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fakeloveaskblog · 3 years

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Patty have you ever asked Janus to join for dinner when you meet him? Maybe that can somehow help Logan with his flirting? Or at least get Janus more relaxed?

(btw you're adorable ily!!)

(*cracks knuckles* Oh yeah baby we’ve gotten to the angst. Words: 2364 )

Patty: ": D Oh hello lil magical bird who just talked to me! I love you too!! I didn't want to barge in too much into their relationship but now when my honeypie has asked him out once already I guess I can help just a bit!"

Patty had sunglasses on to look like a secret agent. This was an important step in her plan, she swore on it. She sneaked into the open library while chuckling to herself.

She glanced around and almost immediately caught her eye on Janus standing in the reception. She did a few sneaky walks between the bookshelves before sliding up to him.

"Hello Janister!" She greeted with a bright smile while putting her elbows on the reception to lean closer.

"Hiya PatPat. Logan is off helping a customer but he'll be back soon"

"Oh silly I'm not looking for him right now. I am actually here to ask if you could come over to our place tonight. You see I'm planning on making Jambalaya but I always make too much! I'm talking leftovers up to the roof!! But if a third person was there maybe I would be able to make a perfect amount" She lied. She was making jambalaya for Janus purposes alone!

Janus' heartrate shot through the atmosphere "To- me?- your place?- tonight?- I uh- I don't know if I have time-"

She pouted and did her puppy eyes "You sure? You don't have to if you don't want to!! But it would be nice!"

He let out a happy sigh "Sure"

She took his hand and let out a sqeaul "aaah Great! It'll be so fun!!"

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Logan was leaning down so Patty could help him with his bowtie. "Are you completely sure I look adequate?" He asked.

"Oh honeybee, You look super duper ultra adequate. You're literally wearing a sweater with a math pun on it!!"

"Hmm sound argument. I can not deny the sexiness of math puns"

A knock came on the door. The couple stared at each other. Logan stimmed out of nervousness. Patty gave him a quick kiss before pointing between him and the door. They did a good luck high five.

Logan combed his hair back and leaned on the wall to look cool as he opened the door. Janus stood on the other side looking like a sardine that had just been pressed into a can.

He had on a purple vest with embroidered flowers details and with a long sleeved black button up under. Also a very funky pair of stripped pants with even funkier yellow snake socks under.

"Greetings Jan. You are looking" Like a dream. Like someone he wanted to kiss right this moment. "Very good"

"Aww are you trying to be a snake charmer Log-boy" Janus replied with a smirk.

"I am not a log or a boy. I'm an adult man made out of meat"

"You better be because I'm starving" He had downed 2 shots of vodka before coming to try to and cool his extreme anxiety. He was a lightweight.

Logan lead him into the living room "Are....Are you implying cannibalism?"

Janus shrugged while smiling.

The apartement truly did look like a mismatch of the couple's personalities. The walls were filled with maps of constellations and uplifting cat posters. On the bookshelfs cook books and travel books were stacked next to thick philosophy books and essays. The decorations were either cute porcelain animals, magical anime girl figurines or figurines of characters from Lo's different hyperfixations. The sofa was filled with fluffy blankets and pillows and stuffies were scattered around the light blue carpet filling the living room.

“Do you want to watch star trek while eating?” Logan asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“As long as I get to watch your beautiful face as well” Janus flirted back while doing an unsteady fingergun.

“Oh- Of course” His crush’s sudden forwardness was making his heart flutter.

Janus curled up in the corner of the couch, making himself as small as possible. Logan sat down pretty far away from him.

He started the first episode. Janus had a constant smile on his face as he listened to Logan go between telling him facts and gushing over his favorite moments. All while he could hear Patty in the kitchen half singing along to dad rock.

“Does she want help with that?” Janus, known gentleman and also nervous wreck, asked.

“She’ll tell us if she need it. She likes cooking. I like baking. It usually works out”

Janus got an amused look on his face “You’re into baking? So all those times at work when you brought desserts, that was your making?”

“Yes. And they were delicious. Anything wrong with that?”

“No. No. I simply didn’t take you for the type”

“Well cooking involves creativity and there’s room for your own ideas. Baking doesn’t. It is only about following a structure and doing kitchen chemistry. Of course I love it” He lowered his voice “It is also tremendously good for when you need to flirt without words”

“Oh really? I better start looking up recipes then” He pulled in Logan's bowtie “You have any favorites?”

In his head he had the guts to say ‘Your lips against mine would be my favorite’ in reality he said “HehuHFKdjf jam drops in the shape of heart. The heart part is important. It adds to the taste”

“It usually does”

Janus slowly looked him up and down. And then he realized what the fuck he was doing. He shot back into his corner of the sofa like a naked rat. Logan sat still with blushing cheeks, staring at the tv but not taking in anything that was happening except his racing heart.

“Done!” Patty exclaimed, coming in with a big ass fucking pot of jambalaya and a just as big bottle of wine.

She saw the nervous state both of the guys were in and quickly made up a plan. She slammed the pot down onto the coffee table and moved the blankets so they took up about half of the couch. Then she sat down using up as much space as possible leaving the guys no choice but to move closer to each other, If both of them sat their hands down they would touch.

Patty cuddled up to her husband with a proud smile on her face. Logan moved his arm around her.

“It looks great sweetheart” He pressed a kiss to her cheek making her giggle.

“So do you!! And so does mr. star trek captain man!”

She enjoyed the hell out of her jambalaya while the two idiots sent each other awkward smiles. Janus downed his glass of wine in record speed. (He took it slower with the food, he didn’t want to seem disgusting).

The whole star trek episode went by. Logan asked Janus a thousand excited questions about how much he liked it. All of his answers made the nerd happy stim. They put on a documentary none of them were really interested in the background while continuing to chat. Patty went on a long epic story about how a kid at her daycare had tried to bite her finger off last week.

“Soooo” Patty sudenly changed the topic. She said it with an innocent tone “My nerdy lil honeypie over here had the biggest crush on Data for a while. It was adorable. ANd while we’re on the topic” The look she gave Janus was happy but it still sent shivers down his spine “You having any crushes lately? Just curious!”

Both of the men internally gasped at the audacity. The gall! The sheer power!! Janus was sweating like a naked rat who had just been clad for the first time.

“...Well.......I have actually been meaning to....Ask about the polyamourous thing?”

The couple exhanged knowing glances before looking back at him “Mhm yeah Mhm” “I am poly and also a thing so I am an expert in this”

“So...I totally haven’t fallen in love with 3 people. 2 of which I met in the span of around a week”

Patton did a double thumbs up. Logan took a long sip from his wine. “We’re all gossipy bitches here. Tell all about it”

“Well. The first one is Remy-”

“The one with the sunglasses?”

“...Yes...Are....Don’t tell me they’re a serial killer”

Patty broke up into a chuckle “Logie-bogie tried to kiss them while he was drunk once”

“I threw up on their shoes”

“He threw up on their shoes!”

Logan saw the terror in Janus’ face as he worried that maybe 2 of his crushes were exes and quickly added “We are only acquaintance and I was momentarily struck by the impressive lenght of their legs”

Janus went on to gush about Remy and Remus. Why he loved them. All the dates he had daydreamed about. And then finally his voice was shaking when he mentioned just having a third crush.

Patty let out a long yawn before he could say anything more. She stood up “Well looks like it’s time to snooze! I assume 2 big burly ultra masculine men like you two can handle the dishes”

“It will be a challenge but we shall do our best. Goodnight honey” Logan kissed her.

She leaned in and whispered “Good luck Logie-bear! You got this”

She giggled mischievously while going off into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her. Only the two lovebirds were left now.

“So the third crush? Who’s the lucky gentleman?” Logan asked.

Janus held onto his newly refilled wine glass so hard it nearly cracked. He forced a smile “Wouldn’t you want to hear about the fake couples counseling I go to together with Remus instead?”

“Fake what now?”

“Well me and Remus, who I am hopelessly in love with even though he clearly doesn’t feel the same way, started going to a therapist pretending we were a couple to see how long it would take before he realized we didn’t know each other. He hasn’t realized anything yet. It’s great!”

It looked like Logan’s eyes was about to bulge out of his skull “That sounds illegal. It should be. You are dragging shame onto the face of psychology you double dumbass!”

“I have done nothing wrong ever in my entire life and frankly I deserve to waste even more therapist’s time” Janus replied.

He let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose “Which therapist is it that you’re harassing exactly?”

“Dr. Picani”

Logan’s eyes widened and he shut his lips tightly “Emile Picani?”

“Yes.....Please don’t tell me he’s a serial killer”

He slowly looked away while taking a sip from his wine “I have had intercourse with that man”

Janus choked on his drink. He coughed while staring at his friend with wild eyes “YOU FUCKED MY THERAPIST????”

“No.......He fucked me” Logan replied in a quiet tone. “Besides he’s not even your real therapist”

“He is still a sort of therapist man to me! I told him I enjoy Lana Del Rey. That was a very intimate moment for me!”

“Well I had a very intimate moment with him too”

Janus looked at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. He let out a chuckle which turned into a laugh which turned into Logan not being able to not laugh along which turned into the room filling with nothing but flustered happiness and laughter.

Logan grabbed onto his crush’ arm just to have some contact with him while his eyes teared up from laughter. Janus leaned his head against his shoulder and curled up close to him while giggling so much his stomach hurt.

“Oh we’re idiots” Janus sighed.

“We are. We truly are”

They stayed sitting like that. So so close. Logan’s arm around him. Janus breathing being felt against the other man’s skin. Their hands touching. Only comfortable silence surrounded them.

A few minutes went by. Janus looked at him shuly. His thoughts worrying about everything and anything “Should we- ehm- the dishes?”

The moment broke. Logan moved away before standing up “I uh yeah- we should”

It was strange. Just dishing together with his crush made Logan happy. All he could think about was getting to be this close, this domestic, with him every day. Getting to wake up next to him. Kiss his knuckles. Share a morning with him.

“Who was the third crush by the way?” Logan asked, glancing over at his crush.

Janus stared down into the water “I- I can’t say it”

“Understandable”

He stopped and turned fully to look at Janus. He had never been more unsure of where to put his hands before.

“Well I can...Say it I mean....I....I...Janus.....You make me happy just by being near me...You are so wonderful...I....I love you”

Logan couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He took a step forward and cupped Janus’ cheeks. He leaned forward, so close, so close that their noses and foreheads were pressed against each other. It felt like had been starving for this.

Janus froze. His wide eyes stared in shock at the other man. His hand moved up to his chest on instinct, to try and push him away.

Logan noticed his reaction. Of course he did. It was blindingly obvious. He forced himself to move away. He forced the desire to kiss him to simmer out.

“I-I’m sorry-” He mumbled out.

“No....Lo..” Janus took his hand. Holding it so so lightly in his own “I know” He looked up at him “I know. I’m sorry. I should go”

A horrible feeling of guilt filled Logan’s throat “You don’t have to”

“I should go” He repeated, letting go of his hand.

Logan walked after him as he went to get his jacket “A date. Do you want to go on a date? Not just a hangout. Janus I- I want so badly to be close to you. We could go to the zoo, look at the snakes?”

Janus held his hand on the handle of the door. He didn’t look at Logan “Thanks for having me over”

He left. Logan stood alone in the hallway. His arms hanging helplessly at his sides.

#(:#loceit #mini fic #logicality #logan sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides #patton sanders

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coreastories · 4 years

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Romance and Rowing: The 2020 Rowing Competition for The Children’s Cancer Fund

The 2020 Children’s Cancer Fund Rowing Cup went off with a bang (literally and pun intended) on this crisp autumn morning.

The annual fundraising benefits all Corea’s children and adolescent cancer patients

This year, over 5 billion won was raised

A record-breaking number of 29 businesses and organizations participated, recruiting celebrity and university crew teams

The Naval Academy was in the competition again, with the king and his crew mates as usual

Some celebrities-- like a certain Corean Laureate--sponsored a team or two but didn’t row themselves

Yes, Gong Shin sponsored The Corean Christian Academy (CCA), Brent International Prep, and the Corean Science High Schools Athletic Association (CSHSAA) Crew

Did I mention that registration of each boat is at 10 million won?

So Gong Shin spent 30 million won for his three boats alone, not to mention every team member’s registration, uniform, and training expenses

Well, Gong Shin can always be depended on for a good cause, can’t he?

It doesn’t matter at all that the queen is the patron of the Children’s Cancer Fund, not at all.

Gong Shin and his handsome profile, at one of the sponsor row boats

There was a literal ripple in the crowd when the queen was spotted arriving.

She was wearing jeans with a belt, and for all the world didn’t look like she’s 13 weeks pregnant.

But sharp-eyed ahjummas have reported to this author that the belt wasn’t at all tight and the queen’s white shirt and blazer combo both elegantly concealed and hinted at the royal baby bump we all want to see.

The ahjummas further volunteered that first pregnancies often took longer to show.

This author already knew that, and has mentioned that previously.

The queen sat near the illustrated posters of the Children’s Cancer Fund. Her Majesty had an entire section of the stands with her guests (and guards).

My team was armed with telephoto lenses, so we’re able to give you these images of the queen after she put on a baseball cap.

This author will never get tired of that gorgeous, fresh face. And what does she use on her perfect skin? Every woman in Corea wants to know!

The queen faced a bank of monitors so she can watch the race-- and the king, of course.

Speaking of His Majesty, we also put our telephoto lenses to good use to capture him.

And the rare sight of royal biceps and triceps.

It was a family day. We also met Dr Chae, Dr Lee, and their adorable son.

The winners of the 2020 Rowing Competition

Go here for our full report on the 2020 CCF Cup

The Naval Academy

Terrius Comms

Seri’s Choice

CSHSAA Crew

And the CSHSAA Crew placed fourth. That meant Gong Shin got to shake the queen’s hand when he and his team received their trophy.

We all looked at the king for his reaction, but he was simply too happy. And in all truth, he was grinning.

For some reason, this author felt like this day was very special somehow. And not just because the Naval Academy won again.

The king and queen didn’t even give us any new PDA. Just their usual lock of gazes that still makes this author uncomfortable to witness-- but I could never avert my eyes either. They just make you want to stare at them. They’re beautiful people with such a beautifully evident love for each other.

At the end of the awarding ceremony when the crowd was beginning to disperse, the king gave the queen a bouquet of forget-me-nots.

Dear reader, if you were there, you’d understand the principles behind what made me actually push my photographer’s huge telephoto lens downward when she attempted to take a photo.

It was a private moment.

The smiles Their Majesties exchanged were full of affection, and just a hint of a sweet secret between them.

These two did meet in autumn, remember?

The secret can’t be the gender of the baby yet, so perhaps that meeting was what the king commemorated with the forget-me-nots.

I continue to be thrilled and delighted to chronicle these royal lovebirds. If only I could turn into a bird--no, some sentient beetle-- so I can go about undetected and suss out that secret, hmm?

But there are some things best left to the imagination.

#CoreaNews #CoreaFiction #the king eternal monarch #the king: eternal monarch

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angstsfordays · 4 years

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For You

Summary: You finally got together with Steve, but your relationship proves to be tested when you realised that external and internal pressure comes with being Steve Roger’s girl. What you don’t realise is, Steve also feels the same way.

