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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 4 years

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Since it’s spooky season could I request how bokuto, kuroo, ushijima and iwa would react to their s/o wanting to do a couples costume with them? Tysm!💖

hi anon!! tysm for this adorable request :)

I hope you don’t mind but I did how they would react to couples costumes and what you guys would do on halloween night since I wanted some length

I wanted to squeeze this in before spooky season came to a close soooo I may or may not have put everything on pause for this hehe

I really hope you enjoy <3

(say thank you to anon for spooky season request) [¬º-°]¬

•Couples Costumes w/ Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima, + Iwaizumi•

warnings: like one cuss word

genre: fluff

characters: bokuto, kuroo, ushijima, + iwaizumi

•Bokuto•

when you brought up the idea to do a couples costume, bokuto was over the moon

with his playful nature, halloween was obviously one of his favorite holidays and being able to spend it with the person he loved made it ten times better

he was glad you were the type of person to want to go out and do things on halloween, considering many people your age had given up on the idea of halloween a long time ago

he already had a few ideas of what you two could do for a costume and so did you so after bouncing ideas off of each other, you two decided on something cute but more on the childish side

days leading up to halloween, bokuto would not shut up about how excited he was

to be honest, you found it absolutely adorable and you were pretty excited yourself so you didn't mind his rambling one bit

on the day of, bokuto and you got dressed up, grabbed some pillow cases, and ran out the door to go trick or treating

as you two ran from door to door you laughed and talked with one another, sneaking some candy you were supposed to be saving for later as you went

some parents gave you strange looks but you couldn't care less

all you were focused on in that moment was how much fun you were having with your boyfriend

having bokuto by your side made you feel just like a little kid again

he brought back the excitement and fun of halloween that had seemed to fade over the years

by the end of the night, you two had stayed out trick or treating until every house light was diminished

once you two got back to bokuto’s house, you poured both of your candy out on the floor and sorted them out

as you both ate candy, you shared stories of past halloweens and recalled memories from the current night

the next morning you two woke up with the worst stomach aches imaginable and stayed in bed and cuddled throughout the entirety of the day

it was safe to say that that halloween was definitely one to remember

•Kuroo•

kuroo loved the halloween season so when you brought up couple costumes he was all for it

however, he would only agree to dress up with you if you would fulfill his halloween request in return

it was simple really, he had been dying to take you to a haunted house during this time of year, so all you had to do was agree

this wasn't exactly your ideal situation for halloween but none the less, you told him you'd go with him

there was no way you were going to throw away the opportunity of doing a couples costume with your boyfriend

for the occasion, you two went with a scary theme for your couple costume

days leading up to halloween, kuroo would “try to get you in the mood” by coming up behind you and scaring you any chance he got

he would then tease you when you fell for his tricks

at least when you two actually got to the haunted house you were a little prepared for what was to come thanks to kuroo and his shitty scare tactics

you were still gripping onto his arm for dear life throughout the entirety of it despite that

kuroo had enjoyed watching you yelp and jump in fear but by the end of it he didn’t think you had as much fun as him and he sure as hell wasn't ready for this night to be over

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah Kuroo?”

“Wanna do one more thing before we call it a night?”

“If you drag me to another haunted house I will kill you.”

“Promise it’s not that, just get in the car and you’ll see.”

“Okay. i’m trusting you, don't mess this up.”

“You can count on me babe.”

you two got in the car and drove in the direction of god knows where

the longer you drove the more you started to realize the area

you and kuroo would come around here often to visit bokuto and akaashi, but why were you going in this direction now?

kuroo pulled into a dollar store a few minutes later,

“Okay, here’s the plan. On the count of three, we run into that store and grab every pack of toilet paper in sight. Ready?”

you didn't know what was happening but you knew it was always better to go along with whatever kuroo suggested so on the third count, you two sprinted into the store

you began to realize what your boyfriend had in mind once you pulled into bokuto’s driveway

“Are we really going to-”

“You read my mind Y/N.”

You two spent the rest of the night running around Bokuto’s yard, throwing toilet paper over everything in sight

even though your relationship was full of surprises, you wouldn’t have it any other way and this halloween night was no exception

•Ushijima•

ushijima was confused to say the least

he honestly didn’t even know why you still wanted to celebrate halloween, that was a holiday for children and their parents

you both were neither children nor parents

it took you a while to explain what people your age did for the holiday but after you did he finally understood and agreed to dress up with you

it was pretty difficult to come up with a costume for the both of you

mainly due to the fact that whenever you would give him ideas of what you two could do, he would just nod and hum in consideration

basically it was up to you to make a decision for the both of you since you couldn't exactly figure out where he stood on each of the costumes you suggested

you decided to go with something simple but cute, seeming this was the first time since childhood that ushijima would be dressing up and you didn't want to overwhelm him

when halloween night rolled around, you two had decided on dressing up and staying at your house to pass out candy while watching some halloween movies

you knew that your boyfriend definitely wasn't a party goer and probably would not enjoy walking around to different strangers houses so this seemed like a perfect solution

throughout the night the movie became background noise as more and more children rang the doorbell of your home to ask for candy

you didn't fail to notice the faint smile sketched on ushijima’s face as he studied the children’s costumes with amusement, dropping a few extra pieces of candy into each bag just to watch the smiles on their faces grow

you felt your heart grow warmer and warmer throughout the night until all the candy in the bowl had been given away

you two turned out all the lights, letting people outside know that you were no longer giving out treats

the only thing illuminating the room was the T.V.

as you two sat down on the couch and returned to the movie you snuggled up next to your boyfriend hearing his voice fill the room,

“I would not mind having kids when we are grown. Maybe we could dress them up and take them out too.”

you smiled to yourself,

“I would love that Ushi”

•Iwaizumi•

Iwaizumi thought the idea of a couples costume was pretty cheesy to be honest

but you seemed so excited at the idea of dressing up together that he couldn’t refuse

the idea ended up growing on him after you had shown him a few of the ideas you had in mind

you two decided to go with something more mature and neat, allowing to fulfill your wishes without achieving something that Iwaizumi would cringe at

Iwa didn’t usually do anything on halloween unless Oikawa dragged him to an event that the popular captain had been invited to

this year however, tooru had been appointed the job of taking his nephew out trick or treating so Iwa was free to spend the holiday with you, uninterrupted by his third wheel of a best friend

although he didn’t let it show too much, he was really excited to be able to do something with you halloween night

you didn't think Iwaizumi wanted to go trick or treating but you weren't going to let him stay at home like an old man, so naturally you had to drag him out to have some fun

and what better way to have fun than a halloween party?

Iwaizumi wasn't too fond of parties but he always seemed to have the best time with you so he didn't mind going

throughout the night you two stayed with each other, ignoring the other people around you

you talked, laughed, and snacked on candy from bowls that were scattered around the room

as the night dragged on, people talking and music blasting mixed with the sound of Iwaizumi’s heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest

you began to grow tired and tugged on Iwaizumi’s shirt signaling you were ready to go

he smiled down at your sleepy figure and grabbed your hand, guiding you to the car

as you drove you noticed Iwaizumi wasn't going in the direction of his house but you figured he was just taking a back road or something so you decided to close your eyes and enjoy the drive

you woke up to the smell of something savory, causing you to open your eyes,

“Where are we babe?”

“Figured you would be hungry when you woke up so I stopped to get food before we got home.”

You smiled as he intertwined his fingers with yours

“Thank you for tonight Iwa, I had fun.”

“I did too Y/N.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Hello dear! I love your works and I wonder if I can ask for head canons of the warlords with an MC that doesn't want to be pregnant, she's a NoMo modern woman, but she feels insecure about the warlords looking for another wife that wants to have their babies due to the time period they're living, the warlords just to be really disappointed with her or they just dumping her (since it also happens in the future sadly) thank you!!!

Hi hi, love!❤❤🔥 Thank you so much for the request! ❤Sorry for taking sooooooo long with this!😱 Also, side note I believe that whether you want children or not, the warlords would love ya unconditionally no matter what! ❤Also, I only did this for 3 of the boys! Let me know if you want me to do it for the rest. Hope ya enjoy and I hope you have a good day!❤❤😊

Headcanon: MC not wanting to get pregnant feat: Mitsuhide, Kenshin, and Nobunaga

Mitsuhide

You have been feeling nervous all-day ಠ╭╮ಠ

Today was finally the day that you were going to tell Mitsuhide that you were a NoMo modern woman and you don't ever want to get pregnant

(ーー;)

The two of you have been in a long time relationship and rumours were starting to floating around saying that the sneaky Kitsune was planning on proposing to you that night

⚆ _ ⚆

The Kitsune had legit gone all out ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

You walked into his garden to see a romantic candlelit dinner, surrounded by flowers and tealight candles ≧☉_☉≦

Some of his vassals were even playing some light romantic music in the distance to create a more romantic atmosphere ρ（ーoー)♪

You walked down the makeshift aisle of rose petals leading to the table

And spread out on the table, was a feast of all your favourite foods

(◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

TBH you were on the point of tears, you knew warlords needed an heir and the romantic setting wasn't going to make this heavy conversation any easier (ಥ_ʖಥ)

You had convinced yourself that this was your last night with the kitsune that you loved so much, and that after tonight you would most likely find yourself single once again (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

Mitushide saw the strained look on your face and the redness of your eyes desperately trying to hold back the tears （>﹏<）

He started to panic thinking that perhaps you didn’t love him after all, and that you didn’t want to become his wife (|||❛︵❛.)

He plastered a smile on his face to disguise his nervousness and anxiety, and guide you to your seat.

He had decided to give you some time to calm down and open up to him on your own (≖ᴗ≖✿)

As the night progressed, and the two of you became more and more anxious when finally Mitsuhide decided it was time to rip off the bandage ◉_◉

He stood up and walked over to you and crouched down on one knee

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Before he could even ask your hand in marriage, the well of tears broke and you were now sobbing into your hands (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

Through hiccupping sobs, you managed to get out, “I’m sorry Mitu, but I have to tell you something, I don’t want to get pregnant, I can’t give you an heir, I understand-“ ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Before you could finish your sentence, you found yourself in Mitsu’s warm embrace, “Little mouse just being loved by you feels like a dream, I never hoped to ever have children, much less find the love of my life. If you do not want children, then that is perfectly fine by me, just as long as you are forever by my side, I am happy.” ( ‘́⌣’̀)/(˘̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

He then wiped away your tears and gave you a small kiss on the lips, “I know I am undeserving of love, much less the love of such a sweet, wonderful little mouse, but I find myself unable to push you away. My dearest, will you let me love you for the rest of my existence? Will you make me the happiest man alive and become my one and only wife?”

( ° ᴗ°)~ð (/❛o❛\)

You smiled through the tears and met him in a passionate kiss, whispering that you loved him and would love nothing more than to become his wife

(｡◕‿◕｡) (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

The two of you lived a life full of bliss, and Mitushide never pushed you to have children and never took another as his wife, staying loyal to you from the moment you met

♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

The two of you did, however, did have children as Mitushide’s little fox had found herself a partner, who had left her alone and heavily pregnant

The two of you took up the role of parents with the little fox and raise 3 sweet fox kits as your own

Of course, your little fox kits was incredibly spoilt as the two of you cuties doted on them like crazy (♡´❍`♡)*✧ ✰ ｡*

Kenshin

This bunny boi was living in pure bliss with you (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Although soon after your marriage to the bunny lord, his clan members started pestering the two of you for an heir (▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

Kenshin had begun to notice as the weeks progressed that you would avoid conversations about growing your family at all costs |ω・）

Until one day as you were petting one of your fluffballs, you started to talk to him

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

You were feeling the weight of the world resting on your shoulders with people telling you from all directions that it was your duty as his wife to produce an heir (ノ#--)ノ＼。゜。

“Umi I don’t know what to do, I don’t want to be pregnant” a tear slipped from your eyes

๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

As if sensing your sadness the other bunnies started gathering around you and nuzzling into you

(ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

Umi stood up in your lap so that he could nuzzle your face, except he was a bit too small, so he settled for nuzzling into your neck (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

You chuckled slightly through the tears, at the cute fluff balls trying their absolute hardest to comfort you, “You know what my biggest fear is, that he would l-l-leave me” you were now full-blown crying at that thought of Kenshin leaving you or taking another wife to give him children

‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

What you didn’t know was that Kenshin had been listening outside the paper door the whole time and his heart broke into two ｜−・;）

His hands trembled as he slowly opened the door and announced himself

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

The second the rabbits heard him, an avalanche of fluff ran to him and started pushing him toward you with their tiny noses as if to say, go and comfort her (•ㅅ•) (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

（╯°□°）╯︵( .o.)

Kenshin sat down in front of you and cradled your face in his hands, you didn’t dare look into his eyes ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

He wiped away the tears that were streaming down your face with his thumbs

Your voice shook as you tried to speak and repeat to him what you had revealed to your fluffy army “Kenshin I-” (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Kenshin then pulled you to fall against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you in a tight warm embrace, “Foolish girl, did you think I would leave you over something so insignificant.” (づ￣ ³￣)づ

You let out a sob, and he started to nuzzle into your hair and rub soothing circles on your back ( ‘́⌣’̀)/(˘̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

“You are the love of my life, my soulmate and I love everything about you and if you do not want to be pregnant and have children then so be it,” he said all while kissing you and nibbling on your ear, in hopes, to bring that smile back (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

“But your clan....” he then sweetly kissed your lips to cut you off (◠‿◠✿)

“My clan is of no concern, they have successfully pulled me away from a loved one before and they will not have the chance to do it now” (≖︿≖✿)

He then places your hand on his heart, “This is yours my love, and it will always be yours and yours alone, I have no need for children when I have you in my arms.” (｡◕‿◕｡)

“Besides we already have a colony of cute fluffy children to care for, these little trouble makes keep up busier than any child ever would.”

