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angelicimagines · 3 years

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(Regular Ask | Any Mod) Post-Game Hajime, Nagito, Gundham, Sonia, and Akane dating the Ultimate Enologist who always plays tricks on them with swapping their drinks (innocently). Like; Hajime being asked to taste their new concoction, and it's literally just orange juice/favorite drink with no sweetener/additives, LOL.

Hello there Anon. This reminds me a lot of those "potions" that we all made when we were kids but they were really just soap and some other stuff mixed with water. I also took some creative liberties with this one cuz I had to mix it up a bit. Here's your request. In other news tumblr crashed on me in the middle of this and deleted a whole ass section. I am ready to fight god with only primal rage as my weapon. -Mod Shuichi

(Post–Game) Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Gundham Tanaka, Sonia Nevermind, Akane Owari with a playful Ultimate Enologist!S/O.

Hajime Hinata🍊

🍊 Is immediately suspicious of you. You served him a glass of your new "concoction" but it just tasted like orange juice. Does he look like an idiot to you? 🍊 Begins "interrogating" you about the drink like you're in a trial. You must be the ultimate actor because your acting skills were top notch during the questioning. 🍊 He's out of truth bullets, shit. You got lucky this time, he has his eye on you. 🍊 He is also a massive hypocrite. 🍊 He loves watching others' reactions to your "concoctions". You usually pull this trick when they have already tried some of your original work, so they definitely don't expect to taste lemon juice in what is supposed to be a glass of your newest work. 🍊 Tries to hold in his laughter because then it would look suspicious, like you two were up to something. Maybe in the future though. 🍊 Back on track, he just knows you're paying tricks on him and wants to confront you about it, but… 🍊 Man's a simp. You're just so happy whenever someone falls for your tricks and you genuinely have a passion for creating and pranking and who is he to stop your fun. 🍊 When you do pull the trick on him, y'all have a back and forth debate on whether or not the drink is actually a new creation or apple juice. 🍊 You insist it's a new concoction and he goes "NO THAT'S WRONG!" Oh shit, he's onto you. Rethink your strategy stat! 🍊 You gave him something actually original and said it was "orange juice". 🍊 He drinks it, blinks a few times, and then glares at you. You apparently have a deathwish because you lean closer to his face and feign innocence, batting your eyelashes at him while asking what's wrong. 🍊 You expected another interrogation or maybe a "listen here you little shit", not a kiss on the lips. A surprise to be sure. 🍊 That was the start of a routine. Everytime you played your tricks on him, he'd pull you in and kiss you. You didn't know why he did that, but it was a fun way to get kisses. 🍊 If you ask him, he'd say he wanted you to taste teste your new drink <3

Nagito Komaeda☘️

☘ Very conflicted on how to feel. On one hand, he is sure what he is drinking is not the liquor you said it was; but on the other, who is he to doubt an ultimate? ☘ Plays along and congratulates you on your drink, saying it was very tasty. Bonus points if you do this trick in front of others and they're saying it's plain juice and not whatever fancy name you had said. ☘ Lowkey loves when others argue about your drinks. He always takes your side and it's hilarious. ☘ "I'm telling you that's not wine, it's cranberry juice!" ☘ "It's wine, if the Ultimate Enologist says so then it's wine. Did you spend years studying wines and their craft?" ☘ "I'M NOT AN IDIOT THAT'S CRANBERRY JUICE!" ☘ After a few more tricks he figures it out. You're playing a prank on him huh. ☘ He lets you know by saying thanks for the juice instead of whatever it is you said it was. ☘ You almost dropped the glass you were holding. He thought it was due to his luck, but he let it pass. Your face was just too funny to let the opportunity pass. ☘ Even though he knows, he still plays pretend from time to time. One because it makes you happy and two because you have to keep the illusion going for the others. ☘ You bargained with him over that last point. You promised him cuddles (after lot's of convincing that he did deserve them) in exchange for him acting along when you pulled your trick on others. ☘ Now he gets your cuddles, free drinks, and gets to witness your funny moments when you pull the prank on others. Man he really is lucky. ☘ If you name a drink after him or if one of your drinks is inspired by him he'll cry. Will refuse to drink it himself. ☘ You also share a drink that you say it's a new wine but it's really just dyed water. Others are confused by your couple ritual but y'all are happy so who cares. ☘ Nothing makes him happier than hugging you while you work on your drinks though, it fills him with hope <3

Gundham Tanaka🐹

🐹 Is convinced you're working with dark magic. You made wine taste like orange juice, what type of sorcery do you practice? 🐹 Asks you to see the process to check for magic. Oh no, you're fucked. 🐹 Or so it seems. When he's not looking you swap the drinks and keep the illusion going. He has yet to find out. 🐹 You sometimes pretend to add blood (red food coloring) to the decorations of the glass you serve your drink in and pour a special wine into them to make it look like blood. 🐹 People are convinced you two are vampires because of this. 🐹 You make non alcoholic drinks for the Devas in exchange for protection and a special place in his dark realm. You can also pet the devas free of repercussions. 🐹 Is insulted when someone even dares to suspect your drinks aren't really anything new. How dare they question the work of his soul's chosen companion sorry Hajime. 🐹 Very confused as to why others argue with you over your drinks. He is certain the contents of that glass are not apple juice, it's your new concoction inspired by the Devas. 🐹 The day he finds out your secret is the day the apocalypse began (not really but it felt like it). 🐹 You were preparing your drinks for the trick and waiting for him. He decided to surprise you by showing up a bit earlier and that resulted in him catching you mid switch. 🐹 Kept staring at you and the drink back and forth repeatedly, until the information was processed. 🐹 He's been tricked, sabotaged, and quite possibly bamboozled. 🐹 Began to doubt your status as a mortal and started having a crisis. In front of two perfectly fine drinks but ok. You came clean after that and he feigned betrayal. Even got the devan in on it too. 🐹 Both of you acted like it was a scene from a telenovela while trying to hold in y'alls laughter. You eventually got to the part where you begged for forgiveness. 🐹 Will forgive you on one condition, you pull that trick on Souda <3

Sonia Nevermind👑

👑 Before you even got to pull your tricks on her you were already her own personal enologist. Only the best for a princess. 👑 Does notice that your concoctions taste strangely like every day juices you can buy from the store, but she decides to give you the benefit of the doubt. 👑 Loves it when you do it to others though. She might not know what is happening but watching you argue with Fuyuhiko over what you just served him is hilarious. 👑 Gets whiplash whenever you pull your trick right after a formal event. You serve a magnificent cocktail never seen or tasted before and the next second you serve her what tastes like pineapple juice. 👑 You come to her for inspiration on what drinks to do next, it mostly involves references to the occult disguised as fancy people drinks. 👑 Does she find out about your secret? Yep 👑 She was looking for you to spend quality time together when she say you pour a glass of peppermint lemonade and label it as "new drink". 👑 Someone walked up to your stand and asked to try said drink and you served them the lemonade. They were extremely confused and from there a discussion started. 👑 She scurried away before you could catch her, equally as confused as the poor customer you just served. 👑 The next day, she asked to try some of your drinks and they all tasted like normal drinks. What happened to your awesome concoctions you served during parties? 👑 She's on a mission now, she's gonna get to the bottom of this mystery. 👑 One time, while you weren't looking, she snuck into your storage room to confirm her suspicion and found you working on your new wine (legit this time). 👑 You didn't seem to mind she had snuck into your storage room and invited her over to see the process. After that was done you offered her a glass as a taste test. 👑 She took a sip and it tasted like…mango juice? When she looked at you with a confused expression you laughed and offered her a glass of the actual drink. 👑 In that moment she realized she doesn't mind your tricks that much, if it makes you smile that brightly she'll always for for it <3

Akane Owari🤸

🤸 She would gulp down anything that you "concocted" for her because she loves you and you make killer drinks. 🤸 Would probably "get drunk" on whatever you decided to give her because of placebo effects and whatnot. 🤸 It is very fun to give her something like lemon water and saying it's a new type of tequila and you want her to do the honors of taste testing it. 🤸 Gladly does it and comments that it takes a bit like lemon. Then gives suggestions to other flavour you could add in your "tequila". 🤸 Others have tried to convince her it wasn't a new concoction because after the ntheenth time she had fallen for the trick it got a bit worrying. 🤸 She denies it every time. 🤸 One time you were serving her a glass of your new "drink" that was really just apple juice dyed to look like fine wine. 🤸 "Thanks for drink S/O, it looks delicious!" 🤸 You try to supress your giggles as she drank the whole thing and gave you back the glass. 🤸 She did comment that it "kinda tastes like apple juice" but that theory was dismissed due to the color of the drink. 🤸 Your plan fell right into place, good for you. Though the cheering had to be reserved for another time. 🤸 That time would be when you were cleaning the dishes because it gave you some alone time to cheer on your victory and you had a bunch of glasses to clean. 🤸 As you left with her empty glass in hand to get started on the dishes, Akane smiled to herself and lighty chuckled at the recent exchange 🤸 Plot twist, she knew that you were just messing with her. She played along with you because you always had the brightest smile whenever serving her a drink and she loved seeing you happy. 🤸 She just wants to see you happy, plus she gets free drinks <3

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stylesberries · 4 years

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Flower Field

Summary: Harry accidentally breaks his favorite guitar, which makes it an obvious choice of a present for his upcoming birthday.

Genre(s): fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): cuteness overload

After releasing Fine Line, Harry was preparing himself to go on a world tour with the new album. He refused to leave you, his most precious treasure, behind when going on tour. He begged you to come with him, as if you could ever turn that request down.

Couple of months before the tour Harry’s favorite guitar ended up broken. It was just another night spent in the studio with you and Mitch. Harry got a bit too excited (and a little tipsy) as he danced his precious bum off, he tripped and landed right on top of his guitar neck, snapping it in two. Watching his facial expression change from a blissful one to a mournful one, you stood up from your place to walk over to him and wrap your arm around his waist. You took a look at the body of the guitar on the floor, separated from the neck, that Harry was holding at the moment. He held it with disappointment written all over his face.

“It was a really good one, you know?” Harry stated, turning it look at you.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” You pressed your body to his side and pulled him closer to you by his waist.

“It’s okay. It happens sometimes.”

Although, he tried to brush it off, you knew he was very upset. He wrote two albums on that guitar and was planning on taking it along on tour.

His birthday was just around the corner, so you knew exactly what you were going to get him as a present.

The next day you called Mitch and asked him about the guitar Harry broke and where you could get the identical one. Mitch provided you with the address of the guitar shop, that Harry mostly get his guitars from, and the name of the model.

You snuck out of the bed early in the morning, gently pushing Harry’s arm off of your body. Leaving the bed, you made sure to pull the blanket over Harry’s back, so that he’s not freezing in this mid-January situation that was going on in the northern hemisphere. You were turning to walk up to the closet to change your clothes, but you couldn’t keep yourself from turning back in your feet and bending over the bed to land a kiss on your beloved’s temple.

“Nghh, where y’goin’?” Harry surprised you by mumbling to you and tugging on your (his) T-shirt.

“Stay. Please.” How could you leave now?

Guess the guitar will have to wait for a day.

“Y/N, don’t go please. We haven’t cuddled in two days. I miss you. Come on, princess. Come here, love.” Harry whispered in your ear as you guys stood in the kitchen cooking dinner two days after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.

“Baby, stay with me. It’s so early and you look so fucking hot in that T-shirt of mine.” Harry pressed his crotch against your thigh on the third day after you was supposed to go to the guitar shop.

“But we had to watch so many movies, sunshine. I even made us some popcorn.” Harry grinned at you, walking towards you with a bowl, while you were sitting on the couch.

As you may have already guessed - it was the forth day after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.

On the fifth day, you told Harry that you have to do a lot of work that accumulated within those five days. He grudgingly let you go, but made sure to make you promise to spoon him when you come back.

Parking your car by the guitar store, you were relieved to see that the store was open on a Sunday.

You walked into the store and up to a shop assistant, who was wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt. “Adds to the atmosphere.” You thought.

After telling him the name of the exact model you need, Eric, as his badge suggested, guided you to the guitars hanging on the wall. He pointed at one, that looked just like the one Harry cracked in two.

You walked out of the store with a guitar in a case and a happy smile on your face. A fucking poet you are.

Not wanting to leave the guitar plain crème, you also dropped by an art supplies shop to get some paints to decorate the guitar.

Next week you would sneakily decorate the guitar whenever Harry left the house to go to the store or the studio.

By the end of January the guitar was decorated with flowers. Chamomiles, roses and sunflowers graced the surface of the guitar, making it look like a portal to a flower field. Perfect.

On his birthday, Harry was woken up earlier than usual by your kisses. What greeted Harry was the undivided attention of his favorite person and a breakfast in bed made by said person.

At about seven in the evening you both were on your way to the party that Jeff put up for Harry and Glenne. On the way there Harry kept asking you about the mysterious present that you promised to gift him after the party.

“Is it something edible?” He asked, being visibly restless.

“No. Actually, who knows? I guess everything is edible. I think you could try to eat it but I doubt you’d like it much.”

Your answer just confused the poor guy even more. He turned his head back to the window and squinted his eyes. In a few moments, he turned his head back to you, sitting in the driver’s seat. You told Harry that as a birthday boy, he shouldn’t have to drive himself to his birthday party, which was a lame excuse, but you needed one to get him to let you drive, as you knew his attention would be on you the whole road to the place.

“Is it small enough for me to carry it around?” Harry tried his best to guess what exactly you were getting him. He’d been like this since the early morning when you wouldn’t tell him what you’ve gotten for him.

“It’s not small, but you can carry it around.” It was the first question, for which your answer wasn’t exactly a “no”, so Harry smiled, thinking he’s finally onto something. The party took place in a closed down restaurant that you all would go to once in a while. There weren’t many guests. Just the closest friends. “Knowing Harry, it’s probably hundreds of people.” You thought.

At 8:46 Jeff came up to you and Glenne and interrupted your heated discussion about the newly released albums that deserve more appreciation than they’re getting.

“Y/N.” Jeff whispered to you. “Harry’s going on and on about a present. He’s driving me insane.” Jeff started and leaned closer to you.

You know exactly what’s going on.

“What did you get him? I’m honestly intrigued myself.”

As if you didn’t know that Harry was the one who sent him over to you.

“Look, Jeff, I know Harry sent you over. I’m not telling you anything.” You turned to Harry, who was standing two tables away from you and was, apparently, engaged in a conversation with Ben.

You walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He excused himself, slowly turned around and tried to hide a smile, knowing that you’ve probably figured his plan out.

“Hi, baby.” You moved your mouth up to his ear, which made him lean into it automatically.

“If you want to know what I got you, you should be patient like a good boy you are, okay?” Your voice was stern and you could feel him stiffen up next to you. As you moved away from him, you put on an innocent smile and kissed him on the lips. He froze in his place and couldn’t even move his lips against yours. Separating your lips from his, you turned to back to walk over to Glenne to continue your talk.

When you came up to Glenne and Jeff, he informed you that the cake is about to be brought out for the two Aquarians to blow the candles.

When the cake was brought out, the wishes ended up forgotten, as both Harry and Glenne had their faces covered in sweet frosting. You laughed while dragging your pouty boyfriend to the restroom to clean him off. On the way to the restroom, your fingers had already been covered in the frosting from Harry’s face, as you were getting a better taste of it.

You walked into the restroom and got napkins to clean Harry’s face off.

“Is it something we can both use?” There we go again.

“No, love. Unfortunately, it’s not. I mean it could become that but not at the moment, no.” You answered him while wiping the frosting off of the tip of his nose.

“Why is it s’complicated?” He asked with frustration written all over his face.

“It’s actually quite simple, lovie. We’ll be home soon and you’ll know what it is.” You smiled at Harry and brought your hands to cup his cheeks and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re so loving.” He lets you push his head into the crook of your neck.

“Of course I am. How can I not be loving to you? You’re my everything.” You cooed into his ear while drawing circles on his back.

“No. No one has ever cared f’me as much as you have. Y’make it look so easy to love me, and I know for sure - I’m not easy to love. I’m all over the place. I’m clingy and sometimes even annoying, but y’never make me feel like it bothers you.” He whispered truthfully into your ear as he relaxed in your arms.

You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away to look into his eyes. You hugged him tighter and kissed his temple.

“Because it doesn’t. I don’t make it look easy to love you. It is easy to love you. I love when you’re being clingy. Makes me feel wanted and loved. I adore everything about you, my precious. You’re so sweet, kind and attentive, sunny. I love you more than anything, do you know that?” You could feel him ready to start a debate on how annoying he is, but before he has a chance to say anything, you pull him away from your neck and look into his eyes, still holding his hands in yours.

“It’s a guitar.” You blurt.

“What?” Harry asked you confusingly.

“The present. It’s a guitar. The same as the one that you landed on. I also painted it but I want you to see it in person first.” You explained shyly. Harry looked at you with wide eyes and seemed a bit too shocked for your liking.

“Why do you look so shocked? Am I that bad that you didn’t expect me to do anything nice for you?” You jokingly asked.

Harry’s face softened and the corners of his mouth flew up. He kept looking at you with his loving green eyes and you could see tears building up in their inner corners.

“Harry, are you crying?” You asked and tried to pull him closer to yourself but he brushed your arms away. Instead, he grabbed your cheeks in his hands and smashed his lips into yours.

As his lips separated from yours, he kept holding your face in his hands and looked straight into your eyes.

“I spent my whole life thinking that I will never be able to find real love. I kept blaming myself for the fact that every relationship I’ve been in before you would fall apart because of me. When you walked into my life, I was so scared to mess everything up again, but you made it seem as if I wasn’t the one at fault. You made me feel normal for once. You make all the pain subside. M’heart and soul belong to you. Only you.“

As Harry finished his speech, Mitch bursted into the restroom.

“Guys, stop making out, we’ve been waiting for you to cut the cake. Glenne said she wanted Harry to help her make the first cut for a picture.”

Mitch walked further into the room and stood behind Harry pushing him towards the door.

“Y/N, come on. He won’t go unless you come with him. He’s like a lost puppy without you.” Mitch teased Harry, causing him to frown.

“He’s my lost puppy.” You joked and walked behind the guys.

You couldn’t see Harry’s face properly, but you were most certain that a grin on his face was impossible to miss.

Here you were now, watching Harry and the band during a sound check while biting on the takeaway food that Harry ordered for the whole team.

“Y/N!” You heard your boyfriend calling for you from the stage.

When you looked up from your feast, you took some time to chew on your food and answer.

“Harry!” You mocked your curlyhead, watching him smile at you.

“Look what Mitch just taught me.” Harry announced and positioned his hands over the strings and the fingerboard of his flower-field guitar.

As you walked closer to your excited boyfriend, you could hear him starting to play Mitch’s solo from ‘She’. The more he played, the wider your smile grew.

The crew carried on setting everything up for the concert, while Harry kept showing off his newly-learnt guitaring.

Harry kept telling you that the guitar made him play even better and was probably certain that it is exactly the case.

Knowing that it can’t be possible, as the guitars were identical, you put the blame on the fact, that he was strongly besotted with you.

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-The Sun And The Moon- Luna Lovegood x Female Reader

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Kody: My favorite girl, i’m also using the headcanon where Draco and Luna are cousins because i can.

Movie/Show: Harry Potter, ignoring the storyline, and the fact the weasley twins would have graduated already.

House/Year: Ravenclaw / 7th year

Summary: You and Luna had been together since you were both 14, with you being the more aggressive one in the relationship while Luna let things go rather quick. Luna always calmed you down enough to not blow up on people when they messed with her, but one comment pushes you over.

Possible Triggers/Warnings: if you think girls being with other girls is gross, get the hell off my page, slight Hermione slander, cursing, the fluff, Draco being a cool cousin,

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“I know your awake” Luna spoke, continuing to poke your face with her finger. “No i’m not” you respond, turning on your side, so you weren’t facing her anymore, hearing her disappointed whine as you did so. After a couple seconds of silence, you feel Luna poke your back.

“It’s pudding day. I know you're tired, but can you come with me to get some?” she says. Sometimes you wished you could say no to the girl, but it was impossible, it’s Luna were talking about here. Opening your eyes, you lay back on your back, looking up at Luna who was sitting up on the bed.

“Fine, but i’m not changing” you say, her lips turning upwards into her sweet smile. Cute. “That’s fine, i’ll grab our shoes” she says, pushing out the bed and going over to where you kept your shoes. It was a saturday so you did not feel like changing out of your comfortable pajamas.

getting up as well, you walk over to the long mirror that hung by your desk. Yeah, you looked like you gave zero fucks today, wearing a plain black graphic t-shirt and black sweats. While combing through your hair with your fingers, Luna stands behind you, her dirty blond hair all messed up.

“Hi” you say casually, like she had just walked in. Luna smiles and stands beside you, shaking her head a bit as she quite enjoyed the messy hair look. After that she wipes off her blue t-shirt and light grey sweats “Ready” Luna spoke and you nod, turning away from the mirror.

you both grab your shoes and slip them on. Luna puts on her red plaid converse and you just put on a plain black pair. After your laces were tied, you grabbed her hand and left the comfort of your dorm room for the glorious pudding that your more glorious girlfriend required.

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the great hall, seven minutes later

some students were sitting at tables, most likely not in their perspective house, because it was seven in the morning and no one wanted to be alive at the moment. Luna on the other hand looked like a first year who had just walked into honeydukes.