Pairing: Steve rogers x Enhanced!reader (Y/N), Avengers x reader (platonic)

Warnings: FLUFF. Insecure reader. Several swear words. Mean girls. Some angst rolled in between. Implied smut.

Word count: 6559

Notes: Thank you for supporting my story Stay with Me! If you haven’t check it out, be sure to do so! Are you ready for more fluff and more angst? Hope you like this story and take in its message! It’s always important to love yourself over anything else. Enjoy! 😊💗

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Your eyes opened up groggily. What time was it? Hand reaching out to the bed side table, you saw that the time read 7.11am. That was earlier than usual for you as you usually got up around 8am.

Your attention was brought back to a warm presence lying behind and then you realised you were not alone. Turning your body slightly to the side, you saw your boyfriend sleeping soundly like a baby.

How can he be so perfect? Your gaze went over his long lashes to the bridge of his nose to his pink pursed lips. His golden locks were dishevelled, mimicking a bird’s nest but he still looked beautiful. What the heck? How did you managed to be someone like him?

You recalled the events of 5 months back. Your drunken confession. Future old Steve arriving to the compound. And Steve’s mutual confession back to you. It all felt like a good dream and you wondered if you would soon wake up.

You made to sit up when you felt nature’s call. The grip on your waist tightened and you looked over to your boyfriend once more. Boyfriend. Wow, you still couldn’t believe that Steve was your boyfriend. Gently prying his hands over, you bend forward to kiss him on his temple.

Steve shuffled in bed for a moment, almost with a whine before falling back into his slumber. You made your way to the bathroom to relieve yourself and freshen up at the same time.

After you rinsed the cleanser off your face and dried your face with a towel gently, you looked back up to the mirror in front of you. You started inspecting your features in the mirror, from your eyes, nose and lips. You weren’t outstandingly beautiful, but you thought you looked alright. Admittedly, you do feel you look a little plain in comparison to the rest of the people you knew and work with.

Nat was gorgeous, Wanda was also a vision (no pun intended), Pepper was undeniably beautiful and even the rest of the agents that worked in the compound were visuals. Self-doubt started to sink in when you compared yourself to the rest of the women you knew.

You did think of putting on some makeup, but you didn’t have any plans for the day. You went on with your skincare regime and once finished, you looked back in the mirror. Damn you look pale. Maybe a tinted lip balm wouldn’t hurt.

Heading to the door, you looked back at your sleeping boyfriend on the bed. Maybe you should make some French toast for today’s breakfast. You made your way to the kitchen and started prepping for breakfast.

You were halfway done with preparing breakfast and were plating the food when you felt two arms snaking around your waist.

“Good morning.” His voice was drawled, you could hear the sleepiness in his voice and a smile formed on your face. His face buried in the space between your neck and shoulders before he started peppering you with kisses.

“Steve, let me finish making breakfast.” You tried wiggling out of his hold to stretch across the counter to get another plate.

“Why are you making so many toasts? I couldn’t possibly finish that many if I tried.” Steve leaned his chin on one side of your shoulder as he took noticed of the stack of toasts.

“You’re not the only super soldier I’m feeding. Bucky eats a lot too.” You replied nonchalantly as you went on to plate the fruits that you have previously cut up.

“Why would you make breakfast for Bucky? He’s not your boyfriend.” You shook your head while laughing at Steve’s jealous whining.

“He’s not but he’s part of the team and I’m also making breakfast for everyone.” Your answer didn’t seem to satisfy Steve as he let out another whine. “Can’t we go back to bed? Let’s have breakfast in our room, doll.”

“Since when are you so anti-social?” Steve’s face turned into a frown at your response. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to socialise. He just wanted to have you to himself. Sometimes the team could be just so….

“Wassup lovebirds! Is it just me or something smells great?” The familiar voice of Sam’s started to fill the common kitchen. You turned sideways to see the rest of the team coming into the kitchen and you were quick to serve breakfast on the table.

“You are an angel sent from Y/N.” Bucky spoke once he saw the food on the table.

“You’re the best Y/N!” Wanda gave you a one side hug before walking over to prepare the beverages.

Steve sighed as he let go of your waist as you went off to pass the cutleries around.

“Green isn’t a great colour on you.” Natasha quipped with a smirk before going around him to the refrigerator. Steve groaned internally. Of course, Natasha was quick to read what he was thinking. Was he that obvious?

“Hey Steve, I got your coffee ready.” You added two teaspoons of sugar before passing the mug to Steve. Steve was going to thank you when Bucky quickly interjected.

“Should I get the tea ready, tea buddy?” You shook your head as you told him to remain seated. You were still nearer to the kitchen after all and went to get the tea set.

Steve’s brows knitted in annoyance. He loved you and he knew the team loved you too, however, it seemed that you were always too busy with the team to spare him an extra glance. You were like a hot commodity amongst the group. It was always “Y/N, do you mind being my test subject”, “Y/N, help me prepare for my date”, “Y/N, help me pick out a gift”, “Y/N come to the mall with me” etc.

Steve was well aware that you got along with everyone in the team and you were the most approachable to come to for any help. He just wished he could have more time with you. It felt like you’re everyone’s girlfriend! Oh and Bucky, oh Bucky….

Steve loved his long-time friend with all his heart, but he couldn’t stand the way how ridiculously close you two were. Sure, he had some insecurities before about you and Bucky. However, he didn’t care to think more of it especially when he was the one you declared feelings for. A sheepish smile crept up on Steve Rogers as he remembered that night. He could still feel himself grinning at how drunk but adorable you were.

“What are you smiling at, pal?” Bucky’s voice shook Steve out of his thoughts and he could see you pouring the tea for Bucky. You then looked back up in his direction, smiling at him like he was everything to you. Your eyes beckoned him to quickly join you at the table.

Steve chided himself in his head. How could he ever doubt your love for him?

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Steve had to oversee the training for the recruits today and you were honestly bored to tears. If you weren’t called up for missions, you basically had nothing to do around the compound. Everyone was busy elsewhere with their own things and you could only find some way to entertain yourself.

You were in your co-shared room with Steve, deciding to move in only a month ago. It was much bigger than your old one, and luckily Steve didn’t have much stuff so there wasn’t a worry of lacking space for yours.

You hovered over the drawers at one end of the room and pulled them to see old sketchbooks. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to look but one peek wouldn’t hurt right? Your hands reached out for the first one laying on the stack and flipped it open.

You knew Steve was an artist but the drawings in the sketchbook blew your mind. You felt like you began to know another side of him as you went on to examine each sketch in detail. They were so lifelike and the details were amazing. There were a handful of buildings that you could recognise were in Brooklyn, his home.

You saw others of a dog, a couple in the park, kids playing and then your heart stopped at one particular drawing. You knew who it was immediately. You read about her and you learnt about her in the academy, just as you did with Steve. In fact, asides from Natasha, she was one of your role models in your journey as a SHIELD agent.

Peggy Carter was a force to be reckoned with, blazing the trail for those who came after her. She was an extraordinary woman and it was then you realised, Steve loved such a woman.

Shit, how could you compare to her? Aside from her skills and credentials, she was a remarkable woman in every other way. She was and still is a beautiful English rose. You closed the sketchbook and placed it back when you heard the sound of metal. Your hands reached into the drawer and saw that there was a gold compass in the corner. You opened it and there she was again. A cropped photo of Peggy Carter laid inside.

You knew that Steve valued this compass and had seen him carrying it around during missions when you just joined the Avengers. Peggy had passed on, but you knew she would always continue to live in Steve’s heart and memory.

You quickly closed the lid of the compass and placed it back where you found it. It was too intimate of an object for you to be holding onto. You let out a deep sigh at your discovery. How could you live up to that?

You decided to blow off some steam with a quick workout. You quickly changed into your sports attire, adding on a loose long-sleeved shirt over your sports bra to get comfortable.

You always preferred to run outside but seeing that the afternoon sun was scorching, you deterred to the indoor gym. When you arrived, there were several agents that you recognised, and you exchanged silent nods of acknowledgement. You placed your wireless earbuds and begun to play your playlist.

You started off with some stretching before you head to the treadmill for a warm-up jog. Afterwards, you tried out a few machines and started to break in the sweat. You weren’t much of a gym buff, you didn’t need to be. That was the beauty and advantage of having enhanced powers. However, you were told that you needed to be in shape and keep up on endurance, hence you had to make sure you exercise at least three times a week.

You mainly preferred running at your own time and own target. One time joining Sam and the two super soldiers on a morning run, you felt like death. Nope, you were going to do it your own way. You then walked over to a private studio that had clear windows and doors for a HIIT workout.

Friday played a workout video your request and you proceeded to follow the routine. Towards the end of the video, you did a cool down and had to stretch your toes. Dang, were you inflexible as you struggled to reach your toes? You had seen Natasha doing splits with ease and wished that you could be like her. Then you remembered she learnt ballet when she was much younger. Sigh.

You managed to catch yourself in the mirror on your way and shocked to see your face as red as a tomato. Deciding to cool down for a few more minutes before showering, you continued to stretch some more.

As you were on your way back to your room, you passed by the training room where you could see Steve, Sam and Bucky overseeing the recruits. You were about to say hi when you saw a couple of female agents coming out. You were not in their line of sight but was about to walk ahead when you heard your name.

“I wonder if Sergeant Barnes is single.” An agent with blonde straight hair tied in a high ponytail asked.

“Most likely not. I don’t think I see him around other women. Oh except for Y/N L/N.” An agent with caramelized brown hair tied in a bun answered.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t she with Captain Rogers?” A third agent with cropped raven hair spoke.

You decided to hide yourself behind a wall, unsure of where this conversation was going.

“Yes, she is! I think they have been together for a few months now. I always wondered why they got together. She doesn’t seem like his type.” The blonde remarked with a hint of cynicism.

“What do you mean?” The brunette asked curiously.

“Well, I mean she’s kind of normal. Don’t you think? Nothing really special.” The blonde responded with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, if you compare her to Agent Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, she doesn’t really stand out.” The raven-haired agent added on to the conversation.

You could almost feel the stab to your heart. Was that what people really thought of you?

“Maybe the relationship isn’t that serious. I heard Y/N pined for Captain Rogers, confessed while she was drunk and then he gave in out of pity to save her the embarrassment!” The raven-haired agent added in excitedly.

“No way! She didn’t seem like the type.” The brunette agent gasped almost dramatically.

“Looks can be deceiving.” The blonde agent said with a shrug.

“Should we really be talking about her like this though? After all, she is an Avenger and a senior agent in SHIELD before the rest of us.” The brunette agent said in a regrettable tone.

“I wonder why she is hanging around Sergeant Barnes all the time if she’s already dating Captain Rogers. Argh!” The blonde agent shrilled once more before walking over. You could hear their voices disappearing off into the other end of the hallway and you then decided to step out of your hiding spot.

Shit. Is that how you came off to people? Steve’s pity case? A plain Jane? A two-timer?! While the agents’ words stung, they were not entirely untrue. You did confess to Steve in a moment of drunk, you weren’t as beautiful as the other female Avengers and you winced at the thought. You did hang out with Bucky a lot. These could have caused misunderstandings in other people’s eyes.

So what are you going to do about it? Your consciousness thought.

Wanda! Natasha! They could help you! You had a plan and you were ready to prove those agents wrong.

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“Girls, I need your help!” Your plead for help came out louder than you thought as you slid into Natasha’s room the very next day.

“Sure, what help do you need?” Natasha said in a smooth tone as she was eating a bag of chips. How can she maintain her figure with her secret love of junk food? You will never know her secret.

“I need beauty advice. Fashion advice. The whole she bang!” Your outburst caused Wanda widened her eyes at your loud voice and more importantly, unusual behaviour.

“Why would you need those, Y/N?” Wanda remarked as you walked over to where she was sitting on Natasha’s bed.

“Because! Well...because I-I uh want to look nice.” You tried to answer convincingly.

“What do you mean look nice?” Natasha questioned with a raised brow.

“Well, I just want to look nice for Steve. We’re going to reach six months in our anniversary, and I thought I want help to look better…” You were fumbling trying to make your answer work. You couldn’t let them know what the real reason was!

“Y/N, what’s going on? You’ve always looked fine before and now. Why the sudden change?” Natasha pressed on with her questioning. Side note, never allow yourself in this situation because Natasha is too good at finding out the truth from people!

“Well, I…you know-ARGH!” You gave up formulating an answer that would even convince Natasha. You plopped yourself on the bed and smushed your face into her pillow.

“What?” Natasha urged on.

“I just want to look pretty enough for Steve. He’s just so perfect and I am just so urgh!” You lifted your head up to answer before bringing your face back to the pillow.

“Stop with the grunting. Why are you even having such thoughts? You never had these before.” Natasha chided you, surprised to see you acting like this.

“That’s before I dated Steve. Never mind if we weren’t together, I could admire him from afar. Who cares about how I look!” You raised yourself from the pillow and sat properly to face your two friends.

“But now that we’re together, I feel like I should match his level. You know? I don’t want to bring him down…” Your voice came out dejectedly as you looked down to your lap.

“Y/N please…I know Steve, he doesn’t care for such things.” Natasha tried to reassure you of your feelings.

“But what about what other people think?” You added on in a sad voice.

“Who are those people?” Natasha asked in a deadly tone. Crap, she was catching on.

“No one! I mean, just in general.” You waved it off, trying to throw off her suspicions.

“You know no one on our team thinks that way too, right?” Wanda reached over to you and grabbed your hand to comfort you.

“I know but…you don’t understand. Even I don’t think I’m that beautiful. How can I be with Steve?” You looked into Wanda’s eyes and you could see that she was saddened to see you so down.

“What matters is that Steve loves you for you. Besides, you’re beautiful to me” Wanda assured you and you immediately hugged her affectionately. You were thankful for your friend’s comforting words, but you knew they would not be able to understand where you were coming from.

“So will you still help me?” You tried your luck once more.

“If it makes you feel better, sure why not? I’m up for some shopping.” Natasha shrugged but you knew she was in. You cheered in excitement and made to pull both of your girls in a group hug

You got the plan in motion!

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“You sure about this?” You asked Natasha while you looked at yourself in the dressing room mirror.

“I have no doubt in my abilities,” Natasha replied smoothly and you pulled the curtains to step out. You smoothed the sides of your powder blue summer dress. It had puffy sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. You turned around to get a full view of yourself. It was really pretty, you looked nice but would Steve like this?

“I look like a nice girl.”

“You are a nice girl, Y/N.” Natasha said in a matter of fact tone while Wanda just smiled approvingly.

“But a magazine survey that I have read says men like their women sexy!” You countered to which Natasha gave an eye roll like she couldn’t believe what she heard.

“Am I right, Wanda? You can read minds; you would know what men like?” You turned to get support from Wanda. She shook her head and held up her hands.

“I do not use my powers for that area of expertise, Y/N.”

“What bullshit magazine have you been reading?” Natasha asked like she had saw through your act. You started to stutter as you wanted to avoid looking stupid even further. You decided to dodge Natasha’s question by heading around to one of the racks and taking a satin little black dress with a plunging back.

