actual restaurant; i’m not that cheap.”

    “I never said you were. I happen to love street food, thanks.” Yoongi grinned at you, scarf muffling his words a little. Like many others, his catlike eyes scanned each stall, a playful expression on his face as he lurched down the road. “Besides, if we went to a restaurant people might mistake this as a date and think im an ass for not paying.”

    “When are you going to stop teasing me about that?!” You elbowed him in the side, the redness in your cheeks only accentuating your pout as you muttered, “Any girl would make the same mistake.”

    A small laugh left his lips, making your stomach flutter, “C’mon.”

    A gust of wind brushed your back, sending a chill down your spine. “Are you sure you don't want to go to a restaurant?”

    “Positive,” He immediately responded, his face brightening when he found the stall he’d been looking for. “They have all my favourites here.”

    “But, it’s cold out here.” You whined.

    A look of realization crossed his features, his eyes scanning your figure which was nearly folding in on itself to contain some warmth. Placing a hand on your arm to stop you, he replied, “Wait here for a sec.”

    Confused, you watched as he turned his back on you and headed down one of the various streets. Standing awkwardly on the pavement, you itched to follow him, but obeyed anyway. Pulling your hands together in front of your mouth, you breathed into them. A split second of bliss graced them before disappearing, leaving you to rub them against one another vigorously to try and keep a fraction of that warmth. So focused on your task, you almost didn’t notice when he reappeared in front of you, his hand full of something you couldn't quite make out. The palms of your hands stopped their rubbing motions as his hand grabbed yours and pulled it toward him. Placing a squishy package in your hand, he reached into his pocket to pull out another as warmth bloomed in your palm. Cracking the pack, he handed the other one over, “Put those ones in your shoes.”

    It was then that you realized you’d been staring at him, dumbfounded. Snapping yourself out of it, you nodded numbly. Crouching, you lifted the tongue of each sneaker, shoving the hot packs in one by one. Wiggling your toes, you relished in the warmth before rising up to your feet. While you’d been doing what you were told, Yoongi pulled two more out and burst the bubble in each. Slender fingers grabbed your hands, placing the packs in your palms before curling them over yours to make your hand into a fist. Taking hold of your wrists, he pushed your hands into your pockets while you stood like a mannequin, letting him control you.  Reaching up, he unraveled his scarf from around his neck, the bottom half of his face revealing itself. Zipping up his coat to the top, he gently curled his scarf around your neck, the pads of his fingers brushing against your skin faintly. Eyes studying the fabris, he only ceasing his fiddling with his when he was happy with how it encased you.

    “Yoongi,” you began to protest, only for him to cut your words short.

    “Better?”

    Nodding in response, you bit your lip hesitantly, “But what about you?’

    “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll be fine.” Again at the mention of your name, your heart seemed to press forward against your ribs, only swelling when he gave you a reassuring smile that made his eyes crinkle. “Let's go eat.”

    Though you hated to admit it, you were thankful to Taehyung. After that night of eating and talking about random things, Yoongi started to become someone you saw frequently in your life. It would be a little bold to call you friends, but more accurate to say you were a smidge more than study buddies. Pulling out textbooks and going through notes together became a weekly thing, sometimes more depending on how much work you had. Just the same as the first time, Yoongi was patient with you. After a few weeks, he even started to ask you questions to about classes he found more difficult even if it wasn't something you took either. He claimed he just needed a different perspective, which you were eager to provide seeing as your mark in the class you shared had gone up by a whopping 10 percent since he’d begun helping you. You found it regretful though that you couldn't be of more help. It’d been two months since the two of you started hanging around each other and though you were happy to have him around, you couldn't help but feel frustrated.

    The more time you spent with him, the more you ached to know him on a deeper level. You weren't new to relationships, but you'd never really been this curious about someone. Time would slow when you weren’t with him, a yearning to be in his presence gradually growing until he took up most of your thoughts. Daydreams danced in your head about whether he was a good kisser, if he’d turn out like every other guy you’d eventually grown bored with, and what kind of person he was under his guarded exterior. If you were honest, you felt pathetic that you were in college and some guy who had never even kissed you, let alone touch you in a way that wasn't an accidental brush of the skin, had this effect on you. But you also craved to learn what it would feel like if he did.

    Somewhere among your studying and coffee runs, you’d made it your goal to satiate your curiosity. You didn’t aim so high as to date, just to hook up at least once. However, only disappointment greeted you. Not once had he ever made a move to touch you. Occasionally there were flirtatious jabs, but never anything more. Eventually, you started to wonder if maybe you just weren’t his type and the girls who seemed to hover and whisper all around you were.

    Whenever you were with the man, hushed voices followed. You knew what they were wondering; why was he hanging out with you so much? Were you dating? What made you so different? Sometimes you’d chuckle, earning a confused glance from Yoongi which you’d always brush off. Other times you’d find yourself moping because they were far from the truth. Right now, it was the latter.

    “Did you see that chick who left Yoongi's dorm yesterday morning?” Jimin, one of Taehyungs friends, questioned your circle of friends sitting at a table in the cafeteria.

    “No,” Taehyung replied, quickly trying to divert the conversation to spare you while Luna and Haerin snuck worried glances your way, “where is he and Namjoon anyway?”

    Jimin shrugged, “Yoongi sent me a text at 4 this morning so Namjoon is probably trying to wake him up.”

    “Do you mean that girl who was sitting on the curb?” Jungkook piped up, earning a glare from Taehyung whose efforts were thwarted, though he didn't seem to notice.

    “Sitting on the curb?” Jin asked.

    “Yeah,” Jungkook nodded, shoveling the last few pieces of a pancake into his mouth, “I think she was waiting for a cab.”

    “Yeah that one,” Jimin nodded while Jin muttered about how rude it was to make her wait outside, “do you think he’d mind if I asked for her number?”

    “Does he ever?” Taehyung huffed, discreetly placing a comforting hand on your own, which you’d absentmindedly curled into a ball, under the table. Taking a breath and shoving the fruit on your plate around, you implored yourself to relax. Why do I even care? I’m just a person he studies with.

    “That’s true,” Jimin nodded. “She was really hot though.”

    “Do you really have to talk about this with us here?” Luna barked from beside you, annoyance making her eyebrows bunch.

    Jimin glanced at her sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry, I just didn’t think it was a problem seeing as we have before.”

    “It’s annoying.” She was relentless. “It’s not like I gab about my latest conquests.”

    “Bullshit,” Taehyung quickly rebuked, his hand becoming tighter on yours, “you constantly talk about your boyfriend.”

    Luna’s mouth dropped. “That’s different!”

    “It’s not.”

    “Yes, it is!”

    Bickering ensued from each side of you, causing you to slump in your chair, rolling your eyes. Ignoring the war raging on, Jungkook nodded his head toward the door, speaking directly to jimin, “If you still want to, here’s your chance.”

    Instantly your eyes shifted to the direction he motioned to, spotting a groggy Yoongi shuffling behind Namjoon like a zombie. Panic and dread consumed you. All you wanted to do was disappear, embarrassed at how much you’d lusted over someone who clearly wasn't interested. Before his irises could meet yours, you stood from your chair. The abruptness of your movement made the chair squeal as it skid against the floor, drawing the tables attention to you.

    “I forgot something in my dorm.” You muttered quietly, pivoting on your heel to rush through the door on the other side of the room, opposite from the one Yoongi had arrived in.

    “Wait, Y/N!” Haerin exclaimed, rising from her own seat with a worried expression.

    “Yeah, we’ll come!” Luna chimed in, her spat with Taehyung forgotten.

    You didn’t slow for them, focused on reaching the hallway before the green monster hiding out on your back was discovered by the one person who was the source of it. You cursed yourself over and over again in your head. This feeling of being at someone else's mercy was something you loathed. It was something every person would experience at least once in their life; you knew this. But it didn’t make it any easier when it happened. Feeling small and insecure, the insults directed to yourself spewed from your brain. You’d thought you’d grown past this and had learnt to not fall too deep before anything had ever even happened. Apparently you had been wrong.

    The tapping of two pairs of feet caught up with you. Luna remarked once her and Haerin were by your side, “What assholes.”

    “They didn’t do anything.” You replied before letting out a sigh. “I didn’t want him to see me is all. I feel so stupid.”

    “Y/N,” Haerin frowned, “you can’t help liking someone.”