“Let’s sit next to Fred” Luna says, not giving you a second to answer as she pulls you, by your hand to the Gryffindor table. Luna plops down into the seat, next to Fred, while you took a seat beside her. Fred looked over at the both of you and smiled “Morning you two, didn’t think you get up”

“It’ pudding day” you say and with those few words Fred understood right away “Ah yes, pudding day. A lovely tradition” George cuts in, laughing along with his twin. Luna chuckles before scooping the chocolate desert into a bowl, a happy smile upon her face.

maybe getting out of bed wasn’t so bad afterall

you watch as Luna stuffed her face with pudding, which mde your heart warm a bit “You’ll surely get sick if you eat all of that” and the cuteness was over. You turn your head slightly, facing the Gryffindor girl, Hermione Granger “Good thing it isn’t your call then, huh?” you say back, giving her a dead stare.

continuing your unblinking gaze for a few seconds, it weirds Hermione out enough until she scoffs and turns back to her previous conversation. You had nothing against Hermione Granger, she was a sweet girl with smarts beyond you, but she had a little habit.

that habit being sticking her nose into other peoples business

on any other day you two would get along like any other good friends, but she always had to let you know her opinion even if you didn’t want to hear it or if you were doing something she deemed unhealthy, dangerous, stupid, she would tell you every possible outcome and how your future children would be cursed.

something like that

anyway, Hermione just pissed you off sometimes, end of story- well not really. You assumed Luna had not heard what Hermione said as she continued to munch on her food, which meant you went back to oddling her all while George and Fred made fun of you for doing so.

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courtyard, three hours later

“What about that one?” you say, pointing to the blue butterfly illustrated on the page. Luna smiles, running her thumb over the picture. “That’s the blue morpho butterfly, there so beautiful, but there only found in Latin America like Mexico or Colombia”

nodding long, you listened as she ranted on about the particular butterfly “Sounds like i have to take you to Mexico one day” you say, reaching your arm around her shoulder. Luna looks at you, her bright greyish blue eyes twinkingly “Really?” she had one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen.

you couldn’t help but grin back at her, leaning forward to kiss the side of her hair, catching the calming lavender scent she wore. “Of course, just need to graduate of course” you remind her. Luna nods before looking back at her book, flipping to another page.

“Hello”

looking up, your met with the platinum blond ‘Slytherin prince’, Draco Malfoy. He was by myself, which was usual and he took a seat in the grass, in front of you both “Malfoy” you greeted him and he nodded in your direction “L/n” he replied in the same formal tone.

then he looked at Luna and they both smiled at each other. Should probably mention that the both of them were distant cousins. Draco found out while digging through old family records a couple years ago and was surprisingly happy to have someone who wasn’t stuck up be blood related to him.

ever since then Draco would hang out with both of you when his friends weren’t available. You had always known Draco as a rude and crude boy, but after watching him and Luna interact just showed you he was alone and needed family, one that didn’t judge him.

you and Malfoy naturally became close as well, considering you and Luna were together long before he figured out they were related. He jokingly called you his future sister in law, which didn’t make much sense if you thought about it long enough, but whatever.

Luna liked him, but then again Luna saw the good in everyone and everything. You were afraid her optimism would get her hurt, you even voiced those concerns at one point, multiple times actually, but Luna would say the same thing each time.

‘your always there, so what do i have to worry about?’

“What are you reading?” Draco asked, leaning in to look at the cover of the book. Luna lifts it up from her lap so the title is visible “Butterfly encyclopedia?” he read aloud, his eyebrows furrowing at the words while Luna’s face lit up “Yes! i put a bookmark for one i think you might like”

Luna leant forward, pushing away from you so she could lay the book onto the grass, the place on your arm where she laid her head turned cold instantly as well. Luna flipped through the pages vigorously until she stopped on a page that had a pressed flower between the folds.

“What’re you all doing out here?”

and there she was. You look up at Hermione, giving her a two finger salute “Relaxing” you reply “and reading about butterflies, would you like to know the one i picked for you, Hermione?” Luna adds, holding up the book while Draco avoiding speaking to the Gryffindor entirely.

he was actually writing down the name of the butterfly Luna picked out for him. Hermione gives her a polite smile and shakes her head “No i have more important things to do, no offense of course” she says and Luna smiles before turning back to Draco

that was the most backhanded shit you ever heard

after that Hermione looked at you and waved her hand, signalling you to come over to her. You exhale deeply and push off the ground, pressing a kiss to Luna’s hair before walking to Hermione. She leads you a few feet away before turning to face you, planting her feet in the grass.

“Have you or Luna studied for your N.E.W.T’s at all this month?” she asked, her head tilting as if she was analyzing your posture. “Yeah we did a week ago, we were supposed to this morning but-” before you could explain yourself, not that it was any of her business, she cut you off.

“Too busy sleeping in, eating an unhealthy amount of pudding, reading pointless books on butterflies, walking around in your pjs, or hanging out with that git Malfoy” she suggested. You swore your eye visibly twitched at her statement.

“No” you started with bit more attitude then you wanted to add, crossing your arms over your chest “Luna was sleep walking, she almost made it into the forbidden forest, so i stayed up all night patching up her feet and watching her.” the way Hermione’s face fell almost made you double over in laughter right there.

but she wasn’t going to back down easily “Then you seriously need to study, i have a group set up for tonight” she says, a prideful smile decorating her freckled cheeks. “Sorry, but i’m studying tonight with Draco and his friends in the Slytherin house” you couldn’t help but grin.

“Why would you even bother with him, he’s a no good bully” she questions and she was kinda right, but Draco dulled on his bullying years ago when he met Luna and yourself “Because he’s Luna’s cousin and my friend” you say, you swore you have repeated these words back to her a million times already.

“Now i have to go, see you later Granger” you wave your hand lazily before going back over to your small group. Draco looked up, taking a glance behind you. He snorts, shaking his head “What’s up her ass?” he asked, making you smile.

“The usual”

he nods “I’m still a bad influence, huh” he said, mostly to himself “I don’t think your a bad influence, Draco” Luna reassures him, making him smile. That was actually really cute. After a couple seconds of silence the Slytherin boy looks between both you and Luna more than once.

“You two are nothing alike”

his comment caught you by surprise, so you just nervously laugh “We have some things in common” you say, trying to defend your relationship of course. Draco notices, beginning to laugh a bit “Not like that, i mean that you both have different personalities, but my mold well together”

now curious, you wave your hand, gesturing him to continue his explanation.

“It’s like the sun and the moon, Y/n you're all hot headed and very opinionated, definitely not afraid to speak those said opinions either, but at the end of the day the sun comes down and the moon comes up, which would be Luna, quiet with a calming glow” Draco said, pulling apart a piece of grass.

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hogsmeade, the next day

the study group with the Slytherins was more pleasant than you expected, you actually liked hanging out with Pansy, she was a cool chick. Anyway, now you and Luna were walking around hogsmeade wondering what to do. Luna wore a multi-colored sweater with bright blue pants and her usual red plaid shoes.

super cute

you on the other hand wore something a little darker like a black and grey flannel, black pants with a matching shirt- well it was going to be a shirt until Luna surprised you with a lace tank top that showed a bit of your stomach, your weren’t super comfortable as you liked clothes that covered you up.

but you could always button up your flannel if it bothered you that much

“Where are we going again?” you ask, completely forgetting what she had said minutes ago. “Madam Puddifoot's for tea” Luna said, walking alongside you. You nod “Ah yes, tea. Didn’t Madam Puddifoot tell you she didn’t have tea with Gnome Saliva?” you remind her.

Luna smiles, at what you don’t know but chose not to question it nonetheless “My dad sent me some last week, so all i have to do is add it myself” she explains “So that’s what those vials were in my chest” you connect the dots as Luna laughs.

“Were here”

looking up, you saw the pink wood and grey stone shop. You could see the small cakes on display, in front of the glass. You would have to get a couple of those- for research purposes of course. You stepped in front of Luna so you could pull the door open for her.

she smiles and steps inside, you following after her. The smell of the shop was just as delightful as you remember and slightly overwhelming at the same time. As you expected there were multiple couples on dates, or casually- not so casually making out. Gross.

(i’m guessing her personality as i don’t want to spoil myself for Hogwarts Mystery, hope you understand)

“Miss Luna and Miss Y/n, how are you this evening?” Madam Puddifoot spoke from behind the counter, you look to your left to meet the gaze of the black haired older woman, giving her a polite smile “Were doing just fine, just here to pick up some loose herbal tea”

Madam Puddifoot nods and turns around to seemingly pick up those packets for you. As you and Luna wait for a moment, your eyes wander to out the window to the shop across the Teashop. Across the tacky little shop was a darker colored store, a sign reading ‘Fine Jewelry’.

“I’m going to check something out, will you be alright alone?” you say, slowly tearing your gaze away from the shop. Luna looks up at you and nods, smiling lightly “Sure, yeah” she says, not minding at all. You smile and lean down to give her a quick kiss before letting go of her hand.

walking to the door, you push it open and walk out, closing it behind you. You look back, making sure Luna wasn’t watching you walk into the store and sped walked into the jewelry shop. It smelt fancy, if that made any sense. It was like expensive looking to say the least.

“Y/n?”

what a surprise, in front of you was Draco Malfoy along with his mates Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini. “Malfoy, Nott, Zabini, and Pansy” you say, smiling at the end. Pansy grins and raises her hand to give you a high five.

“I feel slightly betrayed. Anyway, what’re you doing in here, i thought i saw you with Luna like an hour ago?” Draco asked, tilting his head. You point behind you to the Teashop “She’s getting tea and cakes so i took the opportunity to look at rings”

Draco’s grey eyes widen a bit at your statement and you immediately knew where his mind went “Pump the brakes ferret, i’m getting a promise ring. I’m not proposing” you said quickly. Draco’s expression fell abit, causing his mates around him to laugh. “He just can’t wait to be a flower girl” Pansy commented.

“I would be a great flower boy” Draco portested, making you smile at the thought, but yeah he would. As they laughed amongst themselves you began to walk around the shop. Nothing seemed to interesting, Luna liked simple things and all of these were over the top.

even though you were looking for one single ring, you made your way over to the sets, they had rings for couples and poly couples, but you just stuck with couples. Nothing over there was catching your attention as well, until you got to the very end.

you instantly knew you needed those rings, it was just to perfect, That was until you saw the price which read ‘150 galleons’ fuck, you only had maybe 90 saved up back at your dorm and 20 in your bag on you. It was like the universe was taunting you.

backing away, you were ready to leave the shop defeated “Yeah i’ll take that set, the one for 150. Just bill it to Lucius Malfoy” Draco spoke. What the fuck. You look at him dumbfounded as the shopkeep got two black velvet boxes, putting each ring in it.

the older man gave Draco a smile “I hope that lucky girl appreciates it” he said. Draco nods “Oh i hope so” he says and walks over to you, handing you the two boxes. “you must really want to be a flower boy” you joked, making him chuckle. He nudges your shoulder with his hand “Yeah totally”

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once you were out the shop, your eyes were glued onto the boxes wondering how and when you should give it to Luna. While distracted you shoulder checked somebody walking by and not being a total asshole, you whip round to apologize.

“Oh Granger, sorry for bumping into you. I zoned out” you explain. Hermione gives you a polite smile. She was with Harry and Ron “Potter, Weasley. How are you?” you asked, not wanting them to think you were ignoring them or something.

“Just looking around, Ron already spent all his galleons on sweets” Harry says, smiling at the end. Ron whacks his friends shoulder, clearly betrayed by the outing of his sweet addiction. “Oh that’s alright, i think Luna is spending all hers on tea and cakes” you laugh.

both Ron and Harry laugh along with you while Hermione gives you a confused smile “Your not going to stop her?” she asked, no you were slightly confused as well. Shrugging your shoulder, you shake your head “I’m her girlfriend not her babysitter”

“Well of course, but shouldn’t you encourage her to save her galleons on more important things?” Hermione suggested and you understood her logic, but she was still budding into something that wasn’t her business....again. “It’s important to her, so no i’m not going to do that. Thank you for the suggestion though”

in that moment, she saw both ring boxes in your hand. Following her gaze, you shove the boxes into each of your flannel pockets “What are those?” she asked almost instantly “Stuff” you replied vaguely as an arm wrapped round your shoulder. Oh yeah Draco was still there.

“Let’s go get some butterbear, yeah?” he suggests as Theo, Blaise, and Pansy crowd around you two, like some protective friend circle. The Gryffindors did not like the presence of your Slytherin company .“Ooo butterbear sounds great” Luna smiles, when did she get here?

she comes up to your side, grabbing your hand, her paper bag in the other “Hello Hermione, Harry, Ron” she greets happily. She clearly didn’t notice the awkward tension that filled the air. Harry and Draco were glaring daggers at each other, have any of them blinked?

“How bout you and Luna come hang out with us?” Hermione offered, but was shut down by Parkinson “Yeah they’ll pass. Thanks though” Pansy gave her a pouty condescending smile. Oh shit. Luna seemed to sense something was off now and shook her head “We have a study group after butternear, maybe another time?”

“I-” Hermione started but Draco turned around, holding onto your shoulder “Don’t be a sore loser Granger” he said before you all walked away, leaving the Gryffindor’s in your metaphorical dust.

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the halls of hogwarts, a week later

the Hermione problem progressively got worse, it was like she’d show up out of nowhere and bug you about everything. How Luna dressed, how she spent her money, how she spent her time, her zoning out, the sleepwalking and on and on and on and fucking on!

you were so annoyed and over giving her polite answers at this point, but you had to manage. As you walk out of charms you hear your name being called. Fuck. “Granger” you say, pursing your lips together into an annoyed smile. “Hello Y/n, i wanted to talk to you in private”

you look around, gesturing to the empty hall and continued to walk “Yes?” you say. Hermione leans in a bit, making you lean the other way. Boundaries much? “I saw the ring boxes” she confesses, well fuck. “Okay?” you said, wondering where this conversation was going.

“What your doing is a bad idea” she says with a disappointed look on her face, what was she? Your mother? “Excuse me?” you said, slightly offended at her weird choice of words. “You can't just run off and elope, you have responsibilities here Y/n”

oh, this is hilarious

“Hermione, first of all they are promise rings, not engagement rings. Second of all, it’s none of your concern what i do with my life” you said, rather harshly while jabbing your finger at her chest. She seemed weirded out by what you were doing.

she swats your hand away “You know you are so rude! I’m only trying to help!” she says, trying to defend herself but you just laugh bitterly. “I don’t want your fucking help Hermione!” you shout back. A small crowd started to gather as the halls were filling up with students leaving class.

“It’s not my fault you and Luna are screw ups!” she shouts. Now, your mother always taught you to never use a spell on anyone unless they deserved it and you were positively sure she deserved it. You quickly pulled out your wand, but Hermione catches on, taking hers out as well.

“Expelliarmus!” you shout and her wand was blasted out her hand. Hermione looked disgusted with your behaviour “You are just a loony as Luna!” she yells at a last attempt. You raise your wand again, your mind running on autopilot. You didn’t even know what spell to use, but that didn’t matter.

all you knew was that you wanted to hurt her, but when your wand was grabbed from you, what were you to do now? Your head snapped towards the direction the pale hand came from and you were met with the worried eyes of Luna Lovegood.

the illusion had been broken, Luna now knew how Hermione really felt about her, but she felt as if she knew all along and ignored the possibility. She looked at Hermione, who had collected her wand form the floor, avoiding her gaze in shame.

Luna pursed her lips together before grabbing your hand, just like the million times before “Let’s go” she spoke quietly.

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astronomy tower, fifteen minutes later

the walk to the astronomy tower was silent, too silent. On any other day Luna would have been ranting about nargles, but she was too busy being lost in her mind while fiddling with her cork necklace. It started to worry you a bit, almost as if it was you who had done something wrong.

now you both were leaning on the railing, looking out at the castle grounds as the cold air blew against your face “What would you have done to Hermione if i hadn’t stopped you?” Luna asked, still not looking at you. You answered honestly “I don’t know”

“That’s not good, not knowing” Luna says before more silence filled the air “i know that people think i’m strange or loony. It doesn’t bother me as i like being strange or loony. If i wasn’t i wouldn’t be me” you felt her hand squeeze yours reassuringly “So why does it bother you?”

“because your my girlfriend, it’s like in the description to defend you, plus there assholes” you snear. Luna moves closer, leaning her head against your shoulder “i don’t want you to defend me anymore. I wouldn’t like seeing you get in trouble”

“It’s not that easy” you protest, but feel her shake her head “I’ll teach you my ways- ow!” she suddenly pulls away. You look at her, instantly thinking you had scratched her somehow “Are you okay?” you ask, looking at her exposed skin for any marks.

she laughs quietly “yes i’m fine, i think something poked my through your robe” she says, rubbing her side. You laugh along with her until you realized what had poked her. The box- well boxes. Should you? Was it the right time? fuck it.

“Uh- actually. I have something for you- for us?” you say and reach into the inside pocket of your uniform. Luna looked curious “For us? How peculiar.” she teases, making you roll your eyes. You pull out both of the boxes, one had the first initial one her name and the other had the first initial of yours.

Luna’s eyes widened upon looking at the boxes “i’m not proposing!” you say before she could speak a word and a look of relief washed over her face “Okay” she breathed out. You hold out her box, but she takes yours instead “What-” “I want to see yours first, so i can put it on you and vise versa”

your heart couldn’t handle it

smiling brightly, you nod “Okay” you watch as she opens your box, her eyes lighting up as she’s met with the silver band with jagged grooves and a sun engraved into it. “A sun” she said out loud s you opened yours, pulling the similar ring out, but this one had a moon instead of sun.

you reach and grab her hand once again, sliding the moon ring onto her ring finger. She smiled, using her thumb to twist and turn it. Before she got totally distracted, she shook her head and grabbed your hand, repeating the same actions.

you both stared at your rings for a stupidly amount of time before Luna throws her arms around you “I love it!” she exclaims, making the smile on your face even brighter if possible. “i’m glad you do.” you whisper, holding her close to you.

pulling away you give her a quick kiss that wouldn’t have been so quick if you weren’t surrounded by idiots. “That was so cute!” the voice of Pansy shouted. You and Luna pull away from each other to watch as an invisibility cloak fell off your slytherin friends.

“Pansy!” all three boys yell before looking down in shame. “Oh fuck off, i couldn’t hold it in” Pansy snapped. draco picked the cloak off the floor, shoving it at her chest “It took me hours to steal this from Potter and you had to go and ruin it!” he accused.

“How did i ruin it!?”

“I believe Draco said to not make any noise while under the cloak as to not disturb Luna and Y/n” Theo points out, causing Pansy to send a glare his way, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest. They all start to argue while you and Luna look at each other wondering how you had friends like this.

“I love you” Luna spoke, holding your hand up to kiss your finger. You smile and repeat the same action with hers “I love you too Luna”

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Kody: i apologize for the Hermione slander, it was needed for plot. Forgive me for i have not slept yet lmao. Requests are open as always for any fandom i have in my bio. Anyways, peace.

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twstdreams · 3 years

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May I request headcanons of Sawanaclaw and Scarabia with gn!reader who loves gingerbread men and asks boys to help them decorate it? When everything was finished reader gives them a little ginger-flavored kiss, thanking them for their help.

Content warning: food, cookies, holiday

Leona Kingscholar

He’ll eat the cookies when you’re finished. He’ll even take a nap to wait while the icing hardens

At most, maybe he’ll play chess nearby so you’re in the same room or vicinity as long as your decorating isn’t too loud.

He really cannot be bothered. Leona does not prep his own food and he has no intention of changing that. It truly does not bring him joy to decorate cookies

Better prepare some rewards upfront or you will not get this man to move a single centimetre. If this is something you really want and you’re convincing enough, he’ll humour you and decorate a couple

Be prepared for some UGLY gingerbread men. You swear one looks like an alien and another is straight up just the cookie dunked in icing

Leona doesn’t really care for desserts but enjoys your sweet kisses

The surprised squeak that escapes past your mouth if he teases you and licks a bit of icing off you lips makes him happier than the gingerbread men

He enjoys nibbling on you more than the cookies and thinks the blush that decorates your cheeks looks better than the icing and candy adorned on the gingerbread men. Leona won’t tell you that though but you can take the hint through his actions

Ruggie Bucchi

Sure! Why not? You’ve already made the gingerbread cookies, might as well go through with it and decorate them. Besides, he gets to eat them in the end, so it’s worth it!

Decorations are a little wonky at the beginning but Ruggie quickly gets used to it and makes some nice designs with continuous lines and a generous amount of his favourite candy sprinkled. He also has a variety of faces with some in horror about their fate to be eaten and others with an oblivious smile.

Sweets in general are a treat back home, and even then they wouldn’t get decorated ones often as it adds on to the cost.

If you have a theme you want to do, he’ll play along and match whatever you’re feeling. He’s not that picky. If left to his own devices, Ruggie goes for more simple designs

Keep those gingerbread-laced kisses coming and he’s happy to do more decorating for that kind of work. Maybe you need help wrapping presents now?

Jack Howl

If you want, he will decorate with you. Jack doesn’t bake or decorate often in his spare time, but if it’s something that makes you happy, he’s willing to do it. He definitely doesn’t say it in those words, he might huff and puff but don’t worry because your plans won’t fall down

He makes cute cookies which match his family members. It wasn’t intentional, but he’s made one of each of his siblings before he’s realized it. He makes one of you too, but it might take some teasing to get him to admit it!

There’s a couple break in his icing lines, but he’s quite meticulous when placing candies. He uses a toothpick to fix any mistakes as needed.

His ears perk up and his tail stills when you surprise him with a ginger-flavoured kiss. No one ever said anything about kisses! Who kisses when decorating cookies?!

Oh, but the way he wags his tail when you ask if he liked it indicates he definitely wouldn’t mind a couple more. Maybe even one per cookie he decorated?

Jamil Viper

Jamil will agree when he has free time and he’s sure Kalim is in class or at least somewhere secure. Decorating cookies is not so much fun when you’re plagued with worries about six different possibilities where your dorm leader could die

Jamil generally makes plain but delicious food, sometimes his sister would nag him enough that he’d make a more colourful creation but it wasn’t his top priority

But the whole point of decorating is to increase appeal via looks and perhaps adding a flavour or two depending on the frosting

You both make a flood icing and a stiff icing, ensuring to incorporate air, egg whites, and a dash of lemon juice to prevent it from being too sweet.

Jamil mostly plays with colour combinations when decorating his gingerbread men. A tasteful placement of a candy or two but only includes ones he thinks would compliment flavour. He does not opt for hard non-perils.