“What about this?” You were hopeful that this might be workable.

“Are you trying to look like a hoe?” Natasha’s tone was condescending.

“What?!” You shrieked at Natasha’s savage remark. Wanda started laughing out loud as she observed the exchange.

“What message are you trying to send? I’m not saying you shouldn’t wear this dress, it will be nice for a night out, but this isn’t really you.” Natasha tried to talk sense into you. “You should dress in something that screams you and not just something to please a man. You should dress for yourself.”

“I have to agree with Nat on this one, Y/N. Be true to yourself.” Wanda reiterated Natasha’s point. You pondered on both of your friends’ words. They were absolutely right.

“I guess so. I couldn’t see myself actually wearing this anyways.” You went to put it back to where it belonged.

“I’m sure we can find something that will suit you to the T, that’s how you Americans say it right?” Wanda stood up from the couch and walked over to pinch your cheeks affectionately. Shen then walked over to several more clothes for you. After shopping for clothes, all of you went to the salon to get pampered and you came out feeling more confident and refreshed.

You headed back to your room to drop your bags. You were psyched for Steve to see your new look. Looking into the vanity mirror, you checked yourself from head to toe. You were wearing the blue summer dress that Natasha picked out for you and your hair was curled in light beach waves from the trip to the salon.

You hand reached over to the new red lipstick that you had bought. You thought it would make an impact on your look and your mind also drifted back to how Peggy Carter was famous for donning a red lip. As you uncap the cover, you were then reminded of Natasha’s words earlier.

“Don’t try to look like anyone else, Y/N.”

You closed the cap and then went for the tinted lip balm in your makeup purse. This should do it. You asked Friday for Steve’s location and was informed that he was finishing up on the training grounds.

You were so excited that you could skip but then you realised what shoes you were in. Wanda picked out a pair of white open-toed sandals with a block heel and ankle straps. The finishing touch, she said.

You wore heels before but mainly as elevates on boots. This was something new and you felt fancy in it.

Taking brisk walks to the training grounds, you hoped to catch Steve before he goes off anywhere else. When you saw three familiar heads, you turned the doorknob and started to descend down the stairs to the lower level. The sound of your heels on the stairs announced your arrival and you could feel all eyes on you.

You caught Steve’s gaze and felt a sense of pride as you could see him taking you into his sight. His eyes looked at you up and down. You tried to hold back your smile and act normal while being careful of your descent.

Bucky and Sam were gaping at your sudden new look. Who were you and what happened to the Y/N that they knew? Sam even let out a low whistle when you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi.” You stood in front of Steve who was still staring at you in a daze.

“Uh, Steve?” Steve swore something was stuck in his throat because he was able to say something even if he tried. Steve looked at you and was puzzled at your new look. It was different from your usual attire and it looked great on you. As his eyes roam over to the hem of your dress, he thought that it was so short!

Steve knew that modern female clothing has evolved throughout the ages. Dresses were getting shorter, pants were getting shorter, everything was getting shorter! He knows it is not his place to tell what a woman to wear but he swore he could hear gasps from the rest of the people in the room, especially from the male agents when you walked down the stairs.

You looked amazing in the dress, but it left room for imagination. No way was he going to allow that for other men. Steve immediately engulfed you like a human shield with his body and you almost stumbled backwards at his sudden action. “What are you doing, Steve?”

“Uh- what are you doing here?” Steve countered your question with another. Although, in fact, he did want to know why you were here.

“I asked you first.” Brows furrowed on your face; Steve knew you were getting a little annoyed.

“I wanted to find you and ask you out for dinner. We haven’t had time to ourselves lately.” You held onto Steve’s hand tenderly and Steve swore he was melting into goo. Steve could hear Bucky dismissing the rest of the agents for the day to give you two privacy.

Steve’s brain was scrambling to come up with a coherent answer and all he managed was a squeaky yes.

“Great, let me know when you’re ready? I will be hanging out in Wanda’s room.” Steve nodded and you grinned at him. You slightly tiptoed and pressed your lips to his cheeks. Steve felt almost dizzy with your little display of affection.

He couldn’t believe you dressed up just to ask him out. Steve pondered over the reason but then again, why would he need to?

“Looking good Y/N….” Sam said in a teasing tone to which you responded by flipping your hair over your shoulder. You shrugged the side of your shoulder and then said, “Why, thank you.”

Bucky gave an approving nod and you were giddy with the positive response, returning a smirk in his direction. You hurriedly walked up the stairs to tell the girls the good news.

Steve could see that both of his friends were still looking as you walk up. His eyes widened when he realised that your short dress riding up your legs slightly with each step you took. Steve quickly slid in front of them and cover their eyes childishly. Sam and Bucky both tried ripping Steve’s hands off their faces and Steve had to use a little force to resist their efforts.

Steve turned around to see you already exiting the door and then removed his hands.

“What did you do that for?” Bucky huffed in annoyance and Steve looked at him with a warning look. “I knew you were looking!”

“We weren’t looking where we shouldn’t if that’s what you want to know.” Bucky countered.

“Better on hold to your girl, Rogers. She’s got game.” Sam gave an approving face with a thumbs up. His face changed to one of panic when Steve started giving chase for his words. Steve knew Sam was just joking but he couldn’t help but feel protective over his girl. She’s really going to be the end of him.

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You were so excited for your date with Steve that you couldn’t contain yourself. He seemed pleasantly surprised by your new look.

You were waiting for Steve in the lobby area as you were informed by Friday that he was getting the car ready. You decided to do a double-check for the contents in your purse when you heard some chatter from a corner.

Your eyes widened when you saw the three female agents that were talking about yesterday. Taking quick steps, you went to hide behind one of the pillars in the lobby. You weren’t sure why you did that, but you couldn’t shake off a bad feeling.

“Did you see Y/N today?” The blonde agent started to speak first and then continued. “She went to the training grounds to find Captain Rogers today. She was dolled up like she had a makeover.”

“Really? Too bad, I missed it. How did she look?” The brunette agent asked curiously.

“Eh, definitely a step up from before, but it’s nothing too great.” The blonde agent spoke cynically. Shit, that hurt. Why was she so mean?

“Hey, Y/N. You left this your lip balm in Wanda’s room-” You turned immediately to see Natasha sneaking up and also shrieked.

“What are you doing hiding here?” She continued asking, you tried to come up with a good excuse when one of the female agent’s voice was heard.

“At least it was an effort, I mean Y/N needs to try harder if she wants to match with Steve Rogers. He is really out of her league.” The raven-haired agent piped into the conversation.

Natasha’s face suddenly turned deadly and you knew that if looks can kill, hers certainly would. You tried to pull her back; however, she was marching in with a fierce determination and you felt yourself being dragged along.

“What did you just say?” Natasha spoke calmly to the three female agents, almost too calm. Goosebumps were forming on your arms and you cringed at what might happen next.

“No- nothing…” The three agents tried to answer at the same time. They were visibly shaken at the presence of Black Widow herself.

“I expect an apology from all three of you. How dare you run your mouth like this at the compound? I expected more professionalism from you agents.” Natasha’s tone was calm but it held a deadly tone.

“We apologize, Y/N. We didn’t know what we were thinking…” The brunette agent tried to speak up for her group but Natasha didn’t look satisfied.

“That’s right, you weren’t thinking. You have no business in talking about the relationship between Captain Rogers and Y/N. You also have no respect for someone who is also your senior agent.” Natasha continued ranting. A sense of pride swelled in you as your friend stood up for you.

The three agents gave their apologies once more and Natasha went to look at you as if to assess your feelings on the situation. You felt the need to step up and take ownership.

“I will only forgive you once, but if this happens again, I will report it to your immediate superiors.” The three female agents looked relieved at your words but you knew you had more to say.

“However, I need to let you know that I am very hurt by the words you said. Such a conversation should be outgrown at our age. This isn’t high school anymore. I don’t think we should tear people down for the sake of our self-esteems. That is all.”

You felt like a heavyweight had been lifted off your chest. The three agents did seem apologetic and embarrassed. You let them go and then turned to Natasha, instantly circling your arms around her neck to give her a hug. “Thank you, Nat.”

“You’re welcome, babe.” Natasha saw you like a younger sister who she seemed felt protective of. You were often too nice, regarding harmony among the group more important over your individual needs.

“What did I miss?” The sound of Steve’s voice broke your moment with Natasha. You gave a smile to let her know you were alright.

“If you don’t treat her right, I’m coming for you, Rogers.” Natasha remarked in her usual tone to which Steve looked puzzled at her words.

“I know.” Came his curt reply before he came over to you and held your hand in his. Steve started leading you to the car and you turned your back to your red-headed friend who sent a wink your way

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Steve decided to bring you to your favourite Japanese restaurant for sushi and Udon. The two of you decided to go for a leisure walk afterwards on the street. He had to put on a disguise with a cap and glasses, knowing that the last thing he wanted was the date to be ruined because of unwanted attention.

You didn’t need a disguise as you were considered a low-profile Avenger who rarely got the media spotlight. You were entirely grateful for this fact.

You couldn’t believe Steve never had a churro and proceeded to get him one. You heart beamed with pride when you saw that their food introduction gained his approval. He looked like an innocent kid who had his first candy. How much cuter can he get? Always, you thought.

The date ended with Steve driving you to a secluded location that overlooked the city. The breath-taking sight of the city lights was much needed. The two of you were leaning over the railing and took in the view. There was a gentle breeze in the air and it felt cooling against your cheeks.

“What are you thinking about?” Steve decided to speak first.

“Nothing.” You tried to answer indifferently but Steve knew better. He could tell you had something on your mind.

“Tell me Y/N, I would like to listen to your worries.” Steve wanted to help relieve you of any stress, he couldn’t bear to see you upset. Eyes looking at him directly, you weren’t sure how to tell him of today’s transgressions. You tried to find your voice.

“I-uh, I-” You let out a sigh before you could even finish your sentence. Steve started to get worried as he walked over to you and embraced you from behind. His gesture made you feel safe and you felt like you shouldn’t hide anything from him.

“Steve, I don’t know if you noticed but I changed my look today.” You heard him making an agreeing noise and you took it as a cue to continue. “It was not for no apparent reason. I thought I wanted to look more dolled up for you.”

“I’ve always thought I wasn’t good enough for you.” Your words caused Steve’s brows to furrow. What did you mean? Why did you feel that way?

“Doll don’t ever think that way please. You are enough for me, always. Even more.” Steve tried to reassure you.

“That’s sweet Steve. But you don’t get it, I’m just not that exceptional, in fact I’m very ordinary. And you’re just- so perfect and great, I-” You wanted to continue your words but Steve spun you to face him. His face was a mixture of confusion and slight annoyance.

“I’m not perfect Y/N. And you’re not ordinary. You’re wonderful and you make me feel loved in all ways possible. You have no idea how happy you make me feel.”

Steve’s words shook you; you were moved by his thoughts and feelings.

“I don’t know what you made you suddenly feel this way but I never want you to think of yourself that way. You have no idea the impact you have on other people and that’s what makes you beautiful inside and out.” You were close to tears and you moved your hands up from where they were rested on Steve’s arms to the sides of his face.

“I love you so much Steve.”

“I love you the same, doll. If not more.” Steve leaned into you and pressed his lips against yours. As his hands moved down to bring you closer by the waist, you let out a soft gasp and he took his chance to deepen the kiss.

You spent the next few minutes in each other’s arms, kissing as if it was your last. You finally pulled apart and the both of you were panting to catch your breath. Steve leaned in once more to place a peck on the crown of your head before pulling you tighter into the crook of his neck.

“I should be the one who’s insecure. You have no idea how popular you are. It’s hard to get your attention when you’re always surrounded by people.” Steve whispered in your ears.

You didn’t know that he felt that way. You pulled back to look at him in the eye. “I didn’t know.”

“I never want you to feel that way, Steve. You are my everything.” You tried to reassure him.

“I know. Just wish you could be less incredible so people won’t steal you away from me.” Steve squished your cheeks, making it puffed up like a chipmunk.

“No, they won’t. They will have to fight me if they try.” Your answer made Steve chuckled and his heart felt full.

“I’m yours.” You whispered to him shyly. You were embarrassed to say it but you felt like you wanted to let Steve know. Steve lifted up your chin to meet his gaze and he whispered.

“I’m yours too.”

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The next day

You were rummaging through your shopping bags from yesterday to tidy things. You saw a separate gift bag and opened it up to see the content inside. Spotting a black piece of fabric, you were astonished to find out what it was. Untangling the fabric, you realised that it was the satin little black dress from your shopping trip with the girls.

Your eyes then spotted to a card in the gift bag and it read:

‘Sorry to call you a hoe, but you will definitely make a cute one in this. Love, Nat. 🖤’

You gasped at Natasha’s little gesture and be sure to thank her for this. Thinking back, you never did try it on. You wondered if it will actually suit you.

Stripping your clothes while leaving your underwear on, you slid into the smooth and silky black number. You could feel a lot of empty space in your back and you walked over to the vanity mirror to assess your look.

Holy smoke was it revealing! When would you ever wear this? You thought about a night out with the girls but then again, would you dare to wear this in public? The dress was fitted against the curves of your body and the hem ended at the around your bottom.

Turning around to get a few more looks, you were going to change out when you heard the click of the door opened.

“Doll, have you seen my-” Your eyes enlarged at the sudden arrival of your boyfriend in the room.

“What are you wearing?” Steve’s voice was full of surprise at your sudden attire and you tried to explain yourself.

“The last shopping trip, I saw this and Nat thought- I didn’t expect that she would buy it! I was curious so I was just trying it out, it’s nothing really! I’m going to change out of it now! ” Steve didn’t respond, instead his eyes were raking all over you and you started to feel uneasy.

He must think it looks weird! You grimaced to yourself. Quickly turning your back on him, you went to pick up your discarded clothes on the floor. Once they were in your hands, you turned back to look at Steve and was shocked to see Steve already behind you.

His hands reached out to take the clothes from your hands and dropped them to the floor. Steve then placed his hands on the side of your dress around your waist and went to feel the soft material underneath. His eyes went back to yours and you found his dark stare piercing into yours. Steve then spoke in a breathy voice.

“Let me help you out, doll.”

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Meanwhile….

“Hey, what is taking Steve so long?” Sam wondered aloud to Bucky as they both waited or Steve to come back for their afternoon workout session.

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That’s all folks! Hope you enjoy this one shot! Can anyone see Natasha as Tan in Queer Eye? She be shady and savage af when giving out fashion advices, haha! 🤣

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #captain america #marvel fanfiction #au #marvel fanfic #angstsfordays

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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 5 (10,000th Post)

(Master post)

(I hope you all enjoy it)

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“City of Love? Ha! There is no love in this city!” The akuma shouted angrily at the sky.

The akuma in question seemed to be a mix of human and bird. With sharp Eagle like talons on her feet. Her Arms were replace with large hawk wings that she used to fly. Beautiful Green feathers covered her wings and body which looked like a giant bird, leaving her head and neck that looked to be the only human parts of her, having Eagle eyes and a mask reminiscent of a butterfly, with her long wavy brown hair. Around her neck was a necklace with a small golden eagle creature on it.