    “I know.” You agreed. “I just don’t understand why it upset me and I hate that i’m mad when I literally have no reason to be. It’s not like we even had a thing, y’know? I just carried on one sidedly and got ahead of myself.”

    The girls stayed silent by your side, nodding while Luna patted your shoulder. They didn't defend you because in all honesty, you really had just gotten ahead of yourself. “It’s okay to just really want someones dick sometimes.”

    “Luna!” Haerin chided while you burst into a laugh, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

    “What? Its true and she hasn’t had any lately.” Luna reasoned, putting her chin in her hand like she was thinking. “Maybe it was just that he’s hot and you’re horny and y’know, pheromones and stuff.”

    “That is true.” You quirked your head contemplatively.

    “I have an idea!” Haerin interjected. “That guy with the long hair and is really annoying said his frat house is having a party tonight.”

    “I forgot about that!” Luna exclaimed excitedly. “Lets go get drunk, forget about Yongle or whatever,” you couldn’t help but snort, “and maybe even land you a guy for the night to work out all this frustration!”

    “Well?” Haerin looked at you optimistically. Right after she’d mentioned getting drunk you knew you’d go, but you played it like you weren’t sure. A hopeful silence paused the conversation for a moment, before a grin stretched across your lips and you nodded. The girls by your side nearly shouted with enthusiasm, hooking their arms with yours while you giggled and outsiders rolled their eyes at your groups antics.

    The day seemed to drag, as it always did. However, today it was almost like someone had hit rewind, each time you looked at the clock feeling like a punch in the gut. All you wanted was to go home, beat your face, and get drunk with the people who loved you. As time ticked away, you did start to feel better. You credited this to Luna’s explanation. After all, your initial attraction to Yoongi, who you avidly avoided for the remainder of the day, was purely physical. Granted, you had grown interested in him, but it wasn’t like you were in love. Looking back at the days you’d spent in his company, your mind analyzed every second, coming up with reasons why your body reacted to him or why your mind became goo. In short, you chalked it up as lust, telling yourself that you would’ve felt the same way with any attractive guy with how long it’d been since you’d been intimate with a person. By the time the clock struck half past 3, you’d successfully convinced yourself that Yoongi hadn’t actually upset you, your hormones had.

    Feeling confident again, there was a spring in your step as you trotted down the halls. Outfit choices and makeup selections swiped through your thoughts, anticipation bubbling as you thought about the night to come. All your musings clouded your senses. So much so, you didn’t notice when Taehyung waltzed up beside you and threaded his arm through yours.

    “Holy shit!” A squeal erupted from your lips, your free hand coming to clutch your chest.

    “Hi,” Taehyung grinned, not bothering to conceal his satisfaction with startling you.

    “You scared the crap out of me, Tae.” Loosening the hold on your chest, you punched him on the arm, though a good natured smile coated your mouth.

    “Sorry, sorry,” He apologized, though you knew from the giggles that he didn’t mean it in the slightest. “What are you doing tonight? Wanna grab a bite and see a horror movie?”

    “Tempting,” The hand you hit him with rested on his forearm, giving him a little squeeze of appreciation. Without saying anything, you knew he was worried about you. This morning you knew he’d felt guilty about what had happened from the seven messages he’d sent asking you if you were alright. Even though you’d reassured him every time, his actions were a testament to the kind of friend he was to you. He refused to cease his pestering until he was positive that there wasn’t a hint of sadness lingering inside your heart. “I can’t though. I’m going to a party in that one frat house on the corner.”

    “You are?” He feigned vexation. “Why wasn’t I invited?!”

    A shrug from you jostled your knotted arms, “I just hadn’t seen you yet.”

    “Well, I’m coming. I won't breathe a word to He Who Shall Not Be Named.” He reassured you and drew his vacant arm up to draw a cross over his heart. “Scouts honor.”

    Snorting at his reference, you shook your head indifferently, “It’s fine. I don’t care if he’s there.”

    Taehyungs eyes became slivers, lips forming an ‘n’ from his skepticism. “Yeah, okay.”

    Laughing at his distorted face, you rebutted, “I honestly don’t!”

    “Alright,” he acknowledged, though the suspicion he exuded didn’t fade.

    Opening the exit doors, you shivered and let your grasp on your friend slacken as you prepared to head your separate ways. Starting on the path to your respective home, you walked backwards so you still faced Taehyung. “Come to my dorm at nine-ish, okay? We’ll sneak you in to pregame.”

    Instead of replying, he merely shot you a thumbs up and a smile, zipping up his coat to the top and jogging off down the sidewalk. Turning around, you shoved your hands in your pockets, the memory of that first night with Yoongi flashing in your mind briefly before you forced it back into the vault of things you would rather ignore. Sighing wistfully, you carried yourself down the path, your previous daydreams coming back to life as the cold air nipped at you through your jacket.

    The party was like any other frat party you’d been to; cramped, loud, and vaguely smelling like something that had been left out to rot. You didn't mind much though, the alcohol in your bloodstream making all that seem somehow pleasant. Your vision was slightly blurred, though you were very much coherent. The taste of smoke lingered in your mouth even after you took a swig of your drink, head bobbing to the music while musing about everything and nothing.

    As promised, Taehyung had joined in on the fun. Accompanying the three of you and declaring himself your honorary bodyguard of the night after he was a few beers in. However, you knew he wouldn’t be a very good one seeing as though he tried his best, his attention always seemed to swerve off in the direction of Luna. He meant well, but he was a flirty guy and she was what he liked. You could see them on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall, Taehyung grinning like he’d won a prize as Luna tossed her head back as she laughed. A small smile graced your lips. They’re cute.

    Haerin was still by your side though, a slightly sour look on her face because ‘she already has a boyfriend and this is supposed to be girls night, so what the fuck?’ You had patted her shoulder sympathetically when you heard the stinging in her words and muttered a short reassurance that it was okay. Watching the dynamic play out, worry tugged at your mind, knowing that something more was going on and that you should probably address it. But fuck it. You were the one who was supposed to be comforted tonight for your brief and bizarre lapse in judgement. The weird love triangle wait for another day.

    After successfully drawing her attention away from your two best friends, the two of you knocked cups, vowing to find a good lay for the night and downing the burning liquid. Since then, the pair of you milled about, giggling to each other as you scouted for candidates. Bouncing around, there were a few guys who interested you, stopping to chat and lay down some ground work to give yourself options as everyone did in college. However, even as you smiled sweetly and laughed at their mediocre jokes, your mind always seemed to revert to the fact that they weren't who you really wanted. And yet, you trudged on, giving out sly touches and coy glances all the while ignoring the nagging sensation burning at the back of your brain.

    “I have to go to the washroom.” Haerin leaned in close to tell you after a while. Shuffling to the stairs, you assured her that you’d be fine waiting on the main level for her, not wanting to fight your way through the throngs of people unnecessarily.

    And so, here you were. Back against the wall with the rim of your cup touching your bottom lip, you fiddled with the hem of your long sleeve crop top that you’d paired with a faux suede skirt despite the chilly weather. Taking a moment for yourself, you noted that Taehyung and Luna weren’t where they had been before. Tugging out your phone that you’d tucked into the pocket of your oversized jean jacket for safekeeping, you shot Taehyung a quick text asking where he was and letting him know where you were. Storing your phone back away, you glanced up the stairs as it had been a little while. Wondering what was taking so long, you shifted your weight from foot to foot impatiently. A few minutes passed. Then another few. And another. When you were nearing the 20 minute mark and the end of your rope, you heaved a sigh, coming to the conclusion that she’d either met someone or had been dragged off by someone else. Resigning yourself to having to play mom and find her, you were just about to start your search when you heard a familiar voice rasp, “hey.”

    All the warmth that had accumulated in you seemed to seep out of every pore, your eyes growing wide as you swiveled your head toward the intruder. Drooping, ink eyes captured your, a telltale glaze across them that made him look spaced out though he was looking right at you. You gave him a once over, his black jeans sticking close to him while his grey shirt and plaid combo did the opposite. Clearing your throat a little, your eyes raked back up to his, your indifferent facade cracking when you spotted a knowing smirk on his lips. Moving the plastic cup away from your mouth, you spoke as you always did to him,“hey.”

    “You ran away this morning.” He stated.

    “Ah,” a blush touched your cheeks, “I forgot my notebook in my dorm.”

    He nodded but his features displayed something akin to disappointment, stepping closer when someone grazed his back. “You seemed like you were in a hurry.”