You gave a small chuckle through the tears as the bunnies started cuddling the two of you the second they were mentioned by their beloved god of war (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

After that, no one ever mentioned anything about an heir again, as anyone who dares make his goddess of war upset were to face the wrath of Kenshin and your loyal bunny army

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

Nobunaga

The two of you cuties have been married for almost two years now

( ° ᴗ°)~ð (/❛o❛\)

Nobunaga was in the final stages of unifying the country and his clan members started getting impatient with the two of you, for not having produced an heir yet (；一_一)

And TBH, Nobunaga had been bringing up the topic of children more and more lately (°ロ°)☝

A topic which you had managed to easily avoid up until this point

Both you and Nobunaga had been so busy, him with unifying the country and you with your designing business (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

You were one of the biggest clothing producers in japan (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You had started a business which hires woman in need and teaches them the skills needed to care for and provide for themselves. ( ಠ ͜ʖರೃ)

They would use their newly learned skills to fill commissions and earn some money for themselves.

It was a concept from the future, a woman being independent and not relying on men for anything(◕‿◕✿)

Nobunaga loved that you were a strong independent woman, and supported all your ideas with an open mind (✪‿✪)ノ

But now it was finally time to rip of the bandage and tell him about the fact that you just didn’t want to be pregnant cause you were a NoMo modern woman (人◕ω◕)

That night as the two of you was cuddling in the futon together, Nobunaga had brought up that his clan had been pestering him about needing an heir more and more as of late (;￣ー￣川

He narrowed his eyes at you, as you scrunched up your face (-∧-；)

“Why do you look so displeased at the idea fireball,” (´･ω･`)

You remained silent, your mind going into overdrive, you loved Nobunaga so much, and you were so scared that he would take on a second wife or leave you for not wanting to get pregnant (つ﹏⊂)

He pulled you closer to him and peer into your eyes questioningly waiting for your answer ب_ب

You looked down, a small tear escaping your eye as you told him about your modern woman ideals (ಥ_ʖಥ)

He listened patiently, and his heart broke a little, at the fact that you had been carrying this burden on your shoulders for so long ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶

There was a thick silence between the two of you as you had finished your story

Nobunaga thought for a second, processing this new information until he finally broke the silence, “Foolish woman.” (≖ᴗ≖✿)

That was the only thing he had said before capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. (づ￣ ³￣)づ

It conveyed all his love and affection for you

(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

When the kiss ended both of you were left breathless

Nobunga leaned his forehead against yours, “Now smile for me my sweet fireball, for your beautiful smile is worth more to me than anything else. If you do not wish to have children then I will break the news to the clans tomorrow.” (◕‿◕✿)

He could see what you were thinking and gave you another kiss, “Fear not my queen, I shall never bed another woman, and I have no interest in remarrying. You, my dear fireball, are the only keeper of my heart and the only one whom I will forever love.” (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

Keeping true to his promise Nobunaga spent the rest of his days completely devoted to you.

Although the two of you did become parents and provide the clan with an heir.

As one day, you and Nobunaga had stumbled upon an abandoned street child whose parents had been killed, and you instantly fell in love with the small boy (◕‿◕✿)

The two of you decided to adopt the boy and raise him as your own.

And the three of you lived happily ever after

(人◕ω◕)

Hope u have a wonderful day❤

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steve-hairingtons · 4 years

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hi can we have steve fluff please where he wants your attention and it’s all cute 🥺🥺 thank u!

i love this 🥺

100th post let’s go

word count: 797

WARNINGS: none, pure fluff

It had been a long day. Work was kicking your ass, and to top it off, you and Steve had opposite work schedules. You were always off when he was working, and vice versa.

But on his twentieth birthday, you both asked off so you could spend time together. You’d gone out to eat and you insisted on paying, even though it was a battle to get the waitress to take your card instead of Steve’s.

He held your hand as you drove home, and you just talked.

As soon as you two stepped through the door, his hands were on a bottle of wine. It didn’t take long for him to become tipsy, while you were still mostly sober.

You sat in his bed reading a magazine while he changed into some comfy clothes, losing his balance a bit a couple of times.

He walked over to his record player and turned it on, softly playing music you didn’t recognize. He turned to look at you and smiled.

“What?” you asked.

“Dance with me,” he said quietly.

You chuckled. “What?”

“Dance with me, Y/N.”

“God, you’re a dork,” you said as you closed the magazine and stood up to walked over to him. “And drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Just tipsy.”

“Exactly. There’s a difference.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed again.

The music was calming and slow. It wasn’t something you expected Steve to listen to, much less spend a couple of dollars on.

But he seemed to enjoy it. With his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulders, him looking down at you with loving eyes, and the both of you swaying slowly, it reminded you of your senior prom.

You two had only been dating about two weeks before he asked you to prom, and you obviously said yes. He picked you up at about seven o’clock in a dark red suit that matched your red dress. Your parents took loads of pictures, which you wound up hanging up in your room.

You showed up and the gym looked gorgeous. Steve got you a glass of punch and you danced to your hearts’ delights until it was time for the slow dance.

It was awkward at first. The most you and Steve had done at that point was hold hands and sometimes he’d kiss your cheek.

You kind of just stood there looking at each other. He awkwardly placed his hands on your hips, and you placed yours on his shoulders. You smiled up at him and he returned the smile.

It was a few seconds later that he leaned in and touched his forehead to yours, and you felt your body tense up.

“Relax,” he said quietly. And you did. It was only a few seconds after that when he kissed you. It was your first kiss, and it was good. You melted into his hands and you kissed for a few more seconds, and the song was over before you knew it.

That night he slept over at your house. Originally, he set up a sleeping bag on the floor, but he wound up in bed with you. It was admittedly very awkward at first, but when you wrapped your arm around him and tucked your head under his chin, you relaxed into each other and it became natural.

From then on, you spent very few nights apart. Then, in the blink of an eye, two years had gone by.

Which takes you back to his room, dancing with a semi-drunk Steve. His hands roamed up to your middle back before he leaned in and kissed you deeply. You kissed back before pulling away.

“Steve,” you whispered.

“Mm?”

“I’m not having sex with you when you’re tipsy.”

“Ah, come on.”

“No. I’d want you to do the same for me.”

He looked at you and gave a small smile. “Okay.”

Before long, you were laying in his bed with his arms around you, small kisses landing on your face and neck.

It was surprising how in love Steve was with you. He told you he loved you every single day, and reminded you that he was in love with you as often as he could.

At first, you were reluctant to accept that. To be completely honest, you didn’t think you deserved it. Steve thought that was dumb, and that you were the perfect girl, so he reminded you of it often. Eventually, you learned to accept the praise, even loving it.

He connected your lips again before he laid his head down on his pillow. And that’s how you fell asleep that night: Steve’s arms hugging you tightly, your head tucked under his chin, and your legs tangled.

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hitbythunder · 3 years

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The Roll of Thunder -2

A Thor x Reader and later some Loki x Reader story

Summary: After Frigga’s and Loki’s deaths, Thor struggles with his grief and blames himself for the loss. Barely able to manage his emotions, the god helps the other heros on Earth so that he can stay away from Asgard - a place which only reminds him of his pain. When the team acquires a golden sphere from a mission, however, Thor is forced to deal with his past. She has black hair, pale skin and a pair of emerald eyes which haunt the god in his dreams. Could she be Loki?

Warnings: non-con in later chapters

~º*º*º~

Loki? No, this is impossible. Loki died in my arms over a year ago!

But the woman in front of him looked very similar to the God of Mischief and Thor furrowed his brows while he tried to make sense of all that, of the chaos in his mind. Maybe it was one of Loki's tricks? One that had survived it's creator, or someone else entirely had set this up to inflict the pain in his chest. This woman, this creature, should not exist, being an abomination in his eyes and above all it reeked of mischief and deceit. Suddenly, Thor's rage was boiling inside him again, stronger than before and in his blind fury he quickly strode forward, the floor vibrating at his heavy footfall.

“Can you speak?” Bruce asked her but received no answer because when she saw the Thunderer approaching her with large steps, her eyes stayed glued to him and she shrank back in fear. But Thor did not halt despite her reaction and thus she frantically crawled backwards until she hit the metal table at the end of the room. With her knees drawn close to her chest she stared up at the giant of a man looming above her. Thor warily eyed the small shivering form at his feet, how her green eyes showed nothing but horror and fear, the black pupils merely tiny dots, and he was pleased by the sight.

Yes, fear me as I am the last thing you shall ever behold! Thor thought to himself and lifted Mjolnir to end this miserable creature's life. Her pale face became white as the wall behind her and she raised her arms in defense but she didn't avert her gaze from the furious Thunderer, emerald green eyes staring into his piercing blue orbs which unnerved him even more. Enough! I won't bare it any longer!

Thor's grip on the hammer tightened and he was about to summon his lightning when Natasha launched herself in front of him, covering the smaller woman protectively.

“Stop this insanity at once!” she hissed and glared at the god, ready to face his wrath if need be. But Thor would never hurt one of his friends, especially not Natasha whom he respected for her honed skills. “Get out of my way.” Thor's voice was merely a low rumble in his chest, but the Black Widow was unimpressed by his threatening. When she realized what the Thunderer had in mind she just acted without much thinking. It was crystal clear to her that she needed to protect the other woman because Natasha had experienced a similar deadly terror herself when she was trained to be an assassin. Most of the memories of that particular time were locked away by her mind because they are to painful and horrible to recall. But the helpless small woman had reminded her exactly of that period of Natasha's life and so there was no way she would let Thor pass.

“If you want to proceed you will have to kill me first. So don't you dare to try to harm her again.” she hissed and Thor knew she was deadly serious about it. Thus he slowly brought the hammer down and narrowed his eyes slightly at the red-head. Being still angry he did not step away from the two females and hesitantly Natasha turned and knelt down beside the frightened woman. “It's ok now, he won't hurt you.” she whispered sweetly and quickly took off her long dark-brown cardigan to wrap the smaller female up and cover her nakedness in front of the men present. The strange woman seemed surprised at the gesture and looked at her savior in confusion. “Come!” Natasha urged her to stand up and held her from both sides to steady her because her whole body was trembling in fear. “What are you doing?” Steve asked, earning himself a 'stupid question' -look from the red-head while she led the woman towards the elevator, her emerald eyes warily watching Thor as they passed him. “I'm going to tend to her, like we should have from the start and see that she feels better. You have any free guest room left, Tony?” “Two floors up, right next to yours. But don't get that slime onto my furniture!” Tony's retort caused the Widow to turn her head and give him the most horrid death-glare he had ever received. The cold shiver running down his spine made Tony freeze in place momentarily and only when the elevator's doors were closed did he move again.

“Guess I know why she's been called the 'Black Widow'... “ he murmured while Steve walked over to Thor who glared intently at the remnants of the sphere.

“Uhm, Thor? … What was that about? You wouldn't have killed her, would you?” Steve asked but again the god maintained his silence. “Well, I think it's for the best if we all get some sleep. She doesn't seem to be dangerous and Natasha is keeping an eye on that woman. Besides, there's nothing we can do right now and tomorrow we will make a fresh start.” Bruce finally replied and gestured for the others to follow him to the elevator, which they all did willingly. “Yeah, maybe she will talk to us and explain herself.” Steve added while Clint and Tony yawned behind him.

“Time to get my beauty-sleep!” Tony said and noted that the big blonde was missing, then his gaze fell upon the open balcony door. Whenever Thor was angered or simply pissed off, he left the tower for several hours, flying around and bringing rain. Tony understood that a man needed some space but this time he wondered what Thor would have done if Natasha hadn't stopped him. Honestly, the thought that Thor would kill her had never crossed Tony's mind, even when he saw how the god raised his mighty hammer.

No, he wouldn't have done that, he's a good guy... After the shower, Natasha guided the female towards her room but then decided it would be wiser to share a room for the first night. So she arranged some pillows and blankets on the cozy couch in her own room and was content to see the small woman smile slightly when she lay down and nuzzled into the pillow. “Like a little kitten.” Natasha chuckled and tucked her up, the sparkling emerald eyes watching her every move. Of course she was wary, Natasha knew all to well that trust is something to be earned but given some time she was sure that the woman would warm up to her. Yawning Natasha walked over to her bed and put the black gun out of her nightstand and under her pillow, just in case. When she heard the faint noise of slow breathing she turned and beheld the female sleeping calmly, her chest heaving steadily and her expressions relaxed. Curled up like that she truly looked like an innocent kitten and Natasha doubted that she could be a danger to someone. Don't worry, kitten, I will protect you. *** The next day, every one rose rather late because of the night's endeavor and Thor had no intentions to meet any of the Avengers or the strange creature soon. Additionally, his little late night flight around the blocks to soothe his temper had drained him too. Thus he rolled over in bed and pulled the blanket over his head when he heard some talking outside his room. But even in his sleep he was haunted by a pair of emerald green eyes.

“Good morning, kitten.” Natasha said to her new roommate, who sat up and rubbed her eyes lazily while Natasha got dressed – black jeans combined with a ruby woolen pullover. Then she rummaged in her wardrobe in search for some fitting clothes for her guest and decided that she would need to buy some new ones. “Here, they will probably be a little too large but they should do it for now.” she finally said, holding up some grey sweatpants and a black shirt. and walked over to the woman to help dressing her. Luckily the silent female complied without a struggle but insisted on wearing the dark-brown cardigan on top. When they were finished Natasha took her by the hand and led the smaller one outside towards the kitchen area. The other members of the team were already up and about, Bruce made his famous pancakes while Tony managed the coffee and Steve chatted with Clint at the dining table. They all paused and looked over when the two women emerged from the hallway.

“Good morning guys!” Natasha cheered to successfully break the uncomfortable silence and led the female over to the table. “Morning. Any troubles during the night?” Steve asked when the two women sat down between him and Clint. Clad in this loose fitting clothes, her black hair combed and hanging loosely down her shoulders, the strange woman looked quite normal and one could easily forget that she came out of a golden metal sphere, covered in slime. Actually, the longer Steve observed their guest, the less he thought of her as a danger and decided to show his best manners. She was a lady after all. “Everything was fine, she slept like a baby.” Natasha replied while Tony put a cup of coffee in front of her and Bruce brought the pancakes. They smelled delicious and the female leaned cautiously closer to inhale their sweet rich scent, observed amazed yet amused by the Avengers. “Did you two snuggle up under the blanket?” Tony asked, a wicked smirk plastered across his face and Clint chuckled at this dirty indication, Steve just rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Tony.” Natasha retorted and divided the pancakes among them. “I suppose she hasn't said anything yet, am I right?” Bruce was curious to know more about the woman but was wise enough not to push the matter too much. “Not a word, but that will come in time, right kitten?” The red-head replied and gently put her hand on the other woman's shoulder who smiled shyly in return. “'Kitten', is she your pet now?” Tony quipped, not believing his ears. “I mean, not that I'm surprised, you two surely look great in bed.” he added and winked at the Widow, imagining the two woman rubbing against each other nakedly until a slap on the back of his head from Clint woke him from his daydream.