He has steady hands from years of cooking experience and the whole experience is quite calm and smooth with an air of gentle happiness

Jamil would have helped regardless, but he accepts the gingerbread kisses with ease so long as no one else is in the vicinity

He thinks the spicy sugary taste of your lips matches your sweet personality and the complexity that accompanies it

Kalim Al Asim

Agrees so quickly, he’s practically dashing to the kitchen

You have never seen SO much icing on a cookie. Kalim will happily use all the dyes and make some of the most colourful gingerbread men ever. They are getting an entire outfit and accessories

Actually enjoys using the swirl technique where you dunk the cookies in a bowl of coloured icing, then sprinkling on whatever sprinkles he thinks will match

Kalim eats in the middle of decorating. Some of them look so good! He just can’t resist

He has an apron on so his clothing is spared but Kalim gets sticky fingers pretty quickly

Candy galore! Gummies, sprinkles, sugar crystals, gold leaf, non-perils, snowflake shaped sprinkles, whatever looks cute and colourful has landed on his gingerbread men

The electric smile on his face after you kiss him makes it look like he’s in the midst of a sugar rush, but the combination of lingering gingerbread and your sweet kisses is his new favourite pair

#holiday #twst #twst x reader #kalim x reader #jamil x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #jack howl x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #twstdreams #sugarplum dreams

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mintenochian · 4 years

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what other people want added to Minecraft: g u n s

what I want added to Minecraft

•Birds

-For multiple biomes, but mainly for the forests.

-Songbirds would add SO MUCH life to the otherwise quiet areas of the game

-Ravens and crows would be awesome and could use some of the parrot mimicking AI

-Cardinals in the snow biomes would bring a GORGEOUS pop of colour into the white atmosphere

-Seriously we need something to populate the sky, parrots do NOT fly like they should

-nests in trees, can find eggs in them

-doesn't really add a use but fun new feather types would be cool

•Owls

-technically still a bird but would go really well in covered rooftop forests and snow biomes

-we're already getting larger avians added in the form of vultures so why not more large birds?

•Mice and / or rats

-absolute precious babies

-sadly would go well with owls :(

-with cave update coming we need adorable rodents scurrying around

-lil bastards could make mouseholes inside of blocks

-will they be tameable? idk.

-adds the necessity for cheese

•Deer

-MOJANG this is a MUST, this is a NEED

-You literally have pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep spawning in forests what the fuck

-Deer with spotty baby fawns??? Yes

-Young bucks with different stages of antler growth? Yes

-Fawns frolicking in flower forests bc they feel safe

-Stripped wood appearing on trees where bucks scrape velvet off their antlers

-Being able to collect sets of antlers when they fall off periodically (would NOT be attainable by killing the deer, you have to wait for them to shed)

•Elk and Moose

-Same vein as deer

-Bigger, much bigger, neutral instead of passive, less shy

-Snowy biomes

-Better additions than fucking llamas tyvm

-Sidenote but savannahs could also really use some endangered deer-like species to help raise awareness for their status

•Squirrels

-Mojang plz

-Adds nuts to Minecraft ;)

-Black, grey, red, and mixed colour squirrels and breeding

-Brings life to forests like songbirds and deer

•Bears

-Mojang bby you literally already have a neutral bear in Minecraft why have you not reskinned it for grizzly/brown/black bears?

-Bear caves

-Hibernating mobs

-Brings more use to the beehives and bees, bears could be attracted to any area that has more than one bee hive with honey

•WOLVES AND DOGS

-They NEED the ocelots and cats update

-More wolf types (red, timber, snow, black, etc)

-Actual wolf packs (the AI would be difficult to program but the doges are worth it)

-Please let the howl at the moon, if foxes get to say ringdingding all night long wolves deserve to be allowed to howl

-More dog breeds (I know that there's no reason for domesticated dog breeds in Minecraft but ACTUALLY THERE IS)

-Hunting dogs like springers that can jump and run faster

-Foxhounds :D

-Most Important Goodest Boy: Herding dogs like collies and sheepdogs

-Herding dogs could be found in plains where cows and sheep spawn and create herds

-LET DOGS LAY DOWN FOR FUCKS SAKE

•Herding

-Instead of having to pen up and enclose your livestock you could form herds of cows and sheep

-Your Goodest Boi herding dog would protect them and move around with them when they graze

-Just soft peaceful minecraft tingz

•Salt licks

-Something SO SMALL but would make SO MUCH HAPPINESS

-Drawing new cows into your herd by putting up a salt lick

-I'm soft

-I guess salt would be a new ore???

•Bird feeders

-idk I think it would be cool

-excess seeds used for SOMETHING

•Raccoons

-The coolness of wolves, the chaos of foxes, the cunning of cats

-thumbs

-be gay do crimes

-can open chests (trigger trap chests to catch them?)

-Fantastic little shits

-Not tameable but will trust players like foxes do

•Snakes

-I know it's a lot to ask and it would be hard to make them look good

-But??? Imagine a tiny lil garter snake in your garden

-unlikely but would be so fantastic

•Rope

-climeable

-please Mojang we need this so badly

-imagine the ships? The bridges? The bell towers and everything?

-super easy to add, just reskin vines and add a string crafting recipie

•Butterflies and Moths

-Bflies could be a unique mob to flower forests and friends with bees

-if moobloom is added they would all be BEST BUDS

-get it "buds" ahahaha

-help with flower polination but just gives a TON of life to flower forests

-We literally have lanterns in minecraft why do we NOT have moths? Such a cool aesthetic addition.

-helps fill both the daytime and nighttime sky

•Hummingbirds

-fourth member of BEST BUDS

-just soft baby

-i love birbs okay

-the only avian who does not work for the bourgeoisie

•Fireflies

-10 million of them please

-they give great hugs

-adds so much atmosphere to the night world

•Cheese

-We have milk

-We have, presumably, goat milk

-Quit being cowards and add butter and cheese

-Butter churn job block for villagers

-V funny bc they have no arms to churn with?? Oh well

•Seashells

-Something decorative and beautiful that could 1) liven up beaches and 2) have snails and crabs inside!

-Mojang plz do not add sand dollars to the game people already don't know how to tell if they're still alive before trying to take them home

•Whales

-WHALES.

-Imagine something as massive as the ender dragon but peaceful. Allows you to stand on them (idk how but make it happen Jeb)

-WHALE SONGS.

-Being so deep and far out into the ocean, and when the moon is high in the sky and you're sitting in your boat, you just hear the beautiful melancholy sounds of the whales in the distance

•Jellyfish

-Idk if y'all know this but the glow squid is a bad idea

-Dream buddy you fucked up, please use your influence to get in contact with Mojang and have them redo the vote. People would have so much regained respect for you if you tried to fix your mistake.

-Also why does a speedrunner get to tell millions of people what mob would bring more life to Minecraft? He's only playing the game for 5 minutes smh

-aNYWAYS

-Jellyfish could literally do everything the glow squid is going to and look better for it AND possibly be neutral instead of peaceful

•Orcas

-Not much to say but it would liven up the frozen water biomes a bit

•Penguins

-You already know why

-Imagine giving a new home to all the Club Penguin players? Legendary.

-Gender doesn't exist in Minecraft but we all know penguins would be hella gay

•Lobsters

-I think they would be cute

-You would NOT BE ABLE TO BOIL THEM ALIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH

•Mermaids

-Never going to happen since passive mobs are generally real life animals but it would be so cool

•Otters

-they can hold hands

-brings life to the rivers

-super cute

•Frogs and possibly toads

-Swamp gods

-Absolute mad lads

-maybe grow from tadpoles

-wouldn't do much but needed

•Fairy Forests

-NOT Twilight Forests. Not a new dimension.

-Just gentle hidden groves in forests

-ADD FAIRY RING GENERATION TO MINECRAFT.

•Big cats

-Tigers, lions, bobcats, panthers

-Literally anything that could finally add a strong predator possibility to savannahs and jungles

•Zebras and Giraffes

-Shy and skittish

-cannot ride (their skeletal structure is NOT MADE FOR CARRYING HUMANS)

-Super cute tho, brings much needed life to savannahs

•Camels

-The better llama

-Can honestly just be a reskin

-brings much needed life to the desert

-spits and wears carpet and forms caravans like llamas

•Lemurs

-Easier to add to "jungles" than monkeys

-it would be really cool if we could just get a Rainforest biome

-King Julian stans awaken

•Red pandas

-we need them

-cuter than normal pandas and you can @ me

-better idea than sloths or koalas

•More Eldritch Horror Hostile Mobs

-Fun fact time

-The enchanting table language already has Lovecraftian references

-"phnglui mglwnafh cthulhu rlyeh wgahnagl fhtagn" is literally a quote from the enchanting table

-translates to "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

-Bet you didn't know that fun fact

-aNYWAYS add the Kraken to Minecraft instead of the shitty guardians. Thanks.

-imagine how cool it would be to see lights slowly extinguish as something terrifying and dangerous slowly moves in for the kill

-torches get extinguished and can get relit

-if not relit fast enough Something will be waiting

•Ice statues

-We have giant fossils and ship wrecks and cool stuff like that but please imagine finding a GIANT humanoid ice sculpture in an ice spikes biome

-maybe bones inside to show you that... That wasn't carved or naturally generated.

•Skeletons

-Not a mob but a decoration block

-Found in temples, mineshafts, and caves

-implied to be the remains of miners and explorers

-rare

-also implies that every skeleton you kill has some backstory since they look the same

•Constellations

-Not real world star maps but completely unique to Minecraft

-chance for LOTS of fun references

-The stars are your only companions in an apocalyptic world where you are the last of your kind

-Space is gay minecraft is gay thus minecraft space is gay

•Corn

-we have butter in this list

-we have salt in this list

-popcorn. That is all.

And finally

•Leeks

-mostly a joke but would be a cool crop

-100% a reference to Hatsune Miku the creator of Minecraft

DISCLAIMER: I recognize that mobs are added to Minecraft to serve a purpose within the game and that many of these mobs would be better in mods and such, but I also feel like many of these suggestions would really bring so much more life to parts of the game that really need it. Even if they don't serve a huge purpose, they would still be really amazing additions imo.

I would love to see the ideas and suggestions that other people have for what they want added to Minecraft, please TAG ME if you make a post like this, I wanna hear and read it!

#minecraft #cave update #caves and cliffs #mojang #minecraft update #minecraft ideas #video games #mcpe #mc #minecon #minecraft earth #minecraft dungeons #minecraft live #minecraft design #game design #mineblr

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mindfulvenus · 3 years

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Haunted House_Tooru Oikawa

(Halloween Special)

After all, it was his idea to go.

Halloween, at least at Aoba Johsai, was pretty fun. Most students were allowed to dress up for the occasion, this meaning that the school dress code was sort of lifted for the event. There were students dressed as ghosts, zombies, and superheroes.

Not to mention, there was always a little Halloween festival that went on. The first, second, and third years would all collaborate on what they wanted to do for the festival. The first years made a haunted house out of their classes and the hallways. The second years had food stands with waiters dressed up as skeletons and ghosts. And the third years just decorated their halls and did a costume contest.

As usual Oikawa Tooru won because all the girls from the first years to the third years adored him. But the thing that annoyed you the most was the fact that he’s been dressing up as a vampire for the past three years now but some how still wins.

Tooru does change up the look though. This year he had a black cape that had a red fabric inside it and of course he wore a suite and tie. To even add more detail to his costume he wore fangs in his mouth.

“Damn, this is the third time... what’s so cool about a cliche vampire anyways!” Iwaizumi exclaimed annoyed to you as he was dressed up as a werewolf with a red collar and a headband with perked up dog ears.

To be completely honest most of the third years dressed up a little more plain compared to the other grades but they stayed with the good old original costumes. You were dressed up in a traditional schoolgirl outfit with the blue sailor collar with a red bowtie at the collar and a platted skirt. Your hair was flattened by a straightener you used to completely your cliche look.

“Yup!! All the girls loved my flawless outfit but don’t be whining Iwa-chan just because you lost~!” Tooru teased sticking his tongue out at Iwaizumi and putting his hands up to his ears mocking him.

“Oh y/n-chan you look as cute as ever though!! But why the bland choice of an outfit? You could’ve dressed up as a witch with a broom!” He swooned and mumbled incoherently imagining the idea of you with a witch costume on.

“Well I could say the same for you Mr. “I’m going to be a vampire for the third time in a row... and I didn’t feel like dressing as a witch anyways. It’s a lot of work y’know.” You said matter-of-factly and a little irked my his teasing remarks.

“Ok, ok I’ll stop teasing. You look good though... and I just thought I’d let you know!” Tooru complemented you with a faltering smile with fangs that appeared to be just a little bashful.

You, Tooru, and Iwaizumi soon went over to see the second year’s food stands. It was full of tons of delectable foods and sweets such as halloween themed sushi and bento boxes.

Sweets mostly consisted of candy apples and cup cakes that were dressed in halloween decor. You took a candy apple and so did Tooru, while Iwaizumi took a cupcake. You all scarfed down the sweets with smiles all on your faces and headed towards the first years section of the festival.

“Well next is the first years, right?” You murmured with your mouth full and sticky from the candy apple.

“I’m actually a little spooked to see what their haunted house looks like if I’m being completely honest.” You said chuckling to yourself why throwing the stick away in the trash can.

“It can’t be that scary, their only first years anyways. What’s the worst that could happen!” Oikawa scoffed looking brave and courageous, as if nothing could scare him.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that one. Kindachi and Kunimi both missed practice the other day to work on the haunted house because they needed more first years for help. I also heard that almost all the first years worked on it so I mean it must be pretty damn good and scary.” Iwaizumi spoke in a tone that nonchalantly meant “don’t underestimate them”.

“Whatever Iwa-chan it’ll be fun and I’ll be there with y/n-chan to protecter her anyways.” Tooru teased Iwazumi even more.

You were a little thrown off because you never agreed to go into the haunted house let alone with Tooru. You had a gut feeling that things were gonna get a bit crazy but just shrugged that off.

“I just wanted to let you know, vampire prince, that I never agreed to go but I’ll go with you into the “haunted” house.” You stated with a little attitude while smiling at him.

He through you back a dramatic gasp with his hand laying on his chest as if you were accusing him. You guys then made it in front of the haunted house which looked pretty scary already from the exterior. There was scary music that was full of screams playing in the backgriund . There was also a fog machine that made the whole hall including the classrooms very hard to see in.

“Y’know since you guys are looking down on our lower class men you should both go in together and test your courage.” Iwaizumi said while turning around.

“I’m going to head back since the third years need some help cleaning up and lifting things so see you around and try not to do anything stupid you two. Especially you Oikawa.” He hollared a little in a harsh tone towards the end of his speech.

You and Tooru just looked at each other as sweat started to drip down both your foreheads.

“Well let’s head in then!” You exclaimed nervously as you started to walk forward into the entrance of the spooky environment. Tooru kind of stalled looking the house up and down and then swallowed thickly following you.

As you guys entered the haunted house the fog grew thicker and you could make out the skeletons and spiderwebs that decorated the floor and ceiling. You could tell Tooru was all talk the moment you guys entered. He’s been hovering over you from behind, and honestly it was starting to get quite annoying. At the same time though it was cute.

“Tooru c’mon it’s not that scary see... Nothing bad has happened yet and I highly doubt it would be that scary.” You reassured him as he look at you with slight fear and worry in his eyes.

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.” He objected while turning his head the other way as if he was scoffing.

He then look terrified but you weren’t sure for what reason. Turning around you realized that what he was looking at was a person dressed up a a zombie. They actually looked terrifying and their makeup made it really look like they were a rotting corpse.

You were super shocked to see this and let out a surprised shriek. Tooru followed and suddenly, grasped your wrist, dragged you back to the entrance. As you guys were hustling towards the entrance you could hear the zombie going after you.

The adrenaline really kicked in and as soon as Tooru spotted the light ahead he ran even faster. Out of nowhere, a skeleton pooped up and started running towards you and Tooru making Tooru run in the opposite direction away from the entrance.

By this point he had long let go of your wrist because he had been a little too shook to hold onto it. As you were still running towards the entrance trying to find your own way out. Tooru kept running towards your direction without out even thinking.

The fog was so thick which made it way too hard to see through and at this point, before you knew it Tooru had ran right into you knocking you to the floor. You and him were both a mess of heavy breathing and adrenaline rush from the fright. Tooru then came back to his senses and realized that he was right on top of you.

He then looked down at you and his cheeks were bright red and he had a very very nervous smile on. He was almost like a deer caught up in headlights, he felt frozen as he started to admire your facial features. You then came back to your senses, even more startled by the fact that Tooru was hovering right over you while looking you in the eyes. Tooru then caught himself from staring too long and got up standing right.

“Hey sorry about that here let me help you up.” He said rushing through his words as he reached his hand out for you to grab.

“Oh it’s no problem, thanks.” You replied taking his hand which lifted you right up on your feet.

“Oh, hey your bleeding on your elbow!! We should get you to the nurses office as soon as possible!” Tooru shrieked in a concerning tone as he grabbed your hand.

You then looked over to see what he was talking about and then you saw that your whole elbow was scrapped up and you were bleeding a river that ended at your wrist. This totally freaked you out and you agreed with Tooru.

“Here use my cape to cover the gash, it might lessen the blood flow if you put pressure onto it.” You then grabbed the side of his cape and firmly pressed it onto the wound. You and him then walked at a steady pace side by side to the nurses office.

As soon as you guys arrived Tooru handed you his cape as he went searching through the cabinets looking for gauze. You sat on the infirmary bed watching him frantically look through every cabinet with Tooru’s cape draped over you.

He eventually found the gauze and walked over to you, sitting right next to your spot on the infirmary bed.

“Can I see the injury again so I can fix it up?” He questioned as his hands hesitantly hovered over your elbow. You removed the cape from the wounds and Tooru gently rubbed off all the dried blood on your arm and around the scrape.

He continued to disinfect it and neatly patched it up tying it up in a bow shape to make it look cute. He was very tender while he was touching you, his hands felt soft and calming.

“Hey, y/n-chan, sorry for leaving you out their on you own and for not being brave enough for you. I was support to protect you and in the end I ended up hurting you. I’m sorry...” He looked at you apologetically as he put his hand on your arm squeezing it lightly.

“Tooru... it’s all good don’t worry so much about it! It was just a little scratch anyways, nothing I can’t handle! Besides you patched me all up so thank you! You said, your words were full of thankfulness and care.

“Y/n, your so strong and you have so many other traits to you that make you an amazing person. Your positive, cute, and kind...I have got to say that I admire you a lot...” Tooru spoke a little loud than a whispered averting your eyes as his cheeks became a dainty color of pink.

“Tooru... your an amazing person as well. You persevere through the hardest times in life that you face. Not only that but you are a caring soul, you like to help other. So thank you for being there and caring!” You looked at him giving him a closed eyed smile. The weight of the bed shifted a little as you left Tooru go in for a tight embrace.

“Y/n I truly like you. And I mean “like-like” kay?”

You return the embrace as you smiled into him. The moonlight shone brightly on both of you as you were taking in each other’s prescience, wanting time to stop and forever exist in this moment.

“I “like-like” you too, Tooru Oikawa.” You lightly chuckled as you held onto Tooru for the rest of the night.

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a/n: Happy Halloween everyone! I hope that everyone had a good Halloween and that it was a little fun at least. Anyways I bring to you all who are staying indoors a Haikyuu x reader that is Halloween themed!! I didn’t really proofread so sorry is there were any mistakes!

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa scenarios #oikawa headcanons #ツ.my works

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gins-potter · 3 years

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What are your winx and specialists tattoo headcanons? Who would have tattoos and which one would they have?

Heyo, as usual sorry this took me a little bit but I wanted to properly organise my thoughts and find reference pics as well. and tbh I could end up coming up with more stuff but this is what I have so far. (under the cut because it ended up kinda long af and tagging @catlliecal because she also sent an ask asking for this).

Bloom:

Ok so my headcanons for Bloom’s tattoos have changed a bit over the years

but at the moment I imagine her with a fairly large hip into thigh, full coverage piece of the Great Dragon

she chose it’s position because i imagine oritel is probably a conservative old man when it comes to tats (even tho i can so see miriam also having a dragon tattoo) so she puts it on her thigh so she can easily cover it by wearing a long dress for royal events

it would probably be in black and white but I can see the Dragon being intertwined with some flowers, probably Daphne flowers for her sister (which you can see in the two images on the right) and I can see those being coloured a pale pink kind of like in the middle reference pic

and because this is the magical dimension i imagine it’s been spelled so while it stays confined to the one area, it can move a little bit and change positions

so because bloom is both a basic bitch and completely extra i totally see her having more than one dragon tat

her second one would be a lot smaller and probably be a lot more simpler in design compared to her thigh dragon, so something more like the top two images in the second graphic

also in all black but maybe spelled to breathe red fire?

and it would also be enchanted so it can fly around her body, and unlike the bigger dragon it’s not constrained to any area - it’s favourite places to be are flying in circles around her wrist or sitting on her left collarbone over her heart

the other two pics in the second graphic are just older ideas i had for bloom’s tattoos, i was convinced for ages she would have it going down her back like the one on the left (i might eventually give this tattoo to either miriam or daphne) and i just love the design of the one on the right so i briefly considered her having like a shoulder/half sleeve dragon

Flora:

all of flora’s would be in colour i think and she would definitely have that sort of water colour effect on them that’s really popular now

her first two are similar in design to the pic on the left and she would have them on either side of her torso, sort of upper rib area, to the side/just underneath her boobs and they’re like a mirror image of each other

these ones probably wouldn’t be spelled to do anything special

the one on her back is similar in design to the pic on the right, but i can see it also being drawn more like a full tree

the writing down the centre would be her and helia’s family names (because i can definitely see them hyphenating when they get married) and then on each leaf is a name, first helia, then each of her children

i’m playing around with the idea of this one being spelled to change with the seasons, the writing would always stay the same, but the leaves change colour and eventually fall off during autumn and then grow back in the spring.