    You could smell the lingering scent of beer wafting toward you when he spoke, “I didn’t want to be late.”

    He quirked a brow, never being one to fall for someone's bullshit. “Y/N, you’re late everyday.”

    “Am not,” you quipped back though the corner of your mouth betrayed you by curling upward. “I didn’t know you kept a record of my attendance.”

    He chuckled lowly, “I don’t, but it’s hard not to notice when Taehyung seems to vibrate like a puppy when you come in.”

    A laugh tumbled out of you at that, the mental image appearing behind your eyes. Yoongi grinned back, a hand coming out to rest on your lower back, tugging you closer as someone tried to get by the two of you. The giggling died down as his hand felt like it was scorching through your jacket. Your chests were only a small distance away now and you found yourself absentmindedly leaning in closer to his warmth. That tug in your chest roaring to life and inching you closer. Eyes meeting his, the smile he’d worn had dissipated into a line. He didn’t remove his hand completely, but instead let it drift to the hem of your skirt. Skin skimmed your thigh as he fingered the fabric, his expression one you’d never seen him with before, but tantalizing all the same. A flash of pink wet his lip, voice low when he spoke, “You look good.”

    “Thanks.” A current of titillation shocked your core, rendering yourself unable to say anything more than that. Dark irises fluttered between your lips and eyes, the distance between you carving away. However, as soon as he leaned down just enough to grant you vision behind him, you spotted Jimin talking to some blonde in the corner. Immediately the anticipation that was threatening to boil over, died down into a faint ripple. Before you could catch yourself, you muttered, “You really are good, aren’t you?”

Halting, Yoongi’s brow furrowed in confusion. Straightening, he looked lost as he replied, “good at what?”

    But you never got to reply, a voice interrupting you, “Min Yoongi!”

    Recognizing the deep tone which belonged to Taehyung, the pair of you shot apart, your skin mourning when Yoongi's no longer graced yours. Yoongi put on an impressively bored face, looking behind you at your sloppy friend who trudged over to throw an arm over you. “What?”

    “Ugh,” you winced, attempting to shove Taehyungs hand off your shoulder. “Tae, you reek of booze.”

    “Sorry, some guy spilled a full beer on me,” he gazed down at you apologetically, before sharpening his eyes and glaring at Yoongi, making you want to shrink and hide. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

    “Me?” Yoongi asked, bewildered. “No? Why would I?”

    It was silent for a second as Taehyung glowered at him. “Well, whatever. You’re not allowed to hang out with Y/N today. So sorry. Go hang out with that chick from the other night.”

    Yoongi’s head cocked to the side, “Who?”

    “You know who!” Taehyung exclaimed, drunkenly pushing a finger into his friends chest. Yoongi glanced at you for help, but all you could do was stare down at the ground mortified. In any other situation, you probably would’ve keeled over laughing at Taehyung’s grandpa act. Now? Not so much. I’m going to kill him. “The one Jimin wanted to know about this morning. Go hang with her, Y/N is mine tonight.”

    “Taehyung!” Smacked him in the chest at his suggestive words. “Can you not say it like that?!”

    Taehyungs bottom lip jutted out, pouting while Yoongi started to put pieces together. “Wait, you mean that one?”

    He pointed at the girl Jimin was with.

    “Yeah! Jimin wouldn’t shut up about her all morning, saying how hot she was and that he had to ask you for her number and blah, blah, blah.” With each new word that Taehyung spat out, the more you wished you could just run away, praying that Yoongi wouldn’t connect the dots.

    “Tae, where is Luna?” You asked, trying to make an escape route before it went any further.

    “I left her on the porch because I saw you and Yoongi through the window. Why?”

    “Is that why you avoided me today?” It was like someone dumped ice on you, your jaw clenching and your eyes catching Yoongi’s, realization shining in their depths.

    “Of course it’s not,” Taehyung replied, inadvertently outing you. “Idiot--”

    “Taehyung!” The sound of Lunas garbled speech rang in your ears. Turning to the sound of her voice, she stumbled toward your group, bumping into almost every person.

    “Oh, Christ.” You muttered.

    “I forgot to say,” Taehyung murmured beside you, “She’s kinda really drunk.”

    “No shit.” You replied, catching Lunas arm as she neared you and dragging her toward you.

    “Y/N!” She grinned while swaying in your grasp, untroubled by her own level of intoxication. Yawning once, she rubbed her eyes and slurred, “What time is it?”

    “It’s late,” You lied; it was only 1 am. “Wanna go?”

    She nodded while Taehyung let go of you to swing her arm over his shoulder for support, his hand gripping her waist tightly to keep her steady. “I’ll take her outside.”

    “Okay,” you replied, moving her hair out of her face and resisting the overwhelming urge to take a picture as her head lolled back. “I’ll find Haerin, but don’t leave without me, okay?”

    Taehyung nodded, his own drunken stupor seeming to have worn off a bit due to the situation. Surging forward, you watched as Taehyung did his best to usher her toward the door. Luna wasn’t a big help though, stopping every few seconds to talk to someone and telling Taehyung to slow down. Yoongi's hand encasing your wrist diverted your attention away.

    Oh yeah, the conversation you’d been having, or rather he and Taehyung had been having, coming back to mind, that. Dread consumed you, glancing at him unwillingly. He jutted his chin toward the staircase. “Come with me for a minute.”

    He didn't seem to notice the reluctance in your voice when you responded, “Okay.”

    Tugging, he lead you through the crowd, cutting a path for you as he weaved. Most people parted for him on the staircase as he guided you up, glancing back to make sure you were okay every few seconds. However, a few grumbled in annoyance when he bumped shoulders with them or interrupted a couple from more intimate activities. As always, he paid no mind to other people's opinions and simply put on his icy stance that he used with most anyone who was a stranger. Not rude, but more apathetic. Reaching the top, he took you down the hallway. He didn’t stop at the first few doors, but instead waited until you neared the back of the large house to start jiggling handles and peeking inside rooms for occupants. Once he found an empty one, he pulled you inside, closing the door and latching the lock.

    Letting go of your wrist, you smoothed the palms of your hands on your skirt. Much to your own dismay, he still made you giddy, something each guy downstairs had failed to do. You found yourself tracking his movements and studying them so closely that your resolution that he was just some guy you wanted to fool around with wavered. Clasping your digits together in front of you, you tried to slow your pounding heart, hoping Yoongi wouldn't notice how tense you were. The room was quiet, only the muffled sounds of the party filling the silence.

    “I never took you as the jealous type.” A vivid shade of red dusted your cheeks at his words.

    “I’m not.” You replied, refusing to let yourself slip and put yourself in a vulnerable position.

    Yoongi stepped toward you, gently reaching out to tuck away a stray strand of hair behind your ear before shoving his hands in his pockets. Locking eyes, you struggled to tell what he was thinking, which you assumed was something about you completely and utterly embarrassing yourself in front of him multiple times. “So, that’s not why you left the table this morning a half hour before class started?”

    “I told you I forgot my notebook.” It was apparent that your excuse wasn’t going to appease him this time around by the tired look he gave you. Sighing, you crossed your arms and admitted a portion of the truth, “I also didn’t want to hear about your new notch. Satisfied?”

    “A little.” He shrugged, a small triumphant grin adorning his lips. “Although, you probably should’ve stuck around.”

    “What do you mean?” You replied, a little annoyed by how cryptic he was being, wishing that he would just be blunt like he usually was.

    “If you’d stayed, you’d know that I never slept with her.” He explained. “Namjoon did.”

    “Oh,” was all you could say, though a heavy sense of relief that you didn’t quite understand made you feel warm. Before you knew it, a smile crept up on your lips. You tried to quell it at soon as you’d noticed by biting the inside of your cheek.

    “Satisfied?” He repeated after you.

    Peering at him sheepishly through your lashes, you nodded. You did your best not to quake from the way he glanced down at you, a little smug. The wall you usually encountered was no longer present, like he was choosing to allow you even the smallest access. The unabashed lust in his irises set you at ease, knowing he felt even a fraction of the attraction that you did. Distantly, you pondered whether this was all apart of his deck of cards, though you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. If it was, it was a damn good card and you weren't a sore loser. At least, not right now. Feeling foolhardy from your previous actions, you couldn’t help but spill the truth now, if anything just to explain why you’d acted so rash, “you know, I’m usually not like this.”

    “Like what?” He said lowly as you unfolded your arms and reached out to grab hold of the edges of his plaid shirt.