“This whole situation must be handled with great care as we don't know what she is capable of. We shouldn't rush things but keep an eye on her. Maybe we can run some simple health-tests later, just to check the basics.” Bruce was very diplomatic and tried not to sound too eager to analyze the female but he doubted that she was all human. Natasha pondered over the scientist's words and finally nodded slowly, accepting that they had to gather information somehow. “Ok, but not without me.”

Breakfast – or rather brunch as it was almost midday – continued peacefully and while the Avengers chatted casually, the female seemed to relax and accommodate to their presence, her vivid eyes scanning the room and observing each of the team members curiously. That was until the Norse god joined them, stumping loudly into the room with a grim and tired face. The Kitten shrank back on her chair, trying to become as small and invisible as possible when Thor's gaze roamed over her but luckily he just grabbed a large cup of coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter, far away from the strange creature. Although he avoided looking at her and mostly talked to Steve and Tony at the other end of the table, Thor could feel the green eyes watching him and he played with the thought of moving abruptly just to scare her again. But that would enrage the over-protective Widow and the blonde was too tired to deal with that now.

*** “Ok, this should be enough for today. Now we have to wait for the results.” Bruce exclaimed happily and removed the sensors from the Kitten's arms and forehead while Tony managed the new data with his AI. “She's very calm, I think she realized that we mean her no harm.” “Tell that our Norse meathead.” Natasha was still furious with the god and his behavior. “Yeah, he frightened the living daylights out of her and I doubt they will ever warm up to each other after that fiasco.” Tony walked over to the others and stood right in front of the female who sat on the large metal table. “But she does look like Reindeer Games...except for the hairstyle.” In contrast to the Trickster, the Kitten's black hair wasn't combed back, instead several thin strands framed her pretty face. But she had the same mesmerizing green eyes and a pale complexion. “Maybe she's the good twin no one knows about?” Tony added and Bruce chuckled in amusement. “Then hopefully we find yours too!”

“Very funny...” “Alright, if we're done here I will take her shopping. She's in dire need for clothes.” Natasha said and motioned for the Kitten to follow her. “Wait, you wanna go outside with her?” The scientists didn't approve of this idea. “I won't leave her to you guys.” “I could go and buy some stuff, after I have ascertained her measurements with my hands of course.” The billionaire smirked while his friends gave him a disgusted look. “No way, you pervert. I'll ask Steve to baby-sit her while I'm gone.” Natasha replied before the two women entered the elevator.

*** Thor walked down the corridor to get some food as his stomach was screaming for nourishment by now and was surprised to see Natasha grab her car-keys and head for the elevator – alone. “Where are you going?” he asked wondering why she was in such a rush and Natasha gave him a small but earnest smile before she vanished inside the elevator. “I'm going to buy our guest some clothes and other stuff. I won't be gone for long so don't try anything stupid!”

After allaying his hunger, the god chose to spend some time in the living room, maybe watch some TV, but he regretted his decision the very moment he exited the elevator one floor above. Sitting on the large cream couch of the living room suite, the Captain flipped through some magazines while the black-haired woman beside him froze when she saw the god. Steve noted and looked up to behold the reason for her fear, then he frowned silently. “Thor... I didn't expect you to leave your room today.” Slowly Thor walked over to them and sat down on the armchair next to his friend, as far away from her as possible before he replied in a low voice. “Believe me, it was a mistake.”

Great, now I need to baby-sit them both... Steve thought to himself, praying that Natasha would return soon while Thor and the Kitten stared at each other. His condescending gaze travelled across her slim body, which was hidden under the loosely fitting clothes, her hair combed and shiny. Thor couldn't understand why everybody was so friendly to her, accepting her as if she was one of their own and even spoiling her with new garments and all this kindness. She came out of a magical golden ball with ancient Asgardian engravings, by the Nine's sake! How can his friends be so calm around her? Does the fact that she looks awfully familiar bother only him? Which it did quite a lot actually, because he was sure of his brother's death and it pained his already wounded heart to be reminded of his loss, of how much he missed his sibling. Every fiber of his body wanted to scream at her, to torment her as much as her mere presence tormented him and he could not stand to look upon her beautiful yet disgusting face. Thor's face didn't give away his boiling fury but his fingers dug deep into the armrest. It was the most inappropriate moment for his bladder to demand release and Steve shifted on the couch to delay the inevitable but he had no chance against 'nature's call'. “I'll be right back.” Reluctantly he rose and left the two glaring at each other, hoping that both would be still alive when he returned. The woman watched with shock how the nice man vanished out of her sight, leaving her alone with the other man, the big gruesome giant who had hurt her badly when she was still in her shell, sending pure stinging pain through her entire body. Physically he hadn't hurt her but he had inflicted such agony on her, imprinting a lesson into her mind: Fear him! Run from him!

Yes, she was sure it was him because she remembered his aura and she had noted the tiny sparks of lightning surrounding his hammer when he loomed above her later. Oh how she dreaded him, she didn't even dare to move an inch because that could unleash another wave of this terrible pain. Frantically she tried to stay calm, to soothe her nerves but in vain. Then he rose.

#thor x reader #the roll of thunder #romance #avengers

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cbseung · 4 years

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cobblestones: modern prince hyunjin - final part

[masterlist]

[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3] [pt 4] [pt 5] [pt 6] [pt 7] [pt 8] [pt 9] [pt 10] [final]

wow! final part! i can’t believe it! thanks for joining me on this wild ride, and i hope that you continue to read whatever i write next!

(ps. the next imagine series planned is a bang chan imagine based on the movie hotarubi no mori e!! that’s gonna be a ROLLERCOASTER ride i guarantee that)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

wc: 2,000

description: the finale, the conclusion, the end. what’s prince hyunjin going to do now?

hyunjin watches as your figure retreats farther and farther

he wanted nothing more than to chase after you and explain to you what was actually going on

but how could he??

his mom explicitly told him

“hyunjin,, if you don’t follow through with this marriage we’ll have to disown you. then what would you do?”

like w0w! harsh mom

hyunjin really really likes you

this isn’t new information

but he’s not ready to give up everything he’s ever known for you

so he really has no other choice than to marry mirai right?

right?

so what if he has to marry someone he doesn’t love?

his parents have been controlling every single thing he does

all the more reason you shouldn’t follow through with this marriage!!!! hyunjin thinks

but-

“hey! your parents want us to announce the engagement” mirai says as she breaks hyunjin’s train of thought

“right now?”

“right now.”

“can’t they like.. wait a sec?”

“nope! you know how they are”

hyunjin looks exhausted

he HEAVILY sighs and tries racking his brain for ANY excuse he can think of

cause he’s just not ready

and he’s just not sure if he can announce his engagement RIGHT NOW

and it’s not like he can just CANCEL the engagement

cause the last thing he needs is the press to EAT that up

you know and ruin the reputation of the royal family

so if he cancels the engagement now when no one knows about it

then all the better

hyunjin just

needs more time to decide that he’s making the right choice

but his time is literally running out

“hey..” he hears mirai say, “you’re not sure about getting married to me huh”

“ah.. am i that obvious?”

“you look panicked and deep in thought, wanna tell me what’s up?”

“do we have the time?” hyunjin laughs

“eh what are they gonna do? announce our engagement without us?”

“you never know what those crazy royals do”

mirai walks over to hyunjin and sits down next to him

“it’s just..” hyunjin sighs, “i’m not sure about this engagement..”

“is it because of that girl? y/n?”

“i mean, it’s true, i do really really like y/n, and i wish we gave us a shot before this whole thing happened. and i can’t call off the engagement without being disowned by my parents BUT I’M JUST so sick of being controlled by them!”

“hyunjin.. i can’t make this decision for you, but i think you know what you have to do”

truth is

hyunjin has always known what he wanted to do

he just needed a friend to talk to

him and mirai talk for a little longer

and then hyunjin smiles

“ready?” hyunjin asks mirai

“ready!” mirai exclaims

and they both walk out together

»»————-　♔　————-««

meanwhile

after you left hyunjin in the garden

you go back into the ballroom

and find yeji and felix

“hey.. y/n” felix says

“hey felix, yeji..”

the fact that you’re visibly exhausted raises a couple flags for the both of them

with preparations for the ball and trying to figure out your feelings and getting the most out of your vacation in europe

it’s

a lot

“are.. are you okay?” felix asks

“well,, to be honest, no. but! it’s okay, we’re leaving tomorrow night so i’ll be okay”

very vague but they both believe you

“yeji,,, can we,, rent a room tonight? i don’t really feel like staying at the palace anymore...”

“of course we can, we can leave right now since it’s over anyway and it’ll take a long time for us to get ready”

then you turn to felix and say

“felix!! come with us and sleepover!!! i don’t want to leave you just yet” you pout

you’re lucky you’re cute and felix loves you

“of course y/n!”

so the three of you sneak out of the ball

and plan to spend the night trying to forget about a certain handsome but engaged prince (◕︿◕✿)(◕︿◕✿)

»»————-　♔　————-««

“hello! my name is mirai, but you may know me better as the princess of japan! i would first like to thank the King and Queen of England and Korea for throwing such a wonderful ball! i know most of you were expecting an engagement announcement, but as you can see, prince hyunjin is not here with me. however, we both came to the conclusion that it is in our best interests that we do not follow through with this engagement. thank you, and there will be no further comment on the situation.”

»»————-　♔　————-««

do you know how long it takes to run around the Buckingham Palace?

i don’t

but hyunjin does

after he’s been running in CIRCLES trying to find you

he needs to tell you something

and it’s prettttty important

and you should probably know before you leave for home and never see him again

you know?

ah but too bad you’re miles from the palace huh

at this point hyunjin gives up cause he covered every inch of the palace

(which is a feat within itself because that place is: huge)

so hopefully he finds you tomorrow before you leave for your flight

or else ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

»»————-　♔　————-««

four hours before you have to hop on a plane and kiss europe goodbye

so of course

where would you be?

drinking coffee on cobblestone streets of course

you more or less

look back at the trip you took

to be fair,

you don’t regret taking the trip

you don’t regret meeting hyunjin

you don’t regret falling for him

if anything

you regret not telling him sooner

but what’s done is done

you get up with your empty coffee in your hand, your phone in the other because you were supposed to text yeji when you were ready to head to the airport

when all of a sudden

you walk smack dab into someone

you MENTALLY CALL YOURSELF OUT

because really y/n??? AGAIN??

“oh my god you’ve GOT to be kidding me”

“hey uh you should watch were you’re going”

wait

waaaait a sec

you’d know that voice anywhere

literally

anywhere

you look up and

lo and behold

a handsome boy who goes by the name of prince hyunjin

and wow he still looks as pretty as you remember (╯︵╰,) even IF you saw him just the day prior

“uh hello? anyone home? look i know americans are dumb but i didn’t know they were this dumb” hyunjin says smiling

AH THAT INFAMOUS LINE

you glare at him

but then crack a smile

“hi..”

“y/n! thank god! i’ve been looking everywhere for you!!”

are you flattered?

you’re kinda flattered

a little confused

“wait hyunjin! how did the engagement announcement go?”

part of you is hoping he says it went horrible and no one’s gonna follow through with it

“oh you didn’t see? it’s not happening, i talked to mirai right before we were supposed to announce it”

“wait what? haha funny joke!!”

listen this is your way of coping with it because there’s no way hyunjin cancelled his engagement right

right

“nope not a joke but listen i owe you an explanation”

yOU JUST

DECIDED YOU WERE GONNA MOVE ON FROM HYUNJIN

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

you both sit at the cafe you were just at

and he starts with an

“i’m sorry”

which is

something you didn’t know you needed? but nonetheless

he laughs

(it’s a great sound if i do say myself)

“where do i even begin? i’m sorry for not taking you out on that date i promised, i’m sorry for not being in contact with you that week, i’m sorry if i made you feel like you were annoying or clingy or anything bad because you’re not. i’m not gonna make excuses for myself because you’ve never been nice to me,, actually well, the first time we met you weren’t the nicest to me”

“hey you called me dumb the first time we met!”

“... anyways,, i-”

“wait, sorry, why’d you end the engagement in the first place”

“truth is, my parents were threatening to disown me if i didn’t follow through with it”

now you’re in full panic mode

because

he really did just drop everything

“wait WHAT”

“yeah,, but i decided i was sick and tired of them controlling everything i did so i kinda just.. left?”

“HYUNJIN YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE”

“well why not”

“i mean, does felix know? do you even have a place to stay? oh my god where are you gonna live how are gonna eat you can’t just-”

“hey, hey, relax it’s okay, i got it covered, i have connections too you know, the many perks of being a prince, er- well, ex prince now that my parents will probably disown me”

“but hyunjin-”

“hey it’s okay, i may not know what i’m doing but at least i’m free to make my own decisions, like taking you on that date i promised you” hyunjin says smiling

okay fine

you decide to drop it for now

and give hyunjin the benefit of the doubt

and besides he has yeji and felix and now you

so he’s not completely alone

hyunjin intertwines his hands in yours and starts leading you to god knows where when you remember

you kinda leave europe in like three hours

“WAIT” you say

“WHAT now”

you roll your eyes at him and say, “i need to meet yeji! we’re going home in three hours!”

“oh, OH, wow thank god i found you before you left huh”

“yeah that would’ve been,, pretty bad, so what now?”

“what now?”

“i mean, i have to go home, you have to deal with your parents and the whole british/korean media..”

“ah you’re right,,,,but still, let’s do it

“huh?”

“i’ve been thinking, i think i’m gonna pursue dancing.. i’ve got a little pocket money maybe i’ll go to school, or audition for a company, who knows? the ends are limitless, but all i know is that i want to give us a shot ”

you’re not fond of the whole long distance thing

but you’re not fond of not exploring whatever is going on with you and hyunjin

and i don’t think your feelings are going away anytime soon

so you might as well give it a try

“okay.”