There were countless feathers piercing the ground all over the place. It seems the akuma was leaving quite an impression.

A cat themed hero jumped onto a roof where a red clad heroine was observing.

“Afternoon Bugaboo. And what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today.” The cat flirted.

“An akuma unfortunately.” The heroine said with her usual serious tone. Though she seemed more annoyed then usual. Not that she ever was happy to fight an akuma but she was not really in the mood for an akuma attack.

“So what’s this one’s deal?”

Ladybug simply pointed to the akuma with little enthusiasm as if on cue the akuma answered the cats question.

“How can this be a city of love when there are callous men who will abandon you without notice! One minute they are messaging you how excited they are to see you and then next they don't bother to show up and ignore your calls! So long as I, The Harpy am here, no woman will ever be hurt by a man again!” The akuma exclaimed.

“She has been saying that for 20 minutes.” Ladybug stated clearly irritated.

“So you're saying she has been Parroting her point?” Chat noir Inquired with a smirk.

Ladybug rolled her eyes but with a smile on her face.

“Just see if you can beak her interest for a bit and Ill try and get the jump on her.” Ladybug insisted, now in a slightly better mood.

Chat noir smiled at her pun. I wonder if Marinette will share my fondness of puns. If he remembered right her dad loved puns. So she should be use to hearing them. I bet she has a few good ones. He quickly pushed those thoughts out of his head. Akuma now, daydreams later.

“Ill be sure to make sure to ruffle her feathers.” He punned one last time with a wink before heading off.

The harpy was looking around, it seemed that most of the people were taking cover.

“You know I agree, men can be jerks. Thats why I prefer women.” the black clad hero commented, causing the akuma to turn around.

“Chat noir! The horrible half of the miraculous duo!” The Harpy hissed.

“Its actually adorable. Thats okay, most of the akuma keep getting that one confused. its a common...” Chat noir bantered only to be interrupted by an incoming barrage of feathers coming at him.

Using his cat like reflexes, the blond managed to dodge the sharp feather.

“Yikes! You can poke an eye out with those.”

Chat noir decided to jump down to avoid more feathers.

“Hold still you mangy Alley cat! You men are all the same, leaving at the first opportunity! Just like Curtis! ”

Chat noir couldn't help but wonder what this Curtis guy did to make this akuma so mad, and if he should feel worse for Curtis or for her.

Ladybug swung her yo-yo around the akuma’s wing. The akuma turned to see Ladybug and looked betrayed.

“You are actually helping him? He is just a nasty male. He will break your heart.”

Ladybug felt a pang of guilt as she heard the akuma say that, if things go how Marinette wants, she might be the one who unfortunately breaks hearts.

“I wouldn't worry about Chat noir, I have an itching feeling that you should worry about your wing.” Ladybug answered with a smirk.

“My wing? Why would I worry about my... why is it so itchy?” The akuma exclaimed in surprise.”

She looked at the yo-yo and noticed that the string and the yo-yo itself were covered in a mysterious powder.

Ladybug reveals a small ladybug print canister. The akuma realized it was Itching powder.

The Akuma tried to scratch her wing but if she tried to with her other wing, she would fall.

The Harpy shrieked and tried to get away.

“Chat noir!” Ladybug called out as the akuma was flying away and taking Ladybug for a ride.

“I am on it.”

Chat noir gave chase to the bird akuma who flew around in circles trying to get ladybug off.

But while distracted she didn't see the cat jump from the roof she was flying a bit too close to and he snagged her necklace.

“NO!” The Harpy cried out in horror. Ladybug used that as her signal to let go.

Chat noir activated his power to break the necklace which released the Akuma.

Ladybug quickly captured and purified the black butterfly.

“Bye bye little butterfly.”

Ladybug tosses the canister into the air and all the damage from the fight was fixed.

The Harpy turned back into her normal form. Now no longer covered in green feathers she was wearing a simple yet fashionable summer dress and her eagle eyes were replaced with lovely green eyes. Looking like a woman in her late twenties.

Ladybug and chat noir fist bump to celebrate.

After their congratulations, the two approach the woman to check on her.

“Are you okay? You seemed really upset when you were an akuma?” Ladybug inquired.

The woman spoke with a saddened tone.

“I am sorry for all the trouble I have caused. I was just upset with Curtis standing me up. We had met through this matchmaker app, that one that shows your compatibility. We really hit it off after he messaged me and we seemed to have a lot in common. He acted so sweet and thoughtful, we were planning to meet up for the first time today but.. but he stood me up on the date...” The woman started tearing up. “I thought he was going to be different!”

Ladybug and chat noir felt her words strike a cord. It sounded a lot like the app that they were familiar with. Was it not as accurate as they were lead to believe?

“Well, I guess putting your faith in an app could be...” Ladybug began to say before getting interrupted.

“Angela!” A voice called out.

The three looked to see a man with short honey blond hair and brown eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers, clearly exhausted.

“Thank goodness you are okay. I am so sorry for being late. The subway broke down and I had no signal to call you. I messaged you as soon as I was out explaining everything. Then when I saw that Bird akuma attacking I couldn’t help but worry so I went looking for you.”

The brunette pulled out her phone reveal she had 10 texts and two missed calls.

“Oh. Oh my I am embarrassed. I am sorry for assuming the worst, Curtis. I thought you had stood me up and...”

“Stand up a spectacular women like you? Assume I am dead first.” Curtis said with a soft smile.

The two laughed at the comment, showing that there was something between them.

Ladybug and Chat noir could tell the couple were having a moment and decide to let them be.

The two make their way to a rooftop as they let the two lovebirds talk.

“Seems like things worked out for her.” Chat noir spoke, he was far more relieved.

“Yea, I am glad the guy didn't actually stand her up. Sounds like that app she used didn't steer her wrong.” Ladybug agreed, also feeling relief about the revelation.

“It sounds like there might be something to it.” Chat noir commented. “Purrhaps we should test our own compatibility Ladybug. Have you considered making an account?”

"Who says I do or don't already have one?” Ladybug teased.

“Oh? So my lady is searching for her soulmate? How strange, I have been right here the whole time.” Chat noir joked.

Ladybug laughed.

“I assume you don't, since you have ‘your soulmate’ so close.” Ladybug teased.

“Purrhaps or Purrhaps I do have one.” Chat noir purred.

“You already used that pun earlier kitty.”

“Fur real? I guess I am not on my game today.” Chat noir admitted.

“Its fine, don't force the puns on my account.” Ladybug assured.

Chat noir smile shifted from his usually cocky smirk to a softer smile.

“Hey Bugaboo, could we go on patrol sometime in the future, maybe in like in a week or two? Maybe see if Andre’s stand needs protecting from akuma?”

Ladybug’s expression softened. Chat noir was setting her up with the opportunity to address something that may become relevant. If it does, then she will need to tell chat noir the truth, that she is gonna have to give him a solid no, but if not, then she has the perfect person to cheer her up.

“I would like that. How about two weeks from now. I will be free then.” Ladybug answered just before her earrings beeped.

“Sounds good, we can go over details later, unless you have decided today was the best time to reveal ourselves.”

“Keep dreaming.” She playfully flicked his bell. “Later kitty.”

Ladybug took off from the rooftop, leaving the cat smiling with a feeling of melancholy.

“Well now its time to wait and see.”

Chat noir heard his ring beep and headed off back home, thinking about how to go about the promised meet up depending on how things go.

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“What do you mean you can't delete my account!” An angry brunette shouted over the phone. She was doing her best not to pull out her hair in frustration.

“I am sorry Ms. Dupain-cheng. But as I have stated before you do not have your password and you did not use the pin we provided to your email to reset your password. Until you utilize that code to reset your password and create a new password so you can get into your account. You can not delete the account through any other method.” The tech support representative answered.

“Why can't you send the code to my new email that I provided?” Lila asked, her agitation clearly showing.

“As I have said before, it breaches are security guidelines. Is there any reason why you wish to delete your account?”

“Its because there is a clearly something wrong with my list.” She insisted with clear frustration.

“I will scan your account for any anomalies, one moment.”

Lila stood by the phone waiting.

“We have looked over your account, there are no glitches or errors. Also, may I be the first to congratulate you on being the first to receive 100% compa.....”

Lila hung up and she grabbed a pillow to scream into.

This had to be some sort of nightmare. How could there be no way of dealing with this!”

Chris was in his room sleeping. She was relieved that Chris was a heavy sleeper. Considering Nino’s hobby, being able to sleep through loud noise was a must in this family. Though this was the only remote solace she got out of this hellish scenario.

Not only did Marinette top the list of compatible matches for Adrien, she was a 100% match with him and it was completely legitimate. It was like getting hit in the face with a metal bat.

Lila was racking her brain. There must be some way to stop this nightmare.

She tried to get Marinette’s account deleted but that wouldn't work without having access to her email. Marinette was not going to willingly give out her password to her of all people. Marinette was one of the few people that didn't trust her and if she tried anything, Marinette would find out.

She needed to think, she would find a way to beat that pigtailed brat. There was no way she was letting Marinette get Adrien. Not while she could help it.

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Hawkmoth looked through the window. He was still sour from his recent defeat, however he did notice something to brighten his mood. There was so much potential negative emotions loaming over Paris. The possibility of break ups, jealousy, and loneliness. All coming from one singular reasoning, it was an all you could eat buffet for his akuma, but not one of them was strong enough to warrant sending out another akuma yet. He would wait, there would be another strong negative emotion source sooner or later.

“It seems there is a negative to something that lets you find your soulmate. I fortunately already found mine, I just need to get her back.” Hawkmoth spoke aloud.

He was going to wait, he knew he could let the emotions fester into something far stronger, something that Ladybug and Chat noir couldn't handle. Perhaps he might stir the pot to make things go faster. He would need to make a plan, but for now he had other matters to attend to. He had to attend to ‘Civillain matters’.

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“An interview?” Adrien responded in surprise.

“Yes, your father has scheduled an interview for you this Friday. The network has been wanting to do an interview with you for some time and your father believes it would be a good time to do so to promote the newest fragrance.” Nathalie explained. “As always, keep yourself composed and don’t let out too much information. Avoid any rumors they might be mentioning.”

“Okay. Would it be alright if I took my friends with me?” Adrien suggested, hoping Nathalie would be willing to let him take someone.

Nathalie looked at the blond and considered the proposal. As long as Gabriel is informed and the guest doesn’t cause trouble, one may not be an issue.

“You may bring one person. I don't think your father would approve of more then that. Just be sure they are well behaved.” Nathalie answered before leaving Adrien to his own devices.

Plagg popped out of the teen’s shirt.

“Oh an interview. Do you think you can request the green room to be stocked with Camembert?” The cat Kwami asked as he floated beside him.

“I will ask for some, but I need to decide who I am gonna take with me. I am surprised I am even allowed to take someone.”

“So you are gonna take the baker girl right?”

Adrien felt a faint blush appear on his face.

“W-why would you think that? I could invite Nino or ...”

“Adrien, don't try to bullshit me. You suck at lying.” Plagg commented.

Adrien sighed.

“Am I really that obvious?”

“Yes.”

Adrien knew he wanted to bring Marinette. Sure bringing Nino would be a blast, but this would be a good way to see how Marinette would react to being apart of some of the things he does. Plus even if the compatibility test doesn't work out, he would still like to get closer with Marinette. She was a wonderful person, and she deserved to get to see what it was like when she makes it as a designer, answering questions about her latest fashion line and what not.

“I will give her a call to see if she isn't busy.”

“Good luck Casanova.” Plagg chuckled as he reclined in the air.

Adrien felt his pulse quicken as he looked for Marinette’s contact information.

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Part 5 is finished (I was hoping the 1000+ notes streak in 24 hours would be kept alive. I guess I got my hopes up too quickly . I just want to say 1000 notes or not I love reading all of your feedback and you guys keep me inspired to keep writing this)

If you want part 6, please let me know. I love hearing feedback and it feeds my impulsive need to write. And I am just gonna say it.

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mrneighbourlove · 4 years

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Scarlet Contract: Part 1

The fresh cool air of Duskar blew through the window. Another cool day ahead of them. Scarlet, being the first to get up from bed, looked down at a sleeping Rat and Borghild. Putting her clothing on, she walked to the living room to see her two youngest already up. Good. Breakfast first. Then she’d get set to work. Peeling oranges, the Gerudo set to work quickly on delivering food for her kids.

Rat woke not too long after Scarlet. He carefully wedged himself away from Borghild, who always slept like the dead, and stretched. He was old now, sixty years of age. Gray had riddled his hair and he had the slightest tint of winkles forming. Scars were thicker, more noticeable then usual. While he could still do his daily chores and manage work, it was getting harder. There were deep pains that haunted his body. Sometimes, the aches disturbed his focus. Yet, he put on a smile and always managed to play with the younger tykes.

The ex-pirate thought back over the years of when he held his firstborn. Revy was grown and spending more time with Seija now. The two were lovebirds, no pun intended. Trygve had grown into a huge warrior, taller and bulkier than him. The young man could transform into a fearsome into a grizzly just as fierce as his mother. Volcana was as sneaky as Bomba, and he was so glad that the little girl grew up to be just as lovely as Scarlet and as funny as Bomba. He could see more and more of Bomba in her everyday. He sincerely wished Bomba could see her now. And since Scarlet wanted to try for another child, it seemed they had more pitter patter of little feet in the house. Yet, he did not count on getting Scarlet and Borgie both pregnant at the same time. So now, there were two more daughters running around the house.

Putting out plates of breakfast, Scarlet whistled for her daughters to gather around. Although Volcana was a teenager, and quite independent, she still lived under Scarlet’s roof. “Girls. Breakfast.”

Lovisa and Greta were the same age and were as close as sisters should be. The two did everything together and refused to be without the other. Of course, this mean the two were twice as likely to cause trouble as well. Everything was completed in grins and giggles with a steady case of denial. As the two rushed to the breakfast table, they climbed into their chairs and settled in beside Volcana. Borghild grumbled when she heard the whistle and rose partway off the bed, her hair a mess.

"Am I going to have to snog her to get her to stop doing that horrid noise so early in the morning?" The mama bear grumbled. "So. Loud."

"Aye, perhaps so." Rat got off the bed and went to put on a fresh set of clothes. His back was hurting today from that fight with Onslaught all those years ago. When the dragon knocked him overboard, he managed to hit the ledge of the ship before the water. It had hurt him all these years, but was an old injury. "Borgie, me back is ach'n something a-fierce today. You rub it later for me?"

"As long as you rub mine." Borghild growled at him in a suggestive manner.

Scarlet took a crunch out of her apple. A sense of nostalgia filled her as she looked at her girls. She felt it was time. “Greta. Lovisa. I think it’s time you two learned a way around a ship. Volcania, you’ll be joining us too.”

Greta frowned, taking a bite of orange. “Must we mother? I wanted to play at the ranch.”

"I thought we were going to wrestle today?" Lovisa asked Scarlet as she munched on her fruit. "Mama said it's important to properly learn how to wrestle in order to win a fight. Besides, I'm the better wrestler."