    “This shaken up by someone,” feeling a little more calm now from talking about how you were feeling as you fiddled with the fabric, you steeled yourself and took the first step as you edged him closer. “There’s something about you that makes me so annoyingly interested in you. Usually, I’m much more of a casual person about this stuff and not quite so--”

    “Jealous?” He smirked.

    “No, I don’t like that word.” You scrunched your nose, bodies just about touching while Yoongi let you drag him in, hands still in his pockets. “More like… eager.”

    “That’s too bad.” He rasped.

    “Why is that?” His hand slid out of his right pocket to toy with the band of your skirt.

    “I liked watching you act like you didn’t care.”

    “Why? You like it when girls act cold to you?” You teased.

    “No,” he grinned devilishly, making your core tighten. “It just means I can have more fun with you.”

    Your breathing was heavy with need, as he hooked a surprisingly cold finger into the band he’d been playing with and coaxed you forward to close whatever remained of the gap between you. Lips pillowed yours in a short kiss before coming back for more. His hand slowly creeping to your back, one finger still underneath the fabric of your skirt. Pecks became fervent, gradually getting longer and longer in duration. Frustration started to build up as he moved away whenever you thought you were going to get more. Eventually, you couldn’t stand it anymore, reaching up and grasping the collar of his shirt with one hand while the other encased the side of his neck, wrenching him down to you. The rumble of a laugh tickled your lips as he slid out his other hand from his pocket and let it join the other. Electricity seemed to dance through your body, lighting you up with pleasure when his tongue finally swiped along your bottom lip. You were quick to grant him access as a hand slid lower on your body to caress the top of your butt cheek. Keening when his tongue met yours in a play for power, you wound your digits into his hair. Soft strands fluttered against your skin. The hand on your ass inched lower, squeezing hard in time with the motions of your mouths and pressing you against his groin. Fingers tightened their hold on his hair in response, making him grunt. He was mistaken if he thought you were one to be obedient.

    Sliding your hands down to his chest, you maintained the kiss as you backed him toward the bed. When his knees knocked yours, you broke away from him, a smirk on your face as you pushed him backwards onto the mattress. Leering at you slyly, he waited patiently for you to crawl on top of him, kissing his body over the fabric of his shirt on your way up to his lips. Settling down on his lap, you felt yourself clench when his hard-on pressed against your center. Lips touched his once before kissing down into his neck. You quickly gathered that Yoongi wasn’t a very vocal partner, which honestly you could have deduced just from the way he is in everyday life. Sucking on the skin under his jaw, you knew you found his sweet spot when he clenched his jaw, suppressing a moan. Smiling to yourself, you increased your pressure, forcing the blood toward the surface of his skin to create a nice plum blemish on his porcelain skin tone. Slowly, you began to rock yourself back and forth over his jeans, your underwear bunching and rubbing against your core. Hearing his breathing growing laboured, you sped up, grinding down harder on him. His head tilted to the side, giving you more space to work with, moving to create another mark that would show that he was yours, if only for tonight. Hands stroked your bare thighs as you shimmied a hand under his shirt, climbing higher up your legs before delving to your backside. With every motion you made, you felt his torso clench with pleasure, resisting the urge to rut up into you. Flipping up your skirt, his hands clutched your flesh so hard that you were sure he’d leave behind marks of his own. Helping your motions, you mewled into his neck after a particularly harsh squeeze, to which his shaft twitched. Your fingers traced down his abdomen to the waist of his jeans. Just as you freed the button from its confines, the jingle of your phone sounded from your jacket pocket.

    Stilling above him, you swore. Letting your weight rest in his lap, you rooted around in your pocket for the device, grimacing when you saw Haerin’s name on the screen. Accepting the call, you muttered a curt, “Hello?”

    “Hey, where are you?” The skin of your lips was pinched by your teeth as Yoongi drew shapes on your inner thigh.

    “I’m, um,” you had to pause to keep yourself from moaning when Yoongi wriggled below you, a dark look daring you to continue. Clearing your throat you placed a hand on his chest, digging your nails in to the fabric as a warning, though he merely smirked and continued drawing on your legs. “I’m upstairs. Why?”

    “Oh, fuck, are you with a guy?” Haerin asked, to which you simply hummed in confirmation. Yoongi suddenly sat up, his lips brushing over your collar bones making your thoughts fuzzy as you tired your best to focus on your conversation with Haerin. “I’m sorry Y/N, I’d handle it by myself but I can’t take care of both Tae and Luna.”

    A faint sense of worry invaded your bubble of pleasure, one of Yoongi's hands pressing you closer to him by the small of your back. “What happened? They were fine when I saw them.”

    “They passed out on the lawn.”

    Yoongi paused his ministrations, hearing Haerin’s words too. Heaving a sigh, you placed a hand on his shoulder and lifted yourself off of him to stand. “Alright, i’ll be down in a sec.”

    Ending the call, you fixed your skirt and hair while Yoongi buttoned his pants. “Sorry.”

    “Don’t be.” Yoongi reassured you, smoothing his collar and rubbing your lipstick off his neck. “I’ll take Taehyung home.”

“Thanks.” You giggled when you saw the traces of your lips staining his own. Licking your thumb, you gently rubbed the color away, teasing, “that’s a nice color on you.”

    “You think?” He raised an eyebrow, catching your hand and swooping in to kiss you, replacing the color you wiped away. “I’d better keep it on then.”

    You laughed and turned to the door, Yoongi’s fingers lacing together with yours. Each of you exited the room, faces still a little flushed while adorning grins. Yoongi stroked his thumb against yours, keeping you close as people glanced at you two and proceeded to whisper. You didn’t care though, still a little drunk off Yoongi's touch. Reaching the staircase, Yoongi speculated, “So how much you wanna bet that he threw up?”

    “Oh, I don’t need to bet on that.”

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Marinette’s So Lovable! (Crossover Edition) #1

Well, it has begun! Here is the first oneshot of my Marinette crossover oneshot pairing series! And Raven is first! So, here is Ravenette! (And yes, I wouldn’t mind seeing fanart if you want to make any based on this)

Marinette knew her life was going to be weird when she found out that she was chosen to be a superhero. She just never knew how weird it would become. While her normal life revolved around normal teenage things, whenever a person was akumatized, she had to transform and go defeat them to save Paris. And in the meantime, she was following every lead about Hawkmoth's true identity that she could find. It turns out that this was the right thing to do.

Almost two years after receiving Tikki and becoming the superhero Ladybug, her and her superfriends, Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Queen Bee, finally found Hawkmoth and defeated him in the toughest battle of her life. The teenagers were shocked as his transformation ended and left behind Gabriel Agreste, Adrien's father. They were further suprised when Chat dropped his own transformation to reveal his identity as Adrien. After a heart breaking confrontation between the two, the superheroes were caught offguard as Gabriel decided to go for one last attempt to defeat them. Using a secret device that he had built, Gabriel was able to make one of his final moths attach itself to Ladybug.

Tikki informed Marinette what was about to happen so Marinette told her friends to take care of the rest and tell her parents that she said good-bye while informing them of who she was. Before they could stop her, she jumped out of the building and headed towards the Eiffel Tower. Climbing to the top, she propelled herself as high as she could right as the moth finally unleashed all of its power in a huge explosion.

Everyone in Paris believed that Ladybug, no Marinette, died that day saving them all. Her parents mourned the loss of their daughter while her friends, both normal and super, all mourned for months.

What they didn't know...was that she didn't die that day. She was sent to a different dimension thanks to Tikki shielding Marinette with the full use of her power. ___ Raven had been sitting outside on top of the tower that night. The others were being far too loud for her liking. She was unable to concentrate on her meditating. As much as she treasured her friendship with the other Titans, they had too much trouble keeping quiet for her taste.

She was lost in her meditation as her body floated above the rooftop. As she sat there reciting her signature chant, her keen senses picked up on a portal opening high in the sky. Immediately alarmed, she looked into the sky and saw a figure shooting out of a portal and heading to the ground at top speed. Raising her eyebrow, she looked closer and was barely able to make out the figure as a girl around her age in a ladybug themed suit.

Raising herself to her feet, she quickly flew into the sky as quickly as possible. Heading in the direction that the girl's unconscious body was falling, Raven realized she wouldn't be able to make it in time if she only flew so she shot out her hand and quickly recited her chant to cover the girl in her signature black energy. Using this brief chance, she flew faster and was barely able to reach the girl before her spell wore off. The girl fell into her arms in a bridal fashion.