“okay?”

“yeah let’s do it! who knows what’ll happen, but all i know is that i wanna explore whatever is happening here”

hyunjin pulls you in for a hug and mutters

“you won’t regret this, princess”

cue the blush

you and hyunjin walk together until you meet up with yeji and felix

yeji sees your hands intertwined and gives you the ‘bro what the heck’ look and you give the ‘i’ll explain everything on the plane ride home’ look

“jin, i have to go, they’re waiting for me” you pout

“ah right,, let’s exchange numbers”

“we don’t have each other’s numbers? and we’ve known each other for a month now? we’re so lame”

we’ll be lame together”

“oh god ssh”

“you better get used to this!!” hyunjin teases

“ah whatever,, bye hyunjin, i’ll see you soon okay?”

“don’t miss me too much, y/n!”

“ah too late!”

five years later

“yeji!!”

“Y/N WHAT IT’S THREE AM WHY’D YOU CALL”

“HE’S COMING TODAY”

“NO WAY TODAY TODAY? IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’VE BEEN CALLING FOR THE PAST WEEK WITH A COUNTDOWN TO HOW MANY DAYS UNTIL HYUNJIN FINALLY MOVES IN WITH YOU”

“SHHHHHH LET ME BE EXCITED”

“YOU CAN BE EXCITED 7 HOURS FROM NOW”

after five years

you and hyunjin are finally moving in together

five years of texting ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ to each other

five years of flights to and from seoul where hyunjin’s dance university was

five years of facetime calls

and they were all finally coming to an end

hyunjin’s parents understood where he was coming from and decided to support him and his dance career

and he still got to keep his prince title

(lucky him am i right)

but most importantly

according to hyunjin

the most important thing to him

wasn’t his title

wasn’t even his dancing

nope! the most important thing to prince hwang hyunjin

was you

the end.

»»————-　♔　————-««

a/n: wow wow wow i’m done FINALLY DONE!!

i hope you enjoyed the series!! to be honest, i wanted the story to go a TOTALLY DIFFERENT direction but i’m kinda happy how this turned out

this is the first time i did something this big of a series, so i’m sorry if it wasn’t the greatest! i’m always up to hear some constructive criticism!

thank you for being so patient with me and this series, and please look forward to more stuff i write!

good night!

#hwang hyunjin #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin stray kids #prince hwang hyunjin #kpop imagines #modern prince hyunjin #hwang hyunjin stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #cbseung imagines

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Oliver’s Route part 17

Still enjoying Oliver’s route and I have to jump the gun on my excitement with a prediction! Initial ramblings below!

Before I get into the main reason for this post, I want to also say that I am absolutely loving Blanc and Oliver’s relationship. It’s both cute and wholesome. It’s depicted in such a wonderful way, playful way in how they’ve been taking care of each other and looking out for one another all these years. This is also the closest we’ve gotten to learning about Blanc and I’m craving more after we’ve scratched a little deeper into his personal regrets. It doesn’t sound like Oliver knows of Blanc’s own curse, however, and it’s more than a little heartbreaking to hear Blanc so determined to help Oliver not miss out on happiness with Alice. Blanc really is a great guy.

Blanc route when?! When we do get his route, I desperately hope Alice gets to stay with him just like Oliver got to! (Lucky Oliver getting to stay with the sweet and handsome white rabbit!)

My main excitement for part 17 of this route, however!

[Blanc] pulled an envelope from his breast pocket and set it beside the wine glass.

Oliver: “What’s this?”

Blanc, smiling: “An invitation to a very special tea party. Go to this place at this date and time and you will be able to meet a former Disciple of Magic.”

HARR!? ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HARR!?

Not only does Oliver get to live with Blanc he gets invited to special tea parties with Harr!? I know I’m here to romance Oliver but wow, Oliver, you lucky, lucky man! Once we break that curse he really will have it all, won’t he~ Oliver coming in like a dark horse with all his personal connections and I love it.

Oliver, looking annoyed: “What have you done?”

Blanc: “A while ago, I asked Dean to introduce me to someone who’s familiar with the goings on of the Magic Tower. Some of his former students have gone on to work for the tower you, know?”

Harr is Dean’s former student! Harr is familiar with the Magic Tower!

Blanc: “And [Dean] used his personal connections to get me this invitation.”

Oliver picked up the envelope dubiously. The name of the sender was nowhere to be seen.

You know who is an expert at sending letters and asking people to meet him privately instead of showing his face directly? Harr

Blanc: “According to Dean, this person knows you.”

Two thoughts:

It is doubtful that Harr knows Oliver from the Magic Tower. Harr left that place seven years ago and while we don’t have an exact date for how long Oliver has been in Cradle (correct me if I’m wrong), he said it’s been a few years. Since Oliver was kidnapped immediately and cursed probably not too long afterward, I’m pretty sure someone would have noticed this 13 year old kid not having aged for > 7 years. (Kids grow fast, after all.) Thus Harr likely did not meet Oliver at the Magic Tower and was not involved in Oliver’s torture.

Harr knows Oliver because he makes the magic crystals Oliver buys! I’m excited to think Harr might get some credit for something good he’s done! Please, someone not living with or secretly in love with Harr, acknowledge Harr as the good and talented boy he is!! I also want Oliver and Harr getting along as fellow adversaries vs. the Magic Tower. Plus in addition to my belief that Harr and Kyle could actually get along very well (I have a whole other post about that, actually...!), Harr really could do with going out for drinks with the drinking buddies...

Blanc: But whoever this person is, they say they’re willing to discuss any troubles you might be having with magic. As long as you agree to go to the meeting alone.”

Even though Harr is in exile he’s still wanting/willing to help ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

There are too many main routes where Harr isn’t even mentioned much less makes an appearance (Ray and Luka’s routes, for instance) so I’m.

Very excited.

That this might happen.

In conclusion I’m hoping Harr is coming soon and that we can all love him some more thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

#my ikerev #oliver's route #oliver route spoilers #ikerev spoilers #harr silver #oliver knight #blanc lapin

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headoverjojo · 5 years

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Yo! Can I ask for some body swap with Fem S/O hi-jinks with bruno's gang? I need some fun in these trying times; these new episodes are tearing me apart ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Hi sweetie! A H this comes WAY too late, I’M SORRY ç.ç I just hope that what I’ve written may help to make amend for this terrible delay!! And I sincerely hope you may like it :,)

Body swap for Bruno’s gang with their s/o

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno just can’t believe it: it happened again! After all the Chariot Requiem mess, when his soul had been switched with Doppio/Diavolo’s, he’s here again, not in his body but in his s/o’s one. At least, he’s not in a body he hated so much… still, they can’t leave things as they were: they had to fight and to go back to their own body!

It wasn’t easy, however. The target seemed to be disappeared and, well… they had to stay in each other’s body until they found him. His s/o’, however, didn’t seem to be so worried; she was sure they would have found that bastard with a clowny stand, but why don’t enjoy it while they were searching for them? While Bruno was trying to be as discreet as possible, his s/o was having the time of her life. She had seen so many times her boyfriend gulping down his rage and indignation to favor diplomacy when the other part didn’t need it; it was time to show that no one had to mess with Bruno Bucciarati!

Bruno was so damn worried for it. She couldn’t do it, she could put herself -in his body- in danger, to damage delicate relationships he was establishing with various gang leaders! He wanted to cry when, when she had to met one of them, the most rebellious one, instead of faking a small smile as he always did, she pronounced a bold and loud “I’m tired of your bullshits, so fuck you.”. It was the end!! He had, however, to eat it all back, when the gang leader, after a solid couple of seconds of sheer stupor, just bursted in a loud laugh, exclaiming that finally he was seeing some fire in him! Bruno just couldn’t believe it. She had done way more in five minutes than him in a month, with that gang leader!

When they finally switched back to their bodies -not before having beaten the asshole and their clowny stand as they deserved-, Bruno was definitely another man. He had learned so much from the experience! He now knew more about his girlfriend’s body and how it worked… and he had learned that sometimes it was good to show a less diplomatic attitude, to obtain something!

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio wasn’t conscious when the whole switching mess happened, as he was still recovering from the almost fatal blow he had taken in Sardinia. So, when, while he and his s/o were fighting against a member of an enemy gang, he almost freaked out when he suddenly opened his eyes in his s/o’s body. Even if his training kicked back in few seconds, it was enough for their target to escape, leaving them in each other’s body.

It was a nightmare. He had problems to take proper care of his own body -he seemed perfectly healthy, but everyone knew he had a deep lack of sleep and a severe anxiety-, he didn’t want to ruin his s/o’s one! However, she reassured him as much as she could: they would have made it! They just had to find the target and to make them switch their souls back to their original body. It wasn’t difficult! And, meanwhile, they would have taken care of the other’s body; she wanted to really give her boyfriend’s tired body a blast!

Even if he protested -and for everyone was so weird to see her, usually so quiet and calm, talking in Abbacchio’s harsh way-, she was irremovable: his body was screaming for more sleep and she would have given it what it wanted. She, basically, put his body in a needed rest, while Abbacchio, in her energetic and vital body, was feeling… was feeling like he was just reborn. He hadn’t had so many energies since centuries! He felt like he could lift mountains! And, when his body was finally rested and ready, they had been unstoppable. Now that his body too was at 100%, they were a terrifying fighting duo!

When they were finally back to their body, Abbacchio noticed that he was still feeling full of energies. She had took proper care of his body, letting it rest, listening to its needs; it’s something he had to learn too, as he always pushed and pushed his body to its limit and beyond, making more damages than goods. In the end, other than the awareness that being small isn’t so bad -you’re nearer to certain hitting areas, all in all-, he learned that he really needed to take more care of his body. He couldn’t let his s/o’s work on it get wasted!

Guido Mista

Mista has already experienced how it is to be in a girl’s body, so, when it happened again, he just let out a heavy sigh and a “Oh, again, fantastic!”, but, at least, now it’s his s/o’s body, so he’s less embarrassed and he knows that she wasn’t going to insult his body, as Trish did! The switch, however, distracted them enough to allow the enemy to escape; now they had to deal with it until they would have found them again and reversed their stand power!

Until then, however, they both wanted to take the most they could from the experience. His s/o followed Giorno in his meetings, impersonating Mista, and she understood how important his work was when she almost got a bullet while protecting Giorno, when the Don’s car was assaulted by some members of an enemy gang; Mista too understood that his s/o’s life wasn’t so easy when he found himself being mocked by his s/o’s colleagues. While she was always diplomatic and just gulped down the many “fuck you”s she would have liked to tell them, Mista wasn’t like this; if he had to say it to someone, he said it without qualms. And he did so, surprising everyone so much that no one came near him to whisper some other malignity for the rest of the day. A cold and murderous glare, at the end of the day, was enough to make them shiver and to make sure they wouldn’t ever whisper bad things to her ever again.

Even with all the possible difficulties, it also had some positive aspects. They were understanding better each other and it was comical to see the other trying to adjust to the other’s body! His s/o almost choked in laughters when Mista tried to walk on their heeled shoes -it was disastrous, he seemed a drunk flamingo- and Mista pouted when she complained about his top-crop sweaters; what was the meaning of that?! She was too hot on her neck and arms and her belly was cold, how could he endure it?! He just scoffed, it all made even more comical, as he was scoffing with her face, and declared that it was fashion, baby, fashion required sacrifices! However, his s/o found a good use to the belly window when she noticed that the area was extremely sensitive; perfect for raspberries and being tickled…

When they finally switched back to their right bodies, they were relieved, of course, but also, all in all, happy about the experience. They had learned a lot more about each other, about their life, about what happened when the other wasn’t here; plus, Mista’s only day at her office radically changed how her colleagues treated her, and she was so grateful for this. Even with all the various inconveniences, in the end it had been a positive experience! And it had ended in the best way, so even better!

Narancia Ghirga

When the first switching mess happened, he switched with Giorno. It had been already weird and uncomfortable being thrown in another boy’s body, but in a girl’s one was even worse! He reacted a bit like Mista when it happened to him and Trish, with embarrassment and shyness, but soon enough he was back to business: the mission had the priority! It was too late, however; the target, that damn clown, had already escaped!

The first hours had been a tragedy. He didn’t know how to move, what to do… he didn’t want to embarrass her! He relaxed a bit just when she said him that it was all fine, with a kiss -and it was so strange to feel his own lips in that way, were they always so chapped?- and a smile. It would have gone all well! However, they had to keep up a façade and go on with their usual life and missions. As they weren’t always assigned to the same mission, sometimes they had to split up, and it happened that time too; G/N, in Narancia’s body, had to follow Bucciarati on an important mission -and, now, she realized for real how dangerous those missions were; she had seen him coming back scratched, bruised, but now she was realizing that those were just what Giorno couldn’t entirely repair with his Gold Experience- and her love -and worry- for him spiked up. She never knew he was always so near to death or, at least, to lose a limb…

On the other hand, Narancia came in contact with his s/o’s life from another perspective. He knew that university was difficult and hard, he had seen -and helped- her studying even to late night, but he never imagined it was so hard! He tried his best to keep a low profile, not to be noticed, but he lost his temper when he saw a whole row “booked” by one student, leaving a lot of students without a seat. Narancia couldn’t stand this kind of stupid injustice; it didn’t take long to group students against this asshole and, in few, glorious minutes, to win the seats. For a day, he was the class hero! Or, better, his s/o was the class hero!

When they switched back, Narancia sincerely forgot to warn her about her sudden notoriety. She was so surprised when, back to university, she was welcomed like a hero. What the hell happened?! When she came to know it, she could just huff a laugh. Of course… Narancia couldn’t stand an injustice when he saw one. Well, all in all it was good… now her life was a bit easier! And, when she saw him, she covered him in cuddles and kisses that made him chuckle and blush in happiness; what did he do to deserve so much affection? She just smiled, kissing him once more, saying that she was just happy that he was here, healthy and happy, with her; she couldn’t desire more!

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo didn’t experiment the switch, as, when it happened, he wasn’t with the group but working in the backstage to bring as many Passione members as he could to Giorno and Bucciarati’s side, to smooth out Giorno’s path to the Don role. So, when it happened, he panicked so bad that Purple Haze slipped out, out of control, and its dangerousness, plus the little time Fugo needed to successfully call it back, allowed the target to escape, leaving them in the wrong body.