Layla:

for the moment i can actually see layla only having one tattoo

and that’s this yin yang/opposites fish design that you can see in the reference images (they’re all more or less the same i just found too many cute photos)

it’s actually based on a mosaic in the andros castle that layla loves, and she gets it because it brings her peace when she’s feeling upset or anxious about anything

they would be all in white, one fully white, and the other just a white outline

i think the fish would probably be on the inside of her forearm so she can see them and they would be spelled to swim in circles around each other

i can see her maybe getting nabu’s name somewhere after he dies but i’m not 100% sure where she would put it

Musa:

musa’s are actually the hardest to pin down for me just because i can see her having A Lot

like at least one full sleeve and maybe two

one sleeve would be mostly made up of the music notes for a song her dad wrote for her mother before she died and that would run down most of her arm and would be decorated with birds and flowers important to melodian culture (like the flower top right)

like bloom’s hers would be mostly in black with a few pale red and orange accents here and there

the music notes would be spelled so that when you touch them they play the song

her other arm is more just a collection of stuff she thinks is cool or pretty like the bottom two pics or the boxing art below

and i can eventually see her completely filling her arms so the tattoos spill onto her back

Stella:

stella in my opinion just has two

they’re very minimalistic designs, plain black, and on the inside of either elbow

she has a sun for solaria on one side and a moon for celestia (her mother’s home realm) on the other side

the moon tattoo causes quite the controversy when she gets it because some solarians think it isn’t right for their crown princess to show such strong ties for another realm but stella refuses to remove it

they aren’t spelled to move or change or anything but they do have the ability to glow a bright gold at night

Tecna:

like stella, tecna’s tattoos are rather minimalistic as well

but unlike stella, tecna’s are very meme-y

literally

tecna gets a QR symbol on the inside of her upper left arm that when scanned is actually a rick-roll

and she eventually develops a spell for it that allows the QR code to change so that it takes you to whatever meme tecna currently finds the most hilarious

her other tattoo, which is on her right forearm, is written in binary code and no one actually knows what it says

they can never get a straight answer out of tecna about what it is, and everytime someone asks her she tells them something different, so they assume it’s meme-y like her other one

but actually it’s a short sappy quote that reminds her of timmy but she’ll never admit it to anyone

(don’t ask me what that quote is i haven’t decided yet)

that one has a simple spell on it that makes it look like someone is typing out the code over and over again

kind of like musa i can see tecna having more tattoos than this, i just can’t decide what they would be, but i think they would all follow the same simple, minimalistic design

Specialists:

it was hard for me to find reference pics i liked for the guys so i’m just going to give a brief description of some of the tattoos i think they would have

i don’t know if i’ve written about this on tumblr before, but i have a long-held headcanon that heros have a big tattoo culture:

getting their first tattoo is part of their graduation ceremony from red fountain

they’re encouraged to get tattoos that remind them of their family/friends/loved ones - some yada yada about remembering who they’re fighting for when facing evil forces

and it’s very common to honour fallen team members by getting a tattoo of their name or something that reminds them of the person

Sky:

sky’s tattoos are mostly on his chest and back

his graduation tattoo is an eraklyon prayer of protection that runs down his spine

he doesn’t get any other tattoos after that until nabu dies which is when he gets his friend’s name on his ribs (right side) and that’s where he adds other names of fallen friends/team-mates

later after he and bloom get married he gets her name on his left pec (right over his heart the big sap) and then adds his kids names beneath it after they’re born

none of sky’s tattoos are spelled or enchanted

Brandon:

brandon’s grad tattoo is a list of his siblings names on his left forearm and Stella’s name on his right arm

eventually, like sky, he also gets his kids names added to stella’s

all his name tattoos are individually spelled to burn really hot when that person is in trouble

brandon struggles to decide for a while where to put nabu’s name but eventually decides on the centre of his back because he likes to think that wherever nabu went after he died, he’s still there in spirit watching his back

Riven:

riven shocks the fuck out of everyone when he graduates and gets the red fountain school motto (”live with courage and die with honour”) tattooed in giant fuck off lettering across his shoulders

they all figured he lowkey hated red fountain and maybe he did at first because come on he’s a rebel without a cause at what is basically a military school, of course he kinda hates it there

but he also acknowledges that red fountain more or less turned his life around as well as brought him into contact with the people who eventually he comes to regard as family (much more than his biological one)

like musa i can see riven getting a bunch of other tattoos just because they look cool and putting them all over his arms, chest, and back

but his right bicep would be reserved for tattoos of his fallen friends

unlike sky and brandon he doesn’t get names however, but instead gets symbols, the first being a likeness of nabu’s staff after he passes

Helia:

helia i think would have all of his on his back because he understands the importance of having them but also doesn’t need to see them every day

his grad piece is kind of unorthodox because he gets his favourite line of poetry to remind him that there’s still beauty in the world even when he’s facing evil

later i feel like he would get something like outstretched bird wings just below it

and under that he gets nabu’s name in really nice script

Timmy:

timmy is probably the least prone to tattoos of the group and he has to think for a long time on what to get for graduation

and people assure him that he doesn’t actually have to get one just because most everyone else is

but eventually he decides to get a small coloured blaster on the inside of his elbow

when he was in freshman year at red fountain he was lowkey ashamed when all his classmates took to using swords almost straight away while he preferred using his gun because he thought it meant he lacked the physical strength and courage to use a short range weapon

but he slowly came to realise that it wasn’t a weakness, but just that he had different strengths to his friends and classmates and that wasn’t a bad thing

so he decides that’s a good thing to remember

and when nabu dies again he debates whether or not to get a tattoo commemorating him but ultimately decides he will and gets ‘his name written near his blaster

#answered #winx club #winx rewritten au #bloom #sky #stella #brandon #tecna #timmy #musa #riven #flora #helia #layla #aisha #mywriting

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mahou-furbies · 4 years

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Magical Girl Raising Project Limited - character design ranking

Captain Grace

An alright pirate design with enough little details that keep it from being forgettable (I especially like the anchor buckle on her belt, and the earrings and hooks on her hair). The spikes on the coat are what stands out most to me; makes me think of a Mario enemy or something. However I’m not sure how much of a Magical Girl design it is. Like pirates and frills already go together, so the well tested formula (put a miniskirt and frills on it and it’s a magical girl look!) doesn’t really do much. Maybe it’d be better if she had some cutesy detail in there somewhere? Also is that an tail again or what, or some kind of blunt hook? What is it with these unnecessary tails in Magipro designs. 6/10.

Funny Trick

I’ve always liked Funny Trick’s look, and it’s probably because of the pleasant colour palette, unique eyes and two-tone hair (I’m easy to please with two-tone hair). The nail polish and colourful glitter on her fur are also good little details. But apart from that I guess this is only barely strange enough to be any kind of “magical” look rather than just an anime stage magician, but at least that’s pretty close to magical girls already. Also is that a frigging tail again?? At least it goes well with the hair I guess... 8/10.

Kuru-Kuru Hime

It’s a cute design, but when I think of a ribbon magical girl I somehow expected more ribbons? Like this feels like an the higher end of an average magical girl amount of ribbons? Or maybe it’s totally over the top and my perspective is just skewed since I love ribbons and want them everywhere. Either way I like her outfit from neck down, but I’m not that into the headgear, the combo of the bonnet thingy and the weird crown just sitting on top if it looks strange to me. Nice hair tho even if it could use more ribbons. 6/10.

Weddin

I absolutely love Weddin’s design. The muted and light colour palette is very appealing to me, and the dark chains break up the mostly monochrome design so it doesn’t look dull and faded and also give the otherwise super frilly appearance quite a lot of edge. There’s repeating elements (braids in her hair and veil, the same kind of flowers everywhere, flower yellow also appearing in her eye makeup) so it doesn’t get too complicated, and all of them go well with the wedding theme too. The flame... is a bit of an odd touch and I’d rather associate it with a birthday party or Christmas than a Wedding but I guess you can have candles at weddings too, and I don’t find it too distracting.

I’m not a huge fan of the lingerie like look though, but at least visible garters go with the wedding theme and she’s so covered in veils and frills that it doesn’t look so bad. Also the back train looks kind of lazy. But overall still one of my favourite Magipro designs. 10/10.

Rain Pow

A tail again! However this time I actually like it, since she has that rainbow hoop behind her it looks good to stick something through it, and at least it somewhat resembles her twintails.

As for the rest of the design, it has zero frills and ribbons and looks more like some kind of scifi spacesuit than a typical magical girl design, but somehow I still really like it. I think the weird heart hair is just enough to pull it into magical girl territory for me so my impressions are more on the “an unique take on an mg look” rather than “not mg enough” side. Then all the rings keep the look consistent (I absolutely love the rainbow halo) and the suit itself looks alright enough. I also find it interesting how muted the suit colours are for a rainbow magical girl and even the rainbow is pretty pastel, but I figure this is a better choice than all the expected seven colours in all their eye-strainy glory. 9/10.

Postarie

Please put on some pants, that is a shirt and not a dress.

Not too interested in this one, but I find it a commendable effort on making a design on the idea of “postal delivery girl”. Still lots of repeating elements so that’s a plus, especially the back epaulette is such an absurd idea but somehow it works and its wings and the wing hairstyle add the required fantasy touch. Bonus points for the cute birds. 7/10.

Tepsekemei

An inoffensive genie design but I struggle to really have emotions towards it. Butt flower is silly and I have no idea what the things hanging from it are, but at least they’re consistent with her head decoration. Don’t care for the shoulder spikes in an otherwise soft looking design. Huge earrings and multicoloured nails are a nice touch. 6/10.

7753

Also one of my favourite Magipro looks. It feels like the design philosophy here was “gakuran jacket and some frills, and then some hearts. And more hearts! More! Even more!” and I think it’s a great way to go with when designing a magical girl. Using just hearts everywhere makes the outfit cohesive, but since they’re all implemented in different ways it doesn’t get boring. I especially like the little hearts on her hands and under the eye, and the one in her pocket.

Two-tone hair in twintails is also one of the best design elements out there and the hairstyle is quite memorable (and also manages to incorporate the heart motif) and I’m always a fan of caps too. The green eyes and the little bit of green nail polish which you unfortunately can’t see here go well with the otherwise reddish look. Maybe the hair looks a bit too clunky (I only just realised it appears to be tied in a hoop behind her) but I won’t let it bother me. 10/10.

Mana

A solid witch design, I especially love the dimensional cape and hat. I also like the huge collar with the lace detail, but I’m not sure if it works with the hat brim. Not a big fan of the hair, I think it clutters the design. The snake leg accessory feels weird and a bit out of place but I do appreciate the asymmetry and also having something dark to break up the otherwise plain bottom part of the design.. 7/10.

Gekokujou Hana

I tend not to be a huge fan of kimono-based clothes, but this one is an exception I guess. The great colours must play a part in it, and the bottom part is fun. Then the dangly decorations add the correct amount of strangeness so it’s not just a bunny girl in a mini kimono Also, another tail, but this time it’s almost a requirement and I love how ridiculously huge it is (and also repeats elsewhere in her outfit). But really I can’t think of anything to dislike about this, must be the colours and the tail. 10/10.

Archfiend Pam

I believe this is the record on how little clothing you can wear in this franchise... At least she has the personality to pull that off. But that is not a top! At least it’s something new...? The wings fit the description in the story, but I don’t think these blank rectangles look very aesthetically pleasing. I like the tail best, the fur edge makes it a lot more interesting than just the usual demon tail. I don’t know, if the theme is a sexy demon girl this design definitely accomplishes it in a unique way, but also I don’t care for this fanservicey designs. Also not a fan of the hair. 4/10.

Pythie Frederica

Before drawing her for the chibi series I thought she had some kind of a helmet but upon closer inspection of course it’s a veil. But what are the horns?

Upon closer inspection this one is also very fanservicey, in that her “dress” is actually see-through and the only thing covering the critical areas look like thin belt-thingies. At least she doesn’t look like she’s ten... But a major issue I have is the bottom part of her outfit, like how is it supposed to work? Is it one big piece of cloth, or multiple thin ones? What is the “fire” behind her? Is the dark part her hair, or the clothing, and is it supposed to be black or just shading? I do like the stars; otherwise the design gives a more mature “sexy” air, but the little stars everywhere adds a cute element. The colour palette is pleasing, but as much as I like multicoloured hair it doesn’t grant points this time, because the wiggly stray strands look very out of place here and the colour change makes them even more noticeable. 2/10.

Tot Pop

This one really isn’t my aesthetic, I very much prefer the cutesy style and there isn’t really anything ‘magical girl’ about this design. And it doesn’t really evoke the supposed image of ‘pop star’ to me either, like if you remove the guitar I’d think her theme was a prisoner or halloween. Though I don’t really know what a ‘pop star’ should look like anyway, like can’t they wear anything they want, I know Lady Gaga had a meat dress or something. But as of this design, I don’t think there’s anything specifically wrong with it, the colours are pleasing, the details are consistent and it’s not bland or boring either, but it just doesn’t do much for me because of the theme. I like the blood-stained hair and the spiky hair accessory, the long hanging part makes for a nice silhouette. Meanwhile the skulls on her shoulders feel somewhat tacked on, and in general I don’t care for piercings in anywhere else than ears. 5/10.

Pukin

And it’s a tail again. What is it with the stupid tacked on tails on every other design in this franchise? Sometimes it’s not so badly out of place, like if you have an youthful cutesy design, a fluffy animal tail can still add to the cute effect even if it’s otherwise out of place. But Pukin is supposed to be this dangerous and majestic authority figure and a cutesy tail very much doesn’t fit that image. And while we’re on the topic of animal features, the story describes that she has a feather decoration in her hair, but the way it’s drawn as a tiny feather jutting directly up in the middle of her head gives me more the impression of a character whose theme is a baby bird rather than a fantasy prince.

Now that we’ve dealt with the tail let’s get the biggest issue out of the way: I’m aware that there was a time in history when people used to wear these kind of giant ruffled collars but I really don’t care if there’s some kind of history based reasoning. It looks like your head is on a plate and it’s something I can’t ignore. I don’t feel even clowns can pull that off. There is no way getting around this.

When I first read Limited I thought Pukin’s appearance was an absolute mess and an instant 1/10, but upon closer inspection there is stuff I like about it too. She has a good colour palette, great shoes and gloves, and as a friend of multicoloured hair I welcome the yellow hair tips. The big heavy cape balances the small top and pants, and I really like the fur. Earrings go well with the pants too. The theme is a bit confused, or at least I don’t know of any fairy tales about pumpkin prince, but it’s not like I would complain about pineapple or cauliflower princess so that’s not really a problem. 3/10.

Sonia Bean

And we end Limited with yet another excellent design. I like how this manages to look kind of tattered and messy without actually being gross and dirty with the patchwork dress, dustball-like thingies, newspaper clippings and asymmetry. Even her hair looks disheveled. The headgear gives the design an old-fashioned vibe which suits her well since she’s so old. The light palette, soft design elements and ribbons give the look a cute feel, but at the same time she feels suspiciously pale, and the manic expression screams danger, like you can’t reason with this girl. She’s like a ghost of a Victorian era child who wants to play with you but you know you definitely should not follow her.

The design only works if I don’t think too much about it though, like dust is gross and newspaper paper is crinkly and not soft at all, but since we’re magical girls here I can ignore that and enjoy the image the clothing evokes. 10/10.

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Limited average: 6,9.

#magical girl raising project #mahou shoujo ikusei keikaku #mahoiku #my stuff #ranking #ranking: magical girl raising project

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windermeresimblr · 4 years

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Historical Paper Dolls: The Sun King’s Court

Last week, we discussed ruffs. Today, we’re staying in the 1600s, but focusing on a fairly specific niche: the fashions of Versailles between the 1660s and the 1690s. I was inspired to do this by @rennylurant‘s and my discussion of the “Versailles” series.

Alun and Alasdair and Joyeuse and Guiomar are all sharing center stage today. I simply couldn’t resist getting them all dressed up and making them go on a walk to see and be seen. I originally wanted them to promenade in a “Hall of Mirrors” set, but I couldn’t figure out how to get the pictures to not show the sky instead of the second story, so we have our trusty backdrop instead.

Men’s Fashion

Louis XIV mandated that all men who appeared at Versailles were to wear a long coat, a vest or waistcoat, a cravat, and knee breeches. This ensemble also required a hat for wearing outdoors. Charles II copied these fashion edicts upon his restoration to the throne in the 1660s. Don Draper’s work wardrobe and the trope of the “man in the grey flannel suit” are directly traced back from this style.

The waistcoat often reached to the jacket hem or just above it, buttoning up the front similarly to the modern version. (Earlier in the period, it had been rather shorter.) It was a canvas for embroidery, and could be made of contrasting fabric to add to the opulence of the look. The back of the waistcoat often remained plain, as it was not often seen when the justaucorps was worn; there are some instances of waistcoats having sleeves for winter wear. (Of course, you can then say that it is no longer a vest, and is instead a short coat--but that’s what the early form of the waistcoat was!)

The cravat is the ancestor of the modern necktie. Usually made of lace or fine linen, it was wound around the neck before allowing the ends to fall loose in front. There was a fashion in the 1660s for a ribbon to be tied around the cravat, which Alun is sporting once he’s fully dressed. The ribbons around the cravat were usually red, although other colors such as blue were not unheard of. This fashion trend continued, with the ribbons increasing in size and amount, until the 1690s. Then the cravat was worn without such decoration.

Knee breeches had been fuller (and/or shorter) prior to the 1660s, but with the popularity of the long-line justaucorps and waistcoat, slimmer and longer styles became more fashionable. Breeches were often made in the same fabric as the coat. They could be tied with ribbons or buttoned shut.

Because the new style was meant to emphasize the new-found peace after the turbulent early part of the 1600s, boots were gradually eschewed in favor of shoes. They were usually square toed and decorated with ribbons and bows and shoe-roses (essentially a pompom); there was a trend in the 1680s for red heels on one’s shoes. The heel, of course, became rather high, in order to emphasize the shapeliness of one’s calves, which were shown off by the slim knee breeches.

The long jacket was also known as a justaucorps, and would remain in fashion (with a great deal of change in how it looked) until the 1800s. The sleeve length varied from above to below the elbow, allowing the wearer’s shirt to poke through at the ends. Whether it had deep cuffs or shallow, broad lapels or none, and closed in the front or was worn open, the jacket was longer and more loosely cut than in previous decades. By the 1680s, it reached almost to the knee and remained full through the waist.

Men wore their hair long, often to mid-back. While some people kept their hair mostly straight, especially in Spain, loose curls or waves were favored. Louis XIV, who had gone bald at an early age, started a wig mania that didn’t die down until the late 18th century. He wanted something that would mimic his natural hair, only, of course, thicker and superior in almost every respect. The men of Versailles soon copied him. This early wig mimicked the wearer’s natural hair color, was not tied back in any way, and was styled with a rather severe and exaggerated center part.

A variety of hats were worn. The most common was a hat with a wide brim and a moderate crown, often decorated with feathers; your classic “Musketeer” hat. One side of the brim was often turned up; this turned into a brim-turning craze, resulting in the tricorne.

Women’s Fashion

From the 1660s to the 1670s, the trend in women’s fashion was a broad or off-the-shoulder neckline with full, elbow-length sleeves, a tightly corseted body, and a full skirt. While the gowns shown in portraits may look like a one-piece garment, the trend was actually for a separate bodice and petticoat, which usually were the same color and material. The bodice was attached to the skirt with tabs, which eventually transformed into less obvious hook-and-eye closures. (Terribly fiddly, of course, and essentially defeating the purpose of separates.)

The neckline became quite low in some cases, especially for portraits. In some cases, the breasts were totally exposed; more commonly, a good deal of the breast was shown, pushed up and accentuated by the tight corsetry of the period. It was a look very suited to the deceptively casual, libertine atmospheres of Charles II’s and Louis XIV’s courts. It was of course was frowned upon by the moralists, and was not terribly practical for those who needed to do anything more strenuous than embroider.

Throughout the period, pearl earrings and necklaces were very popular. The earrings often featured very large, teardrop-shaped pearls; the necklaces were made of the ordinary round, moderately sized pearls. Necklaces were worn very tight and very high, at the base of the throat. This was a look that would continue through the eighteenth century. Pendants were not as popular as they had been in previous years, but were still worn. Gemstones were also still very popular, as Joyeuse shows; I liked the contrast of the sapphires and her pink (salmon?) dress, and took a lot of inspiration from an image of Madame de Montespan I’ve linked in the credits.

Women generally did not openly wear wigs in this period; instead, they wore their natural hair (or someone else’s, if they had the misfortune to go bald). In the 1660s and 70s, the fashion was for curls at the front with buns in the back.

Here’s the fashion trend of the 1680 and 90s, the mantua. The mantua actually began as an “undress” dress, or casual wear; it was meant to showcase elaborate and exotic patterned fabric from overseas. It started as a fairly simple shoulder-to-floor open-fronted overdress (dolman-style sleeves, no fancy seam work, etc.) with a long train However, it soon evolved into the pleated, pinned, and looped style we see showcased here.

Although this was worn over the wearer’s shift, stays and petticoat, with only a stomacher (a decorative modesty panel pinned to the stays) and a coordinating outer petticoat keeping the underwear from becoming outerwear, the high neckline and longer sleeves were more modest than the somewhat revealing off-the-shoulder look previously popular.

In the 1680s and 90s, the hair was piled up at the front of the head and dressed with the towering mass of wire and ribbons known as the fontange. The fontange was inspired by one of Louis XIV’s “petit maitresses” doing up her hair in a pinch with a ribbon, and gradually mushroomed out of proportion into something involving starch, wire, and a serious amount of hat pins. This is a mere shadow of its extravagance.