"You're only the better wrestler cause you're a bear like your mother." Volcana rolled her eyes. "Anyone could tell you that, it's logic."

"So? Greta shoots better than you."

"And I ride horses better than you both."

"Okay, ya two, stop a-bickering so early." Rat walked into the dining area and kissed Scarlet on the cheek. "Borgie requests the cease of the a-whistling in the morn. She's a grumpy bear."

Scarlet guzzled down her drink, always enjoying a clear smooth taste of water down her throat. “And now, you will learn how to sail a ship. It’s in your blood.”

"Uncle Corsaire says sailing a ship is like handling a fine lady. What does that mean, Daddy?"

Rat nearly choked on his coffee. "Me will tell ya when ya older."

"Daaaaaaadddddd!" The girls protested in unison.

“It means that you put your soul into a ship like the one you will love.” Scarlet went to get her boots on. “All of your hurry up and finish your food. You’ll need the strength.”

"MMmhorn'n..." Borghild walked into the room half asleep. She had to have a little tea or coffee or even juice to wake her up. Being a grizzly bear, she valued her sleep. She kissed Scarlet and then Rat, and sat at the table. "Going off so soon?"

"Scarlet wants to teach the girls how to run a ship."

"She already runs a tight ship."

"A real ship, Borgie."

Scarlet put her light coat on and opened the door. “The seaside is beautiful today Borghild. Should join me.”

"Hrm," Borgie looked out the window. "Looks like a nice day for a long nap."

"Borgie, come now, let's entertain the girls and Scarlet for a while."

"Very well, but you two are cuddling with me when I nap."

“Always dear.” Scarlet kissed her wife’s forehead, then ushered the kids out when they were ready. “Come. We can go to Commodore Liz’s boats.”

Once at the ship, Rat felt that familiar wave of sadness wash over him. The sea always reminded him of the old days with the crew. He recalled Mojo and Juju loving the play darts at the bars in various port stops. Now, they were at home, enjoying the company of family. There was Acrobat, who could fly with the help of rope despite his legs. Then, when Asakonigei made him a pair of braces so he could walk normally, he found out that Acrobat loved to play music, particularly the fiddle. He worked in Hyrule at a bar, playing music for everyone. Pockets was as gentle as men could come and adored animals. Orana had been kind enough to let him take over the animal sanctuary when she was called away from diplomatic issues. Seer was here in Uskar, living out his days as a happy husband and grandfather. He still cooked for the king and queen, always enjoying the kitchen. If only Bomba could be here... what would he say now?

"The ladies can't resist me!"

"Whatever tis is, me didn't do it."

"Whale farts make tsunamis and fish makes great sushi, I love barmaid titties and shiny old rupees!"

He could almost hear him. Even if he was forgetting how he sounded at times.

Scarlet pressed on the wood boarding beneath her feet before turning to her girls. “All right children. Who knows how to lower and raise a sail?”

Lovisa and Great both pinched Volcana's backside so she would jolt and move forward. "Hey!"

“Alright Volcana. Get on the deck. Show me the ropes.”

The family spent the morning learning how to run the ship. It was a surprisingly fun activity for all of them. Rat felt like he was a young man again, hoisting the sails with Corsaire. He missed his captain, his brothers in arms, but was very glad that all of them were happy in life. Even Borghild tried to learn a few things from Scarlet, but the bear was more interested in the anchor staying exactly where it was. The last thing she wanted to do was to go out on the sea when she could smell a storm coming.

Scarlet showed the girls around the ship. They learned section names of the boat, how to steer a boat, load a cannon, and raise sails. At lunch, Scarlet let the dock master know they were going to sail about the lagoon.

"Nooo, no, no, a storm is coming, I'm telling you, I can smell it!" Borghild insisted, her hair almost standing up on end. She did not like flying, she could tolerate ships, but preferred land because it was not going anywhere. "We need to go back in."

"Mama, it's just a quick trip around the lagoon."

"Mom wouldn't take us out if she knew it would be bad."

Greta walked up to Scarlet, pulling on her mother’s shirt. “Momma. Why were you and papa pirates?”

Scarlet patted her head. “Circumstance my little Greta.”

"Yer Momma and me came from different backgrounds, my dear lassie." Rat reminded the girls. "Your Uncle Corsaire saved me life. Your Momma ran with her girls. All of the stories we told you were true."

“Why did you have Adda as your captain?”

The innocent question of a child could strike the deepest at times. Volcania was old enough to be weary of the name Adda. Scarlet held onto the wheel, deep in thought. “Because she was a sister, and the best suited to lead.”

"A bad sister at that." Rat told Greta and Lovisa. "Let's not bring up Adda around Momma, all right? We don't need to focus on bad memories, let's just focus on making the a-good ones."

“Rat. I don’t mind talking about the subject. Really.”

"... tis up to you, darling. I just don't like seeing you sad." Rat admitted to his lover.

"How did you... meet Adda?" Lovisa asked her question slowly.

“Rat. Drop the anchor.”

Once the anchor was dropped, the ship gently floated on the surface of the lagoon.

"Alright girls. Where to begin. Well, I met Adda when I was only eleven years old. Like all of us, she was taken aboard at a young age to serve the mast. Most of us willingly did so because our childhoods before them could be monstrous. Not too much younger than me, she quickly grew adjusted to life under Captain. We looked out for one another so that we might survive the brutal living conditions thrust upon us a times. When we were teenagers, I even saved her life.

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Crossover with @ridersoftheapocalypse

Next Part:

#Late Night Upload #Crossover #ridersoftheapocalypse #Scarlet #Captain Adda #Bonegrinder

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medea10 · 4 years

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Medea Plays Animal Crossing New Horizons: Part IX

Oh, I’ll get to the cute photos soon enough.

Let’s just do a quickie around the neighborhood.

In the latest update, Wilbur informs you of about the items you get on an island can go through either liquidation or delivery to your home or the Nook’s Cranny.

As we’re in the month of June, we get an abundance of new fish and insects.

...And really, REALLY bad puns.

Seriously, who the hell says “Doraydo”?

Apparently the game designers of this game and songwriters who are stuck.

*sighs*

Yep, just like in past games. If you stand still while something buzzes around you, it’s those pesky, Zika virus-carrying turds, the mosquito.

For a limited time, you can get a few items on Nook ATM.

I noticed the lack of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day in the game. In New Leaf, your mother and father would send you carnations to plant around the island. But I guess we’re just settling for thank you mugs.

Also a few items to celebrate certain days including Children’s Day, the much-deserved Winter Solstice in the southern hemisphere, and summer solstice up in the north.

Reason #2 why I haven’t seen Digby in the game. Isabelle doesn’t wake up her brother, dude gets pissed and won’t come visit her. Hence why I still can’t summon Digby through the Amiibo.

It was Alfonso’s birthday on the 9th.

I’m starting to fill up the art section of the museum.

*sighs* Dammit Louie!

I found the final fossil.

And just when I thought the corniness couldn’t end, in comes a riddle from Alfonso.

Okay, time for the moment you lovebirds have been waiting for.

Isabelle, I’m a single, childless loser. I see June as a hot, sweaty mess of a month that should be spent in front of the air conditioner.

Harvey being his usual existential funny dog self.

Might need kind of a favor = Bail my ass out

How...What? Harvey, you really need to lay off the chronic.

As soon as you land on Harv’s island, you get to see some familiar faces.

Your job is to take anniversary shots of Reese and Cyrus.

Two alpacas extremely in love.

Okay, I’ll agree with you on that Harv.

But get a load at my boy and why he screwed the pooch on this job.

I feel like Harvey and Leif smoked all of our gathered weeds and got on an ultimate high from 4/20 to now.

*snorts*

Okay dude, take your munchies outside while I work on the magic.

So basically you come back day after day to take a picture of either their wedding ceremony or wedding reception.

Decorate the hell out of the room with the special event items that Cyrus made.

And usually the last picture you take, Reese will judge and determine how many heart crystals you get (+ an item from the wedding set). Make sure you do as she says or you won’t get as many heart crystals. You’ll need them.

You can trade the heart crystals Reese gives you to Cyrus for some primo wedding items including clothes, chairs, pipe organ, candles, etc.

After a few sessions, Reese will want to change things up where she’ll want an chic or garden wedding set.

And after a few sessions, you’ll get a special moment where you can invite island members and even Harv and Wilbur for the big wedding reception party.

After a few words from the blushing bride before we get down to partying.

Okay, that’s gotta be my favorite shot of all my Bob and Raymond shenanigans.

Sploosh.

After you did just about everything for Reese and Cyrus, you get a photo plate of the couple.

As seen here.

Harvey gets one too.

*snorts* The most real moment of Harv right here!

Don’t think I forgot about all the fun we can have with these shots.

I saw some very creative shots on Twitter including the wedding turning into a funeral, a wedding reception in Hell, and interesting one involving a game show.

Me?

I can’t help but dig through the trash.

Cyrus: What the flying pig? Reese, put on your glasses, that’s not me. Those are tires!

Reese: CYRUS! We’re getting married in five minutes! Wake up and wipe yourself!

Happy Wedding Month everyone!

It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

I’m still quite proud of that shot.

Okay enough of the alpaca romance!

My cherie amour, lovely as a summer's day

My cherie amour, distant as the Milky Way

My cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore

You're the only girl my heart beats for How I wish that you were mine

ARTSTUDENT WEDDING! I MADE IT HAPPEN!

For the 938,384th time.

Okay, now for something more Pride Month oriented.

Because a sploosh in Raymond’s face means you’ll marry Bob.

WE’RE SUPER, THANKS FOR ASKING!

All things considered, it couldn’t be better we must say

We’re super, no nothing bugs us!

Everything is super when you’re, don’t you think I look good in this dress?!

Okay, I think this’ll be my last shit-post for Animal Crossing for a while. In the meantime, I might resurrect my Pokemon Sword/Shield plays since the expansion package comes out in a few days.

To be continued one day.

#animal crosing new horizons #Reese #cyrus #raymond #blathers #isabelle #harvey

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miraculousmumma · 5 years

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Love square alphabet ask! I am debating between Out of the Ordinary, Random, and Vulnerable, and I legit don't know which square side I want, so surprise me? :D?

Oh these are good ones! I’ll try do what I did with the previous ask and cover all four sides in an established relationship post reveal scenario! Hope you like it!

O = Out of the Ordinary(What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

I mentioned it before but during and post an akuma attack Ladybug is still all business. She just can’t shake the responsibility and feeling she needs to get away before her transformation wears off. She still prefers to do this without Chat Noir present. Old habits die hard.

Chat Noir feels so at home in his own skin (tight suit) that there is nothing he wouldn’t do in front of or for his lady. Except for one thing. Getting ‘caught short’ in his suit once was quite enough to let him know that fumbling with a zipper that was actually a large bell after one too many energy drinks on a late night photoshoot wasn’t subtle. He had never been so relieved (haha) that no one was there to hear him cursing as the tinkling bell chimed his frustration and desperation.

Marinette won’t let Adrien cook, and she won’t tell him why. She adores him; he’s handsome, and sweet, smart, just plain amazing...but this boy could burn water. He brought her breakfast in bed one morning and Marinette smiled and ate what was possibly the worst meal she had ever tasted in her entire life. From that point on she promised herself that she would firstly, never let him cook again, even if it meant dragging herself from her bed every day before him to ensure he wasn’t able to let loose in the kitchen. And, secondly, that she would never tell him just how awful he really was at it.

Adrien will never let Marinette pay a bill. It doesn’t matter if she tries to pay when excusing herself to go to the bathroom, or if she insists in advance that she will at least pay her share, Adrien always somehow beats her to it. She’s pretty certain he calls in advance and hands over his card details, as he never leaves the table to do so, lavishing all his attention on her from the moment they arrive to the moment they leave.

There was also another thing Adrien had never done for Marinette. Thanks to the internet, mostly memes and ‘best boyfriend ever’ posts, he wanted to buy her sanitary products. He wasn’t embarrassed to do so, he wanted to be her knight in shining armor...what he wasn’t expecting was the absolutely extensive range of products he was confronted with. He tried calling Alya, wondering if Marinette had a preferred brand, style, shape, type, flow rate...that’s a thing?! In the end, he got help from the store clerk, bought one of everything to have delivered that afternoon, and a couple of extra things to boot. Marinette didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when the delivery arrived. Box after box of sanitary products finished off with a large box of chocolates, a bottle of pain medication, and a bouquet of flowers.

R = Random(How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Adrien is very spontaneous, both in and out of costume. He will turn up on Marinette’s balcony with a picnic basket, surprise her with tickets to the latest Jagged Stone concert or to fashion week but always last minute. Sometimes he will simply pick her up without letting her know where they were going, once even ending up in Italy for pizza because nothing is too good for his princess. His opportunity to be spontaneous when she is Ladybug, however, is a little more difficult. At least once a month though he will try and set them up a sunset picnic at the top of the Eiffel Tower for after patrol.

Ladybug is all business, even after the reveal, even after they get together. The suits are for emergency use and patrols only, not for galavanting about like two lovebirds...which is why Adrien was absolutely amazed when she tapped on his bedroom window one night and invited him out for a yo-yo around town. He was even more surprised when she dropped down in the middle of a shoot, insisting he needed to be taken to safety. There was no akuma attack, Ladybug just hadn’t seen her busy boyfriend in a couple of days and was having withdrawal.

As for Marinette though? She doesn’t go for grand spontaneous gestures, hers are more subtle but mean the world to Adrien just the same. Sometimes he would find a note from her in his bag, telling him to ‘slay’ with a doodle of a ladybug and a selection of kisses. She made him cakes, crocheted little amigurumi keyrings (he has quite a selection hanging off his bag now, to the point he began a new trend), and her texts? The girl may be shy and still stumble over her words, but in a text she’s very articulate and sometimes downright suggestive. Several times Adrien has found himself hot under the collar on a shoot due to the nature of their contents but, the most spontaneous she ever was, was when she sent him a very cleverly posed photograph of herself, laying on her bed and biting her lip with one shoulder strap of her vest hanging down. Adrien feigned illness and left the shoot in minutes.

V = Vulnerable(How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

These two trust one another 100%. They trust one another more than they trust themselves. This lets them be completely open with the other, able to express anything and knowing they will still have their backs.

Adrien finds it harder, coming from such a strict and unloving home (just gonna say, I fricking hate you, Gabri-douche), and the first time he breaks down he apologises repeatedly while trying to make himself stop. It was Mother’s Day and all it did was remind him that his was gone and he had no idea how or why. When the tears wouldn’t stop he took himself off as Chat Noir, hiding away on top of Notre Dame, but Ladybug knew just where to find him. She sat behind him with her legs either side of his hips, curved her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his back. In just minutes Adrien was able to calm down enough to tell her everything; how he felt, which days were worse, and she listened intently, never once telling him to pull himself together. In fact, the most she spoke was when she told him he had no need to keep apologising. She would listen to him for a thousand years and a thousand more if that was what he needed.

Marinette wants to be perfect. Adrien is perfect, he deserves the perfect girlfriend, which means for a long time Marinette won’t let her guard down. She has complete and total faith in him, but not in herself. She might embarrass him, she might do something the press doesn’t like, what if Gabriel hates her? The list went on. It took some time but eventually, she relaxed. She knew she wasn’t perfect and Adrien made sure she knew that didn’t matter to him. He loved her for who she was.