Before Fugo could start to worry himself sick on this, his s/o took the situation in her hands, first of all calming Fugo down. She knew how much he hated sudden changes and, well… that one was an enormous change, even if just temporary. She asked him to stay calm and to stay with her, not to let panic take him far from her; they needed to work together, as a team, to resolve this. And, together, they would have made it! Meanwhile, they needed to impersonate each other, not to rise any suspect in who hadn’t to know it. For Fugo wasn’t easy; he had been as far as he could from any university since that terrible story of abuses and entering it again, even if in his s/o’s body, hadn’t been easy. He was skittish and silent, so different from how she usually was! Seeing how much her friends were genuinely worrying made him realize that, for her, university wasn’t a bad and toxic environment. She had people who cared about her, she was studying something she was liking… in the end, he was so relieved and happy to know it, that he managed to overcome his panic and disgust and, for the first time in years, maybe in all his life, to enjoy a university class. Maybe it wasn’t so bad…

Meanwhile, his s/o had to deal with his life as Consigliere of the Don. She knew it was hard and stressing, but to this extent? Absolutely not. Now she could painfully understand why he was always so tired and exhausted when he came home… and she was so angry to see how Fugo was, even if not aloud, mocked. Mocked for his anger issues, for his crazy stand, for his apparent act of “cowardice” when he left the group, when everyone knew that it was thanks to him if Giorno already had allies when he approached the position of Don… she couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stay silent and let her boyfriend be mocked like this! She really didn’t know how could he endure it all without snapping… but she wasn’t Fugo. She didn’t snapped -otherwise, everyone would have noticed he wasn’t Fugo, due to Purple Haze’s absence-, but did she speak her mind? Oh, she did. She called everyone out of their bullshit in a calm tone, like she was talking to bratty children; she knew that this was more annoying than any scream. And it worked; it put them all to their place, to her utter satisfaction.

When they finally were back to their right body -and they both made sure that the clown target couldn’t walk for a long time, after it-, both of them could notice some changes in each other’s life. Fugo, when he came back to the council chamber with Giorno, noticed that no one, now, was talking about him or speaking to him with a mocking tone, like it always happened; it was a so incredible change, it was like a breath of fresh air… he knew it was thanks to his s/o. And she? She was so pleasantly surprised when Fugo dropped by her university to share lunch and a class with her, she was so happy to sit at his side in class, to be able to present him to her friends… he had always been as far as he could from her university and in general university life, but now he seemed… he seemed like he had started to heal. Maybe, all in all, that switch hadn’t been so harmful…

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno still remembered with painful clearness that first switch, when Chariot Requiem unleashed that incredible power in order to protect the arrow. He still remembered how he felt to see his body, with Narancia’s soul in it, pierced and torn, how much he felt guilty for it… a cold dread clenched his guts when he opened his eyes in his s/o’s body, a little after the target had disappeared. Oh no, it was happening again for real…

However, he had to put aside all the bad memories and to deal with the current situation. He couldn’t hide in fear to try to avoid another Narancia casualty! He had to go on with his s/o’s life, while they both were searching for that asshole and their ridiculous stand. And so, he took her place at her working place, noticing, with a rising rage, how she was basically ignored. He knew she was quiet and cheerful, that she, usually, didn’t raise her voice, but this was not acceptable. She always had good and intelligent ideas, she deserved to be listened! And, so, he threw aside his original plan -to go unnoticed as much as he could- to step forward and act. He used his experience as Don to talk with firmness yet diplomacy, earning everyone’s attention; he exposed his s/o’s ideas, meeting everyone’s approval and surprise. He was feeling… well. He was doing something good and useful for his s/o. She was so smart and creative, it was a shame to leave her behind! Her voice deserved to be listened and he was happy to help her, at least for a little, to shine as she deserved!

On the other hand, she was trying her best to handle Giorno’s work as Don. It was more complex than what she thought! It wasn’t just paperwork, but also meetings, delicate alliances, he had to keep together an organization so big… after just few hours, she was beyond stressed! How could Giorno bear this all? Her admiration for him increased, as now she could understand him way better than before. She also understood how dangerous his job was when Mista quickly took her down, saving her, in fact, from some bullets shot from afar. This made her realize for real how near she had always been to lose him every day; it really gave her another perspective on his job and the risks linked to it.

When they managed to find the enemy and to force them to switch their souls back to their right place, no one was the same as before. When she came back to work, she found out that everyone, now, actually acknowledge her existence, they listened to her! And she knew she had to thank Giorno for it. And, now that she knew how Giorno’s life was for real, when he came home, she didn’t hesitate to hug him tightly, to kiss him and make him feel loved. She cherished, now, every moment, knowing how risky his life was, and she was so thankful to have him at home, safe and sound… it helped them both to be more aware of the other’s life!

#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #fem s/o #body swap #headcanons #sfw #kenkopanda

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linmanmiran · 2 years

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I tell you, I don’t know WHO let those wild, sugared up children run riot at the Halloween party. Some people need to learn how to control their offspring, smh. Where on earth could they have learned how to twerk? Disgrace and shame upon them etc.

On a totally unrelated note, keep the mini spiderweb pizzas coming my way.

@tinseltownevents @tinseltownstarter

#ttownhw22 #ttownstarter #✧ * º • –– talk less smile more

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lonelypond · 6 years

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Santa Cutie And The Christmas Cookie Queen

Love Live, NicoMaki, 6.5K, 1/3

Another year's worth of Christmas fluff. Maki Nishikino is the heir to North Pole Nishikino Industrial, touring factories for manufacturing tips. She won't settle for anything less than the best Christmas cookie ever. Nico Yazawa is a local TV news personality in quiet Tudor, Pennsylvania. She won't settle for anything less than her own media empire. They meet one stormy night on a bridge. But have they met before?

Storming Into Town

HERE:

Tudor, Pennsylvania. Any breaking news would have to wait as two of the most prominent women in local news had just sat down to their monthly lunch and gossip at the Round The Corner diner. Which was not around any corner and instead provided a stellar view of the most congested roadway in the county.

Ignoring the view, Channel 10 news personality Nico Yazawa, dressed for the weather in a light pink sundress, ebon hair in a ponytail, put down her fork and frowned at the fair haired woman opposite her, “You can’t just stalk my cameraperson. You have to actually ask her out. I gave you her number.”

“Can’t we do a trade. Like the NWSL?” Channel 15 news anchor Tsubasa Kira, tailored and trousered, hair teased, chuckled.

Nico’s crimson eyes sparked with indignation, “You don’t need a daredevil camerawoman and I do. Plus, Nico doesn’t do sports anything.” Nico decided she was finished with her salad, pushing the plate to the edge of the table

“But there’s athletes and legs and shorts and muscles and sports bras and...I know you like legs.” Tsubasa bit into a drumstick, leering.

“No class. That’s why you’re trapped in a small media market, Tsubasa.” Nico raised her hand, palm out, head shaking. The waitress dropped her chicken and waffles on the table. “Nico likes comfort food day.”

Tsubasa wiped her fingers on a napkin, “So why is Nico trapped in the local market?”

Nico batted her eyelashes and blew Tsubasa an empty kiss. “Nico is not trapped. Nico is the next Martha Stewart so Nico is building her fanbase and considering her options.”

“Romantic options as well?” This Tsubasa was genuinely curious about. She and Nico had been friends for almost half a year and while she knew Nico was gay, she had no idea if Nico was dating, had ever dated or was at all interested in dating.

Nico ignored the question, mouth full of waffle, “Ask Honoka out. Give yourself a treat.”

Tsubasa sighed and turned to look out the window, picturing a ginger haired whirlwind of energy with the kindest, brightest blue eyes. Nico continued to chew, happy at her successful diversionary tactic.

THERE:

There was nearly always snow, in some form. An aesthetic choice, here at North Pole Nishikino headquarters, a bustling company town, long hidden away in a cleft in the Poconos, only approachable through reindeer flight or a secret access road from the coolest, craziest diner in any non urban American locale. Maki Nishikino, red hair windblown as always, lavender eyes nearing maximum merriness, only heir and proud protector of the Nishikino-Claus legacy, smiled at the light fluster of snow that blew across the back of the diner parking lot. Jym brought over her chicken and waffles and Rin Hoshizora’s triple sized bowl of ramen.

“The bowl’s as big as your head, Rin.” Maki tapped her knife on the edge, Rin fending it off with a large spoon.

Rin decided not to wait for revenge, brows lowered over determined green eyes. She rarely got Maki alone to talk. “Did Eli give you the “get married and continue the family” legacy talk yet?”

Maki hissed, glaring, eyes narrowing, knife and fork paused in the act of cutting her dinner into chewable chunks.

“Ha!” Rin pounded a hand on the table and her broth sloshed over the side of her bowl. She slurped some noodles before continuing, “I knew it. Eli had that look. Kayochin owes me a date.”

“Do you have to win bets to get Hanayo to go out with you now?” Maki’s eyes twinkled at her best friend, mirth cresting over aggravation.

Rin stuck out her tongue as Maki finally to bite into drippy chunk of waffle. Excellent gravy. This was her test meal for any diner she ran across in her travels and no one did gravy nearly this well, “No, I don’t. We’re getting married.”

Maki grinned, the engagement was a childhood joke turned tender reality. “I know. I heard you shout when she said yes. And I was in California.”

“So when are you getting married?” Rin continued speaking, even while slurping through her noodles, most of her attention on her meal.

Maki was tempted to knock Rin’s bowl off the table, but that would just make a mess for the staff, “That requires dating, Rin, and I haven’t dated anyone since freshman year in college.”

“Yep. Slow learner.” Rin shook her head, her voice mournful. “Kayochin and I had such hopes.”,

“I am not a slow learner.” Maki shouted, half rising out of her seat, then realizing the rest of the diner patrons were looking at her. She slumped back. “I just want…”

Rin snorted, staring incredulously at her second oldest friend. “You can not still seriously be waiting for someone who bakes Christmas cookies better than your great grandmother. That’s not normal. Kayochin and I looked it up. There are no cookie sexuals.” The boisterous Rin had never been more serious, “You were only 5 when you decided you’d marry someone who made cookies better than your great grandmother. You were supposed to grow out of it.”

“You were 5 when you decided you’d marry Hanayo.” Maki put more force into cutting through gravy soaked waffles than was actually required. Splatter made it to Rin’s ramen bowl.

Rin leaned forward, pointing index finger a stern rebuke. “Kayochin is not a cookie. Because you can’t marry a plate of cookies. You can’t kiss or hug or…” Rin paused, catching Maki’s blush. “Anything with them. And your great grandmother started off looking like a movie star and then grew into cookies and gray hair and twinkly eyes. “There are pictures. And that’s what your parents say.” Rin stopped, for almost a whole minute, unheard of for the for the energetic elf, then her green eyes brightened with inspiration. “So look for a movie star.”

Maki blew out enough air to stir Rin’s short bangs, “Celebrities don’t do homey.”

Rin’s finger tapped the table after each word. “Buy. A. Cookie. Factory. For. Cookies.” pause” Date. A. Pretty. Girl. For…”

Maki threw a forkful of gravy and chicken across the table.

CHRISTMAS IN JULY

Maki grumbled as she opened the door to her suite. Too hot. July, of course, everything and everyone was sweaty, especially when you’re spending your time inside factories, crawling around assembly lines, getting hands on training on the mechanics of assembly lines and robotic arms. At home, the factory floor was three times the size of most Maki had seen here and constantly busy but there, if Maki stepped outside or opened a window, there was a cool breeze and a hint of Arctic whatever time of day or year. Maki had not fully appreciated that until now.. Air conditioning was a poor and noisy substitute and the sounds and smells of downtown Tudor were unexceptional. She needed a taste of home but Rin would tease her if she texted or called again. So Maki opened up the TWIG app and typed #ChristmasCookies into the search. That would be no surprise to anyone who knew her. Her profile photo was a white plate with “Gimme Cookies” scrawled across it. The first picture in the box was a tempting pile of very crisp looking ginger snaps, darkly caramel in color, crystallized ginger shards scattered over the top...Maki’s mouth watered, she could almost taste the slight bite of bitter in the treacle sweetness of the molasses. She clicked through. The cookies had been posted by @StormCookie, whose avatar was a very cutesy cartoon girl in a pink apron, awkwardly balancing a plate of cookies. Her profile linked to To Weather Any Storm, a lifestyle blog for those gay and girl and single.

Caption: Testing recipes for my Christmas cookies well in advance. Santa appreciates having the best when he stops by (*｀▽´)_旦~~.

This is true, Maki acknowledged and surprised by a suddenly silly mood, found herself typing a response.

SantaChan: Papa prefers oatmeal cookies, but I’d definitely bring some of the reindeer by for yours.

The response was almost immediate.

StormCookie: Why hi there, @SantaChan (*＾▽＾)／. Does your Papa let you take the sleigh out often?

SantaChan: It’s the family business. I’ve been the official cookie tester for years (^-^)ゝ

StormCookie. Ho ho ha! You sound like Santa Cutie ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

Maki blushed. This was definitely silly, @ing some anonymous lifestyle blogger who happened to post a really appetizing picture of her favorite cookie, but it was so much better than admitting to Rin how bored she was. Or getting another lecture from Eli about how valuable modern methodology could be.

SantaChan Why #ChristmasCookies in July?

StormCookie To meet weirdos like you?

SantaChan ⊙︿⊙

StormCookie Only kidding. Check your messages (*・∀-)☆

Maki checked for a notification.

StormCookie Hey, @SantaCutie, kinda looks like Christmas is all year round for you from your pics but I take my vacation now and spend it doing some of my Christmas blog stuff in advance.

SantaChan Practical.

StormCookie Yep. I’d let you taste them, but TWIG doesn’t deliver.

SantaChan ( ・・)つ-●●●ԅ(º﹃ºԅ)

StormCookie ha! So what’s your story, Santa Cookie?

Maki stared at the walls of her suite, very vertical wall paper, practically colonial themed furniture, moderately comfy. She threw herself back into the nearly historical couch, stretching her legs.

SantaChan Bored. Just started living in a hotel for 6 months because of a work gig. Staring at the walls. They’re stripey. Now staring at the ceiling. Not so stripey.