Credits

Alasdair

Alun

Guiomar, 1660-79

Hair by @aikea-guinea and Sussi | Earrings by Ladesire | Necklace by Vitasims | Bodice and Skirt by EA

Guiomar, 1680-99

Hair by Chazzybazzy and Toksik | Earrings by Ladesire | Necklace by Vitasims | Fontange by Traelia | Mantua by GlorinosaVG

Joyeuse, 1660-79

Hair by Chazzybazzy and Applekisssims | Jewelry by Tankuz | Bodice and Skirt by EA

Joyeuse, 1680-99

Hair by EA | Fontange by Traelia | Earrings by Ladesire | Necklace by Vitasims | Mantua by GlorinosaVG

Poses

Walking Couple poses by Lenina90

A few necessary side notes:

Image 2: The breeches are not quite correct for the period, nor are the lapels. The shoes are also a little anachronistic. However, they look nice.

Image 6: The severe line of the corset in this period is not a look easily achievable with sliders without distorting the clothes, unfortunately. See this wax figure of Madame de Montespan for an idea of how this looked in real life. It’s not really a look for the faint-hearted or prim-and-proper types.

Image 8: I honestly don’t know what’s going on with Guiomar’s hair. It’s not spaniel curls, it’s not really a bun, but she can almost pull it off.

Image 9: Neither of these are very close to a proper mantua, but I have yet to find a mesh I really love, or one that I can convert without it being a problem.

I’m still really pleased how much of this could be done using EA meshes. I also think I will permanently move these to Saturdays.

#historical paper dolls series #sims 3 historical #sims 3 baroque #sims 3 lookbook #sims 3 content list #sims historical #sims baroque #sims lookbook #sims content list

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lixiefe · 4 years

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Can’t Touch - k.sm

Chapter Six: September

Words: 2.8k (I couldn’t divide it)

Warning: none for now

(I’ll add a gif cuz it made my day)

IT WAS NEARING your wedding day and Mrs. Kim was as busy as ever. You've met Seungmin a couple of times already. It was mostly because of his hyperactive mother, who invited you to his company whenever she visited, shoved you inside his spacious office and closed the door in a jump-scare way. Even though the first few seconds consisted of inadequate staring, it erupted small talks between the both of you, starting from 'how are you's to 'you know what's.

You noticed that he was very soft-spoken and decorous. He didn't necessarily give you small answers to avoid speaking too much, but his speech was adequate with the amount of words. You got to know quite a few outer things about him, that you could probably also discover on a magazine. But hearing it from him seemed special. And you felt special because he answered all your questions patiently.

He was nice to the point you could actually hope of your romantic happy ending. Arranged didn’t seem so bad.

And at one point, he seemed to enjoy answering you. He often cast down his laptop lid at the sight of you. And peered at you with undivided attention- with that heart wrecking look on his face, which made you feel even more flustered.

And you loved the fact that he didn't question your rather simple, in your words- trashy outfit choices, which heavily contained random uniforms. You would've dressed up for him- you screamed at yourself too, but your meetings were always spontaneous, so you went out with whatever you were wearing. (“Y/n! I need you right now! Come with me please.” Mrs. Kim hollered. “Right now? b-but I need to change--” “There’s no need, dear. It doesn’t matter. Quick!”)

Seungmin didn't seem to care about your attire. At all. Once you’d apologized for coming in poorly and he had given you a mocking eyebrow lift. After jeeringly looking you up, he replied that its your comfort that mattered. Even though, in this case, your comfort wasn’t your choice (Its was your workplace’s), your inner self could but swoon at him.

You also noticed one of his many many impressive traits- he was always honest and authentic on his opinions. Maybe it was a habit he’d grown since diaper-hood but you admired it. Nothing about him and his words were over-sentimental, be it for press or himself in general.

Today, you were scheduled for a planned meeting with Seungmin, in his home. His living quarters (The thought was chilling). You were to bring your mother as well, but she felt slightly sick, and forced you to go alone. You had your worries set on her, but nonetheless, you went. You made sure to imprint a better impression this time. So pairing with a nice, decent, navy dress, you wore some matching earrings- that you didn't think you had- and applied slight makeup.

You got out of the taxi and stepped your sandal clad feet on the pavement in front of his building. You exhaled a deep breath through your lips in an attempt to boost up your confidence and proceeded towards your destination, preparing to be awestruck with Seungmin and his stupidly lavish home. Mrs. Kim had said that today was special for the both of you, and that you could look forward to it.

Suspicious, but who are you to question it anyways?

"Hey!" you heard a cheery voice from behind you, shaking up at the unexpected call. You turned around to search for the source of the voice, coming face to face with the brightest smile adorning a squirrel like face. At the first sight, he looked undeniably cute and sort of – as much as you thought of it as cheating, you couldn't deny- attractive. He looked like the unplanned diva, innocently blind to the attention he absorbed- or maybe not. His eyes sparkled with immeasurable joy, with a smile so contagious that it could be severely infectious to each and everyone around. He wasn't much taller than you and had dyed blonde hair styled in a flaunting manner.

"Hello," you staidly greeted as you proceeded to give him a bow.

"Whoa, you don't have to be so polite." He said. You felt that he seemed hesitant all of a sudden, but nonetheless, he exuded warmth and cordiality.

"I'm Han Jisung," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards you for a handshake; smile still adjacent to his radiant face. You shook his hands, again giving him a little bow with your head. His never- wavering smile encouraging you to reciprocate.

"I am--"

"I know, I know. I cannot not know my best friend's soon to be wife now, can I?" he flirtatiously giggled. Cordial and friendly people like him were so rare and that made you crack a soundful smile as well.

"I, the mighty and fantastic Han Jisung, am your escort for tonight. Please anticipate today's event," he acted out skillfully, bowing to you with victorian hand motions and elegance . He reminded you of superficial historic knights, except he was a modern stylish man with dramatic acting skills. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Come one, I'll show you the way," you followed behind him, constantly looking around you in awe. When you thought the dress boutique was extravagant, Seungmin's company building was baroque. It excelled in decorative composition and was keenly pleasing to naked eye. And the employees were just as fashionable as the interior. It made you feel inferior among all the diva-like presence.

You were so focused on eyeing your surroundings that without knowing, you arrived at an almost deserted part of the floor. And you wondered why there weren't any people in this particular area. You looked ahead to Jisung's walking figure, heading towards what looked like an elevator. And when you were close enough, you realized that it was, indeed, an elevator. A very entrance door looking elevator.

"After you," Jisung mused as he stood aside in front of the gates, pressing on the buttons and the gates immediately opened, revealing a vacant space.

Without keeping the latter waiting, you stepped inside the elevator, gawked yet again. The theme of the space seemed to be matte black and gold, and it was absolutely gorgeous. It had mirrors above your head and right behind you, along with a tiny hanging shelf which contained a bunch of hygienic equipment, a little opaque bottle of perfume and a few other things on the adjacent folders that you couldn’t see.

"Seungminnie likes privacy like no other. That's why, he has his very own personal elevator. Although it's smaller than the public ones." Jisung informed. It was as if he read your mind when he replied to your unasked question. You 'hmm'ed at him, mentally marveling how he'd said "seungminnie'.

It was cute.

You had gotten the fact that Seungmin was exceptionally self-kept. But it bugged you when he said this was a small space, because it seemed to be as large as your home bathroom- which you were much satisfied with. But he didn't need to know that.

You both reached the top floor in seconds and swiftly got out, facing a rather plain door right in front of you. You stood still, this place was new to you and you didn't want to be the one knocking on the door first. You knew for a certain that claustrophobia wouldn't hit you all of a sudden, but it was still sort of nerve-wracking.

everything was nerve-wracking for you.

You grasped that 'knocking' seemed irrelevant when you saw Jisung casually pushing in the pin number and unlocking the door in seconds with a single ting sound. You were stiff, both because you were unknown to this place and because this was Seungmin's abode, somewhere you were to live as well. That thought made you feel uneasy for a moment. For someone who lived their whole life in a mediocre and sophisticated way, you couldn't imagine yourself calling an amenity like this, home.

Jisung ushered you to go inside, pushing the door so that it was wide open for you. You cautiously walked inside, Jisung gliding in after you. As you got in, you were instantly faced with Mrs. Kim to whom you bowed, showing courtesy. She nodded at you, smiling and brought you further inside by your arm.

The inside was just as you thought, lavish and deluxe furniture decorating the span of the living room. There was a large curved-screen TV placed in front of the davenport. You didn't dare determine just how expensive the structure was. Everything was absolutely immaculate. Spare dust; you couldn't even see any misplaced item or any obstacles to the eye when you panorama-viewed the interior. It looked extremely akin to a newly bought apartment, with basically no flaws.

Mrs. Kim was explaining to you where Seungmin was and asking you occasional questions about your mother and your well-being. You saw Jisung leisurely dropping berries into his mouth while sitting on the divan with one of his legs smugly resting atop the other. He looked like it was just as much of a home to him as it was to Seungmin. He could spread out on the divan and watch a movie; yet be completely careless because no one would object his actions.

Minutes after, Seungmin came from the hallway that lead to other rooms. You greeted him with a curt bow and small smile which he reciprocated, looking like the same handsome man you’d seen these times.

Mrs. Kim left both of you supposedly to bring some important 'thing'. Before that, she excitedly tugged Jisung inside with her. Her smile permanent. Because of the harsh tug, Jisung stumbled to get up from his posh sitting, but managed to steady himself just fine; and ran after Mrs. Kim with clumsy feet.

"Take a seat, please," Seungmin offered. He directed you towards the divan, hands ghosting over your back. This was the closest you've gotten to him since that day. It was polite to not touch someone's back while guiding them, but you couldn't help but feel like there was an ulterior motive to it. But that was not what you wanted to think about.

As you sat down on the comfortable seat, Seungmin took the opposite seat from yours.

"You look like you changed your styling preferences, but you still look very nice," you complimented him, with a soft yet quite voice. Coincidentally, you both matched in color. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with slightly rotated collar, making it look dispositional yet elegant, but you knew this was fashion. He also wore black slacks which matched him greatly.

How can someone manage to be this perfect and bat their lashes like it’s nothing?

"Those formal stuff can't be altered to match updated style much, you'd see me wearing this type of clothes more if I'm outside of work," he replied. He sounded like a chic person in general, a stark difference to you. His attire was casual yet sophisticated, and you wondered how he looked more dashing the more you got to know him. He was handsome and dressy from the first, but everyday he turned even more perfect. Are humans supposed to work like that?

Maybe you were too sleepy.

You heard excited shouts and hysterical 'woo's which you knew were coming from Jisung in the most chaotic way. You both paid attention to the upcoming people as you averted your eyes. Mrs. Kim came with a square and shiny gold packaging with Jisung carrying a dark cake with his barely stable feet. You promptly went to the wavering boy and helped him set the cake on the table.

You felt embarrassed when you saw it was a birthday cake for Seungmin, with candles forming the number 26 above the cake. You felt like you didn't care enough to know his birthday and it made you feel guilty. Before apologizing, you made sure to glue this date into your head, September 22. This was a crucial information, so there was no way you could forget it.

"I never knew it's you birthday, I'm extremely sorry--" Seungmin shook his head, reminding you that it was redundant. In unabated embarrassment, you smacked your lips together, looking anywhere else but him.

"Eyy, you weren't supposed to," He says, pert. And shied at that, face hidden behind the shelter of your hair. You lifted your head at Mrs. Kim. And before you knew it, she had shoved the wrapped up plastic knife in your hands and forwarded you right in front of the cake. You felt the others surrounding you and the lighted cake.

His mother animatedly motioned you to cut the cake. Jisung already clapping faintly in a rhythm with hyped whistles. You weren't supposed to be the spotlight, it wasn't your special day. You meekly looked Seungmin. To which he encouraged you to proceed as well.

But you couldn't cut the cake for someone else's birthday. So you shook you head at him and held the knife in front of him. He took it from you and fleetly cut the chocolate coated cake. And right before that, the other two had started singing happy birthday to him, like he were a little boy. And with an eye-smile, you joined them, singing it in synchronization.

You heard a somewhat giggle like sound from Seungmin, your heart beat reacting to it in an instant and incredibly speeding up. For a second, you admired him with his blatantly dazzling smile lighting up his face and the raw happiness in his shining eyes. He was like any other smothered only-child, celebrating his birthday in sheer commemoration.

Seungmin fed all of you a bite of the cake with a spoon. Even more than the moment he fed you, what you loved the most was the unwavering smile of his lips and the bright stars in his eyes. You saw a whole constellation, one that stretched into abyss and sparkled like polished diamonds. It was your first time seeing him so exultant – and so smiley- that you wished you'd see more of this Seungmin.

But what you didn't notice was how he wiped the handle of the knife with the decoration-handkerchief stuck to his belt. You didn't, but Jisung did. And he applauded Seungmin for turning his sneaky means into fashion.

"Alright, now get ready for the main event of this day," Jisung yelled, clapping his hands to attract your attention. Both you and Seungmin looked at the older male, providing him 'undivided attention'. While Mrs. Kim swiftly extracted two velvet boxes from the mysterious sparkly bag. Your eyes were now on her as she stood in front of you both, the boxes in her hands. You could see one of them being crimson while the other was a beautiful royal blue. You were instantly striked with jitters in the anticipation of what’s to come.

"Tada! Y/N's ring is chosen by Seungmin, so you can answer yourself if its too glamorous," she stated with a sing-song voice and giggled heartily. She came to you as she handed you the red box, placing the other on Seungmin's outstretched hand. "Open up."

You opened the lid to see the most delicately ornate ring you'd ever seen. And you were touched so deeply at the first sight of it. You could only imagine the cost of it, and so, a part of you felt bad. So much money was spent on you that it was unimaginable.

"Do you like it?" you heard Seungmin ask you. You immediately thought, 'what a nonsense question' but you didn't say it out loud. This ring was so beyond your expectations. It was obvious that you cannot but love it.

"This is so beautiful. I don't even have words for it," you said, with sincerity. And true enough, you were lost of speech. The ring wasn't too sparkly, it was elegantly modest. There were three pearly diamonds gradually decreasing in size from left to right. It sparkled even more as you rotated it under the lights. It was your engagement ring, so it held so much more to it than just the beauty of it. It wasn’t anything grandiloquent, but sincere.

Seungmin smiled at your response.

You saw him pick up his ring and wear it on his ring finger- by himself. Your heart felt a heavy weight, the feeling of disappointment. And you realized, that he wasn't going to hold your hand like a prince charming and fit the ring into your finger. I mean of course not, he wasn’t marrying you out of love.

You forced yourself to accept it as it is without further illogical presuppositions . Expecting more from him would be fairly selfish, and you didn't want that. Expectations were futile, and it only made you brittle.

Mrs. Kim furrowed her brows as she opened her mouth to object her son's action, but her attempt was replaced with Jisung's ringing voice.

"Minnie, wouldn't you thank your mother for the ring? She was the one who chose it." Jisung nervously laughed. Seungmin looked up from his ring and thanked his mother; telling her that he loved the ring to which she only smiled with hesitance. Jisung huffed a sigh of relief.

You didn't wait anymore. Picking up the ring, you slid it into your ring finger, pretending to admire how beautiful yet – a bit out if place- it looked on your finger. And as everyone eyed your reaction to it, no matter how much you liked its artistry and glamour, how much it concisely meaningful it was, your mind repeatedly asked why Seungmin didn't put it on you; it left a heavy weight pulling down your heart and you could only feign a grateful smile.

It wasn't sincere, you knew it. And Jisung knew it.

a/n: I’m not happy about this at all. My writing is going down the hills and that’s a fact. T.T

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kiritella · 4 years

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A New Maybe [7]

Pairings Bucky x Anna(rmc), Bucky x teen!reader(plc), Anna x teen!reader(plc)

Words: 2.6k-ish

Warnings: some random things and um...an ending...

Masterlist || Series Masterlist

A/N: So @afictionaladventure16 had to help me choose how this part was going to go, so thank you darling, hehe. Now my random questions make sense... 😜

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Breathe.

In. Out. In. Out.

Do it for their sanity.

Do it to help them feel better.

It is the same phrases that have been on repeat in your head for the last week, your attempt to not freak out, to not snap at the lengths both your mom and Bucky have gone and to which you’ve been subjected. You know they are doing this for your protection, but honestly, how far do they think Seth is going to go? You’re pretty sure being chaperoned everywhere you go is a little excessive, the iPhone tracking system, practically being grounded and having to be home and never really allowed to go out with friends. You love your mom and you respect Bucky and everything they are trying to do—keep you safe—but you’re suffocating. This Lockdown Mode is threatening to choke you out of yourself and even your ghost is going to have a hard time getting out of the chaos they’ve put you through.

However, on the bright side, the time you’ve now had to spend at home has provided you time to spend with your mom and Bucky, this time, for real. After the ice cream shout out in the middle of the street with random strangers walking by, things have been different between you and Bucky, more… understanding. It’s still awkward sometimes, weird when you don’t know how to react or respond, but he’s patient. He waits for you to be ready, he doesn’t push like he did before, lets you make the first move, and even though it has been a slow process, you’ve carved out a little hole in your stone heart and made room for him. It’s a small apartment, but he’s made a home there and you don’t really mind the new decoration… much.

As you walk into the apartment after school, your bag strapped to your back drops to the floor as a voice comes out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out of you as sirens start screaming.

“Intruder, breach of security in section 4—”

“Holy shit!” you shout above the noise as you slowly crawl back into your skin.

“Hey!” Bucky starts as he walks out of the kitchen pointing a screwdriver at you, “Watch your language.”

“Well, sorry, I wasn’t exactly expecting to be screamed at when I walked into my home,” you sass, then point to the ceiling where the racket is still coming through the newly installed speakers, “Speaking of which, what is going on?”

Bucky pokes your side as he walks past you and to a glass control panel beside the door, punching in a few numbers and the noise finally cuts out, “Here, c’mere.”

Taking your place beside Bucky, he takes your arm and positions you in front of the screen, “Spin in place, slowly.”

“Oooookay,” you drawl and start turning, “Why am I spinning like a top?”

“Friday is scanning you into her systems so hopefully, that won’t happen again,” he says as if it is the most obvious thing in the world, a crease in his brow and you wonder how long he’s been working on putting this system in place.

“Friday as in, Tony Stark’s version he invented after Jarvis became a living, breathing Frankenstein?”

“Frankenstein was the doctor.”

“Yeah, I know, it was just a—never mind. Why do we have Friday? And how did you get the landlord to be okay with this?”

“I can be pretty persuasive. And actually this is just a piece of Friday. Her system is too large to have the complete program, so we only installed the security portion of her,” he says and finally stops your spinning, tapping the screen through a few files you can’t see, “And this is just a precaution, in case something happens.”

“You mean if Seth happens?” you ask, “Because this whole thing wasn’t a thing until he showed up.”

Bucky sighs lightly and looks to you, something in his eyes, something missing, and the dark circles under his eyes scream of how little sleep he’s gotten recently, “It’s just in case. I don’t know if anything is going to happen, but if it does...I need to know that you’ll be safe. I need you guys to be safe.”

“Are you okay?” you mutter suddenly and Bucky is taken back, his lips parting slightly and the minuscule hesitation he has before answering tells you enough.

His smile brightens, but remains tight, his face forcing a lighthearted nature, but it pulls in all the wrong places, “Yeah, of course I am. Why do you ask?”

Because you look like hell.

“Nothing, I guess,” you answer and shake your head, walking backward, picking up your backpack and heading toward the hallway, “I’m going to go put this up and finish homework before dinner.”

“Okay. Your mom is out picking up groceries and some Chinese, she should be back in a bit,” Bucky says and starts to put away the tools laying out on the coffee table.

“Okay,” you acknowledge and disappear down the hall, the conversation ending with the closing of your door.

---

The cafeteria is loud as you make your way through the sea of hormonal teenagers looking for the next best thing in their short existences before they graduate to adulthood. A few bumps in the shoulder later, one of which you know for a fact was intentional, a smirk following their mock of an apology, but it bounces off your back and rolls to the floor unacknowledged to their great displeasure...anyway...you end up dropping your lunch on one of the isolated tables in the back that almost no one uses. That is, no one but you and your friends. Friends that used to include Samantha and Katie, the table is rather empty without them, two seats vacant instead of filled with giggling and dramatic expressions.

A glance across the cafeteria shows you a familiar pair of eyes—Katie’s—her smile sad as she waves softly. A distant smile caresses your lips in featherlight touches, gifting solace to your aching heart as you wave back. It’s an unspoken truth in the distance between the two of you, the knowledge it was no one’s fault, and things can be different in the future if the two of you were to choose it to be. Their beliefs are engrained from repetitive drilling, but it doesn’t make them true, and Katie knows it. Parents must be respected until the time of which you can make your own decisions, and then you must make your own path, diverge and build something for yourself. It isn’t to be disrespectful or rebellious, but sometimes we believe different things than what we’ve been taught, and that’s not always a bad thing. One day you can cross the bridge that’s been blocked off between you and the Stilton twins, but for now, you’ll plant some flowers and make a few repairs on your side, leaving a candle on its frame so when they look across, they will see a flickering light through the mist and darkness and know you’re waiting for them.

The glass moment is broken as Jason sits across from you with a bright smile that does things to you you’re not sure you like. Weird fluttering and nervous smiles, anxious tapping of your feet, but then again, it’s not the worst feeling in the world…

“Hey!”

“Hey,” you respond lamely and take a bite of your sandwich, Timothy coming up and sitting down so the three of you make a sort of triangle at the circular table.

“What’s up, losers?” he says and shrugs off his black, leather jacket before taking out a plain turkey sandwich from his bag, nothing but meat and bread.

“History teacher wouldn’t shut up,” Jason starts.

“Math is a bitch,” you add and toss your bag of carrots to Tim.

“So the normal then?” Timothy says and takes a chip from the bag Jason gave him.

“Basically,” you and Jason shrug in unison and Timothy smiles and talks as he bites into a carrot.

“Jinks, you both owe me a soda.”

With a roll of your eyes you continue to eat, “How’s it with you?” you ask and subtly give him a once over. His deep red shirt is contrasted by his black pants and combat boots, a silver chain hooked from his belt loop to his pocket leading to what you know is a pocket watch his grandfather gave him. A small ring piercing sits in his eyebrow, but the purple and blue stains of skin are missing and it puts a smile on your face as he answers.