Ladybug doesn’t like showing her vulnerable side. She’s the hero of Paris and as such, she prefers to be cool, calm and collected at all time. It doesn’t mean she is, but she tries. And in those times where she can’t remain in control, she knows her partner will be there for her; with a witty pun, a kind word, or a flirtatious wink that helps her see the bigger picture.

Sorry if there are any typos! It’s 1am and I’m tired out so I’m heading to bed! Thanks for asking!

SFW A-Z ASKS!

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theresconfettieverywherehelp · 5 years

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I found an old document of one of my WIPs from when I was, like, 12... Cringe with me.

Take these snippets and cry with me...

My name is Lilly Pond, and I'm 16 years old. And my hair is naturally velvet, so I don’t want anyone to try messing with me on that.

Hello, sassy exposition.

He's actually quite handy with them to be honest.

I mean, honestly, if I’m being honest right now, really, like, actually.

Food, water, clothing, medicine, and a bunch of other stuff fills three fifths of one bag. I fill the rest of it with my guns. I fill the other duffel bag with guns as well. I grab as many guns as I can and stuff them into my pockets, bra, shoes, belt, one between my teeth, and two in my hands.

She... really liked guns....

"Tucker, based off of every zombie movie ever, random acts of helpfulness aren't good. Plus, you're blonde. The blonde girl always dies first."

Because that is a fact that I definitely looked up.

"Okay, okay. Just take these with you.” I grab two guns from my pocket and hand them to Tucker.

More guns.

I start rummaging through my bag."I brought food, water, my medicine, money, all of my guns-." "All of your guns?" Tucker interrupts. "The whole back room." "Damn..." Dave looks back. "Why would you bring money? It's kind of the apocalypse right now." I shrug. I hand Army Guy two guns. "Enjoy."

Even more guns.

I go behind the counter and stuff a bunch of medicine and medical things into some reusable bags.

“Medicine and medical things”... at least I had standards about the bags she used..?

"Tally ho! Off to the base!" I say in a terrible British accent. "Where's Army Guy?" Dave looks at me and says,"In the back space ." I look into the trunk space and see Army Guy staring into space.

I think this guy had several concussions at this point and throwing him in the trunk wasn’t the best idea.

He snatches the weed from my hand and throws it out of the window. Tucker looks at him in astonishment.

Being drug-free gets you all the ladies. Also, wasteful, dude.

"There's the possibility we might die. If I'm gonna die in this car, I want to die next to someone I care about."

Most of is dialogue is already pretty corny, imagine if he was the protagonist.

I get out and climb into the driver's seat. I look into the back and see Dave's head on Tucker's lap."You guys know you look adorable, right?" Dave glares at me."Shut the fuck up Lilly!" I stick my tongue out at him and start driving.

Ah, the joys of youth. How I envy you.

Tucker shrugs and we engage in a conversation about owls.

Owls.

"I'll go with Tucker,"Dave says immediately.

Can you hide your raging love a little better, Dave?

"Common, Army Guy. Let's leave the pretty lovebirds alone." I skip away before anyone can say anything. I faintly hear Army Guy say,"Army Guy..? Whatever." He follows up behind me.

Common and C’mon are not synonymous and I realize that now. But hey! I was consistent with the fact that Dan didn’t know that Lilly was referring to him as “Army Guy” this whole time!

"This way, miss." "My name is Lilly." "Then, this way, Lilly."

I don’t know why, but this cracks me up.

"I'm gonna go do some shooting practice," I say to particularly nobody because I'm standing by myself.

At least she’s aware..?

"So, what's your name?" I ask as he walks in. "My name's Sonic Boom, but you can call me Sonic."

HHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... @sonicboommlp This. This is the most painful thing I have ever written with the intention of publishing. I know I was, like, 12 or 13 at the time, but Christ.

"Here you go." I turn to him and hand him two guns. "Um... thanks..?" "Do you know how to shoot?" "No... But I'm really fast on my feet!" "Okay, and keep the guns. I give everyone guns for no apparent reason." "Oh, that makes me feel so much better." Don't be an asshole, Sonic. I have guns. So many guns.

More guns???

"Hm. Crap Flavored MREs, Shit Flavored MREs... Oh! These Puns Are Getting You Nowhere MREs!"

*slaps knee*

We finish breakfast; which tasted like crap, by the way.

*S L A P S K N E E*

I sit down and the view is incredible-I mean, if hell on earth is incredible, this counts.

I just like this line.

I sigh and look up at the clouds. At least the sky is still there; at least the sky won't change for a while.

I like this line, too. A lot of these lines are trying to be #deep and I don’t know how I feel about this...

When I get to the ground, I feel bored. I go over to the back and start shooting at some zombies behind the gate. Pow! Pow! Pow! Guns are fucking awesome.

MORE GUNS. Also, ammo isn’t a finite resource..?

Next: Why the fuck did I pass out? I'll answer that question with a full nerd moment. Have you ever hyperventilated? Don't answer that. Well, when you hyperventilate, it is when you're breathing at a very fast rate, usually out of nervousness or (in my case) panic. This can cause a bit of disfunction in the lungs called 'Respiratory Alkalosis'. With that there's dizziness (check), tingling in lips, hands, or feet, headache (double check), weakness (triple check), fainting (I'm out of checks), and seizures (I don't know if I check this one, I'll ask Sonic later).

Aaaaand I didn’t know how panic attacks worked and literally looked up something called “Respiratory Alkalosis” because Queen Exposition wanted some semblance of facts??

Did I mention that the original concept for this story was based off of a zombie rp from 2012-ish?

So much about this story has changed over the years... Nowadays, they all have guns! Democracy! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

#writeblr #spilled words #theresconfettieverywherehelp #sonicboommlp #i know series #burn it with fire #i present words #sonicboommlp what have we done??#lillian pondala #tucker evergreen #david rider #dan cal #sonic boom #hhhhhhhhhhhhh #regrets

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helstrome · 6 years

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Christmas with NCT (1)

I feel like I didn’t do much here the past few days… I have a problem with my eyes and I lost my glasses so :/ I’ll have the new one ready by Friday smh but anyway!!! Happy holiday!!! I hope you can enjoy this too… somehow…

Taeil

• Played guitar all night long and serenade you your favourite songs!!

• Kept you under his arms when you both snuggled up to watch the same movies being played on tv every year… laughing your heads off to the classic Home Alone series

• Made weird puns and super old dad jokes about Christmas things that you rolled your eyes on;;; but secretly love because it’s…. Taeil

• Diligently bought gifts for the members following your little suggestions;; while making sure they would like it

• Wore the ugliest dad sweater you’ve ever seen,,,, and made you wear one with him

• Cupped your cheeks with his warmed palms when he saw your lips looking a little pale from the cold

• Proudly cooked you his mother’s kimchi stew for dinner;; and it surprisingly taste good to your liking

• Got emotional from remembering it was the 3rd Christmas he got to spend with you;;; and he wants a lot more Christmas together with you for years to come

Johnny

• Helped you decorate the tree

• Especially with the higher part where only giants can reach

• Made you coffee to drink together in front of the fireplace while cuddling

• Or while having a marathon of your favourite holiday movies!!

• Wore matching sweaters and socks with you because he couldn’t afford to break traditions (they sadly don’t make one with those cutely separated toes for giant feet)

• Bought you a lot of presents;; ranging from a big box to a small one

• Where a pretty necklace laid inside the small velvety one and he told you to open it last!

• Put it around your neck;; warm fingers grazing your skin while his mouth whispered ‘Merry Christmas’ in your ear and he gave you a smooch on your cheek~

Taeyong

• Invited you (and insisted!!!) to cook with him

• And bake stuff too;; even though you weren’t very sure if he’d done it before

• At least it didn’t turn out horrible so you can still give it to the dreamies;;

• Gave you an ugly but snuggly sweater and santa’s hat to make you look like a couple!!

• But it looked good on him;;; the world is indeed unfair

• Took pictures outside with his long abandoned Polaroid;; you made snowman together and took a shot of it, also took pictures of each other

• Decorated the photos and wrote your wishes for each other behind it

• Spent the night cuddling under the blankets because it was freezing

• While watching the snowfall outside the window;; talking about nothing and everything until you both drift off to sleep

Yuta

• Festive spirit Yuta means Cheesy Yuta!!

• You both dressed in matching Christmas-themed outfits and went on a date downtown!

• Visited cute cafes and ate delicious cake in the afternoon

• Got complimented for being a very pretty and adorable lovebirds by an elderly couple and a street snack vendor auntie;;; Yuta proudly bragged about you to them while smiling widely

• Stopped by an animal shelter and he surprised you by saying his Christmas gift for you was to adopt a pet;;;

• You picked a cute brown poodle pup who likes Yuta a lot and kept licking his hand

• Of course you had to go back to introduce your new pup to your place;; and after playing with it for a while Yuta told you to clean up and dress nicely for dinner

• He had a reservation at a very nice restaurant for a special Christmas dinner with you;; he had called to book a long time ago for the occasion

• He took your hands in his after dessert and stared into your eyes;; saying he was glad he could spent his Christmas with you even though he’s away from home,, you made it just as warm

Doyoung

• Would battle your voices out over the classic must-played Christmas songs like;;; starting two weeks before the d-day

• Asked you directly about what you want for a gift because he had no idea what to get and he felt like it would be such a waste if you didn’t like the gift in the end

• Fussed over Christmas shopping and wanted to do it immediately before the shops become crowded and uncomfortable

• Furthermore because you!!! And the dreamies!!! Have to get the nicest presents available!!! Typical mom Doyoung;;;

• Spent the night having dinner inside,, you busied yourself unwrapping gifts because he decided to give you not only one;; he couldn’t think of anything to be eliminated from the category of perfect gifts for you so why not just give you all of it

• Pointing towards your abundant gifts under the not-so-big Christmas tree with indifferent voice tone but his eyes sparkled in curiosity for your reaction;;

• You gathered your presents in your arms and gave him a smooch on his lips,, thanking him for all the gifts

• The tip of his ears got really red;; but quickly vanished when he opened the box you gave him and found a bunny doll inside making him whine extra loud,, started spewing comments about how nice he was being and how he shouldn’t have done that

• You laughed at the fuming bunny and pointed to another box under the tree instead, telling him it’s the actual gift

• Let’s just say he treated you like a princess for the rest of the evening for giving him what he had wanted for so long;;; he knew that’s exactly the reason why you’re his girlfriend afterall~

Ten

• Begged you to wear the reindeer headbands he prepared for the both of you with his sparkly eyes

• You hesitated;;; because you were going to go to the crowded mall to shop for gifts

• But of course you couldn’t resist his pearly white smile and adorable whines,,, you both sporting matching antlers with your red sweater and his green one

• A lot of kids glanced at your direction because they thought you’re some kind of Santa’s helpers;; Ten was happy to receive the attentions and he walked confidently with your right hand entangled with his left one,,, the other hand he used to wave excitedly to the kiddos

• Bought you your favourite ice cream since what is cold you both have no idea;;; every day is a perfect ice cream day (even though the temperature outside could freeze your brains)

• Queued along together with a lot of people to write your wishes to Santa and hung it up on the giant tree inside the mall!!

• Took stupid selcas with the Christmas-themed property;; you got an ugly picture of him making funny faces wearing Rudolph’s nose

• Had a playlist entirely dedicated to Christmas (which is normal…. until he actually started playing it when the clock hit 00:00 at December 1st)

• (And hasn’t stopped since then…. probably until the end of the year)

Jaehyun

• Absolutely didn’t want to be far from you;;; clingy Jaehyun is life

• His excuses being the cold while his body was radiating warmth all over

• Also he wore fuzzy sweater and cute coloured socks with cartoon animal patterns on it

• You didn’t try to deny because all you want most of the time is to cuddle with him

• Cooked special Christmas dinner with you!!! Him being the little snake he is,,, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind;; turning you around and pressing little kisses all over your face

• Almost lifted you up to the counter if you didn’t stop his advances;;; Jae please

• He just !!!!! grinned cheekily giving you his heavenly dimples to run away from your scolding

• Made you hot chocolate with his special recipe (which was just… adding marshmallows and a bit of cinnamon)

• His favourite part of the day was the cuddle session (again) after dinner where you both were full and contented;;; feeling warm just to get even warmer by hugging each other close,, your head on his chest while he played with your hair;; sometimes humming songs, or talking to himself about how lucky he is to have you and how precious you are to him

Sicheng

• Texted you his plan about taking you out on a date to this really nice Chinese restaurant he tried some time ago with the members

• His eyes lit up and he got very very excited when he opened the door and saw you standing behind it!!!

• He was like let’s go!!!! I know it’s for dinner but maybe we can walk around beforehand~ I heard the town is pretty when it’s holiday season!!

• Fixed your scarf so it covers your neck and your mouth;;; making you laugh because he wouldn’t hear you talk if it’s muffled by the scarf,,, he laughed it off shyly pinching your reddened nose

• Filled your stomachs with street snacks and took a walk around;; admiring the Christmas decorations and the festive atmosphere all over

• Met a group of Chinese tourist who seemed kind of lost and he initiated to help by telling them the right directions because he’s confident with his native language;; being complimented of how handsome and kind he’s being

• You gave him a kiss on his cheek because you’re so proud of him for being brave to approach first and offered his help!! His face and ears got all red but there’s a permanent smile etched on his face all the way to the restaurant

• It only got bigger because you both were gonna eat his favourite hot pot and other Chinese dishes that he missed very much;; he also video called his family after dinner and both of you exchanged your good wishes from the screen

• He walked you back to your place,, saying his thank you for the wonderful day and kissed your lips as a goodbye;;; leaving you frozen in front of your door from the impact

Credits for the gifs used go to the respective owners~

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softforimjaebum · 7 years

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2. fleeting goodbyes and hasty kisses

Im Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff(?)

Author’s Note: Second in the series inspired by this post. More Jaebum feels from my own mind, but is that even surprising anymore?

First in the series: 1. sweet raspberry lemonade in the summer

terrible moodboard made by yours truly, in an extreme rush so please forgive me

Airport and goodbyes, Jaebum hated them both. He hated it even more when you were there. He hated seeing you acting strong for him, and he absolutely hated leaving you behind all alone.

How you managed to still be with him defied all his logic. Why would you want to put yourself through these temporary goodbyes every few months when you could be with someone who wasn’t leaving you like this? He was so afraid of losing you, terrified of it actually, because he knew he was never going to find anyone else that was so…good for him. And feeling insecure wasn’t something he handled very well.

But you were a constant. You loved him just the same, regardless of how long he had to leave for. In fact, you rejected the idea of him settling down to do something else; knowing better than anyone else that his passion for music shouldn’t just be settling down somewhere. You knew his talents and his passion deserved to soar high in the sky and you weren’t going to be the one who he left it all for.

Jaebum always told everyone who knew about the two of you that the relationship only survived as long as it had because you were such a stubborn little girl. He knew if it was left to him, he would either quit his passion or quit the relationship. But you somehow managed to be headstrong about him pursuing both. And he was beyond grateful for it.