StormCookie SantaSilly. Get up and take a walk.

SantaChan It’s hot out there. I like blizzards.

StormCookie The ice cream?

Maki snorted.

SantaChan The storm, @STORMcookie ^.~

StormCookie (❤ฺ￫艸￩) Have to run. But I’m making more cookies tomorrow morning (*´ー`)

SantaChan: Looking forward to it ԅ(º﹃ºԅ)

NOW:

Nishikino Maki, lavender eyes narrowed, lips in a tight smile, bucket helmet protecting her head, goggles protecting her eyes, revved her throttle as her motorcycle navigated Rt. 30, grip still holding in the middle of a mid November hurricane. Maki knew it was crazy but she was tired of being the dutiful daughter. Studying manufacturing processes and sitting through meetings was BORING. Five months of BORING. She missed the crazy moonlight rides in the open sled, cold winds whipping her hair back, reindeer dancing joyfully across any wisps of cloud they could catch. The motorcycle couldn’t replicate that but there was a zest in controlling so much of her current destiny. She cut across the wind, turning down a side street that would bring her back to her hotel. She revved halfway into the turn, then throttled down as she pulled off the highway.

She was nearing a particularly picturesque bridge, even in this low light. Surprisingly, Maki wasn’t the only one on the road in the storm. She could barely make out shapes, a large van, two figures, one petite in a pink raincoat, looking as if the wind might pick her up and flip her into the river at any moment, taking a full hit from a suddenly surging wave. Maki slowed down, dropped her bike before she got to the van and yelling “Stupid” while she sprinted toward the woman. As she leapt to save the woman from falling over, her boot caught on a tree branch hidden in debris and Maki stumbled forward, falling against her target, who had to drop her microphone to catch Maki in both arms. Maki screamed as they both fell forward, but the jerk of a safety harness stopped them, the woman’s arms wrapped tightly around Maki’s torso.

“NICO!” An enraged voice shouted over the wind.

Maki found herself staring into crimson eyes nested behind long, luxurious lashes. Two carved dark pink lips pressed together then mouthed “Don’t move” before shouting “Umi” over Maki’s shoulder.

Maki felt hands pull them both upright and hustle them toward the van. Her ‘rescuer” kept an arm around Maki’s waist while muttering words Maki could only make out a few of, “Perfect shot...Nico was almost...crazy…”

Crazy was probably a reference to her, Maki realized and then she was pushed inside a warm space, someone was pulling off her helmet and her rescuer had wrapped separate blankets around them both as Maki raised a wet, shivering hand to pull down her goggles. Then she stripped off her sodden leather gloves. A fawn haired woman shoved a mug of something hot in her hand and an orange haired woman kitted out in rain gear shut the van door behind them.

“That was exciting, Nico!” The ginger haired woman giggled, wiping down an expensive video camera with a chamois cloth.

“Too exciting thanks to…” Maki’s rescuer was very small and she’d unzipped her coat, placing her hands on aggressively cocked hips, crimson eyes bright and waiting.

There was a pause. The woman snorted and shook her head, turning away to grab her own mug of...Maki took a sip, coffee. The coffee committeewoman smiled gently, “I’m Kotori Minami,” she pointed to the ginger, “that is Honoka Kosaka and you probably already know Nico.

Oh, names. “Maki Nishikino.” Another sip as words turned into sense through a barrier of wet chill. “Why would I know Nico?”

Honoka doubled over, chortling, as the van door opened again, and another woman, this one with blued black hair threw in a safety harness, “Are you all all right?”

“We’re fine, Umi. Everything worked.” Nico (Maki was still trying out the name in her head) rolled her eyes, “This one doesn’t even know who she was trying to drown.”

“Hey!” Maki attempted to stand but was too tangled in cords and blankets. “I was saving you.”

Nico watched curiously as Maki tripped over her own boots again, almost tipping her coffee forward and was forced to sit back down abruptly.

Umi looked at Maki, amber eyes serious, “That was incredibly dangerous. You could have both been killed.”

Maki shrugged. Another safety lecture to ignore. Nico took a delicate sip of coffee, still watching Maki, lips a wire of disapproval.

“Let’s get going, Honoka.” Umi opened the door again and Honoka jumped out after her, both sliding into the front seats a moment later. “Can we drop you somewhere?”

“I have my motorcycle so no thanks.” Maki finished her coffee, inhaling some calm before she tried standing again.

Nico crossed her arms over her chest, “It’s a hurricane. 60 mile per hour wind. Debris.”

“I’ll go 70,” Maki winked, forcing herself not to shiver as she put the blanket aside.

“That’s not how it works.” Nico muttered, turning aside with a “This is stupid” as Kotori smiled gently at Maki.

“We have to get back to the station.” Umi announced, checking her phone.

“Station?” Maki paused at the door, puzzling over the glare Nico was giving her.

“Channel 10.” Honoka bounced, rocking the van, “I got some good footage before you crashed into Nico. Watch us at 11.”

“Oh. Okay.” Now this made more sense. Nico was a reporter. Maki watched little television but she was finding herself curious about the group of women in front of her.

Nico put her mug down with a clunk, “Thanks for trying to save me.”

“You’re wel...”

Nico cut Maki off, “Go home before Nico has to cover your next near fatal road accident.”

“We do weather and lifestyle, Nico.” Umi chided, giving Maki a wave. Honoka turned on the ignition as Maki stepped out the back. When Honoka hit the gas, everyone heard a metallic crunch, followed by Nico screaming “Honoka!”

The van turned off and Umi got out, wind and rain still whipping everything. Maki’s bike was unusable, the weight of the van having crushed her front tire and wheel frame. Umi shook her head, her voice apologetic, “I guess we will be taking you home after all.”

Maki was never going to intervene in a potential disaster again. They seemed to be contagious. And Nico had come around outside the van again, Maki’s helmet in her hand. “You forgot this, Red and Risky.” Her lips thinned again, disdain striking Maki as chillingly as the wet wind and dead leaves. “So much living dangerously.”

“It’s Maki” Maki snapped, losing her temper as she wondered what to do about the bike. “And I can live however dangerously I want.” No matter what my parents say, Maki continued in her head. This was an echo of too many recent arguments. She wondered if she’d made the Naughty List yet. Then she’d be having the “you need to come home” conversation with Eli and as bored as she’d been, she wasn’t ready to go back yet. But this incident had started from a positive impulse so she was probably covered.

“Maki.” Nico’s voice cut through wind and rain. “Get inside the van. We’re taking you home. You can call AAA on the way.”

“I’m at the Yorktowne.” Maki stated automatically. It wasn’t that far away.

“Not a local?” Nico asked, suprised.

Maki shook her head, taking the helmet and following Nico back to the van, “Studying manufacturing for the family business.”

“Ah,” Nico opened the door, “Harley.”

“And some other places.”

Nico jumped up into the van, suddenly cheerful. “Welcome to Tudor, Maki Nishikino.” And then she smiled, her crimson eyes and pink lips bright, guiding beacons that made Maki forget she was standing in a storm, and a warm hand took hers, pulling her up against the smaller woman again, “Nico hopes you have better nights from now on.”

Maki was safely back in her hotel room. She’d called a wrecker about picking up the bike so that was someone else’s problem. She’d stripped off her wet clothes, which meant ALL of her clothes and they were lying on a pile on the sink. The shower had been hot, but not warming enough. It wasn’t quite 11 so Maki grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of the pile by the sink. She hadn’t posted to TWIG yet today and StormCookie usually posted around midnight so there’d be a chance the other woman would see it.

Soaked socks and underwear, not the most attractive pile, but very much the now thing for Maki. And a caption.

SantaChan: Got a little too close to the weather tonight （－－；

Maki never took a selfie or showed her face in her photos. She still only had a small number of followers and Rin, aka ElfCat, was her most frequent commenter, as expected of a best friend. But there was also StormCookie, who had become a regular presence since July.

Notification. PM. @StormCookie.

StormCookie: very suggestive for this time of night. Shocking. (∩╹□╹∩)

Maki blushed a little. If she were honest, that was exactly the sort of reaction she’d been hoping to get. Which was, she admitted, a little pathetic, to only flirt with someone she’d probably never meet and who didn’t know who she was. But then she didn’t get so nervous.

SantaChan: Too cold to care :;(∩´﹏`∩);:

StormCookie: Drink something warm and get under the covers, SantaChilled.

SantaChan: Suggestions?

StormCookie: Check my timeline out.

Maki slid through her feed. Half an hour earlier, StormCookie had posted a mug of hot cider, poured out of a beaten up old green Thermos. The caption read: Always carry this for rainy, windy nights.

SantaChan: looks warm.

Instant reply:

StormCookie: It is. Stirred with a stick of cinnamon to seal the magic in. Have to run. Call Room Service and get under those covers

ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

Maki sighed and threw herself on top of the pillow pile, grabbing the remote and the phone. Room service number she had memorized, now which station had that crazy cute group of news people said to watch at 11? 11 at 11? No, 10 at 11. It would distract her from thinking that she’d be a lot warmer if StormCookie were here, pouring her a drink of anything out of that beat up, family Thermos.

Nico had finished the live portion of her broadcast segments and Umi was putting the equipment away for the night. “Hey Umi?” Nico picked up a wrapped bunch of cable, following after Umi, “Do you have that biker’s number?”

“Yeah. Got all her information for the insurance claim.” Umi opened the storage cabinet, settling the camera on its shelf, taking the cable from Nico with a frown, “But I don’t know that you should use it for personal reasons.”

Nico leaned into Umi’s shoulder, “Nico would never do anything inappropriate.” Umi made a suspicious noise as Nico continued, “Nico wants to invite her to the studio so we can apologize. She seemed lonely.”

“She seemed mostly drenched.” Umi grunted, arms crossed.

“Why, Umi…” Nico started, after a half giggle.

“Don’t stretch yourself.” Umi’s smile was slow to spread across her chiseled features but sly, “Or I won’t give you her number.”

Nico chuckled, getting in a quick hug.“Text me the deets. How’s the propose to Kotori plan going?”

Umi grabbed Nico, tempted to shove her in after the camera, nearly lifting the much shorter woman off the ground, “Shush, Nico. Don’t mention that here.” Umi surveyed the room to see if anyone else had noticed Nico’s comment.

“Sorry.” Nico pulled out her phone, “Send the info. I want to call that redhead.”

“It’s nearly midnight, Nico.” Umi pointed out as she complied with Nico’s request, “Reasonable people are asleep.”

“We’re not.” Nico hit Call, “Thanks, best producer in the business.”

“Why is this so urgent?” Umi finished putting things back in their place.

“Nico will look cute tomorrow when we do the “holiday cookie” segment.” Nico’s smile hit full wattage as her attention turned to her phone call, “Hi, is this Maki? This is Nico….yes, we fell off a bridge together...just wanted to make sure you recovered from trying to drown Nico.”

Umi heard an indignant, “Drown? I was saving…” and went in search of her girlfriend, who had probably fallen asleep on a couch in the greenroom by now.

Well that was close to the most exasperating phone call Maki had ever been a party to. She glanced at the clock on her phone. And at 12:01 in the morning too. Just because Maki had watched the show and answered her phone didn’t mean she’d want to spend her lunch break tomorrow touring the station and watching a holiday cooking segment. Besides, elves didn’t really wear green, slouchy hats with bells on them. Rin usually worked testing sports equipment in a North Pole Nickshikino ball cap turned backwards. Rin had bought them for everyone as a joke three years ago and it had turned into uniform wear for all the elves in her section.

Still...the rest of Nico’s crew had seemed nice. And Maki still hadn’t met very many people in Tudor yet. Not that she’d be staying much longer. But she should probably go to inspect the holiday cookies. After all, that’s what Rin had put on her business cards. Maki had wanted to go with just a simple “Maki Nishikino, North Pole Nishikino Industrial” but Rin had gone behind her back and convinced the printer to add “Christmas Cookie Tester and Santa, Jr.” Which meant Maki couldn’t actually hand them to anyone and Rin gave them to everyone they met whenever she and Maki were together.

Messaging Rin.

M: Hey, Rin, thought you should know, tomorrow, I fulfill my most sacred duty.

Rin was actually awake. Well, this was the season of endless overtime.

R: Giving Santa an heir (ᗒᗨᗕ)

M: Shut up, Rin. That’s not what I meant. And if it was, I wouldn’t tell you.

R: (*≧艸≦) what’d you do?

M: Going to test Christmas cookies 且_(・_・ )

R: Made by a cute girl (ﾉ∀`♥)

M: No. A reporter.

R: Maki made a friend (ʘ言ʘ╬)

H: You met someone! Who?

Of course, Hanayo was awake and Rin had shared this wild rumor the elf was creating, based on one text from Maki. Maki shook her head at her best friend, glad Rin wasn’t in the room to see the blush.

M: I didn’t. I just thought Rin would like to know I’ll finally get to use my Christmas Cookie tester business cards. It’s nothing major.

R: SEND PICTURES!

M: No.

R: ( p_q)

H: Have fun, Maki (*´∇｀*)

R: KISS THE COOKIE GIRL (~￣³￣)~

M: Thanks, Hanayo. Go to sleep Rin.

R: (~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~

H: Good night, Maki.

R: (~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³￣)~(~￣³

And another victory for Hanayo in the wrestle Rin for her phone competition, Maki thought with a grin. Taking care of reindeer (and dating the constantly in motion Rin) actually kept her seemingly unathletic friend in excellent shape. Maki looked forward to spending time with both of them once she got back home. Too bad things were too hectic this time of year for them to make a quick visit. Hanayo would have enjoyed all the colonial architecture and cozy Christmas decorations downtown. And Rin would have enjoyed teasing Maki.

Rin pulled her phone back, glaring at her smiling fiancée, “Hey, Kayochin! I was having fun with Maki.”

Hanayo smiled, fingers gently petting short orange hair as Rin lay in her lap, “You were teasing her. If you make Maki self-conscious, she won’t go.”

Rin pouted, “She better send pictures.”

Hanayo giggled, “She will if the cookies are good.”