“Better,” he says with a knowing smirk and shrugs, “But my art teacher is a serious drag. She said one more, and I quote, ‘photo from hell’ and she’ll fail me.”

Jason chuckles and shakes his head, “What was it this time?”

“It was just a landscape and a face, but I guess she saw something demonic in it. I swear it wasn’t, just some mountains at the top and it faded out into a face at the bottom. It was all black sketch and I used some charcoal, but I guess since it wasn't as lively as she was wanting it turns out it’s now demonic.”

Jason shakes his head, “That’s stupid.”

“I know that, Jason, that’s why I’m complaining.”

You chuckle as Jason and Timothy get into a debate on how the art industry has changed over the last 100 years, Timothy getting more involved and dare you say it about a man, passionate about the subject. One wouldn’t think he was an artist at first sight, but he’s insanely good at it and has a real heart for it. Jason, on the other hand, has a more musical touch. Everyone thinks he plays the guitar when he says he plays an instrument, but damn he plays the piano like it is his heart and soul and nothing will ever matter more then the next note.

You almost hate the way you find yourself watching their interaction, mostly Jason’s, the way his eyes light up in passion, the spark in his heart, the vibrant energy exposed in every line of his face. The way his hair falls in front of his eyes just slightly, not quite long enough to brush his cheeks which are almost always a tinge of red. The nature of his voice and the melody in which it almost seems to play, deep but not gruff, a singer’s voice. You almost hate it…But you don’t think you do.

When his eyes meet yours it sparks a flutter in your chest and then a heat of embarrassment when you realize they were asking you something, “Sorry, what?”

“We were asking what you thought about it.”

“About...about what?” you stutter as a warmth stains your cheeks and you know you have got to be crimson at this point.

Timothy chuckles, “You've been caught drooling—Ow!” he shouts and glares at you as he rubs his leg where you kicked him.

Jason chuckles and nudges your leg to call your attention back to him, your cheeks on fire as he sends you a wink and you suddenly find your food very interesting.

Timothy mimics gagging and shakes his head, “You two deserve each other.”

“We’ll see,” Jason shrugs and you send him a nervous chuckle, shaking your head slightly as you finish up your food. You all have been fully aware of the simmering of something between you and Jason, but still, talking about it has never been something you were comfortable with. You’re not sure exactly why neither of you have done anything about it, but it’s always sorta been there, clear as crystals, colorful and vibrant. Maybe there’s a reason you’re waiting, perhaps until you’re both ready, or maybe he’s just waiting for you to give him a sign, you don’t know, but you’d happily wait in this bliss until the time is right.

Jason smiles and switches the topic, “How’s it going with Bucky?”

You cock your head to the side, “It’s fine. He’s gone crazy with precautions ever since Seth showed up, it’s like he’s paranoid. I think there’s something else going on in his head though, he’s got dark circles under his eyes like he hasn’t slept, and the way he was talking sounds like he’s terrified or something.”

The silence at the table is a little heavy as Timothy looks at you with wary eyes, “He probably is, Y/n. Don’t underestimate what people are willing to do for what they want. Seth is an unpredictable force, your mom and Barnes probably have a good reason for everything.”

You chew the inside of your lip and shrug as Jason pipes up, “Just put up with it for a while, I’m sure it will die down eventually.”

“Yeah.”

“Just promise me you’re being careful,” Jason continues and you nod before Timothy finds something else to talk about in the last few minutes before you have to get dragged back into the hell called high school.

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The final bell of the day rings and at last you are waiting for your mom to pull up and pick you up—yet another change to your habits as you used to take the bus. Jason leaves and then Timothy and for a moment you wonder where your mom is, but that thought is cut short when you see a familiar face walking toward you, one you almost passed over as you’ve only really seen it a few times.

“Hey,” Seth says as he steps closer to you, only a few feet away and you wish you could disappear, but there’s nowhere to go. The last few buses are leaving, the number of kids dwindling out, scattering and your hands start to shake and you look to the street for your mom.

“You don’t need to be scared of me, Sweetie,” he says and comes closer, his hair is disheveled and eyes tinted red, “I just want to talk.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say, attempting to keep the nerves out of your voice, only succeeding slightly and you grip the phone in your hands a little tighter. Maybe Bucky was right.

Seth’s face shifts bitterly before it softens, “I’ve been trying to get to know you better, but your mother and her boyfriend keep sending me away, keeping me from you.”

“They probably have a reason,” you mutter and take a step back only for him to come closer.

“I just want to talk to you.”

“I don’t really want to—My mom is coming to pick me up.”

Where are you?

“I’m sorry I left you, I wasn’t in the right mind, but I went to a therapist, went to some support groups, I haven’t touched the drugs in years.”

You shake your head and turn away, “If that’s true, then prove it. Wait until it’s the right time, talk to my parents, prove it to them.”

Seth’s face twists as his brows furrow, “I am your parent.”

Your face falls, a knot in your throat as a frown etches in your lips and you respond, “You were never my parent, you gave that up when you left.”

“I can be a good dad,” he chokes out past the lump in his throat and steps closer as he fiddles with a rag in his hands.

You shake your head as anxiety bubbles in your chest, panic rising in your throat as he comes closer, right in front of you almost touching you.

“I can be a good dad,” he mutters and suddenly you’re tipping backward, a scream dying on your lips as the rag gets pressed over your mouth and nose and a minute later your body becomes heavy and your vision darkens, a cried apology the last thing you hear before the world goes dark, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

A struggle, a car, a seatbelt delicately placed across an unconscious girl before it drives away. A phone forgotten on the pavement, cracked as it buzzes:

Bucky: Your mom’s car broke down at work, I’m on my way to pick you up.

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Family Reunion

Rating: mature

Ship: Connor/Gavin

Word count: 5,010

Chapter: 2/5

Summary: Gavin is going to a family reunion, but he doesn't have a date. Of course, he has to ask the android he's been pining for. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Trans Gavin, fake/pretend Relationship, mutal pining, bi Connor, ace connor, gay Gavin, Ken Doll Android Anatomy

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The day comes quickly as Connor double checks his suitcase. He is bringing clothes but also supplies just in case he gets injured for some reason. Gavin had told him that they could get thirium there, and they'd already had plenty of stuff, but he brought it anyway.

He had also stayed up all night baking things. Gavin had said they'd be leaving early in the morning and he wanted to bring something to give as a gift to Gavin's family.

Hank knocked on his doorframe and Connor looked up with a small smile. "You sure you don't wanna back out of this, son?"

"I'm sure. I already committed to it, and who else would Gavin be able to take, especially on such short notice." He closed up his suitcase and duffle bag, placing the suitcase on the ground. Gavin should be here any minute.

"Hm, well I'll come get you if you need me. If you need anything actually, I don't care how long the drive is." Hank glared at the wall. He couldn't really blame him. He knew that Gavin and Hank had a strained relationship, though neither would tell him why.

Connor smiled and shook his head. "Thank you, but I'm sure I'll be fine. Gavin may be an ass but he'll stop if I say no." He knew he would. He trusted him enough for him to.

They both turn when they wear the knock on the door. Connor can't help the small smile as he slings the duffle bag over his shoulder and goes to the kitchen, calling out that the door is open.

Connor grabs the goodies he's made (he was originally just going to make one, but he stress bakes) and walks towards the door.

He looks over and Hank has his arms crossed, staring Gavin down. He's never seen Gavin pull in on himself like this, making himself look small.

Connor doesn't say anything as he watches the two stare at each other. It takes a full one minute and twenty-five seconds until Gavin looks down at the floor.

Hank grins and nods to himself before moving away. Connor isn't really sure what just happened so he shrugs and walks over.

He hands Gavin a cup of coffee and holds out the first tray of goodies. Inside is a mixture of donuts of different kinds, and muffins. He had blueberry, chocolate, banana, apple, and plain for the muffins.

Gavin's eyes widen at the coffee and food, looking between Hank, Connor and the tray. Hank just rolls his eyes and shrugs. Gavin looks at each muffin and donut before taking a chocolate one.

"Thanks," he mumbled before taking a bite. His eyes roll back and he hums happily, scarfing down the rest of it and eagerly taking a sip of the coffee.

Connor feels pride bloom in his chest at the response. He could have learned to cook by downloading a program but has chosen to learn the human way. He was immensely glad that he had.

"Fuck, this is good." Gavin sided, grinning just slightly.

Connor smiled and looked to Hank who was just squinting at the two. "Hank, I left you some of the food I made, don't eat it all at once. Also, don't forget the recipes I taught you. I don't want to hear that you got take-out every night." He points an accusing finger at Hank.

Hank sighs and puts his hands up in surrender. "Yeah, yeah. Be safe." He then turns to Gavin, "you fuck with him I cut your dick off."

Gavin's face paled just slightly and he nodded. He had no doubt that Hank would follow through with his threat. That man may now love his job again, but Connor was like a son to him. He'd cut off anyone's dick if they hurt him.

"Alright, I'm ready if you are," Connor said. Gavin nodded and moved back out the door. Connor gave Sumo a pat on the head before walking out.

Hank stood at the doorway watching as Gavin opened up his trunk for Connor. Connor slid his suitcase in and placed his duffle bag in too before shutting it.

He walked around and opened the back door and put the two trays of food in the seat. He then walked to the passenger side and opened the door. He looked back at Hank and gave him a small wave before getting in.

Gavin slides in on the other side and starts up the car, glancing over at Connor before pulling out and into the road.

The first thirty minutes are silent as they get onto the highway. Gavin has music playing in the back, but it wouldn't be loud enough to obstruct speaking.

"Alright, so some more things about me. I do a morning routine that lasts about ten minutes. I also take a morning jog, feel free to come with. I normally wake up around seven." Gavin starts up randomly.

Connor nods along, once again taking notes. The list was becoming longer and longer and he was glad once again that he had perfect memory.

"I also try to work out at least once every other day if I don't do any hard fieldwork. Again, feel free to join. By the way, I didn't tell my family who I was bringing, so it's gonna be a surprise for them too. They just know you're a dude."

"Tina agreed to look after my cats while I'm gone. While we’re on that topic, time for you to learn about them. A friend of mine from academy had ragdolls and they had kittens, that's where I got Sig. I found Fae on the street. Sig is pretty standoffish, though I'm sure you two would get along. Fae is an attention whore. She can give you hugs, which I didn't teach by the way. She meows a lot, and can be the sweetest cat ever."

It's adorable to picture Gavin curled up with two cats. He really hoped that he'll actually get to meet them someday soon.

"So, what about you? Anything I should know?" Gavin asks, quickly glancing over before looking back at the rode. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the music.

"I consider Hank a father, and as you know we have Sumo. I also really love fish. I like to bake, and clean though Hank doesn't like it if I clean too much. He said he doesn't want me to feel like a cleaning android." He found cleaning calming, so he often cleaned when Hank was asleep.

"Right, my stepmom will adore you then. She could never get most of us to clean. My room was always a mess." Gavin snorted. "Now I have to keep everything neat."

He had seen how sparse and organized Gavin's desk always was. It was like that even with-no, especially if- he had a big case. It was nice to see compared to other desks (cough, cough, Hank's).

"Speaking of, family history time. Bio mom and dad were together for about three years. Then, bio mom and dad got divorced when I was uh… ten. Dad met stepmom and they got married when I was twelve." Gavin says, squinting slightly when he has to think about when it happened.

He knew that Hank and his ex-wife had gotten a divorce before she died. Hank had said that they stayed friends even after and when she was diagnosed with cancer he did everything he could to help.

He didn't say anything, just nodded. "Also, I use to smoke. I quit before you showed up, but you probably would have seen me struggle with that if we were actually close."

The words actually send a pang through his heart. He knew they weren't close, far from it, but it hurt to hear.

"If you do ever need help with that, please let me know. I've been helping Hank with his alcohol problem." Connor suggests.

Gavin hums and nods his head. "Yeah, I did notice that. Also, thanks. Tina was the one that finally got me to quit. Said if I didn't then she'd start smoking. Then she proceeded to kick my ass until I did."

He could imagine that. Tina was very headstrong and didn't put up with anyone's shit, including Connor's.

They continued to talk, sharing small things about themselves. It wasn't much, but he still learned more in those three hours than he had in the year he'd known Gavin.

He watches as his stress levels slowly climb as they get closer and closer. He learned a lot, but he still didn't know much about each family member.

So when they arrive at the house his stress levels are at 54%.

From the outside, this house looks magnificent. It has been built with walnut wood and has red pine wooden decorations. Tall, rounded windows add to the overall style of the house and have been added to the house in a mostly symmetric way.

The building is shaped like a squared ‘S’. The two extensions extend into stylish gardens to each side.

The second floor is smaller than the first, which allowed for several balconies on the sides of the house. This floor has a slightly different style than the floor below.

The roof is high and square-shaped and is covered with wood shingles. One small chimney pokes out the center of the roof. There are no windows on the roof.

The house itself is surrounded by a modest garden,mostly grass, with a few flower patches and a children's playground. He can also see a large lake in the distance behind the house. There are three cars already parked.

There are no other houses around for at least a mile, which is impressive. The land must have been expensive to buy. Gavin shuts off the car and Connor glances over.

His eyes seem bright but his smile is tight. He fiddles with his keys before glancing over at Connor. "You ready? It seems my oldest brother and youngest are already here."

Connor nods and gives a reassuring smile to Gavin. If anyone should need reassurance it's Connor, but he doesn't seek it out. Instead, he climbs out of the car and grabs the goodies first, then his bags.

Gavin grabs his own and their hands brush just slightly. Connor quickly pulled his hand away as it tingles just slightly.

Gavin freezes for only a second before shutting the trunk. They walk up the driveway and to the door, Gavin knocking on it once before walking it.

Connor walks in behind and shuts the door softly. It has crisp white walls, timber floors, and high ceilings. A large staircase goes up to the second floor. Even with it being so neat and tidy it still has a sense of home to it.

"Gav, honey, is that you?" A woman calls out. She rounds the corner and Connor scans her. She must be Gavin's stepmom.

She has a round heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, and a dominant forehead. The width around her temples is wide, with her face becoming narrower towards the chin. Her smile makes her cheekbones and nose more pronounced.

Standing short and solidly-built, this woman has a warm feeling about her. She has alert and light brown eyes, and her hip-length, curly, black hair is styled with a fade.

She rushes over and pulls Gavin into a hug, which he reciprocates, dropping his stuff on the ground.

When she pulls back and looks over Connor, she doesn't seem to hesitate over his LED. He was definitely caught off guard when she wraps her arms around him. It's a bit awkward and Gavin grabs the trays from between them so she could hug him fully.

"It's so good to meet you; call me Shona. I hope you're doing well. We all saw what happened on TV and I must say- It was very impressive what you did, and I'm proud of you. I also know that that was dangerous as fuck and if you die before you two can get married I'll bring you back to life and kill you myself." She says as she steps back.

He… honestly has no idea what to do or think. He wasn't expecting this at all. It was nice to be accepted so easily, but still shocking.

"It's… it's a pleasure to meet you. Gavin has told me a lot about you, but I'm very glad to finally meet you in person." He says, smiling. Gavin takes a step closer to Connor and puts an arm around him.

"Mom, can we at least put our stuff down? Also, Connor made these for you guys. If you don't eat it, I will." He said, holding out the trays.

Shona gasps and takes them, smiling up at Connor. "Oh, you sweet boy. I like you even more. Gavin, you know where your room is. Go put your stuff down then come say hi to your siblings," she says, shooing them off.

Gavin chuckles but does as he's told, leading them up to his room. He opens the door and lets Connor in before closing it with a small sigh.

He has a bed with black sheets and red pillows. There is a dresser with a PS4 and a tv on it, and some NCIS and Criminal Minds FunkoPops.

He has a framed written out copy of the Miranda rights, several Marvel posters, DPD Calendar, a picture of him and Lieutenant Fowler with signed 'See you after academy Reed!', and a rainbow flag with a burnt corner.

Connor then looked at the corner bookshelf with different trophies on it- mostly second place in track and first place in various dance competitions, and also photos from plays he was in.

What is noticeable is that there is only one bed. That was fine with Connor as he didn't actually need to sleep, but he'd probably end up at least sitting beside Gavin.

He places his suitcase down on the ground in front of the bed, and the duffle on it. "Alright, guess it's time for you to meet them," Gavin says.

Gavin doesn't even look at Connor as he takes his hand, leading him out and back down the stairs.

He leads them into a square living room that has mismatched metal furniture. He notes the seating is plush and looks very comfortable. The floor is wood and the walls are painted and decorated with a wallpaper border.

The whole room is done in warm colors and overall has an elegant look. He scans the faces and stops on one, going rigid.

"Ah, Connor. What a pleasant surprise. It's been a while since I've seen you last. Congratulations on the successful revolution, you all exceeded my expectations." Kamski says, standing and stepping forward.

Connor's really glad he's holding onto Gavin's hand already. If he wasn't he definitely would have grabbed it and he wouldn't have known how to explain himself

"Kamski. I- I had no idea you were related to Gavin. He mentioned you, but never by name." He hears Gavin sigh, but he squeezes Connor's hand just slightly.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to have been able to see your reaction. Deviants are so fascinating. I wonder what else we'll learn about each other." Kamski takes another step forward towards them.

Gavin rolls his eyes and uses his free hand to slap the back of his brother's head. "Stop being so damn cryptic. He's here as my date. Speaking of, where the hell is Chloe?"

There's a rustling from where he assumes is the kitchen then Chloe quickly walking in and saving. "Sorry, sorry. Was helping with some prep. Gavin, you look well." She said, stepping up to give him a half hug.

She turns to Connor and her eyebrows raise. Connor still remembers the feel of Kamski's hand as he pointed a gun at another Chloe. She wasn't the same one, but it still brought the memory back.

"Connor, thank you for helping free our people." She says with a warm smile. He scans her and has to blink a few times. She's the first one. She's the original Chloe. It shouldn't surprise him that much, and he looks at where Kamski has a protective arm around her and his eyebrows raise.

So Kamski was with Chloe. He didn't know for how long, but that was definitely interesting. Had she always been deviant? Did Kamski plan for the revolution?

He then turned when a young woman made herself known. She has a square face with a pointed chin, a small nose, small ears, and small lips. Her blue eyes are prominent, and she has thin eyebrows.

Her hair is black, dip-dyed almost the full length with shades of green is medium-length- thick and un-styled.

She also has pierced her right nostril with a shiny green gem in it. There’s also a tribal tattoo across her chest that he can see behind her strapless spring dress.

She nodded to Connor before walking up and flipping off Gavin. Gavin just flips her off in return with a grin. "Sup, fucker. And nice to meet you, Connor, I'm Kassia but just call me Kas." She holds out her hand to shake, which Connor does.

"Right! I'm glad you all met. Be nice to each other or else." Shona says sending a glare at each before turning away and walking back to the kitchen.

It's slightly awkward just standing there, and thankfully Gavin takes the lead. He pulls Connor into the couch, sitting so close he's practically on top of him.

Kamski and Chloe sit close together and Kas sits on the rocking chair, pulling out her phone.

"So, Connor, the last time I saw you you were still denying your deviancy. Obviously, you got past that, how have you been?" Kamski asks. Chloe huffs beside him and flicks his cheek.

Connor can't help the small smile at seeing the two interact. It was so different than how he had treated the Chloes at his house, that must have been somewhat of an act.

"I've been well. After the revolution, Gavin and I got together. He's helped me quite a lot with discovering new emotions." He smiles and glances at Gavin, giving him a wink before turning back to Kamski.

Kamski is staring at the two of them like he's trying to solve a puzzle.

[Probability of family finding out the truth: 47%]

"Right. Well, I'm happy for you. You did eventually find Jericho, without my help. I'd say congratulations on that, but we both know you didn't originally go there with the purest intentions." For that Chloe smacks him on the back of his head just like Gavin had done.

Kamski rubs his head and sighs, "I didn't mean it like that. I know he wasn't in control, obviously. Just trying to make conversation."

"Well, you’re shit at it." Gavin and Kas say at the same time. They both shot each other a glance before snickering.

"So mean, you see what I have to deal with? Maybe now that you're here someone will finally appreciate me." Kamski sighs dramatically. Chloe just playfully glares at Kamski. "Also, call me Elijah, Connor."

That will definitely be hard. This is the man that created him, creates his whole species. He may have even created deviancy. Calling him by his first name just seemed… odd.

But, he would do it anyway, "alright, Elijah."

Connor is momentarily distracted when Gavin leans his head on Connor's shoulder, playing with their intertwined fingers. Connor watches then turns and places a kiss onto Gavin's head.

Gavin looks up, slightly surprised before smiling. He leans up and presses a quick kiss to Connor's cheek.

He feels his core start to heat up and takes a few slow breaths. "Fucking hell, you two are sappier than Elijah and Chloe." Kas gripes from her chair.

Connor flushed and tried to hide his face, which just brings him closer to Gavin. That definitely doesn't help his blush, at all.

"If you two start having sex on the couch I will leave." Kas whines.

"I would watch if you weren't fucking my brother." Another slap to the head from Chloe.

Connor turned even more blue, trying to get smaller. He had expected a lot of things. Hearing his creator say he'd watch him have sex with someone wasn't one of them.

"Fucking ow. He's pretty, you can't deny that. Gavin got a good one. Actually, the highest advanced model there currently is." Kamski says, pouting at Chloe.

Gavin growled and clung to Connor even more, glaring at Kamski. "Calm down, Gavinator I'm not gonna steal your boyfriend."

[Probability of family finding out the truth: 45%]

"Fucking koala." Kas mumbles. Gavin flips her off again and she does the same right back.

Gavin nuzzles into the crook of Connor's neck and he has to control himself from reacting.

He is ace, but he still would react when touched in a typically sexual manner. So he clamps his mouth shut and gently strokes Gavin's hair.

"You're really warm," Gavin mumbles, looking up at him with slightly wide eyes.