Looking down at the girl since she was much closer now, Raven felt her cheeks flare red at the sight of the mysterious girl's cute face. As she brought her hand up to touch the girl's cheek, she was surprised as the costume began to disappear which left behind the girl in normal civilian clothes. Before she could look closer, a small red creature appeared over the girl and looked at Raven who looked back in shock.

"Please...help...Mari...nette," the creature requested of her as it collapsed onto the newly named Marinette's stomach. Raven looked at her one more time before sighing and turning around to head back to the tower. She would take the girl to her room and watch over her there. If something was up with this girl, then she could handle it, and the others would be none the wiser...

Is what Raven had wanted, but when the girl woke up the next morning, Raven quickly found herself enamored with the girl's kind, shy personality. Apparently, she was the lead superhero back in her own dimension where her and other superheroes fought against a villain with the power to turn normal civilians into his superpowered henchmen. After defeating him, she sacrificed herself to save the city from blowing up with her. That was...incredibly selfless of the girl.

It didn't make sense as to why she appeared here though. Maybe it had something to do with the conflicting magic forces, the magic that was part of Marinette's powers, and the magic of the villain's? When Marinette realized that she was trapped in this new dimension and was unable to return to her family and friends, she had broken down crying in Raven's room which had made the half demon girl quite uncomfortable. She was not good with comforting people.

Since the other Titans were unaware of the girl's presence in the Tower though, she was the only one who could help the girl. Raven had walked over to her and sat down by her side, she had hesitantly brought her hand up to the girl's shoulder to rub it in a comforting gesture, but she was caught offguard as Marinette practically collapsed into her lap and clung onto her like she was the only thing keeping her alive. She looked down at the French girl in surprise before awkwardly wrapping her arms around Marinette and hugging her close.

After the first few nights, Raven had helped the girl calm down about everything that happened and gotten to know her better. When the first week ended, she finally brought Marinette out of her bedroom and introduced the girl to the rest of the Titans. Their reactions were quite predictable. Beast Boy was shocked at her presence in the tower, but he quickly tried to show off to her, Cyborg and Robin were both confused as to how Raven kept her a secret for so long and her sudden presence, but still accepted her into the tower, and Starfire proclaimed herself as Marinette's new best friend which the girl was fine with.

Since there wasn't a free room, Raven allowed Marinette to bunk with her (besides Marinette was used to her the most so it had made sense even though Raven did ask Marinette to respect some of her more...unique items). And after Tikki rested completely, Marinette decided to show off her skill as Ladybug to the rest of the team and joined them as a new Titan.

Over the next few months, Marinette bonded with all the Titans and, while she did miss her old life, she began to grow accustomed to her new life with her new family. She considered Starfire, the sister that she never had, Beast Boy, the younger brother she never had (Since he liked acting childish most of the time), Cyborg was the protective older brother, and Robin was the male best friend who looked out for everyone. Raven on the otherhand...

Marinette's cheek turned red at the thought of Raven. She didn't know what it was about Raven, but she couldn't help her attraction to the magic user. While the girl was quiet, she was also very caring and compassionate. She was a little emo-ish at times, but Marinette knew it had something to do with her heritage as well as the fact that she wasn't good with demonstrating her emotions. And the fact that they shared a room and had long talks pretty much every night didn't help Marinette not gain feelings for her.

Raven felt the same as Marinette. Her new team member was so kind and caring, she gave Starfire a run for her money. She was always willing to help everyone out even though she still didn't know them that well. And whenever Raven accidentally let her temper flare around Marinette, the girl was very understanding and never held it against her. Plus, she made her the comfiest set of pajamas that Raven has ever had...And that smile of her's...

Feeling a large blush on her face, Raven buried her face deeper in her book. Marinette was sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. She had been designing a hoodie for Starfire only for Raven to invade her thoughts, not literally. The designing had quickly changed to her drawing a picture of Raven.

Blushing brightly as she realized what she was doing, Marinette peeked over her shoulder at Raven and began to think. Waiting too long and being too shy kept her from being able to confess to Adrien. If she didn't act quickly, she might lose Raven to someone as well. And while Marinette knew she wasn't in love with the magic girl, she did know that she had a huge crush on her.

Looking back at Raven, she nodded her head as she quickly made up her mind. Standing up, she turned around and began walking over to Raven. Raven, who had been reading her book, picked up on Marinette's uncertainty and raging emotions. This caused her to look up at her new friend with concern. Seeing Raven looking at her caused Marinette to pause and look at Raven with a flushed face.

'Maybe...this is a bad idea?...No! This is what happened back when you were trying to confess to Adrien, not this time,' Marinette thought to herself as she lightly slapped her cheeks and kept walking to Raven.

Seeing as Marinette wasn't saying anything, Raven was about to question her only for Marinette to suddenly jump on Raven's lap and kiss her with a red face. Raven's eyes shot open wide as her arms shot up in shock. Looking down at Marinette's face, she saw that the girl's cheeks were burning nearly as red as Star's hair and her eyes were closed. Feeling her emotions again, Raven picked up on...feelings of love or adoration? and fear?

Realization began to overcome the quietest Titan as she looked at Marinette's face one more time. Gently closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around Marinette and returned the kiss which made Marinette hug her tighter.

After another minute of kissing, the two separated and the girls faced away from each other shyly. "...Sorry...I didn't mean to suddenly kiss you..." Marinette shyly told Raven whose face turned redder.

"...It...It's cool," Raven told her which made Marinette giggle slightly by how thrown off Raven sounded.

Glancing back at Raven, Marinette gave her a small smile and nodded her head. "Raven...I...I really like you. I know we've only known each other for a few months now, but I've grown a crush on you within that time...Would you...go out with me?" Marinette asked Raven who looked at her in shock before looking away for a second.

"...I...I've never been in a relationship before...Please don't be offended if I do something wrong..." Raven told Marinette as she brought her hands up to Marinette's waist and pulled her closer. Marinette smiled lightly as she wrapped her arms around Raven's neck and leaned closer to her. Raven smiled back at Marinette before leaning forward and kissing her.

In the background, Tikki sat on a shelf and smiled at the sight of Marinette finally finding love with someone that she didn't have trouble admitting it to. Hopefully, the future of these two girls will be very bright. She wants to be a godmother after all!

#miraculous ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Raven #Ravenette #Tikki #Crossover #Oneshot #Pairing #The first in the series #Get ready for more!

[lovehotelreservation]

jealousy anon here to resubmit!! along with gray saber kamui and conrad can i ask you to do jealous lukas forsyth and python too?? ALSO DONT STRESS CHELL YOURE DOING GREAT WITH YOUR HEADCANONS!!

AHH BLESS YOU DARLING ANON!!! ; u ; You are so kind and ilu!!!

As mentioned in my initial post, I shall add Berkut here as well~

ALSO I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE HECK THIS TURNED INTO BASICALLY 8 MINI ONE-SHOTS BUT ALAS I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

Wondering what he must have done to have Lady Luck frown so deeply upon him, Gray would only be seeing green as he watches you and Alm train–and no, he is not referring to the color of his childhood friend’s hair. Priding himself on his swordsmanship–which he feels could rival with, or even surpass the aforementioned leader of the Deliverance by a few notches–he would feel a deep, burning jealousy over you not only spending time with Alm, but looking so awed by the technique that he demonstrates to you. 

Before he knows it, he’s storming off to the designated training grounds at camp, dragging Tobin and/or Kliff along, thinking it would be better to work out his frustration this way–certainly better than approaching you or Alm and saying/doing something out of stupid impulse. Besides, if anything, seeing you and Alm train would offer plenty of encouragement for him to hone his swordsmanship. Though, if Tobin and/or Kliff are there, he would find a peace of mind once either of the two inevitably confront him over his sour mood, which would most likely occur after a particularly aggressive training session.

When he’s completely alone and exhausted from spending nearly the entire day giving it his all, his body would stiffen when he hears the curious tone of your voice calling out to him. Immediately, he would straighten out his posture, puffing out his chest while sporting a cocky grin as he waves you over. “Hey babe! How’s it goin’? You should’ve been here earlier ‘cause you missed some a-ma-zing sword handling–hell even Alm couldn’t have pulled some of these tricks off” However, when he sees your apologetic expression, matched by the way you would say “I heard you were upset.”