Maki had spent the morning working on painting and finishing a Harley so her jeans were spattered with paint and metal polish, but she didn’t have time to change. Pulling the Harley ballcap over her sweaty hair, she parked her rental in the news station’s lot, trying to figure out where the main entrance was so she could find a receptionist to guide her. Nope. Went in what turned out to be the back way, wandering gray corridors, with a few people rushing past her.

“Can I help you?” A young woman with a clipboard and an earpiece asked politely.

“I’m here to see Nico.” Maki shoved her hands in her bomber jacket, holiday wreath embroidered on the back, her last name on the front. Nico had said anyone could point Maki to her, but the redhead became more nervous as the young woman looked her up and down, then spoke into her mic, “Ms. Yazawa, your lunch appointment is here.”

“Maki!” Maki heard a yell behind her and whirled. Nico was rushing through a set of double doors, wearing a sleek red dress, decorated with holly leaves and candy canes. Her crimson eyes sparkled, her lipstick was candy cane striped. Maki wondered briefly how you got that effect as Nico took her arm, pulling her back through the doors. “I had Honoka posted at the front door, watching for you.”

“Sorry. Came in the closest door.” Maki pushed her hat back a little, suddenly self conscious about her clothing choices as she noticed how well the lines of Nico’s dress fitted the smaller woman curves.

“Not a problem, Nico found you.” Nico was wearing heels that brought her nearly up to Maki’s height and moving faster than Maki merging into a highway. It was impressive, “We have time for a short tour before Nico’s segment. Honoka’s really sorry about your motorcycle.”

“It’s okay. Insurance is handling everything.” Maki muttered as they approached a kitchen island set, with a stove behind it, decorated with oversized candy canes and gingerbread men. Nico smelled like mint.

“Nico is glad you weren’t on the bike.” Nico paused, letting Maki’s arm go, and leaned back against the island, arms stretched out, dark, shiny hair bouncing against its bows, leg raised so her foot rested on the stool behind her, “And that the hurricane blew out. Nico loves the thrill of weather stories but right now, I’d rather be inside near a warm stove.”

Silver flakes scattered across Nico’s lips seemed to be catching the light, drawing Maki’s attention. She wondered if the texture of the flakes would be smooth or scratchy to the touch and looked up to see Nico’s eyes watching her speculatively. Self conscious again, Maki felt too warm in her jacket but all she had underneath was a tattered t-shirt so she shoved her hands further into her pockets and nodded, taken in the details, seeing a plate of Christmas cookies and moving toward them, “Did you make those?”

Nico glanced at the plate of exquisitely decorated sugar cookie snowpeople. “Oh, Nico is using those in the shoot. They look perfect. Like Nico.” Maki was amazed Nico could say something like that without a pause or blush. But Nico just continued to smile at her.

“Hey Nico!” A shout. Maki recognized the black haired producer who’d taken her insurance information. “They need to check your mic.”

“Sorry. Nico will be right back. Don’t touch anything.” Nico winked and whooshed away, leaving Maki open mouthed and awkward. And surreptitiously grabbing a cookie from the bottom of a pile, one whose absence wouldn’t be missed at all. With two quick bites all the evidence would be gone. Two quick bites Maki was sorry to have taken, she thought as she chewed discretely, the oversweet sandiness of the cookies disappointing.

“Hi!” Another wind whooshed in, the ginger haired cameraperson, “Nico said you snuck in past me.” A hand was extended in Maki’s direction as startled, she choked down the remnants of cookie.

“Hi!” Maki shook hands, trying to remember the name, “Honoka.”

“Sorry about your bike. Nico and Umi were so mad at me.” Honoka didn’t sound upset at that at all. “Any more moving vehicle incidents and Umi’s not going to let me drive so at least your bike was parked.” Blue eyes blinked cheerfully at Maki, “You work at Harley?”

“I’m kind of interning. Studying assembly processes.” Maki decided that was the best answer.

“Cool. Nico said you weren’t from around here.” Honoka ignored all the bustle around them as Nico got into position on the set.

“Poconos.”

“Cool.” Honoka nodded.

“Usually.” Maki chuckled, Honoka looked puzzled for a second then grinned.

“Good one. We’d better move away from the set.”

“Don’t you have to run a camera?” Maki wondered, as both cameras had operators behind them. The set was very bright and isolated, cables running everywhere.

“Nah. Umi’s got me keeping you out of trouble instead.” Honoka headed toward a couple of folding chairs, “We can watch from here.”

Nico, now wearing the supposed “elf hat” had been a whirl on the seat, mixing and grabbing and smiling and kneeling down to assist a little girl onto the counter, where she and Nico sang one of Maki’s favorite Christmas carol, “Jingle Bells.” Then Nico interviewed a local woman collecting toys for inner city families and gave a few fireproof your tree tips.

“This is Nico’s favorite time of year,” Honoka whispered.

“Really?” Maki smiled as Nico perched on the counter, elf hat askew, candy cane lips wrapping themselves around the words to “Happy Holidays.”

“So leave a peppermint stick for old St. Nick hanging on the Christmas tree” Nico crooned as Maki substituted peppermint lipstick in the lyrics and tried to keep her attention on whatever Honoka was saying. But Honoka had paused too as Nico swung one well toned calf over the other and blew a kiss toward the camera.

“Yep. She always makes a huge plate of cookies for everyone.” Honoka licked her lips and leaned back, hands linked behind her head. “And brings leftovers for sandwiches the day after her big family meal.”

Maki remembered the gritty taste of the cookies and wondered about Honoka’s enthusiasm. Nico waved at the camera as she finished, winked at Maki, let someone take the mic off her and bounced over to where Maki and Honoka were sitting.

“I saw you singing along. Nico did well, right?” Nico chirped at Maki, offering her a candy cane.

“Impressive.” Maki nodded, as she stashed the candy cane in her pocket and pulled out her pocket watch, inherited from her great grandfather on the Claus side. The dial had a chimney with stars at the numbers and a moon at the apex. “But I have to get back.”

“Nice setup here right, all the latest tech.” Nico bragged as she tilted her head, curious fingers almost reaching for the pocket watch.

Maki closed her watch. She didn’t have the heart to tell Nico that the North Pole studio set was five times the size with channelled grooves for cables so she put the most awed look she could muster on her face, remembering Nico’s crossing her legs as she sang. “Thanks for inviting me to stop by, Nico. I enjoyed it. Good luck with the rest of your holiday segments.”

“Thanks.” Nico didn’t move as Maki stood, and once again the redhead found herself nearly in the arms of the newscaster as Nico frowned, looking around. “You didn’t get lunch. I packed you a sandwich. Where’d it go, Honoka?”

“Oh, that was for Maki.” Honoka fumbled Maki’s chair as she stood, “I ate that one. I thought it was extra. Sorry.” She tapped Maki on the shoulder, “It was a really good sandwich. You could tell Nico cared.”

Nico glared and muttered, her toe tapping an increasingly urgent rhythm. Honoka headed toward the exit, with a furtive air.

Maki shrugged, “Thanks for the thought.” She considered for a second and took a hand out of her pocket, offering it to Nico. Nico stared down at it, then into Maki’s eyes until the redhead ducked her head, breaking eye contact. Nico took Maki’s hand with a sigh, her handshake warm and firm. Maki was surprised at the strength.

Maki tried to break the handshake but Nico didn’t let go, her other hand covering Maki’s. “Let Nico take you out to lunch sometime, since you missed out today.”

Oh. Maki felt her face redden and her throat constrict. Oh. She pulled her hand back with a sudden backwards leap, “Um...um...I’m pretty busy. But maybe I’ll see you around?”

Nico suddenly looked shorter and Maki was a little sad for upsetting her. “Just turn on your tv. Nico is always there when people need her.”

Maki inhaled, squaring her shoulders, reaching out a not noticeable to anyone but her trembling hand to Nico’s shoulder, “Thanks, Nico. It was nice to see some friendly faces.” And then she smiled, trying to show Nico that she appreciated the offer. Which left Nico a little breathless and a lot confused as Maki speed walked out of the building, a lingering warmth spreading from Nico’s shoulder as the memory of a shy, sweet grin etched itself into Nico’s heart. She turned, puzzled about Maki’s reactions and spotted Umi with her hand in the Christmas cookie pile.

“No, Umi, don’t eat those.” Nico yelled.

Umi paused, a cookie halfway to her mouth, “The shoot’s over. We don’t need them anymore.”

Nico’s heels clicked as she rushed across the floor, “Jill the PA made those.”

“So what?” Umi’s brows furrowed as she examined the cookie.

Exasperated, Nico grabbed the cookie and tossed it into the garbage, “Thanksgiving Day leftover chili Jill the PA…” Nico rolled her hand at Umi, trying to lead her producer to the answer.

“Thanksgiving Day left.....” Umi had a vivid memory of half the staff rushing to the nearest trashcan two hours after the potluck lunch and Kotori coming back from Urgent Care with a with food poisoning diagnosis the Friday after Thanksgiving. Plans to visit Kotori’s family had been torpedoed by cold sweats and disinfecting. Umi hastily dumped the remaining cookies into the trash under the counter, washing her hands for twice the required time.

“So what do you think of Nico’s rescuer?” Nico piled plates into the sink as Umi dried her hands.

“Maki?” Umi handed Nico a plate, “Did you ask her out?”

“She said she was too busy.” Nico bit her lip, “But she seemed surprised at the idea.”

“Do you think she’d not gay?” Umi asked.

Nico shook her head, “Nico knows when someone doesn’t mind looking at Nico.”

“According to Nico, if I remember rightly, Nico is everyone’s favorite view, the reason our ratings are top of the market.” Umi chuckled, glancing at her phone.

“Ha ha,” Nico leaned into Umi, enjoying the friendly warmth, “Nico is serious.”

Umi let Nico rest for a minute, considering, “You have her number. Try again. Maybe she’s nervous. Try texting.”

“Is that how you’re going to ask Koto…” Nico teased.

“Be at the van in 20 minutes,” Umi moved briskly toward the exit Honoka had taken, “We have to get out to the Tree Farm.”

Nico pulled her hat off her head, smiling at it fondly as the bell tinkled, “Today, Nico is a Christmas elf.”

“Ditch the heels and the height’s…” Umi lingered in the doorway.

“Next time I’ll let you eat the poison cookies.” Nico threatened, leaving the hat on the counter for a PA to deal with.

“Honoka can’t navigate without me.” Umi’s voice carried back.

“Nico has GPS!” Nico shouted, then laughed at herself as the people scurrying to strike the set decorations stared at her.

After a day made longer by a stomach that had decided not to agree with something she’d eaten, Maki got into her hotel room, tossed her hat toward the desk and fell into the sofa, whipping out her phone. She blamed the cookie. Rin would be disappointed.

SantaChan: So @StormCookie, why can’t the girls I think look cute ever cook?

The reply was immediate.

StormCookie: I look cute and am the best cook you’ll ever meet.

SantaChan: and yet, I see no pictures. Or location.

StormCookie: 1. Celebrity, can’t reveal identity. Bosses wouldn’t appreciate side gig.

SantaChan: we’re dm’ing

StormCookie: nothing on the internet is private. 2. Also, Cute is more than looks. Or are you that shallow? Shallow is NOT cute.

Maki snarled at her phone, tempted to toss it after her hat. Then she breathed out, shaking her head at herself. No need to let a bad mood fester. Or inflict the sour taste in her mouth on someone who had become a friend.

SantaChan: Sorry, just grumpy. I’m tired of never knowing what to do when someone’s cute and I feel like a grubby, awkward slob. Plus, I ate bad food.

StormCookie: Ooh, sorry about the bad food. I had to save someone from that today

Maki wondered where StormCookie had been when she needed her.

StormCookie: Have room service bring you ginger ale or ginger tea. And you are obviously 100% Cute Girl™. Don’t worry. Dating’s simple. You can try out my easy system. It’ll be a good listicle for my blog.

SantaChan ●.◉

StormCookie: Trust me. First step: get out of your hotel room.

SantaChan: No.

StormCookie: Go see a movie. Eat dinner somewhere with simple food -- and flirt with a waitress. For practice. It’ll take your mind off things that didn’t go right.

SantaChan (▼-▼*)

StormCookie: Trust me. Get out of your hotel room ᕕ(╯°□°)ᕗ At least go downstairs to the restaurant. Or find a bar with a pool table.

SantaChan: There’s a place with pinball machines….

StormCookie: See, that sounds fun. Get out of your hotel room.

SantaChan (-｡-; All right.

StormCookie: Ginger ale first and nothing spicy (＾-＾)＿日

How could Maki get room service to deliver StormCookie to her room? That would be the easiest solution. The best parts of Maki’s days were the nights when she and StormCookie would just chat.

SantaChan d(-_^)

StormCookie: Then get out and talk to someone.

SantaChan ∠(^ー^)

StormCookie: Let me know when you need Step 2.

SantaChan: Thanks. Good night (⌒.−)＝★

StormCookie: Have fun! That’s an order （σ｀・∀・´）σ

Maki left her phone on the table and pulled the blanket up to her chin. How long did she have to wait until the nightly news? Would Nico’s segment look different edited. Nico. Maki stared at the ceiling -- not stripey -- and pictured Nico in front of her, so close she could smell the peppermint her lips must taste like, crimson eyes bright and warm. Maki wondered what would happen if she texted Nico after the broadcast to find out if the lunch offer still stood.

A/N Hi there. This year I'm channelling The Shop Around The Corner and You've Got Mail rather than Hallmark or Lifetime movies, but the intent is still to be so much gayer than any Christmas content you'll find on your TV, while giving still giving you that good old fashioned holiday fun feeling.

Enjoy!