Connor couldn't help but chuckle, "of course I am, you know that." He tries to get his point across and it seems to work. Gavin's eyes got wider and he glanced at Kamski.

He's thankfully distracted by braiding Chloe's hair. It still shocked Connor to see Kamski so… human, as ironic as that is.

Chloe, however, was paying attention and she just subtly tilted her head at him.

‘He doesn't know, does he?’ He hears her voice in his head ask.

He glances down at Gavin, then back to Chloe, shaking his head just enough for the other to see. ‘No. He lied and said he had a boyfriend, but didn't. Then asked if I would pretend to be his.’

It wasn't like he could lie now, somehow she had figured it out. That was even more frustrating than he anticipated. He was supposed to be the most advanced model, yet he was found out within the hour from the first android.

‘You should tell him. Neither one of you is good at hiding it.’ He honestly wasn't sure what that meant. Could she see that Gavin didn't actually like him? It hurt, it hurt so much, but he had to keep a straight face.

That completely flew out the window when Gavin pressed a quick kiss to his neck. He jolted and grabbed Gavin's hips, sending him a glare.

Gavin just looked up at him with an innocent smile, like he hadn't done anything wrong.

His neck and the around his thirium pump were extra sensitive, though he wasn't sure why. He did have more wires there, so maybe that was it.

"Mom! Connor and Gavin are gonna have sex on the couch!" Kas calls out.

Shona pokes her head around the corner and points at them with a spoon. "None of that. Want to do that, find a hotel or at least do it quietly in your room."

"Sorry, Ma'am," Connor says right as Gavin also speaks.

"Right, sorry Mom."

"Connor, it's Shona or Mom, don't call me that ma'am bullshit." He was slightly surprised how similar Gavin's stepmom was to Gavin. She also reminded him, somewhat, of Hank.

Connor nodded quickly, and she smiled at him before going back into the kitchen.

"Kas, I know a lot about Kams-Elijah, but not much about you. What do you do for a living?" He could pull up her file, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Lawyer. Yeah, shocking. I liked arguing so much I made it my job." Kamski snorts at that. "Shut it, Eli. Anyway, I've got my own firm and everything. I mostly work the big cases, but recently I focused on helping out androids. It's not much, but I try."

Connor felt like hugging her. He hadn't expected any of Gavin's family to be so supportive, but he was glad to see they were. Not too surprising since Kamski was the one who made them.

"That's very sweet of you, and if you're willing- I can tell Markus and I'm sure he'd appreciate the help." They had android lawyers, but it could help to have a human one.

Kas smiled and nodded her head quickly. "Yes! I'd love that! Thank you."

Connor nodded and already started writing a message to Markus. He and Markus had gotten close after the revolution, so it wasn't odd for the two of them to message each other throughout the day.

"Gav… grandma will be here tomorrow, just wanted to warn you." Someone says. Connor jumps slightly and looks over.

He scans him and comes back with a name: Frank L. Reed. Standing 5' 5" tall, he has a serious feel about him. He has an oval face, a narrow nose, and narrow lips. His pale grey eyes are hooded and he has thick eyebrows. He has short, greasy, brown hair and a receding hairline.

He feels Gavin stiffen and looks down at him. He looks around and sees that Kas, Kamski, and Chloe are all sitting up straight.

They didn't seem afraid, it seemed more like habit, though they did all scowl at the mention of their grandmother.

"Right, thanks," Gavin says, giving a small nod to his dad. Frank looks around and Connor and see a very small smile on his face as he looks over his children.

His smile drops when he looks at Chloe, then Connor. "Chloe, and Connor? Good for you to both come." His voice is clipped but Connor can tell he won't pick a fight. Good enough for him.

"I'm glad to be here. It's an honor to meet you, sir." Connor says, trying to be as open as possible with Gavin clinging to him like his life depended on it.

Frank hums, then turns his attention to Kamski, "Shona in the kitchen?" Kamski nods and the smile is back on Frank's face as he heads towards the kitchen.

Once he's out of earshot everyone goes back to how they were before, Gavin being completely slumped against Connor.

"He's not the fondest of androids being alive. I think it's just… well, he sees things very black and white. It's hard for him to think of a machine as alive." Kas sighs.

Not surprising, but he did seem like a good man. He didn't have a criminal record either. "That's fine. I'm just glad he didn't kick me out," he chuckled. "Or try to shoot me," he mumbled.

Gavin tensed but looked up with a worried expression. Connor rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. He really didn't blame Gavin for that. He was actually glad he tried to stop him as he had found it helped lead him to deviate.

"There's definitely a story there. Gavin, did you try to actually kill Connor? I bet he used his… negotiation skills quite well." Kamski snickered.

Chloe turned and glared at Kamski before sighing and letting it go. "I wasn't actually deviant yet, though I had tendencies. Gavin had come to stop me while I was attempting to find Jericho. It ended with him on the ground, and not in the fun way."

Kas snorted and smiled at Connor. "Hell yeah. Sucks he had to do that, but good job at fucking him up. Wait… fuck, not like that. Ugh!" Kas dropped her phone and started scrubbing at her eyes. "I did not need that mental image."

Gavin snorted and rolled his eyes at his sister. "You're the one that said it. And yeah, he did fuck me up. And then later he very mercilessly fucked me up."

Kas's face pulled like she just ate a lemon, which he didn't blame her for. He was blushing at the implications and he knew that if he had a brother he wouldn't want to hear about his sex life. He didn't even want to hear about his own pretend sex life.

"Gavin!" He scolded, pinching at the skin where his arm held him. Gavin yelped then started crackling.

It was probably one of the cutest things he's ever heard. It wasn’t soft or angelic, but gruff and unrestrained. He'd heard Gavin chuckle and scoff before, but it was never like this, so open.

Gavin's laughter was infectious and soon Connor started snorting then full-on laughing with him. This caused him to curl slightly into himself, squeezing Gavin.

Kas then started snickering and Kamski rolled his eyes but smiled at them.

There was this… warm feeling in his chest. He felt it before, with Hank and Sumo, but it was still jarring. He knew nothing was wrong, and his temperature didn't even go up. So, it was an emotion.

He'd brought it up to Markus one night after it had gotten almost overwhelming.

Hank, him and Sumo had decided to visit Jericho. They had sat together and laughed, and surprisingly North and Hank got along well. Well, better than well. It was actually very amusing to watch.

He had watched and felt that warmth bubble up, and at the end of the night, he had to pull Markus aside. Markus had always said that he could come to him with any questions. So he asked.

Markus had nodded and smiled softly before pulling Connor into a hug. "Family and belonging." Was all he had said.

It made sense, he thought of all of them as a family and he no longer feared not being accepted. The people of Jericho made it quite clear that they accepted and forgave him.

So he currently felt that warmth and he hadn't realized he stopped laughing when he noticed Gavin's had died out.

He knew he must look stupid with the fond stare he was giving Gavin, just holding him. He also worried that Gavin would be able to tell that this wasn't fake. Androids could do a lot of things, but they could never fake love.

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goonlalagoon · 5 years

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The Great Haus Bake-Off || Check, Please!

I have no memory of what caused me to start writing this, but been re-reading some Check Please fic and finally got motivated to go back and finish it...

(also on Ao3 here)

No-one was quite certain, later, who started it.

It had been a post-practice brunch, they all agreed, sometime in that period when everyone on the Internet - or at least, about thirty percent of the parts of the Internet that Bitty frequented and re-tweeted things from - was obsessed with Great British Bake Off, and someone had eventually said “It’s baking, it isn’t like it’s exciting”, and it seemed like almost everyone in the room made a sound of thoughtless agreement.

Then came the terrible ‘clang’ of an oven door being closed.

Instantly, the room fell silent. The look Eric Bittle turned on them all would freeze enough water for an ice rink, and for a long moment everyone at the Haus kitchen table was both trying to remember whether they had said the terrible thing, and wondering with deep seated horror whether if no-one owned up Bitty would actually withhold all baked goods.

Chowder actually gulped when he began to smirk.

“Oh, really? Y’all better be ready to put your money where your mouths are.”

It’s really only supposed to be a small thing. Bitty plans to just get the boys to try and make something - maybe a pie, or maybe he’d give them something fancier, patisserie of some kind - which they would all inevitably fail at but would probably make fools of themselves in some deeply entertaining fashion while baking. But Lardo listens to him patter on about it for fifteen minutes, swallows her pie, and grins.

“Say, Bits? You reckon we could turn this into a Samwell Men’s Hockey publicity thing?”

They even manage to get a sort-of sponsorship out of it by dint of Lardo sidling up to the manager of the cute little store Bitty goes to for baking apparatus - he’ll compromise on many things for the sake of budgeting, but when he needs another pie dish or his scales go on the blink, Eric Bittle is not afraid to invest - and cheerfully explaining the entire story. The manager is delighted and insists on being a judge in exchange for giving them a deal on some of the key equipment, because Bitty loves his teammates to pieces but wouldn’t dream of letting them near his mama’s set of cake tins for love nor money.

When the delivery arrives he discovers that the manger has even managed to get them cake stands patterned with skating boots and little snowflakes.

One of Lardo’s arty friends agrees to film it in exchange for permission to submit it as part of his film and media portfolio, and Bitty indulges himself in a full rerun of every episode of Bake Off aired so far to gather ideas.

Lardo joins him for most of it, already planning the spiel she’s going to stick up on the SMH website to cover the event and organising a few people for taste testing (with a guarantee of a Bittle produced rendition of the days challenge in case all other offerings are truly inedible as they both half suspect they will be)

Meanwhile, the rest of the boys begin to panic. Baking is not a skill that was widely associated with the SMH Haus before the arrival of Bitty, and their main interaction with baked goods is still firmly on the consumer end of things.

Ransom is seen carrying a stack of cookbooks up to his chin across campus from the library, and spends his evenings memorising recipes with the fervour he usually saves for last minute test revision. No-one quite dares use the Haus kitchen to practice, because what if they damage Bitty’s baking stuff he will either cry or kill them or both, and take over miscellaneous dorm kitchens to try and memorise the basic sponge recipe. A bemused Farmer lets Chowder use her kitchen, and promptly tracks down Bitty to ask what on earth is going on, because “he accidentally used salt instead of sugar and I know for a fact he’s done that several times before, why is he trying to bake again now??”

(She joins in with the GBBO re-watch and makes some excellent suggestions for possible challenges.)

Shitty attempts to make macarons, because he suspects that Bitty is going to make them all suffer. He pokes his failed attempt and concludes that Bitty may be prepared to make them all suffer, but he also loves baking too much to inflict this level of horror on himself, surely?

He largely stops trying to prepare himself and instead starts waxing lyrical about baking in the context of gender roles, mostly the hypocrisy that being able to bake a cake is still considered an essential life skill for a girl, but no one has ever thought it unreasonable that he has never baked a cake before in his life, and winds up on Wikipedia at three fifteen A.M. having gone down a Google rabbit hole that has somehow led to him reading the page about the societal structure of meerkats.

In the end, Bitty decides on three challenges, as a nod to the format and a fun way to get some variety; cookie decoration (he’ll provide the prepped dough, bake ‘em once everyone’s used whatever cookie cutters they want, and then they do the decoration), mini-cake construction (everyone gets a batch of miniature sponges, their choice of how to glue the two layers together and add finishing touches), and one actual baking round - the showstopper pie.

Lardo makes a schedule, because the Haus kitchen won’t take all seven of the team who got themselves into this mess trying to work in it all at once, so that they rotate between stages and go in batches to Murder Shop ‘n Stop to buy their pie filling ingredients.

It’s a disaster, and Bitty watches the chaos unfold with entirely unconcealed glee, keeping up a cheerful voice over - and if his chirps happen to distract the boys and lead to much panicked responses and second guessing, well, that’ s just the nature of baking in a high-pressure environment, isn’t it?

The first round of judging involves a lot of guesswork. Admittedly, Chowder’s blue and white creations are a lot easier to figure out if you’ve seen the inside of the boy’s room and could reliably guess what he was going to attempt, so there are a lot of puzzled looks exchanged amongst the judges until someone makes the link with the Sharks hoodie he’s wearing.

It turns out that Dex can do a pretty neat galaxy icing pattern if he puts his mind to it, even if he got the consistency wrong; Bitty may actually have to try it himself, sometime.

(”Jack, did you…did you actually do maple leaf cut outs with a maple glaze? That’s…”

“Gotta stay on brand, eh? And I was told I wasn’t allowed to do plain circles and decorate them as hockey pucks.”

Most of the minature sponge cakes are gradually sliding more and more lopsided as the various attempts at butter-cream or other fillings prove unable to hold. Holster has somehow managed to cut his at almost a perfect diagonal instead of in half; Nursey simply gave up and presents his as an ‘open sandwich’ rather than trying to glue the layers back together.

(“Shits, what did you even put in the middle of - is this marmite? Did you - did you seriously - why?”

“Listen, love it or hate it, and I happen to love it. Sweet and savoury, a classic combination -”

“Marmite victoria sponge is not a classic combination, Shitty.”

“I was told to be creative, thank you very much, unlike those of us who went with jam and butter-cream.”

“I like jam and butter-cream. Anyway, I did use apple jam, that’s not typical. And I put maple syrup in the -”

“Bro, I am also from Canada, and even I will say that is incredibly Canadian of you.”)

Bitty almost weeps when he sees the final range of pies produced. He was braced for them to be terrible; he just wasn’t quite prepared enough. For a moment, he wonders if this whole stunt was really worth it.

Fillings are burnt while pastry is undercooked to the point of being raw - or the filling is horribly flavoured and the pastry overcooked until it’s about the consistency of wood chips.

Ransom has managed a surprisingly pretty lattice over three-quarters of his pie, but ran out of pastry for the last section. Chowder forgot to leave air-holes in the lid of his (and put salt instead of sugar in the filling).

Nursey isn’t sure what ingredient he forgot, but it was clearly one of the essential ones.

But there is one pie that actually looks…if not something that Bitty would have baked himself, at least something he wouldn’t be instantly offended to be connected to. The lid is a near perfect golden brown, with precisely spaced snips to let the steam waft gently out. The pastry is precisely crimped around the edge of the pie dish, with the excess trimmed away to leave a clean margin. The filling is sweet but not sickly.

The decorative pastry maple leaves add a certain artistry, the main judge declares with the pleased smile of someone who knows they were created with a cookie cutter bought from his own shop.

The video of Jack being presented with an ice-skate patterned cake tin and a matching apron as he’s declared the ‘Samwell Hockey Haus Bake-Off Champion gets re-tweeted by Bob Zimmerman within five minutes of being posted, to a flurry of Twitter activity.

Lardo and Bitty were definitely not expecting their slightly-spite-motivated publicity stunt to go quite this public.

(It was a really good pie, though.)

#Check! Please #OMGCP #omgcp fic #my writing #I...can't remember what sparked this idea but it's been sitting 3/4s finished in my drafts for ages #I actually cannot recall if Jack's love of maple syrup is canon or fanon at this point #or at least his insistance on using Proper Maple Syrup

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ladytesla · 5 years

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The Great Vesuvia Baking Show

I’m not sorry for any of this.

THE CONTESTANTS:

-Asra, Julian, and Nadia, of course

-Portia, Lucio, and Muriel, naturally

-Valdemar, Volta, Vulgora, and Vlastomil, because why not

-Valerius because wine daddy

-Mazelinka because I needed 12 contestants

WEEK ONE: CAKE

-Signature bake: Madeira cake. Valerius wows the judges with his ability to bake with wine, and even add it to the food on occasion. Mazelinka claims her cake used to prevent scurvy on the high seas. Muriel’s cake is simple, but quite tasty.

-Technical challenge: Cherry cake. Coincidentally enough, this is Nadia’s favorite cake. So of course she knows the recipe forwards, backwards and diagonally. She wins hands-down, despite the fact that Asra and Portia were copying her every move. Volta eats most of the cherries.

-Showstopper challenge: Black Forest gateau. While Julian astonishes with his intricate decorations and Valdemar creates very precise mathematical designs, Lucio comes out on top with an exceedingly elaborate showpiece that needs two people to carry it to the front.

-The star baker for the week is Nadia, much to Lucio’s chagrin. Vlastomil is eliminated, mostly because he kept using salt instead of sugar and was under the impression that a black FOREST gateau needed actual dirt on top. Because forest. It’s quite possible Vulgora told him so to trick him.

WEEK TWO: BREAD

-Signature bake: breadsticks (or grassini). Asra makes his with lapsang souchong, which makes for an interesting combination the judges can’t stop talking about. Nadia is a high achiever and makes twisted grassini with two-colored dough.

-Technical challenge: Baguettes. Vulgora’s are decidedly ‘overwerked’ due to the fact that they punched their bread into submission rather than kneaded it. Julian and Portia get in trouble for throwing flour at each other. Mazelinka and her spoon quickly sort them out. The winner of the technical challenge is a very meticulous Valdemar.

-Showstopper challenge: a 3-d bread sculpture. Lucio’s bread goat distorts in the oven, leading him to have a meltdown, throw his half-baked creation at Valerius, and storm out of the tent. Volta makes off with the discarded goat bread. Muriel makes a lovely rendition of Inanna.

-Star baker for the week is Valdemar. No one is eliminated, since Lucio quit.

WEEK THREE: PIES AND TARTS

Signature bake: family-sized custard tart. Mazelinka uses one of Lilinka’s recipes, causing the Devorak siblings to gravitate over to the pan as soon as the judges leave. Valdemar’s is technically perfect, but lacking in flavor.

Technical challenge: mini pear pies. Nadia gets flustered because hers aren’t up to her perfectionist standards. Julian’s somehow are overcooked on the outside and raw on the inside. Volta volunteers to eat the leftovers again. Muriel manages to scrape by, to his complete surprise.

Showstopper challenge: tiered pies with a common theme. Portia wins hands-down by making a tower of pies filled with vegetables straight from her garden. Valerius admits he went heavy-handed with the red wine reduction in his creations. Asra is on thin ice by incorporating blue-tongued skink.

-Star baker for the week is Portia. Vulgora is eliminated due to their horrible taste in what should go in a savory pie. Honestly they’re glad to leave, they think this whole thing is boring.

WEEK FOUR: BISCUITS

Signature bake: 36 savory biscuits (crackers for us americans). Muriel impresses everyone with his mushroom and wild garlic biscuits, especially when the hosts finally wheedle out of him that he collected the wild garlic and mushrooms himself. Asra mentions to the camera that Muriel’s single, which makes the poor guy turn bright red.

Technical challenge: 18 florentines. Portia somehow gets chocolate in her hair. Volta ends up submitting 12. She claims to not know where the other 6 went, despite being caught on camera eating them. Valerius ends up burning his fingers. Mazelinka made a lot of these when she was younger and trying to bribe baby Devoraks to do chores, so she wins the technical.

Showstopper challenge: 3D biscuit scene. Valdemar’s ‘Laboratory Scene’ is deemed too disturbing to be put on camera. Julian surprises everyone with a quaint (and tasty) miniature version of the Rowdy Raven. Nadia makes a family portrait of herself and her sisters.

Star baker for the week is Muriel, which surprises everyone, including himself. Volta is eliminated for eating too many of her own bakes.

WEEK FIVE: DESSERTS

Signature bake: family-sized roulade. Nadia goes overboard and makes a chocolate version of the Satrinava crest to adorn hers with. Asra decorates his white chocolate and blueberry roulade to look like Faust. Muriel is praised for his chocolate and orange roulade. He just shrugs.

Technical challenge: tiramisu cake. Mazelinka has a bad oven mishap, but manages to pull through when Muriel steps in to help. Julian wins the technical, much to his surprise. Then again, he reasons, he DOES like coffee. Valerius miserably fails the technical.

Showstopper challenge: Baked Alaska. Portia is so busy nosing around to see what everyone else is doing (and taking tastes when they let her or aren’t looking) that she almost forgets to finish her Baked Alaska. As such, hers has the least amount of decorations. Valdemar somehow manages to sculpt the meringue into a perfect cube.

Star Baker for the week is Nadia. Asra goes home since he was too chill and was unable to finish his bakes this week.

WEEK SIX: PASTRY

Signature bake: twelve savory pastry parcels. Nadia wows with her spiced swordfish pastries. Portia and Mazelinka manage to coincidentally make adaptations of the same one of Lilinka’s recipes, which leads to controversy among the judges.

Technical challenge: An obscure pastry nobody’s ever heard of. Somehow they all end up looking very similar, except for Julian’s, which are a bit burned. Valdemar aces the technical as usual.

Showstopper challenge: 24 eclairs with 2 flavors. Valdemar’s blood orange and salted caramel eclairs are all extremely precise. Valerius’s strawberry daiquiri and mojito eclairs are a favorite with fellow drunk Mary Berry. Muriel writes sigils in icing on his eclairs. When asked, he admits Asra taught them to him and they’re for good luck.

Star baker for the week is Valdemar. Julian is sent home, which makes Portia cry.

WEEK SEVEN: ADVANCED DOUGH

Signature bake: free-form sweet fruit loaves. Valerius soaks his in too much liquour. Mazelinka’s bread is overprooved because she was too busy brandishing a spoon at anyone, namely Portia, who tried to come near and taste-test.

Technical challenge: pannetone. Portia accidentally cuts herself and has to sit out a bit. Valdemar was more interested in the medical staff than their pannetone, and it showed when the judges came by.

Showstopper challenge: Doughnuts. Muriel takes a risk by making doughnuts that are safe for humans AND dogs to eat. When pressed, he mentions that Inanna helped taste-test the previous week. Nadia fusses over her decorations so much that she nearly runs out of time to display them all.

Star baker for the week is Nadia, again. Valerius is sent home. He’s a bit drunk at the moment, so he doesn’t care.

QUARTERFINAL: CARAMEL

Signature bake: millionaire shortbread. Nadia’s caramel is a bit too firmly set because she wanted a nice smooth surface for the chocolate to go on top. Portia stuns with her orange-pistachio millionaire shortbread creation.

Technical challenge: stroopwafels. Mazelinka gets frustrated by the challenge, and ends up in last place.