Expect immediate denial, an overcompensated jovial smugness that attempts to ease your worries and cover his wounded pride. However, considering how much he insists that you come to him whenever you’re feeling down and to be as open as possible, he definitely didn’t want to be a hypocrite. Letting out a sigh as his shoulders slump down, he would look at you with a sheepish grin as he remarks, “…Well, not that you mention it…”

Upon coming clean, he would confess, “–so just looking at Alm, seeing how happy you looked being with him, I just thought ‘Well, what more can this guy have? I mean, isn’t hero of Zofia enough?’ But I know that ain’t the way to look at things, especially when it comes to you.” Letting out a bittersweet chuckle, he would joke, “Maybe I should’ve worked on my attitude instead of my swordsmanship. I’m sorry, babe. You’re way too good to me and Alm’s my friend, not my enemy.” His arms parting open for an embrace, he would look at you with a genuinely apologetic eye as he asks, “Can ya’ forgive this handsome fool of yours?”

For Saber, the tavern is a sanctuary in which he may seek comforting pleasure in the form of a frothy mug of ale. On this day, however, he only found a pestering jealousy that gnawed at him throughout the night. Gulping down drink after drink, he cast a wary eye towards where Jesse had led you off to strike up conversation, flirting with you heavily while not-so-subtly hinting at joining him in his room later tonight. As it stands between both you and him, your relationship was still up in the air–remaining on the more casual and physical side–and he knew it wouldn’t be right to put some sort of claim on you. However, the more he sees what looks to be you falling susceptible to Jessie’s charming advances, the more he simply cannot stand, which prompts the following to occur.

As Jesse was about to go on about the dexterity of his fingers, he would be interrupted by an amused Saber pressing a firm hand upon his shoulder. “What’s this now about dexterity? This before or after you fumbled and dropped your sword while we were fending off those damn Terrors yesterday?” While Jesse would huff and immediately try to fluff up the truth, you would notice Saber lingering close by your side, a dominative air exuding off of him.

Eventually, it comes down to Saber and Jesse agreeing to settle things in a friendly yet competitive spar. Considering that the latter would have been waiting on his sword to have been forged into a much more fortified weapon, he would have left you and Saber alone, but not before winking at you with the flirtatious remark of “Your handsome rogue will show you what he’s made of, sweetness~”

“Thought he’d never leave,” Saber would mumble under his breath, shaking his head with slight exasperation. At your amused quip of him looking quite pleased, he would only smirk in return, his eye half-lidded while he looks your way. “What can I say? I may be too old to tolerate a lot of bullshit that youths get up to, but what won’t change is once I have my sights on something, I don’t let go so easily–money be damned.” Seeing your astonished expression, he would chuckle, bringing a hand to cup your chin as he would then purr, “And you can damn well bet that I’d fight any man who would even consider having you.”

Leon may have eyes only for Valbar, but nothing else ever goes unseen by him, especially with how watchful his vision is. For instance, on this particular afternoon at camp, he could tell that Kamui was feeling some sort of way, if only because the sellsword’s eyes were open wide. As opposed to being shut, his eyes were practically bulging by how he was boring holes into the back of Atlas’s head. The behemoth of a villager was currently standing behind you, his hands secure over yours while he taught you the proper way to chop wood–oh, and wielding an axe correctly, should a dire situation call for it

Noting the tense, rigidness of Kamui’s form, an amused grin would slide onto Leon’s features–it was clear that he was seeing green, considering he had a not so hidden crush on you. Though, knowing his friend’s laidback, almost non-confrontational–until money was involved of course–personality, Leon knew that Kamui would just be wallowing in his own frustration and not doing anything about this situation. Which, in that case, would make for an utterly boring spectacle. Chuckling to himself, Leon would proceed to fetch a feather and paper in hopes of spicing things up.

As for you, your arms would be feeling weary from repeated use of the ax. However, you can’t help but smile over Atlas looking so happy as he picked up and marveled over every chopped log of wood you cut together, just before he carried them away to bring to Mae and Boey, with the two wanting to practice their fire magic. Though, whatever sense of ease you felt would quickly turn to alarm by Leon’s cry of “Look out!”. You would barely fathom the arrow that whizzes right for you, especially by how quickly you hear the panicked grunt of your name before you’re suddenly pushed to the ground, warmth enveloping around you protectively as you’re drawn close to Kamui’s chest.

You would feel heat rush to your own face as you feel his hand rest upon your back, his voice worried and his eyes gazing down at you with concern. “H-Hey, you good? You’re not hurt, right?” Though you assure that you’re well, he wouldn’t feel inclined to let you go just yet, holding onto you for a few more minutes before he lets go to help you up, all the while he chews out a sheepish looking Leon. As this occurs, however, your eyes are drawn to the nearby pile of chopped wood, with one of the blocks sporting the arrow that had been lodged into it. Though, most curiously of all is the note that seems to be attached to the arrowhead.

While Kamui was ready to go approach Leon and scold him upfront, he is stopped by sound of your voice. “Yeah? What’s up?” he would query while spinning around to face you, only to pale when he sees you holding up a note that contains the message of “Kamui looks to be down~ Maybe you could do something about it? I think you’re the only one who can cheer him up!” that is written in Leon’s stylistic cursive handwriting. Hearing the archer practically cackle with glee from afar, he would feel his face grow hot and red from embarrassment. Though he would feel anger towards Leon, he would find it impossible to do with you standing right in front of him. Thus, it would be his turn to express sheepishness while he scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah…about that…”

Save for his family and befriending Valbar and Leon, this is the first time in a while since he has felt some form of romantic attachment, he would confess after leading you to a more secluded area in camp.  As for his jealousy–not just between you and the cheerful tenderness of Atlas, but with the flirtatious mannerisms of Jesse, the rouge charm of Saber, the elegant sweetness of Conrad–he would mention how he felt inadequate by comparison. “Being a nomad ‘nd everything, I’ve gotten used to just moving around aimlessly. But then you came around, and suddenly…” Slowly, his eyes would peer right into yours, his gaze shy yet affectionate. “…all I wanna do is just stay wherever you are, even if–hell, especially if it’s just the two of us.”

Saber may have an eye patch, but Conrad dons a mask fitting for a gallant knight, especially the one who is fully and utterly devoted to you as your lover. Still, he cannot help but feel antsy whenever he sees you eagerly listen in one Saber’s countless tales from his mercenary days right by the fire set up for tonight’s camp, of which are peppered in with excessive profanities and the casually uttered yet filthy recollections of previous one night stands. Your boyfriend would be aghast how you could stand to listen in on every sordid detail, let alone look entertained by it all. Alas, he would begin to compare himself to the likes of Saber, wondering if cool ruggedness exuded by the mercenary is somehow more appealing than the valor and heroism showcased by the one knight you could always rely on.

However, as self-conscious as he become, he wouldn’t allow himself to wallow in pity. Instead, he would spring to action–literally, by the way he hurries over to where you and Saber are, right as the latter was stroking his chin fondly while recounting a wild night at a Mila. You would feel alarmed at first when he announces that he must speak with you, urgently. Considering that he would be wearing his mask as he does this, you assume that something serious is at hand and are quick to follow him–but not before bidding Saber farewell, who only waves with an all too-knowing grin on his face as he sees Conrad immediately reach for your hand with a firm grip.

Your lover would lead you to the furthest part of camp–or even beyond to a nearby forest clearing/flower garden. Your questions about what was so urgent would be met with responses that–while vague–are spoken with assurance, even if you could catch glimpse of his face reddening, with a blushing, flustered face being his tell-tale sign for whenever he was fibbing. At last, once the two of you are completely alone, he reveals what he was in such dire need of your attention: his hands cupping your cheeks so he may eagerly capture your lips with his.

The neediness he would express is unlike the mindful delicacy he often showcased to you, if just to abide by his role as prince and night. However, when your lips part, there would be a small yet satisfied smile on his face as he hums, “My apologies, my darling. I simply couldn’t resist from stealing a kiss. It is rather scandalous for a knight of my caliber to do so, but still quite alluring, no? Especially compared to that of a mercena–! A-Ahh my mask!” The air of confidence surrounding him would immediately falter as he take off his mask, thereby exposing the deep scarlet hue that has swept over his face. Unable to hide his expression or his insecurities regarding this matter, he would come clean about and apologize for his jealousy, all the while his arms wrap tightly around you in a needy cling.