You always maintained that he downplayed his own role in your relationship working out. It was a long time ago when the two of you had sat down and you had made it clear to Jaebum that you weren’t letting him cop out on his music and neither were you letting him cop out on your relationship because of it. And he had followed through. On a very rare occasion would Jaebum get fed up of it all and confess to your about quitting his career, because he said he couldn’t live a life if you weren’t a part of it. On those occasions, you simply had to remind him that he probably couldn’t live a life without his music and his best friends either.

Knowing that he was leaving that support behind made everything that much worse. A lot of the times you couldn’t come to the airport, owing to the fans that were a constant throughout their boarding process. That sucked, but at least he didn’t have to see you waiving at them, bidding them goodbye for the next however many weeks. On the rare occasions that you did make it to the airport, your goodbyes would have to be confined to V.I.P lounges and even there it would always be under prying eyes.

He couldn’t kiss you goodbye at the airport. Your kiss goodbye would have to be at your apartment a couple of nights ago, or if the two of you were lucky enough, the night before he left. He couldn’t hold your hand, couldn’t hug you for longer than seconds he had to remember to count in his head. You see even in private lounges, you never knew whose prying eyes would recognise him, or one of the other boys, and proceed to click a picture of you. He knew that once your face was out to the world, they wouldn’t leave you alone. Most of his fans would behave themselves, keep the poking around about your life at a minimum human curiosity, but he knew those weren’t the only fans.

Jaebum was aware of the consequences of his lifestyle, he just didn’t like that those consequences now applied to you without your consent of it.

You were at the airport today, yet another tour was starting and Jaebum felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t want to leave you, but another part of his life was waiting. His manager was talking to him about something related to their passports but Jaebum couldn’t focus. You were talking to Jackson and Mark, giggling at yet another terrible pun Mark made; you found them adorable. He was a secret pun admirer, or he used to be before you came into his life. But he wasn’t even focused on the pun right now, he was just focused on you.

His heart tugged painfully at the thought of saying goodbye to you for two months this time. It was too long to spend apart, especially when he was going to be on the exact opposite time zone as yours. He kept thinking about the things he would miss about you, kept realising he would miss everything about you; the way you snuggled into him every chance you got, the way you always understood when he needed his space, the way you let him snuggle into you when he needed it, the way you looked at him like he was everything you wished for.

“You obviously seemed distracted, so I will take care of everything. Just…get your head in this, Jaebum” his manager suddenly said to him, making his attention snap back to the woman in front of him.

His manager didn’t look angry, like he had expected. She just looked empathetic, probably realising where his mind was.

“I-yeah. I’m sorry” he said to her. She nodded once, and left him alone.

If he was honest, he wasn’t sure how he was going to get his head in the game. How could he concentrate on anything fully when his heart was being left waving him goodbye in this airport?

He made his way towards where you were, Yugyeom now having joined in the chat. Your back was towards him, and he took you by surprise when he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you towards him when he got near you.

The rest of his members laughed, Jackson raising his eyebrows at them before teasing, “Look who’s being needy again”

He smiled back at Jackson, he didn’t mind being called needy when it came to you. It was a welcome fact.

Jaebum turned you to face him, hearing Mark telling the others to ‘give these lovebirds some space’ before they were all off to where Bambam, Jinyoung and Youngjae were sitting across the room.

“You’re being awfully touchy today” you noticed, causing Jaebum to shrug in response.

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re never touchy in public. What do you need?”

It was an inside joke because Jaebum and you that he did things he wouldn’t normally be caught dead doing of his own accord, like being cute or being touchy in public, if he wanted to convince you to do something for him.

“I’m going to miss you” Jaebum confessed. His heart sinking even further, if that was possible as he realised he only had a couple of more minutes with you.

You let your hands lightly caress his arms before looking up at him, your eyes betraying the smile that played on your lips.

“I’ll miss you too baby”

You knew better than to lean up to kiss him, even if that was all you wanted to do. You had to remember you were in public, even if it was apparently a private lounge.

Jaebum’s grip tightened on you. You knew he was upset about leaving this time, it was a month long Japanese tour, before they went to the States for another month and a half straight from Japan. It was one of the longest tours GOT7 had ever done, and you were so proud of all of them. But you were human too, so of course being away from Jaebum for that long made you a little upset. However it made you feel, you were also adamant on not letting him see that. Seeing you upset would only make things worse for Jaebum.

They heard the announcement that their flight would start boarding soon, and a wave of panic hit Jaebum. That’s when he thought of an idea.

“Let me bring you out to America this time” Jaebum said, his voice strung tight. He was trying not to cry, he couldn’t do that in front of his staff and his members. None of them would want to see him being a mess, a tour this long was difficult on everyone in their own ways. And their leader couldn’t let his own difficulties show.

“Babe-”

“Please” he interrupted, his voice sounding smaller by the minute.

You had told Jaebum long ago that you couldn’t visit him on tour. You didn’t earn nearly enough to be able to afford your own life if you went and brought a round trip airfare to America to go visit him, or any other country for that matter. You would have to empty out all your savings to be able to afford it, and Jaebum was opposed to that.

He wanted to bring you out to at least one of the many beautiful cities they toured in, he definitely earned more than enough to at least pay for your airfare; but you had made it clear that it would be a day when hell freezes over that you would let him shell out so much money on you.

But this time, he had to try. You thought over it for a minute, Jaebum was desperate to make you agree to this before he left.

“Look, please, just come out to L.A. Its one of our first stops in the States, and we’re staying there an extra couple of days for Mark anyway.” he pleaded. “I don’t think I’ll be able to survive the entire time without seeing you”

“Okay” you said. “But you should know I am only doing this because you look like a pouty baby”

Jaebum smiled wider than you had seen him smile these last couple of days. He hated being called a pouty baby, even when he was being one. But this time, it didn’t matter to him in the least. You were agreeing to let him do this, and that was all he could concentrate on.

“Whatever reason works for you, works for me too” he said.

A voice behind you distracted both of you.

“Okay, let’s go guys. They’re starting the business class boarding now” their manager announced, shooting a sharp look to Jaebum. He always took the longest to leave the lounge when you were around.

The guys came running to you, engulfing you in quick goodbye hugs.

Jaebum was the last in line. He gave you a hug, his happiness at you agreeing to his idea evident in the way his body was less tense around yours.

“I’ll see you soon” he said, letting you go.

“Have a safe trip, I love you” you said, your thumb caressing his back of his hand that you were still holding onto.

He took a quick look around, confusing you, before he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips. You barely got any time to respond before he was letting up.

“I love you too” he grinned at you before the two of you heard a shrill call of Jaebum’s name from behind him.

His manager was so done with you lovebirds.

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stonestridernerd · 6 years

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Well, @shuuhuu is a supportive sweetheart, constantly sending asks! I may be slow when it comes to answering them, but I love seeing them in my inbox. Of course, their characters are also beautifully written and I love their detailed writing.

I’m amazed by how much quality writing @unabashedrebel can juggle. He’s responds to all these RPs in a timely manner, while still finding time to write stories on the side. All of which are beautifully written, with engaging dialogue and vivid scenery.

I know I’ve said this over and over again, but I adore @koszmar-zycie. He helped me first branch out and start RPing here nearly a year ago. The threads we do are among my favorites, whether it’s Kuina and Xiuying flirting or Koszmar and Kennocha talking about life.

@heroya-of-the-warsong is also an amazing person. I’ve enjoyed our RPs, as their characters all have fascinating stories. Yet that speaks nothing of them OoC, as the conversations we’ve had have been wonderful highlights of my playtime. Finally, I still fangirl when I see their art. Heck, I still have her work of Kennocha saved as my phone background, as it’s a gorgeous piece that reminds me of the awesome people I’ve meet here.

Speaking of artists, @peachykaty has some of my favorite works here. In addition, it’s been a delight RPing with her characters, and occasionally writing for them. She has such a wide cast of varying characters and personalities she jumps from that it still amazes me how she balances them all.

@dravatti is also a fantastic artist. They produced some of my absolute favorite Inktober pieces, ranging from tauren beauties and troll priests to aurin darlings and elven warriors. I don’t know how to properly explain the style or colors, but I get excited seeing it.

Of course, there’s an amazing troll artist here as well. @potionmaster-kiefeon is wonderful to see, whether it’s in the city RPing or here showing off another sketch. I freaking adore her character design and get so excited when I see an update from her.

@kuzi-the-hunturr also ranks here. Whether it’s her Sims AU, art, or asks, I’m delighted to see her run across my notifications. She’s sent in some of the most thought provoking asks to me, whether to Kennocha, Winoa, or Kij’aza. Heck, the story prompt she sent to me is turning out to be a gloriously fun challenge to write. I’ve got the whole thing outlined so far, but I’m still trying to figure out how to properly write it to honour her sources.

While we’re on trolls though, I consider @leahdarkspear to be a linchpin in the community. She connects so many troll RPers, no matter if here or in her guild. Leah is fun to see drawn out and written about. I’m still so happy that I was able to RP in one of her events.

Among the first people I followed on tumblr was @zookeeper-cielsy. Whether her character if focused on baking, fishing, or zoology reports, I love reading what the traveling elf is up to. The detail they put into their work, whether writings, aesthetics, or art; is incredible.

I need to catch up with @squadron-of-damned‘s characters. I can’t imagine the work it’s taken them to write and draw their comic, but it’s surely worth it. I love watching their characters go on their adventures, as well as seeing the little details of love they put into the work, such as the different penmanships for different characters.

I actively read @curiouscodex‘s threads. No matter who they’re with, I’m assured that I’ll reach the last update with a smile on my face. His characters are just so charming and delightful to read. In addition, he’s also mentioned interesting headcannons about Kaldorei astrology, which have been fun to research for my night elf.

Of course, @belillinafireseeker has been fun to RP with. Watching Winoa and Bella interact is a pleasure, whether the former is defending the elf from a horde of bunnies or simply playing a game. OoC, she’s also a shy darling that I need to speak more with.

My first interactions with @leavenohoofprints left an impact on me. See, one of her first messages in my inbox was a glorious pun, followed months later by an answered prompt full of them. Along with enjoying her wordplay, I adore her aesthetics and style of writing.

@magemoraluna is another draenei darling I adore. Just last night, I was up rereading her latest stories as a moment of realization dawned on me about her mage. They offer an interesting perspective with her journal entries, along with her various RPs. While I haven’t talked with her much, I admire her kindness and thoughtful writing.

There’s also @puppet-master-jihye. I adore how she writes Jih’s often...unusual perspective through song, conveying the melody through the screen. The imagery she provokes is incredible. You can tell the writer spends a lot of time preparing these tales, thoughtfully piecing together works of art.

Another supportive person is @viceofalltrades. I love going through their writing, as the character is an oddly enchanting one. In addition, they are amazingly supportive, constantly liking not only my work, but others as well.

@patiencekindnesscourage is yet another encouraging person here. Though I don’t know much about their character, I love seeing them come across my dash or chat with others OoC. They are just so kind and considerate, that while their username certainly displays these characteristics, you’re not quite ready for how supportive they are.

And how can I not mention @nesuna-nightwinter? The darling is the type of person to cheer on everyone they follow, constantly cheering on artists, aesthetic blogs, and writers alike. They inspire me to be kinder to others, as well as having been one of the biggest inspirations to take a leap of faith and start RPing a Kaldorei.

Among my favorite ships in RP is between @musingsofamute and @petra-gampre. The two are absolutely adorable. Reading them together is sure to ultimately end in me at least sporting a dorky ‘look at those lovebirds go’ grin. Even when they interact with other people, their characters are just so darling.

@discipleofhethiss has some of my favorite aesthetics, as the collections are gorgeously shot and varied. They have good taste. While I don’t know much about their character, I’m quite interested based on what I currently know and what’s implied.

I don’t interact terribly much with @feelmyrayne, but I’ve had some amazing RP with them. Their characters are well written and a delight to watch interact. I’m not quite sure what to say about what’s been going on with them, but I root for them and pray for things to get better. They deserve all the love.

@kelzthalassunwhisper is also an incredible person. Encouraging dragon RP, they ooze passion and love for their craft. I’ve had a lot of fun roleplaying with them on discord, as well as chat OoC. In addition, I’m still not over her dragonsworn contest, which was amazing to participate in.

There’s also the elven wonder that is @tanefrun. I love reading the tales of the young Kaldorei hunter, as seeing her go on her adventures is a delightful change of pace. Normally, elves are seen and played as these ancient figures, but she turns them inside out when she goes on the young and eager Tanefrun. I’d love to RP with her on Rowan someday....

OoC, I’ve had the delight of speaking to @orland-and-friends / @bloop-bot. The conversations are a nice change of pace from my usual talks with others. I can’t thank them enough for letting off some steam and making them think about other points of view I wouldn’t have thought of otherwise.

I’ve also had the pleasure of talking with @thenotsolittlelady. Their art is also incredible, but I mostly remember them for our casual conversations. When I was freaking out about everything last year, they helped me take a deep breath and take about other things. Thank you.

@nakpunchcow- I haven’t interacted with you much, so I was quite surprised when you sent me that message after an off post. The stress felt it was killing me at that point, so I wrote something to get it off my chest. I was planning on burying those words under other posts, so seeing you message me was both unnerving and encouraging. I still don’t really know what to say to you, but thank you for the reminder that I’m not alone.

@asharri has many wonderfully interesting characters. The aesthetics and writing are on point, as well as their support of other blogs including myself. They’re a delight to see come across my dash, as their content is simply incredible.

Finally, there’s fellow Shu’halo RPer, @fuzzymigglet. I haven’t interacted much with you, but I remember Winoa seeing you preform in game at this server event (I can’t remember the name of the event or what guild was hosting it, but it was at the Temple of the Jade Serpent). That was beautifully emoted, so when I found out you had a tumblr, I was so pumped.

Welp, this took 2 hours to compile, but thank you for letting me share these anon!

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confused-stars · 6 years

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Light of the Seven - Chapter Five: A little slice of happiness

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Taako was making breakfast. Waffles. Crêpes. Eggs Benedict. The full deal.

Food was his and Lup's way to pay each other back when the other did nice things for them. And Lup making sure he ate after last Thursday's shift only made it logical that Taako would be the one to make breakfast today.

Lup and Barry had been out for date night last night, not for work, but Barry looked just as tired as he would be been if he'd caught a mafia boss the night before.

He didn't even react to Taako standing in the kitchen when he walked in around 8:30, aside from humming appreciatively when Taako turned and pressed a cup of coffee into his hands. A shitload of milk and no sugar. Pretty much the exact opposite of how Lup liked it.

"Mornin', Barold. Have a nice night?" Taako smirked at him. He'd shared an apartment with Lup up until six years ago, and that meant he was more than well informed about how the end of date night usually went. No wonder dear Barold was as tired as he was.

Barry glared at him and made a noncommital noise. The shower got turned on and Taako could hear Lup's muffled singing from the bathroom. She was the morning person to balance out him and Barry. If Taako wasn't so used so it and Barry wasn't so incredibly in love with her, it would be annoying to both of them.