Showstopper challenge: caramel cake with spun sugar decorations. Valdemar’s decorations are minimal, since they don’t like caramel. Muriel burns himself.

Star baker is Portia. Mazelinka is sent home, but she gives Portia her spoon before she goes.

SEMIFINAL: PATISSERIE

Signature bake: choux buns. Valdemar, while achieving technical perfection, bores the judges with plain vanilla and chocolate.

Technical challenge: Les Miserables Slices. Portia is belting out showtunes while baking, which annoys Valdemar. Muriel quietly manages to ace the technical. He’s not sure how he did it.

Showstopper challenge: meringue centerpiece. Nadia makes a miniature replica of the Vesuvian royal palace. Portia’s attempt at making Pepi doesn’t end well.

Star baker is Muriel. Portia is sent home because her bakes, while tasty, are a bit too rustic and home-y and lack precision.

THE FINAL

Signature bake: 12 small loaves of bread, four need to be shaped, four need to be flavored, and four need to be made from an alternative grain. Muriel, who is in his element, receives a handshake from Paul Hollywood over his bread. It’s awkward.

Technical challenge: ginger biscuits. Nadia’s are unevenly-shaped, but the icing makes up for it. Valdemar’s are eerily perfect. They win the technical.

Showstopper challenge: one large entremet with a minimum of five elements. Nadia stuns with her feather-themed entremet. Valdemar’s is shaped like a beetle. Muriel makes his look like a log with mushrooms growing on it. It’s surprisingly delicate work.

The winner is:

MURIEL!

He wins a cake stand, a sense of accomplishment, and minor celebrity status in the UK.

Coincidentally, he’s decided never to set foot in the UK again and heads back to his hut.

Asra later notes that the cake stand is prominently displayed in his kitchen.

#the arcana #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana nadia #vlastomil #vulgora #Volta #valdemar #Valerius #the arcana lucio #the arcana muriel #the arcana portia #great british bake off #great british baking show

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hymn2000 · 5 years

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Father’s Day Pride - MCU AU mini-fic

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson AU.

Father’s Day is coming up, and Peter is stuck on what to get Tony and Loki.

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, father’s day, LGBT+ themes, over-protective Tony, (Loki is mentioned but isn’t actually in this)

Word count: 4101

You can also find me on AO3

Peter was exhausted. He’d been trawling around for hours, looking in shop after shop, venturing into parts of town he’d never been before, feeling lost and tired. Father’s day was coming up, and he was stuck. His friends hadn’t been much help at all. They all came from nuclear families, and their suggestions were; ‘anything with Number One Dad written on it’, and ‘just get them something they like’. Malaki had been especially unhelpful, because he said he never got his father anything for father’s day, and he said Peter shouldn’t bother, because what exactly did he suppose he could get for a billionaire who had everything they could possibly want already, to which Peter had poured a cup of water over his head and stalked off.

Peter stopped outside a shop. It was a bookshop, but not one he remembered seeing before. It had rainbow flags flying outside, and he could tell by the displays in the window that he was exactly the target market. It looked old, and dusty, but it looked like it was open. He paused, and then pushed the door open. The bell above the door rang as he did so. He let the door close behind him. It felt empty, like he was the only person there. The shop smelt of old books and coffee. It was a funny place, with books in higgledy-piggledy piles on tables beside shelves, and old gay posters blu-tacked to the walls. There wasn’t just books: there was gifts and nick-nacks and bits and bobs all over the place. He could hear the whirring of an industrial coffee machine coming from above him.

“Hey kid, you ok there?”

Peter jumped violently. He hadn’t noticed the older man behind the desk, watching him.

“Oh, um...”

“You look thirsty, and tired” the man said. “Stairs to the coffee shop are over there, just past the blue shelf”

“Oh, thank you”

Peter found the stairs and went up to the coffee shop, mostly because it was less awkward than trying to explain he wasn’t there for coffee, or just leaving. The upstairs coffee shop was much more modern looking and sleek, although quite interestingly decorated. There were a handful of people up there, and a couple of people behind the counter. One was an incredibly fierce looking drag queen, who waved her manicured nails at him when he appeared.

“Hey baby, you lost, sweetie?”

“No, um, I just- uh..”

She laughed at him. “What can I get you, honey?”

“Um...” Peter approached the counter, too nervous of the drag queen to focus properly on the menu. “C-can I get a cappuccino please?”

“Sure thing, honey” She nodded at her colleague, and leant against the counter while they were making the drink. “You’re tiny, aren’t you? How old are you, baby?”

“I- uh, I’m fifteen. How old are you?”

The drag queen laughed. “A lady never tells. $2.50, please”

“Oh yeah, sorry” Peter handed over the money.

“Take a seat, baby; we’ll bring it over”

Peter was grateful for the excuse to leave the counter. He took an empty table over by the window, so he could people-watch. The drag queen soon brought his drink over, and he was surprised when she sat down opposite him.

“What brings you here, baby? You’re looking tired. Fall out with the parents?”

“What?”

“Have they only just found out, is that it?”

“No! No, it’s nothing like that!” Peter said defensively. “I just kinda stumbled across this place. I’ve been out - out in town, I mean - for a while. And out in the other way as well, kinda, but, well. I- Uh. I didn’t know this place was here until just now. I’ve been looking in loads of shops today”

“Retail therapy?”

“Not really. I’m trying to find something for father’s day, but... Well, I’m a bit stuck. I can’t really do the whole generic Number One Dad mug thing, because I’ve got two dads”

“Aww baby. Tell me about them: maybe I can help”

Peter pressed his lips together.

“What’s up? Stranger danger?” she smiled a big lipsticky smile. Peter wasn’t sure if she was teasing him or not. “Most people call me Auntie. I’ve been a barista right out of high school, I work here during the day three days a week, and I work at some local bars as a performer two or three nights a week, depending on how in demand I am. I’ve been doing drag for about fifteen years now. There, now you know me, so you don’t have to be scared. So what’s your name, baby?”

“Peter”

“Peter what?”

“Peter... Parker. Parker-Stark”

Auntie’s eyes widened for a moment. “Ah, I thought you looked familiar! So you’re Tony Stark’s kid?”

Peter nodded.

“So, daddies a mechanic, and other daddy is a nurse. Shame you’re not one of them; I’d be better able to help that way”

Peter wrinkled his nose at her suggestive comment. She laughed.

“Aw baby, you can’t expect people not to have inappropriate thoughts about an ex-playboy and someone as pretty as Loki Stark”

“Ok, but you don’t have to make it known” Peter said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Auntie grinned. “Sorry, baby. So, Father’s day. What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been real basic in the past, just cards, and chocolate for daddy Loki, and coffee for other daddy”

“Oh, so it’s ‘Daddy’ is it?”

Peter felt the blood rush to his face. “What? I’m adorable! Leave me alone”

Auntie laughed, pushing his coffee closer towards him. “Have your milk, baby”

Peter scowled, but he picked up his mug and took a mouthful anyway. He looked at Auntie over the rim of his mug. She was incredibly well made up, with perfectly teased strawberry blonde hair (definitely a wig, Peter thought), bright red lipstick, and gold eye shadow. She had fierce eyeliner wings, and her tight dress showed an awful lot of fake cleavage.

“My eyes are up here, honey” Auntie said, seeing him looking at her chest.

“Sorry. How do you make it look so real?”

“They’re flesh tone silicone, and you just use make up to get it to blend in. Add in a good bra, and you’re set to go” she leant closer to him. “Thinking of getting involved?”

Peter shook his head. “It’s not my sort of thing. I- uh, I don’t think I’d be any good at it”

“I don’t know, I think you could make a cute girly drag queen. I can imagine you with a bow in your hair, winged eyeliner, bit of blusher, pink lipstick, cute little dungaree dress - worn off the shoulder, of course”

Peter giggled. “I’m not sure about that”

“Hey, dungarees are cute! I bet you could rock them even without the slap. Doesn’t have to be a dress; you could get ordinary ones. Long trousers, maybe black denim? Or light blue”

“I’ll think about it”

Auntie smiled. “So, what do we get for the Stark daddies for father’s day?”

Peter shrugged. “I’ve got no idea. I asked some friends, but they were useless. I looked at a load of Buzzfeed posts, but they’re all things for stereotypical dad’s. I don’t think mine would appreciate beer making kits and beard grooming sets”

“Really?”

“Well, daddy kinda has a very specific brand he uses, and a specific supplier, and I’ve never even seen other daddy with so much as stubble”

“Hmm. How about just being a bit basic and giving them something with a personal touch?”

“Personal how?”

“Well, there’s lots of things. Hmm. Ah, have you got your phone with you?”

Peter unlocked it and handed it over. Auntie took it, flicking to the next screen. She paused.

“Wait, before I click on your camera roll, there’s no nudes on here, is there?”

Peter blushed furiously. “No, of course not!”

“Hey, I just want to be safe” Auntie shrugged, clicking on his camera roll and flicking through some of the photos. “You’ve got some pretty cute pictures on here. I’m guessing your friends took some of these?”

Peter nodded. “Flo likes taking photos of me. She’s good at candid shots”

“How about getting one of these framed or printed onto a canvas for them?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to get them something special”

“That is special. Your parents love you, right?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“But what? Baby, they love you, and they’d love this, believe me”

Peter still wasn’t sure. “But what if they’re expecting something really cool and they open it and it’s just a picture of me?”

“I’d be happy with a framed photo from my kids for father’s day”

“You’ve got kids?!”

“Don’t sound so shocked!” Auntie laughed. “I’ve got three!”

“Wow. But aren’t you gay?”

“Aren’t you?” she shot back.

“I’m... I like both”

“So do I. But men are better” Auntie smiled at him. “I’ve got a daughter who’s a couple of years older than you, and I’ve got the twins. They’re seven”

“Oh right. Are they adopted?”

“No. My daughter is from a previous relationship, and me and the husband had the twins through IVF with a surrogate”

“Oh! So, are you dad to them, or are you mum?”

“I’m dad. The drag is just an act, baby. I’m not always this gorgeous” she winked. “I’m Auntie at work, and I’m plain old Arthur at home”

“Huh” Peter blinked. “So...”

“You’ve got some cute pictures on here. Choose one, get it printed, get it framed, put it in a nice little box or wrap it up nicely. Your parents will love it” she handed Peter his phone back. “Drink your coffee, baby. I’ll find out where the nearest place that does instant print photo’s is”

“Auntie?” Peter said when she stood up. “Thank you”

Auntie reached out and ruffled the boys hair. “No problem, honey”

Auntie gave Peter a little hug and sent him on his way the an address scribbled on a post-it note.

“Drop by again some time” she told him. Peter rather thought he would.

Peter tried to think of what kind of photo he should print as he walked to the shop Auntie had recommended. He knew he had a lot of photos on his phone, but a lot of the ones of himself were selfies. Well, Flo stole his phone a lot to take pictures of him, and they were usually pretty good. Maybe those would be better.

Once he reached the shop, he unlocked his phone, and saw that Auntie had left a photo up on the screen. Peter remembered the day it was taken. It wasn’t something that he really wanted his parents to know about.

Armed with special new waterproof cases for their phones, Flo and Peter had snuck into the swimming pool at home fully clothed. It hadn’t gone exactly according to plan. They’d thought that, because there were so many ledges and walkways with either very shallow or no water at all, they’d be able to get through to the fairy cove without getting too wet. They were wrong. They both ended up in water up to their knees very quickly. Fortunately Peter was wearing shorts, and Flo could hold her dress up and keep her clothes mostly dry. However, after they’d been in the fairy cove for a good half an hour, they’d both slipped and ended up falling into the pool and getting soaked through. Still, at least they’d managed to take some decent photos before that happened, which had been their original goal.

That was where the photo Auntie had left on the screen was from. Peter couldn’t help worrying that he’d get into trouble if his parents found out he’d gone into the pool fully-clothed, but he supposed they hadn’t actually done any harm by doing so. Besides, it was a good photo. Part of the pool could be seen in the photo, with its soft glowing lights adding a nice touch. The funny glowing lights from the little cubby holes in the fairy cove gave the photo a funny hue, mostly pink, but with a more green hue on one side. Peter could almost hear the rush of the water and the sounds of the harp-and-xylophone music as he looked at the photo. He was dressed simply, just in black denim shorts and a white tank top. He was leaning against the rocky wall, looking off over to the other side of the pool, sat with one leg straight and the other bent up, his hands wrapped round his knee. The lights were shining in his eyes, and he looked calm, and happy. Peter had been happy with this photo at the time. It had looked almost ethereal, like he was in a different world entirely.

Peter plugged his phone into the photo machine, and brought that photo up on the screen, having a proper look at it. It still looked good on a decent sized screen. He wasn’t sure what size to get, and he hadn’t decided if he was going to get a canvas or just a print to frame, but he was glad of the self serve photo machine, as it meant he could take his time - and he didn’t have to try to talk to anyone. Eventually he chose the 8x12 print, deciding it was better to get something that would be ready almost instantly, rather than have to hang about waiting for a canvas. He slipped the print into the paper wallet provided, unplugged his phone, and stepped aside.

Mercifully, the shop also sold frames. After a lot of looking around and thinking, Peter purchased a thick black glittery frame, deciding it would offset the picture well. He wasn’t sure where he’d find a box to fit it, but he was sure he’d passed a card shop before getting here, and they’d certainly have some appropriate wrapping paper. He just had to do that, maybe revert to type and also buy chocolates for Loki and artisan coffee for Tony, and then that would be father’s day sorted.

Peter’s phone rang. Peter slipped his shopping bag onto his wrist, and took his phone out of his pocket to answer it.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing in the dodgy end of town, young man?”

“Dad? Um-”

“I’m coming to pick you up right now. Go down to the Starbucks on the corner and stay there until I arrive” Tony said.

“Wait, are you tracking my location?!”

“Yes. Well, technically, FRIDAY is. Now do as you’re told. I’ll be there in three minutes”

Tony hung up. Peter sighed, and walked the few steps to the Starbucks, leaning against the wall. Tony’s car soon came into view, the window winding down as it stopped at the side of the road.

“Get in”

Peter did as he was told. He put his bag in the foot-well, careful not to reveal its contents. Tony drove off again as soon as Peter had put his belt on.

“Do you not pay attention to the news? Three kids around your age were stabbed here just two weeks ago, and that girl was kidnapped. You had no business coming anywhere near here. What on Earth did you think you were doing?”

“Dad, I wasn’t in any danger! And anyway, even if I was, it’s not like I’m just any other kid. I’m Spiderman!”

“Yes, but before that, you’re Peter Parker-Stark: my son. And I don’t want you anywhere where you can get into trouble, especially unprepared. You might be a good little neighbourhood Spiderboy, but how do you think you’d fare if the same thing happened to you as happened to that poor girl? You know they stuck her in the neck with a needle to knock her out before they took her? You know, you might whine about me keeping tabs on you, but if that girl hadn’t had that tracking app on her phone and Fitbit, they might not have found her”

“Dad, please, for Gods sake! You sound like Doctor Shefska on daddy’s ward, spouting scare stories like that”

“Hey, don’t you dare get cheeky with me!” Tony snapped, slapping the boys leg sharply. “I’ve told you time and time again not to go any further than the big library by the arch when you’re alone, and you disobeyed me anyway. This isn’t the first time you’ve done it, either. You’re on your final warning, young man. Go any further than the library again, and you’ll be grounded for a month - and that includes patrols”

“What?! Dad! Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

“Uh, you and that attitude are going to earn you a spanking, Mister” Tony said. “Stop being cheeky and trying to downplay this. You know I worry about you, and you know I give you boundaries for you own good; for your own safety. When FRIDAY alerted me to where you were, the first thing that went through my head was; ‘oh god what if he’s hurt?’, and considering recent events, it was a very real possibility. You’re not indestructible”

Peter sighed. “I know”

“What were you doing around there anyway?”

Peter shrugged. “Just walking, I guess”

“That’s not a good enough excuse” Tony shook his head, sighing. “Like I said; you’re on your last warning. We’ll just leave it at that for now... Did you talk to any strangers?”

“Dad, I’ve got selective mutism, remember?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t always apply with customer service staff, and we both know that strange little quirk”

Peter just raised an eyebrow at him and stayed quiet.

“What’s in your bag?”

“None of your business”

“Peter! How many times do I have to tell you not to be so cheeky?!”

“Sorry...”

“What is it, then? Is it something naughty? Is it drugs?”

“What?! No! Of course it’s not drugs! What do you take me for?!”

“Your defensiveness isn’t exactly reassuring”

“Look, I’m not an idiot: I wouldn’t take anything illegal or harmful. I was against it all even before Macy showed me Trainspotting and scarred me for life”

“Hm, I’m still not happy about that” Tony grumbled. “That girl’s a right little madam. How did she manage to get hold of it, anyway? It’s an 18!”

“She’s said her cousin sent it to her”

“I see. Must run in the family, then. You never should’ve watched it, even if you weren’t poorly”

Peter scowled at him. “Is that why you treat me like a baby all the time?”

“I’ve treated you like a baby for way longer than you’ve been ill for” Tony said. “I treat you like a baby because you are a baby, as much as you like to think otherwise”

Peter rolled his eyes, and looked out of the window.

Tony sighed again. “Let’s just get you home. Your father is gonna get home before us at this rate”

“He was at the hospital today?”

“Yeah, last minute meeting of some sort. Whatever”

“Are you gonna tell him about today?”

Tony went quiet for a moment. “Not this time. Let’s keep it between us. Just this once”

As per Tony’s prediction, Loki got home first. He wasn’t in a good mood. Ordinarily, Peter would have minded, but today it meant he could escape and sort the father’s day presents uninterrupted while his parents were talking. He was as careful and neat as possible while he wrapped up the coffee and chocolates. He put the print of himself in the frame, making sure it was lined up properly, and took extra care wrapping it, fixing a ribbon diagonally over the bottom right corner. He still wasn’t entirely sure about gifting a photo of himself, but he supposed he’d just have to wait and see if Auntie’s judgement had been trustworthy or not. He hoped it would pay off.

A few days after Father’s day, Peter broke the rules again and ventured back into the bad area of town. He found the gay bookshop again, and pushed the door open. He knew there would be someone behind the counter this time, so he didn’t jump when they spoke.

“Hey kid”

“Hey...” Peter swallowed hard, and approached the counter. “Is- is Auntie working today?”

“Yeah, head on up: she should be on the counter”

Peter nodded his thanks, passed by the blue bookshelf, and went upstairs. He found he was pleased to see Auntie. She looked different today. She had the same hair, but she had black lipstick and smokey eye shadow, and she was wearing a tight low-cut jumper and leather skirt. She was serving a table when he walked in, so Peter could see her killer stiletto boots too.

“Hey, it’s baby Stark!” she said when she spotted him, and gave him a hug.

Peter was surprised, but hugged her back. She smelt good; of powder and expensive perfume. She held him at arms length.

“Have you come back just to see old Auntie, baby?”

Peter nodded. “Kind of. I can’t stay long though; I’ll get into awful trouble if dad finds out I’m here”

“Oh, is that so?” she said, putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s not what you think! He just worries about me being in this part of town”

“Well, I can’t blame him” she said, and sat down at a nearby table. “Come here, honey”

Peter sat down beside her, and Auntie pulled his chair closer.

“How did father’s day go?”

“Oh! You remembered!”

Auntie smiled. “Of course. I asked you to come back, remember?”

Peter nodded. “Yep! And I nodded, didn’t I?”

“I was hoping to see you tarted up. Have you tried out dungarees yet?”

Peter giggled. “Not yet. No, I dropped by, just to say thank you again. You were right; they loved the photo. I used the one you left up on my phone”

“Show me again?”

Peter got out his phone and showed her the photo. She nodded.

“Good, I chose well! I knew they’d like it. I’m never wrong, you know”

“I know now” Peter smiled. “I got a nice frame for it, all black glitter. They moved some stuff around and put it in the centre of the mantelpiece in the main living room. I’m was kinda nervous giving it to them, so it’s good it’s appreciated, y’know?”

“I told you it’d go down well, honey. It’s a cool photo” Auntie said. “Can I get you a coffee?”

“Well... I’d really better not. I’ll try to come back for longer some other time, but I can’t really today”

“Aw honey, you’re a bit of a daddy’s boy, aren’t you? Don’t try to deny it; even the tabloid photos are proof enough” she took his hand and kissed it. “Look up the shop on Instagram when you get home. You can find my page through it, and maybe I’ll end up doing a gig near you some time, and you can come along”

“Ok, but I’m too young for clubs”

“But you’re not too young for cafe-bars. Get your parents to go along. Maybe Mr Playboy will let you hang about the bookshop if he knows old Auntie is here to keep an eye on you”

Peter smiled nervously. “I don’t know about that. I’ll give it a go anyway. I- well, aside from obviously being in a big gay household, I don’t really get to talk to many other people like me, and it’s kinda nice doing that”

“Honey, you enter a whole other world when you find more people like you. You’re young, and most people have to wait until they can go to gay clubs. You’re lucky to have places like this about. You’ll meet people if you go to them. You know it’s healthy to do so”

Peter nodded. “I know. Maybe I’ll guilt trip daddy that way”

Auntie laughed. “You’re a caution, baby”

Peter’s phone started ringing before he could reply.

“Is that daddy-Playboy?”

Peter looked at his phone, and nodded. He answered the call.

“I know where you are!” Tony said. “Don’t you dare leave that shop; I’ll be there to get you in five minutes. You are so totally grounded!”

Peter grimaced, glancing at Auntie. “I’ll stay put”

“You’d better! We’re gonna have a falling out one of these days, young man! See you in a minute”

“See you in a minute”

Peter ended the call, and sighed heavily. Auntie squeezed his shoulder.

“Don’t go looking so worried, baby” she said. “I’ll talk him round the moment he arrives”

Peter couldn’t help but grin. Maybe this fierce drag queen could mellow out his over-protective father. He certainly hoped so.

#my writing #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #irondad and spiderson #this is longer than I expected but whatever #father's day

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