Upon your forgiveness, he would be overjoyed and relieved. Though, should you decide to keep his mask for yourself, he would do his utmost best to remain dignified as he requests it back while refraining from letting out childish whines. Admittedly, this does give you the upper hand for when the two of you prepare to turn in for bed tonight~

Composure. Composure. Composure. While Lukas often lamented over being seen as calm and collected to the fault of seeming cold, seeing his older half-brother attempt to court you would be the one time he would be in desperation to gain hold of his bearings–especially knowing that his brother is only doing so to show him up while trying to seize some of his post-war glory. The thought of companionship never seemed to be of crucial importance to him, especially before heading to war. But that all changed when his association with the Deliverance led him to you, a close friend of Clair’s. As you initially joined to ensure the safety of your dear friend and the well-being of your fellow Zofians, the passion you exude would just be so irresistible to Lukas, believing that the two of you complement one another perfectly.

Though, the conflict between his views on romance would have caused him to refrain from speaking up on his feelings. Until Forsyth, Clive, and Clair catch wind of this and do everything in their power to match the two of you together. Even Python makes an effort to play Cupid–literally, by the way he shoots love letters forged by Clair at either you or Lukas. The interventions of your friends aside however, the two of you eventually fall for one another–feelings revealed after an exhaustive, vicious battle against a Rigelian squadron with you and him desperately seeking out one another in hopes of the other’s survival, culminated in a needy relieved kiss.

Thus is Lukas’s tight shoulders and strained smile upon bringing you to meet his family, both out of his own desire and out of formality between nobles that were to wed. While thankful that the callousness of his brother brought him to the Deliverance–and therefore, you–he simply would not stand for the shameless pursuit of his older sibling. Watching his brother ask to “hold and inspect the hands of a gorgeous war hero”, insist on giving you a personal tour around town alone, boast how he could spoil you far more than his ‘ruffian of a younger brother’ could ever do and more are what picks apart at this patience piece by piece.

It isn’t until his brother–having grown tired of you skirting around and denying his pursuit of you–becomes so so bod propose to see the finer points of your physique up close over tea is what pushes him far past his limit, especially when he sees your appalled expression. Standing abruptly from his seat, his voice would be eerily calm yet sharp, his tone lower than usual as he rebukes, “I do believe that is no way to speak to someone who risked everything just to protect you, brother–nor will I–the true betrothed–sit idly by and watch you disgrace my fiance, regardless of your seniority over me.” Turning to you, he would offer his hand and a gentle gaze as he smiles sweetly. “Come, darling. I have a far more enjoyable way to spend this afternoon.” Ignoring the hissy outburst that would surely come about from his brother, he would lead you out the room.

Dinner would prove to be quite interesting, as no one in his household–whether family, friend, or servant–would not have seen either of you for the rest of the day, up until when the both of you show up. What would be notable is how…unstable you appear to be as you walk to the table, with a calm and tranquil Lukas happily guiding you to your seat, not to mention how attentive you seem to be with making sure your hair obscures your neck as best as you can~

As opposed to the serious, no nonsense mentality shared by the veteran members of the Deliverance, Python continued to carry himself in a more laidback yet approachable manner–something that you made you drawn closer to him. While this did earn the ire of his fellow soldiers–especially Forsyth–it at least helped the new and younger recruits to feel more at ease while they gave it their all to protect Zofia from Rigel. Still, even his apathy knows limit.

This especially holds true when–after a rigorous battle–he was attempting to mend some strain in his side with a few firm pats of his fist. Though you were a healer, he couldn’t resist the grin tugging on his lips at the thought of some ‘special’ treatments you could administer beyond just magic. However, as he made his way over to the medical tent at camp, his smile faltered and his eyebrow raised over you fussing over the injuries of Gray and Tobin. While his eyes tend to be half-lidded out of laziness, his perception as an archer cannot be fooled. By the way Gray is dramatically lamenting over the excruciating pain on his chest and thighs while Tobin is…trying to do the same, he can tell that the two are hamming it up for your attention, for your touch. A touch that–as an annoyed look etches on his face–is meant for him.

Knowing you, you wouldn’t doubt the both of them, especially since you doted on them as the young new recruits. And they–seeing you as a pretty nurse to receive tenderness that both craved–were eager to make the most of receiving your attention. While flattering on your end, he supposed to himself, it needed to be made clear that your healing touch was not to be taken advantage of. By them at least.

Thus is why Tobin and Gray’s wanton call for your touch immediately stifled upon Python slinking up behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder while his arm wrapped around you protectively. Eyeing the two with a knowing glare, his gaze only became amused once it shifted over to you. “Hey nurse, once you’re done with the kids, mind patching me up– Ahh shit…!” With a wince, he would immediately release his hold on you to instead clutch his side. Seeing your alarmed expression, he would resist from looking smug as you quickly give him your full attention–but not before giving Tobin and Gray one last look over until you sent them off.

Once the two were gone, he would waste no time to shrug off his armor and shirt, all the while eyeing at you mischievously as he would drawl huskily, “Finally. Now then–how’s about you come kiss me better, darlin’? I got some wounds that only those pretty lips of yours can heal.”

There appears to be a disturbance in the Forsyth. Particularly when he overhears you offering praise to the new Deliverance recruits from Ram Village as you help them train. At first, his heart is touched while he sees you–the love of his life–dote on Kliff, Gray, and Tobin, in the sense of watching these youths adapt to being part of the army and, perhaps, seeing you do the same to the family you would build together. However, that tender feeling is extinguished when he sees a smirking Gray exclaim “Hey, watch what I can do…!” before cleaving a target dummy in one swift and smooth motion, followed by your genuinely awed expression and surprised “Wow Gray, I’ve never seen anything like that before!”

That impressed look on your face. Immediately, Forsyth would immediately try to recall all the times when you made that expression for something he did, especially when it came to fighting. While many memories come to mind, they don’t have the same impact of your bewilderment just now, which in turn puts him on edge, his fingers twitching for his lance to earn that same awe from you as well. Glancing back at the four of you, he would only become even more anxious when Kliff and Tobin–seemingly riled up from Gray’s showboating–appear to try and impress you as well with their own fighting capabilities.

Despaired at the thought of him even possibly being seen as inadequate in your eyes, he would spring into action, literally by the way his voice–far too loud and squeaky–calls out your name as he sprints onto the training grounds, lance in hand. With every single decibel of volume he could muster, he would declare, “Stand aside, boys! Let me show you the true, ultimate form of a warrior!”

What Tobin saw was some kind of pole vault maneuver. What Gray saw was the ‘How do you do, fellow recruits’ guy flying and flailing through the air. What Kliff saw was that overbearing, loud-mouthed adult tumbling to the ground. What you saw was your lover injuring himself after trying to pull off an intricate version of a maneuver known to lance users as Tempest Lance. What Forsyth saw–even as his body wracked with pain, his muscles strained and swore–was that gorgeously astonished look on your face, even if it was far more worried than he had ever seen it before~

Despite the pain experienced that afternoon, the fact that he got to spend the rest of the night in your care–both to heal his wounds and his pride–with all of your attention focused on him made his embarrassment all the more worth it~

With Fernand’s recruitment into the Rigelian army, Berkut rarely had any disputes with the former member of the Deliverance. The two shared ideals, especially when it came to respecting the rigid class system currently set in place throughout Valentia. Still, it would be inevitable that the two would clash, even if it was mainly one-sided. After all, was it not clear that you belonged to him?

Berkut was ever haughty and pompous when he introduced you to Fernand, of how only one of fine nobility could result in such an exquisite yet fearsome soldier in the Rigelian army. Fernand was immediately drawn to you, if just because you hailed from a noble family as well, among other similarities of being upper-class. Compared to Berkut, who was actual royalty, he found it easier to speak to you, especially since–up until now–he was the very enemy that Rigel was looking forward to defeating.

Fernand being drawn to you certainly did not go unnoticed by Berkut. While he knew you would dare not stray from him–albeit an empty threat that would crumble if because he would be clinging to and begging you to not leave while angry, hot tears stream down his cheeks–he still cannot help but feel threatened. Perhaps this was all merely the behavior of a spoiled prince, but since when did he let the perception of others–especially those below him in status–affect the way he carried himself? Furthermore, it did not help that you were drawn to his stories from his time spent with the Deliverance, along with insights into Zofian culture and how nobles there compared to those of Rigel.