#nicomaki #Love Live #Christmas #yazawa nico #nishikino maki #nozoeli #hoshizora rin #sonoda umi #kosaka honoka #minami kotori #tojo nozomi #koizumi hanayo #Santa Cutie And The Christmas Cookie Queen #ho ho ho #Yes Maki is Santa Jr #are you surprised

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Ok so imagine Shokudaikiri or Ookurikara crushing hard on the Saniwa. How would he try to win her heart? What kind of wingman would the other Dategumi swords be? What if Tsurumaru accidentally spills the beans? How does he die lol? This can be as fluffy or funny as you want it to be :> Thaaaank you

*violently bangs my head on the desk* Can I please switch with this lucky Saniwa? I’d kill to have these handsome men crushing on me ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

I honestly had so much fun working on this (I was giggling a lot while writing this my roommate got kinda irritated haha) so I decided to write both Shoku and Kuri-chan, although they will slightly differ in length. I hope you’re okay with that ;) I just love them so much, can you imagine the amount of death glares Kuri would shoot towards Shoku and Tsuru for trying to ‘help’ him? Thanks for sending this in sweet anon I will make this so fluffy your teeth are going to rot away haha o(*^▽^*)o sorry if this got too long tho

UNDER THE CUT FOR BEING TOO LONG (AGAIN)

Ookurikara

feelings are just a waste of time, and interacting with other people is such a pain, especially when it’s about Mitsutada and Kuninaga

ugh

but somehow you’re different

it’s not that he enjoys your company but let’s say, you’re a little less annoying than the rest because you’re not so noisy and blustering and don’t pester him like the rest of the Dategumi swords

let’s be honest with each other, it would take him a gazillion years to even realize that he has feelings for you

several hints from Shoku later and he’d still deny that what he feels for you is much more than mere toleration

deny until you die

but one day both of you are sitting on the porch, silently enjoying the faint summer heat and each other’s company when you fall asleep and just curl up in his lap

grumpy cat gets bright red but doesn’t dare to move because it might wake you

you just look so peaceful and innocent lying there a soft smile steals its way on his lips

yep, he’s screwed, and not only because Tsurumaru takes a picture of him

let’s face it, there’s no way in hell Tsuru would let his chance slide to tease and embarass him

if looks could kill then poor crane is in a critical condition rn

damn you Kuninaga for wiggling with your eyebrows whenever the Saniwa is near him

and damn you and your cute smile sToP it he doesn’t like that

having feelings is so disgusting how does he get rid of them

the answer is: he doesn’t, they only grow

you are now stuck in his heart

gets even more grumpy and openly avoids you it makes you wonder what you did wrong

Shokudaikiri feels pretty bad for you so he and Taikogane try to sweet talk Kara-chan into confessing but to no avail

Tsurumaru is banned from helping because it’s highly likely that he’d torpedo the whole thing

but when you worriedly ask Tsurumaru why Ookurikara has been avoiding you lately he feels kinda pressured and just stumbles over his own tongue

‘it’s because he thinks you’re cute! that’s why he hates you right now!’

‘he hates me?? what did i do?’

‘no he really likes you, that’s why has been avoiding you..and i probably weren’t supposed to say that but uhm..surprise?’

you def have to make the first move bc there’s no way he’d ever act on his feelings he’s ready to take them to his grave so you corner him afterwards and just kiss him while wrapping your arms around him

if that isn’t clear enough then i don’t know what is

after he has recovered from his mini heart attack (and the sensation of your soft lips) he straight up walks to Kuninaga and kicks him into the next century

he’s just too embarassed to be happy right now

Shokudaikiri

probably falls for you very fast and very hard

seriously, his love for you could put Kasen’s obsession with elegant and pure clothing to shame

his crush on you is painfully obvious towards everyone but you

like he’s as subtle as a flying prick

wears his best suits all the time

always cooks you your favourite meals

showers you with compliments 24/7

it’s so obvious, everyone and their mom know it by now

gets somewhat awkward and fidgety around you tho

‘Shokudaikiri isn’t the weather nice today?’

‘Happy birthday’

it’s not that he’s afraid of telling you his feelings, it’s just never the perfect moment

Ookurikara is so fed up with him he straight out refuses to be in the same room as both of you

angrily snarls at him: ‘just tell her already it’s getting annoying’ cue angry stare from Shokudaikiri

‘tell me what?’

*sweats nervously* ‘ah i just wanted to ask you what i should make for dessert’

very smooth

this is the glory time for Tsurumaru meddling with him though

‘I’ll plan a surprise so big he just has to confess to her’

next day in the kitchen: ‘Mitsu-bou, when are you going to tell Aruji about your feelings?

poor man nearly cuts himself

‘I don’t think this is the right time now. She has a lot of responsibilites and..’

‘Then how longer do I have to wait for you?’

literally freezes on the spot when he sees you coming from behind the fridge

Tsuru has magically vanished into thin air by now

guess he has to bite the bullet now, but seeing the bright smile on your face and the feeling of your soft and pliant lips pressing against his after he finally confesses, fills his heart with so much warmth Tsurumaru is easily forgiven

Saved by the bell little crane

- Mod Pancake 🥞

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‘ i am not a fucking shrink. i don’t give a shit anyway. ’ ‘ we are not talking! we are not fucking! nothing is happening! ’ ‘ you know me... the talking and the fucking go hand-in-hand. ’ ‘ rehab is for quitters. ’ ‘ you can’t snort a line of coke off a woman’s ass and not wonder about her dreams. it’s not gentlemanly. ’ ‘ damn you smell good, like home. ’ ‘ spend the rest of your life with this fool and this fool will spend the rest of his life making sure you don’t regret it. ’ ‘ there's no easy way to say this so i’ll just say it: i met someone. ’ ‘ there’s this feeling in my gut that she may be the one. ’ ‘ i don’t know how to be with you right now and that scares the shit out of me. ’ ‘ it’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. ’ ‘ i don’t know what’s going on with us and i can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. ’ ‘ it’s a lost art, really. like handjobs. ’ ‘ i have a confession to make... i didn’t like you very much at first. ’ ‘ you didn’t seem to have much interest in me, which i of course found vaguely insulting. ’ ‘ funny how some things never change. ’ ‘ i cruised along, doing my thing, acting the fool, not really understanding how being a parent changes you. ’ ‘ i don’t remember the exact moment everything changed. i just know that it did. ’ ‘ loving you has been the most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. ’ ‘ i made a silent vow to protect you from the world, never realizing i was the one who would end up hurting you the most. ’ ‘ when i flash forward, my heart breaks, mostly because i can’t imagine you speaking of me with any sort of pride. ’ ‘ i care for nothing and everything at the same time. ’ ‘ noble in thought, weak in action. ’ ‘ i think that’s the good thing about never being married, it’s impossible to divorce. ’ ‘ i tried, but somewhere along the line, you slip back into what you know and i’m sorry about that. ’ ‘ i’m sorry we haven’t talked in awhile because i miss you. ’ ‘ you’re doing the best you can. you’ve done good. ’ ‘ that fucker is the horniest man i’ve ever met. he’ll be pitching a tent on his deathbed. ’ ‘ don’t tell me what to feel. ’ ‘ all my fucking life people have been telling me i do things wrong. i’m always the fucking asshole. i look around and i see everybody else is infinitely more fucked up than i am. ’ ‘ i’m offering you sex, and you just want to talk? has the earth spun off its axis? ’ ‘ i question everything. it’s very healthy. ’ ‘ you should live with someone who everyday reminds you how fucking lucky you are to be with them. ’ ‘ you don’t want to be with me. ’ ‘ if i were to give myself to you, you would run for the hills ‘cause you’re not in love with me. you’re in love with the idea -- the idea of love. ’ ‘ imagine my fucking disappointment when you turned out to be the biggest cliche of all. ’ ‘ a great father is a guy that gives it all up for his family and leaves his self-destructive bullshit at the door. ’ ‘ there isn’t a woman that i’v’e met that i haven’t fallen in love with for 10 minutes or 10 years. ’ ‘ friends don’t let friends bang each others soulmates! ’ ‘ i consider that whole area -- general area -- my cock. like, from my knees to nipples. ’ ‘ two people of the opposite gender can’t rendezvous after 7 pm. ’ ‘ life’s just too fucking boring not to try. ’ ‘ i may be easy, but i’m not sleazy. ’ ‘ a morning of awkwardness is far better than a night loneliness. ’ ‘ i like it here. it’s nice. the sun is chirping, the birds are shining. the water’s wet. ’ ‘ life is good, sweetheart. life is good. ’ ‘ you can blame everything on the economy, douchebag. ’ ‘ no man should ever have to bear witness to his “o” face. ’ ‘ you know, it’s not fair to say “b.r.b.” and then never actually b.r.b. ’ ‘ fuck around all you want. i’m no judge judy. but don’t string a woman along for a major chunk of her childbearing years. that’s not cool. ’ ‘ when it comes to emotions, women know how to pain with the full set of oils while men are busy doodling with crayons. ’ ‘ there’s nothing quite like getting stoned on the very bed that your ex-domestic partner shares with her fiance. it’s the little things. ’ ‘ hang out with your wang out, but remember: no gloving, no loving. ’ ‘ hate the game, not the playa. ’ ‘ no matter what you did, don’t give up. do not give up because if she loves you, she’ll forgive you. ’ ‘ things fall apart. they break. that’s life. ’ ‘ despite all evidence to the contrary, i am a gentleman. ’ ‘ i’ve been thinking about us -- that’s us with a capitol “u”. ’ ‘ the story of us... how the fuck do i sum it up? ’ ‘ any story with me in the center of it will never be anything less than a big, smiling mess. ’ ‘ our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute beauty. ’ ‘ for years i woke up, fucked up, said i was sorry, passed out, and did it all over again. ’ ‘ i’m a sucker for happy endings. ’ ‘ there’s just the two of us, which can be fucking ugly sometimes. ’ ‘ i didn’t know how to finish it because it’s not over. ’ ‘ it’ll never be over, as long as there’s you, and there’s me, and there’s hope, and grace. ’ ‘ wine me. dine me. stand up 69 me. ’ ‘ one does not very easily forget the kiss of a beautiful woman. ’ ‘ that’s right. i said it. i meant it. i’m here to represent it. ’ ‘ can you slow down? i don’t know why you’re so fucking angry. ’ ‘ i’m not the one who disappeared to the bedroom with that fucking weirdo degenerate. ’ ‘ you’ve got a fucking nerve to take issue with anything i do, ever! ’ ‘ you’re right, but what am i supposed to do? just sit there and watch it happen? ’ ‘ why the fuck did you come here tonight anyway? ’ ‘ there’s always this voice in the back of my head that says ‘maybe this time it will be different, maybe this time the stars will align and there will be this magic moment between us where everything will be okay again.’ ’ ‘ there’s always something or someone in the way! ’ ‘ you want me not to see anybody else, just say the word. but if you keep me at arms length, what am i supposed to do? just sit around with a cock-cage on and hope that you’re going to have some kind of epiphany about us? ’ ‘ do you honestly think i care about you fucking someone else? if we’re not together, i don’t expect you to have taken some vow of celibacy. ’ ‘ when i see someone look at you the way i used to look at you... i fucking hate that. it makes me sick to my stomach. ’ ‘ i don’t want to be that person. i don’t want to start playing games and like, trying to get back at you or try to hurt you. ’ ‘ i thought there was something wrong with me, but it’s you. you’re a loser. ’ ‘ i’m sorry you got hurt. i thought we had an understanding. ’ ‘ i swallowed your cum, but worst of all, i swallowed your bullshit. ’ ‘ i guess being there made it easier to forget that i still love the shit out of you. yeah, wow, i said that out loud, didn’t i? ’ ‘ so? i still love you. i always will, till the day i die. but at some point, i had to choose happiness, i had to make that a priority. ’ ‘ i’m with someone who understands that i’ll never stop loving you and that makes me happier than i’ve ever been. ’ ‘ contrary to popular belief, i’m not out there trying to hurt anyone. ’ ‘ by the way, you’re an incredibly woman. very sexual. are you ovulating right now? ’ ‘ don’t blame me because you were born with a clit for a cock and a tiny beanbag to house what passes for balls. ’ ‘ eat my shit. ’ ‘ it makes my labia shrivel. ’ ‘ die young and suffer, dickless. ’ ‘ you can either cry like a bitch or smack a bitch. ’ ‘ what, you going back to your mommy’s? you fucking infant. ’ ‘ sperm would enter my pretty little vajoojoo and my cold black heart would kill that shit dead, son. ’ ‘ trust me, getting your asshole bleached would be much more fun. ’ ‘ you’re like one of those freaky chicks who marries serial killers on death row. ’ ‘ well, if you were not so preoccupied with sticking your dick in anything with a hole that will have you, you might noticed these things. ’ ‘ i want to go back and do it all over again. only this time, not make the same mistakes... this time, do it better. this time do it right. ’ ‘ our best days are behind us now. you’re just chasing a dragon. we’re never going to life happily ever after. ’ ‘ you’re going to die poor, drunk, and alone. ’ ‘ welcome to the place where time stands still, where whisky flows and always will. ’ ‘ i came back... for you. i know it’s overwhelming, disorienting even. ’ ‘ we have to resolve this shit one way or another, don’t you agree? ’ ‘ i say we stay here until we figure it out... or until we both get so fucking horny we can’t stand it. either way, it’s a win-win for both of us. ’ ‘ what is this? explain yourself, woman. ’ ‘ do you realize that the bottom has just officially dropped out of our relationship? ’ ‘ angry? i’m not angry! why would i be angry? i’m not even entitled to angry. ’ ‘ that’s what makes it worse: she was there first. ’ ‘ you might wanna curve your crazy bitch. ’ ‘ why, do you still love her? ’ ‘ are you challenging me right here in my own home? ’ ‘ of course i love you! i’ve always loved you! ’ ‘ i didn’t fuck anyone, if that’s what you were wondering. ’ ‘ who gives diamonds to the homeless? not i. ’ ‘ i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life annoying the shit out of you. ’ ‘ i’m sick and tired of fighting about the past. ’ ‘ home is wherever you are. ’ ‘ you are so full of shit? ’ ‘ other than making the sweet love to me, that’s the nicest thing you could’v done. ’ ‘ you’re right, i know everything there is to know about you. ’ ‘ i am lucky. i’m lucky to have known you, i’m lucky to have loved you. ’ ‘ i like you when you’re crazy. ’ ‘ you have so much shit going on in your life right now, you don’t want to add this to the mix. ’ ‘ thank you for letting me be the crazy one for once. ’ ‘ merry fucking christmas. can we go home already? ’ ‘ it’s your life. if there’s something you don’t like about it, you can change it. ’ ‘ you need to be in the middle of a mess of your own creation, right? that’s what makes you attractive and also, impossible to live with. ’ ‘ impossible is a very strong word. ’ ‘ i love you, but i can’t be with you. when will you accept that? ’

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