Now though, Taako was actually awake. Well, he'd already had his coffee at home, after all. He wouldn't have left his apartment without at least one cup.

Taako hummed along with Lup's singing and pulled the fridge open. "You guys have any orange juice?"

Barry's head raised from the table he'd been resting it on and he yawned. "I'll ask, gimme a sec." He got up and walked over to the bathroom wall, putting his hands against it and pushing his head right through. There was a scream. Then: "Stop screaming, it's me! Are we out of orange juice?"

Barry pulled his head back over and frowned at Taako who was doubled over laughing, clutching the counter to keep himself up.

"Fuck, Barry! Does that... does that count as using your powers for good?"

Barry looked slightly sheepish as he waited for Taako to calm down. "Guess I should've used the door. She never freaks out when I just pull back the curtain and hop in."

Taako threw a handful of flour at him. "Too much information, Bluejeans."

"You've seen and heard worse!" Lup called from where she was emerging from the bathroom, hair sopping wet and wrapped in a bathrobe on top of the pajamas she'd apparently just slipped back into. She walked over to give Barry a kiss on the cheek as he wiped the flour off his glasses.

"Smells amazing, Gandalf," she said, leaning in to pick at the pile of hot waffles.

Taako slapped her hand away. "Wait 'til I set the table, you animal." He'd long given up on making her stop with the wizard nicknames. It was slightly harder to come up with fire based nicknames, honestly. Most of them just sounded too cool to work for teasing.

Barry hurried to set the table instead as Taako taste tested the eggs and nodded to himself, holding out the spoon for Lup.

She tried a bite and frowned in concentration for a moment, then grinned widely. "Perfect, bro. As always."

"Of course it is." Taako huffed, pretending that he didn't need Lup's approval. She just laughed.

Famous chef or not, if Lup didn't think a dish was good, it wasn't good enough for Taako either. Everyone knew that.

"So, what's up today? Any plans?" Taako asked, setting down the waffles and eggs on the table.

He took a seat next to Barry who was still moving a little slow as if not fully awake yet. He should be, after that quick trip to the shower. His hair was still wet.

Lup's, too, but she was already using one hand to blow dry it with a gust of hot air, and the other to shovel waffles into her mouth.

It was nice, Taako thought as he transformed his orange juice into go-gurt, to use their powers this casually around each other when they had to hide them from everyone else. They didn't need to know he'd been aiming for chocolate milk.

It was a sleepy Sunday morning, none of them bound by work or hero stuff, and Taako called for some twin plus nerd bonding time. Lup and Barry had been dating for over nine years, almost as long as they'd all had their powers, and weirdly enough it hadn't taken Taako long to welcome Barry into their family.

He was like a brother to Taako, ugly jeans and nerd shit and all.

Once either him or Lup finally got over their awkwardness and decided to pull out the ring that both of them carried around in their pockets, Taako would start referring to Barry as a brother even outside his own head.

It was always nice to go out with both of them. No one ended up feeling like the third wheel, and Lup and Barry were such a sickeningly sweet couple that Taako couldn't even be jealous if he tried.

Sometimes Lup would be cheesy on purpose to annoy him, in true twin fashion.

Whenever he heard her use "Barry-Bear" he promised himself that if he ever ended up in a long-term relationship like that he'd be chill about it.

Until then he could only tease back.

"Oh, my beautiful Barold," he sang, hooking his arm into Barry's as they walked down the street towards the park. "It's such a delight spending this perfect Sunday with you and your handsome face! Every moment I have to be without you is a struggle!"

On Barry's other side, Lup huffed. "I do not sound like that. At all."

Barry shrugged, clearly trying not to laugh. "Well…"

Taako was prepared for the impact as Lup shoved her boyfriend right against him.

"You're not supposed to side with him! He'll only get worse if he gets encouraged!" she complained, and Taako laughed.

"Barry has been on my side this entire time, dear sister. Our evil plan is to make your life a living hell full of bad puns and surprise hugs."

Now Lup and Barry laughed along with him. Taako felt his heart swell as he looked at them. He loved his family so much. He wouldn't tell them out loud, but they knew.

When he met Lup's eyes her grin softened into a smile. She'd read his thoughts. "C'mon, let's go feed the ducks."

It was a shame Magnus wasn't here. Magnus loved ducks almost as much as he loved dogs. Maybe he just loved all animals starting with D? Taako would have to check his stance on dolphins.

But sadly, they'd all decided not to hang out outside of superhero work. Lup and Barry were dating, so they were an exception, and no one could deny Taako and Lup's relation, but the others steered clear from each other as much as they could.

That way, it would be harder to find the others should one of their identities be revealed. Lup wasn't a big fan of that arrangement, but Taako agreed with Davenport that they could never be too careful. He didn't want to put Julia in danger, for example. Or Mavis and Mookie.

Precautions needed to be taken. None of them wanted their identities to be revealed, but for some there was more to it than just their own lives. Being a superhero wasn't all helping people and being celebrated. It was dangerous as fuck, too.

None of them were almighty.

Taako's transmutation power went haywire sometimes, and it always exhausted him if he used it too much.

Lup quite literally burned herself up, and she always had to rest for a long time if she went too far with her powers, her symptoms similar to a fever.

Merle's healing powers weren't strong enough to fully heal a mortal wound, but enough to make someone last long enough to get proper help, and his plant controlling wasn't nearly as impressive in the city as it was out in the wild when he was surrounded by nature.

They all had flaws. They could be defeated, and Taako didn't want to let them forget that. Confidence was nice. Caution saved lives.

Before college, and the light, and the powers, he hadn't allowed himself to care about anyone but Lup. Now he had more or less unwillingly stumbled into this huge, warm, dorky family. And he didn't want to lose any of them.

"Hello, Sir!" Taako blinked, shaken out of his thoughts, and turned away from where Lup and Barry had amassed a whole flock of ducks and pigeons they were feeding with bird seed.

Angus McDonald, nerdy kid and amazing cook to be, was sitting under a tree close by, a book open on his lap. He waved at Taako.

Taako waved back. "Hey, Ango!" He left the two lovebirds to walk over and sit next to the little boy. Honestly, Angus was a pleasure to teach, much better than the adults he usually had in his classes. He soaked up knowledge like a sponge and tried so hard to do everything right. Sadly, he didn't seem to have much of an instinct for cooking, but they'd only had one class so far. No great cook had started that good. It was a bumpy road, full of cuts and burns and onion cutting tears, but at least Angus had the best teacher in the world.

"What'cha reading?" Taako asked, looking down at the book.

Angus smiled. "Caleb Cleveland! It's my favorite book series, about a boy my age who solves crimes!"

Adorable. Fuck.

Taako leaned his back against the tree. "You like detectives?"

People were looking over at him suspiciously, and if Taako cared any more he'd worry what this looked like to others, an adult man approaching a lone little kid in the park.

Angus didn't seem to be thinking about that at all. He grinned. "Yeah, I wanna be a detective when I grow up. Actually I-" He broke off, looking down at his lap.

Taako looked down at him, a little confused. He didn't understand kids. Angus was okay, but Taako still had trouble reading him. "I think that's a really cool career choice. You'd be catching bad guys, just like a superhero."

"Well... not quite like that." But Angus was smiling again. "Is that your sister over there?" He pointed at Lup who was laughing at a pigeon that had landed on her head.

"Actually I have never seen that woman in my entire life," Taako deadpanned, feeling a surge of pride at himself when Angus started laughing.

He sounded like an adult a lot of the time, but his laugh was high and clear like a little boy's should be. Carefree.

Alright, Taako, stop with the projecting already.

"She looks just like you, Sir, that was a bad lie," Angus said, pressing a hand to his side, a little breathless.

"She's just a dedicated fan." Taako ruffled Angus' hair. "I gotta go check on them, wouldn't want those pigeons to eat poor Barold. I'll see you in class on Thursday?"

Angus nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, Sir! I even had my grandpa buy me some less fancy clothes for the kitchen!"

Taako gave him a thumbs up. Then he looked around. "He here?"

Angus bit his lip. "Uh… no, Sir. He doesn't leave home much. I have a babysitter, but she dropped me off here so she could go watch a movie." He shrugged.

Taako nodded his understanding. Angus came from a different world than Taako, financially, but… Taako could very much relate to adults not giving a shit.

You don't have to give a shit either, his mind reminded him, You're not his family.

But Angus didn't have a Lup to cheer him up and make him feel warm inside.

Taako would give him some of that, if he could. He wasn't a particularly warm person, but food could do many things that people couldn't.

He'd make that little boy happy, even if he wouldn't be caught dead admitting that he cared.

#taz #my writing #today is a fluff day

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14. “They’re so cutewhen they’re asleep.”

“Awww”, Pattywhispered as she stood in the doorway, Abby right next to her, the researchersmiling, as well, “look at ‘em. All peaceful and in dreamland. I didn’t thinkI’d ever see Holtzy so quiet and snuggly.”

Abby nodded heragreement, already pulling out her phone; she made sure that the camerawouldn’t make sound, then took a picture, capturing the image of Erin lying onher back and Holtzmann halfway on top of her, both of them sleeping deeply,Holtzmann snoring just loud enough to have it be audible, Abby somewhat amusedto see a bit of drool trickle from the corner of her mouth and onto Erin’schest.

If anyone had told Erin a year ago that she’d shareher bed with a woman like that and let her drool on her, she would have calledthem crazy, Abby thought to herself,smiling, making sure that she had taken a good picture before she put her phoneaway.

“They’re so cutewhen they’re asleep”, she whispered to Patty, earning a bright smile and a nod,the historian holding back a snicker at what the smaller woman said next, “toobad we have to wake them up.”

She took in adeep breath, giving them a few more seconds – before she started yelling on topof her lungs, drowning out Patty’s snickering.

“RISE AND SHINELOVEBIRDS”, Abby yelled, “RISE AND SHINE!”

“Argh!” Erin letout, not quite articulate yet; Holtzmann had no such problems, shooting up intoa sitting position and yelling “SHIT”, prompting both Abby and Patty to burstout laughing.

“Okay”, Pattysaid once she had calmed down enough to talk, unperturbed by how both Erin andHoltzmann glared at her, “you two are adorable, and you know Abby and I meanthat, but… no more nightshifts for the two of you together. Clearly, you didnot stay awake all night.”

Erin blushed andcleared her throat, while Holtzmann just smirked and shrugged; Abby and Pattyshook their head in perfect unison, then let them know that breakfast was readydownstairs and left them to get ready, Erin’s blush fading as her eyes metHoltzmann’s – before they both started to giggle and fell back onto to the bedto snuggle a few more minutes, both of them agreeing that this was the best wayto start the day.

30. “Be you. No one else can.”

Ghostbusters – Fact or Fiction?

The headline hascaught Erin’s eye when she’s been out to get lunch with Abby, and it made herstomach clench; she knows that a lot of people know they are not frauds, therehave been hundreds of eyewitnesses for what happened in Times Square and thepeople of New York lit up their windows for them afterwards, spelling out messagesof love and support, she knows all this.

She knows allthis, but reading an article which speculates about all four of them beingfrauds still hurts, and while she has gotten better about her need to havepeople accept her – having true, real friends, a true family for the first time, certainly has helped with that – it stillmakes her anxieties flare.

She also knowsthat she shouldn’t read the article, that it’s only going to upset her, but shedoes it anyway; and while the article doesn’t outright call them frauds, itspeculates a bit too much for her liking, and she’s quite dismayed and upset bythe time she finishes reading.

“Oh, paper”,Holtzmann’s voice distracts her from these thoughts, and she flashes back tothe last time she heard Holtzmann say that, shortly after she’s punched thatannoying blogger guy; she’s left back then, Erin remembers, for a while, butshe’s come back, and thinking about this makes her realize that she’s notregretting that she came back, even when she has to read such things about hercolleagues and herself.

“What a dumbheadline”, the engineer says, glaring at said headline as if she could make itchange by just looking at it strictly enough, her gaze turning concerned thoughwhen she looks up at Erin again, “you didn’t read that, did you.”

“Of course I did”,Erin sighs, and Holtzmann grimaces, “they’re not outright slandering us, butthey do wonder if ghosts are real or if we made it all up. Conveniently ignoringthe eyewitness accounts from Times Square, of course.”

“Of course”,Holtzmann echoes, shaking her head before she tosses the paper back onto thedesk, “come on Er-Bear, don’t let this get to you. I know that’s easier saidthan done, but… These guys, the people who write articles like that, and who’dslander us on the internet, they’re not worth our nerves and anger.”

“I know”, Erinsays with another sigh, then corrects herself, “well, part of me knows. But…there’s another, louder part, perhaps the one which was in control when Iabandoned Abby and for such a long time after that… the part which wants to fitin, be seen as respectable, a proper scientist, as… normal and sane. And… if Ishut that part up, I’m not even sure I’ll know who I am anymore, it’s been soloud for so much of my life…”

“You’ll still beyou, even if you don’t listen to that part anymore”, Holtzmann reassures her,and is glad when she smiles weakly in reply, “and who you are is perfect, Erin,all the parts of you. If you start worrying about who you are, just… beyourself. No one else can, and it’s more than enough. Way more.”

“Thank you”,Erin says, choking up a bit, only now realizing how much she’s needed to hearthat; she reaches out to grasp Holtzmann’s hand, and when she feels theengineer’s fingers curl around hers, her doubts and troubles vanish into thinair.

Perhaps, shethinks to herself as Holtzmann finally pulls back and changes the topic byasking what Erin wants for lunch, soon, she’ll have the courage to truly beherself, and show Holtzmann that one part of her which no one has ever seenbefore.

55. “You’re a nerd.”

“I guess we won’tget any dough for this one, huh.” Holtzmann’s assessment after they took careof a baker’s ghost and he’d been fighting them by throwing ghostly loaves ofbread and donuts at them.

“Guess that wasa sweeping success.” After a ghostly cleaning lady had tried to whack them withher equally ghostly broom.

“Think we can tire him out?” During the bust of a usedcar salesman, his weapon arsenal having consisted of tire irons and wrenches.

“Well, that hita sour note.” A ghostly musician, attacking them with a guitar and withdrumsticks.

When they takeon a ghostly lumberjack who fights them with an axe and a chainsaw, they alllook at Holtzmann once he has been taken care of, but she just shrugs, andsmiles.

“I got nothing”,she then announces, and Erin raises an eyebrow; she would have thought that a lumberjackwould be quite inspiring for Holtzmann’s endless puns, but apparently, hergirlfriend has an off day.

“Well”, she thusspeaks up, not wanting the bust to end without an appropriate pun, “guess henever saw us coming.”

“Oh my God”,Holtzmann snorts, while Abby and Patty groan – here they’d been thinking thatfor once, there would be no pun, and now, Erin was starting with that, too, asif Holtz had rubbed off on her, “that was funny. And awful. And funny. You’re anerd, Gilbert.”

“Yeah, but I’myour nerd”, Erin points out, making the engineer beam brightly and nod; theyshare a brief kiss, then Holtzmann grabs the trap in which the lumberjack hasbeen stored and they had back to the firehouse, yet another job done.

#holtzbert #drabble thingy

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