What would be made clear to Berkut is that he needs to set a reminder, an example of who was the prince around here, of who your heart belonged to. However, this couldn’t be done passively–if by Fernand happening to catch sight of a few little red marks adorning your neck and collar bones. No, instead, it would have to be something that would forever imprint itself in his memory. 

This all eventually results in Fernand looking to invite you for a friendly chat over tea. He would enter your study, making his presence known as he steps inside, only to become utterly speechless, his voice left a stammer and his face a deep, hot shade of scarlet at what he sees transpiring upon your desk. Immediately, he is stammering out his whole-hearted apologies both to an equally flustered you and a smirking Berkut before he quickly makes his exit, shutting the door behind him. “Victory is truly sweet, no? You would agree, don’t you, my dearest?” He would hum haughtily before turning his attention back towards you, his gaze full of desire as he purrs, “Though, none could even begin to compare to the taste of your lips.” Chuckling darkly, he would proceed to indulge himself further~

#conrad (fire emblem) #gray (fire emblem) #lukas (fire emblem) #python (fire emblem) #berkut #saber (fire emblem) #kamui (fire emblem) #forsyth (fire emblem) #fire emblem echoes #support fluff #anonymous #management will return in a queue minutes

[victoriousscarf]

for the meme: Jason Todd and Slade Wilson

Jason: First impression

Okay I’m reaching back to 2008 for this but I’m pretty sure the first time I ran into Jason was Hush because I read Hush really early. I remember it being my introduction to a lot of characters (including Dick as Nightwing) which is both great because it covers like Batman’s entire rouge gallery and crew but is also awful because it covers everyone and that gets confusing fast hah.

So my introduction to him was Bruce’s overwhelming guilt and rage over his death. That’s a pretty strong impression. I also know I read Under the Red Hood fairly early and liked it enough to get the animated movie the instant it came out. But I don’t remember really LOVING Jason at that stage. Like I liked him but he wasn’t someone I was so into. I’m pretty sure the first time I ever wrote him was Find the Sun. I had Dick and Tim in the first story I ever wrote but I’m pretty sure Jason wasn’t in it.

Impression now

God I can not with this compassionate broken and angry child. He’s brash yet kind, too messed up by his own tenderness and driven to extremes by his anger. Someone hug this boy.Favorite moment

Damn I don’t know. I mean the end of Under the Red Hood when Bludhaven is nuked and he fights Bruce anyway creates this really interesting triangle between Bruce Jason and Dick and tho Dick isn’t there he’s still so much a presence of the screen, the favored son vs the one who messed up and died and Bruce’s panic while finally facing this ghost. I don’t know if I can say it’s my favorite but it fucks me up to this day. I also like him fucking with Black Mask that always gives me a kick. And I really love him first meeting Dick back as Robin (the post zero hour one, not Nightwing Year One).Idea for a storyI’m sure variations have been done but I’d love more about him dealing with the Lazarus pit and how that continues to effect him. Unpopular opinionI really don’t like new 52? Like I’m all for Jason having actual friends and there’s some good in Red Hood and the Outlaws but like that’s never where i go first. Like Roy and Kor almost always are Dicks friends first. I wish Jason had been allowed to keep growing in the pre 52 with maybe some more links to Donna and Kyle and building a life post all the things he had done instead of scrapping the slate back and making him WAY less angry or brutal. Like, I’m glad new 52 reframes his compassion but I really like his compassion held in tenuous balance with his rage. (I feel starved for truly angry characters okay that aren’t just assholes). Pre 52 had some major issues with him too but tbh I’m more in Under the Red Hood territory than Red Hood and the Outlaws. Favorite relationshipYou gonna make me say it??? Really? Okay fine I’m totally into him and Dick. And I don’t just mean I really like making them kiss: I am so fascinated by the possibilities of their relationship in canon: favored son vs second son, and how Jason’s idolization of Dick turns to rage contrasted with Dicks behavior toward Jason starting as Robin, changing to his guilt and missing Jason so much turning to complete disregard for Jason when he comes back which directly contradicts Dicks entire reaction the whole time Jason was dead. Dreaming about him, getting into fights with Bruce, and perhaps most importantly beating the Joker to death with a crowbar when he mocks him about not remembering Jason’s name. (Sure it got fixed almost instantly but like mocking Jason’s death drove Dick, guilt complex almost fell apart when he let someone else kill Blockbuster Dick, to actually /kill the Joker/ which makes him the only member of the batfam who actually avenged his murder at any point??? Does Jason even /know/?) Add on legacy issues (when Dick disappears for a year Jason takes up the Nightwing suit too) and like yeah I’m fucking here man. I mean I love Bruce and Jason and the pain between them, and Jason and Tim starting with rage and moving to actually being friends but like the miasma of whatever the fuck is between Dick and Jason keeps dragging me back. (Come home brother is the only page I want to keep from Battle for the Cowl)

Favorite headcanon

Jason is acting president of all Robin’s have a crush on Dick Grayson club. They’re still trying to figure out where Duke lands but Steph is a member, tho she got the least of it since her stint as Robin covered Dicks mental breakdown era.

Slade:First impression

Damn I don’t remember. I’m fairly certain I ran into him in the teen Titans before anywhere else and he’s always interested me but I can’t quite remember which issue I found him in first. I know I spent a lot of time tracking down Judas Contract since it was out of print at the time and I have like a really early printing tpb from the 80s as a result. And even more time finding the issue where he just strolls into Dicks apartment to tell him he’s in Bludhaven because that issue never was collected in trade, so I was checking every comic store I could find and their back issues.

Impression now

I’m really disappointed he’s become more of a generic villain in a lot of DCs media. Like I loved him under Wolfram, when he was a Merc with an honor code and snarky outlook who was as likely to tutor the Titans as attack them. He almost became an ally a few times. And like I haven’t dug into his post new 52 comics that much but he just seems so bland and like oh ho ho he’s such a badass and that’s all that matters!!! So like I’m still attached to the character I just haven’t paid much attention to his recent canon.

Favorite moment

Hmmm… I mean I really like the time he allies with the Titans and the old squad was just side eying him the whole time while the newcomers where sorta more like eh? Is he so bad? And then Dick rode a goddamn nuke because why not.

But honestly it’s probably him and Dick standing outside the abondoned Titans tower, fighting over their guilt over Joeys death. It’s showcases both of their emotional pain, Dicks temper, and Slade’s strange capacity for compassion.

Idea for a story

Can I have another 80 stories set in Flashpoint with him as a pirate???

Honestly I’d be really here for an actual nuanced story exploring his relationship with his kids. Too often it gets reduced to hate or them being too much like their father and that’s not what I want.

Or! Considering I have no idea what the fuck is happening with DC right now but I just read that Superman and Lois from pre and post new 52 just got combined and have memories from both universes combined Slade dealing with his kids and Dick and sure throw Ollie in here too. The fact he’s both not met Grayson and has spend years intimately knowing Dick and the workings of his mind would be a trip and could be fun, plus his more complicated relationship with Joey and Rose pre new 52. Also Ollie would have a shit of a time figuring out his two lives (as he’s a set of characters that changed by far the most with the new 52) and why not throw Slade at him again too for old times sake? (Hey asshole remember when I crashed your wedding? I’m not even–actually yeah yeah I do you ASSHOLE)

Unpopular opinion

I have no idea??? I honestly don’t know what’s popular and what isn’t with him. So far no one’s bitched at me with anything to do with Slade.

Favorite relationship

While I’m totally here for the respectful turned to hateful rivalry between Slade and Dick (and honestly that’s another relationship that’s been stripped from Dick that drives me MAD) my favorite is actually Slade’s relationship with his kids. He’s distant, moves on a scale as simply a neglectful and not great dad to full on abusive and using his kids for his own ends (like for sure sticking kryptonite in Roses eye is a great idea!!!! But that was also at the height of Slade loosing his morals and mind). But as much as he wasn’t there for Grant, it was Grant’s foolish death and Slade’s pride that sent him on a collision course with the Titans. His guilt over Joey, first with his muteness and later for killing his own son, the fact that as terrible as he was to Rose he wants the person he respects possibly the most (Dick) to take care of his kids, especially her. The fact that when he looks at Rose the emotion the black lanterns see is love. The fact his entire plot in Flashpoint was his quest to save his daughter as the world goes pear shaped into apocalypse. Slade loves his kids he’s just a terrible fucking father and I love it.

Favorite headcanon

He still respects Dick despite everything they’ve done to each other.

#this is a dcu town #VS does a meme #just think guys if you ask me questions you get rambling answers like this