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absentmindedadmirer · 11 months

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>×> I loved your headcanons for the 3-A so I wanted to know if you had any for the 3-B as well

If we're being honest- then no!! I did not have any on hand at the time of ask. However, I did let my brain go ballistic at 3AM again so... here we go again.

CLASS 3-B HEADCANONS

General Headcanons:

Nazuna is so damn done with these people (except Kuro and possibly Tsumugi).

Kanata likes patting Nazuna on the head while talking to him. Nazuna noisily complains it but if Kanata ever stopped, Nazuna would find it pretty weird.

Tsumugi likes to sit down and sew with Kuro sometimes. Wataru often interrupts such sessions by claiming that he can also make scarves and proceeds to pull out a neverending chain of them out of his sleeves.

Once when Nazuna bit his tongue, Leo had concluded that he was a space invader and threw a pencil at him.

Nazuna likes sending "Get Well" cards with cute stickers and doodles whenever one of his (when they were his current and still when they are his former) classmates are sick.

Kanata likes to take naps on peoples' shoulders, usually Rei or Wataru, but he has slept on everyone in 3-B various times.

Leo often comes up with script ideas and askes Wataru to visualise them for him. It mostly ends up dragging everyone else into it.

Kanata likes hearing peoples' voices in conversations (Rei probably has his favourite voice, by tone) so he closes his eyes while he listens to them and then doesn't end up responding because he fell asleep.

Kuro holds leo underneath the arms like a rabid animal to stop him from causing havoc.

Nazuna has had a hyperfixation on flower language after trying to decipher the message Wataru would send when he kept on giving people different coloured flowers [There was no reason, Wataru just likes those flowers at the time]

Tsumugi likes sending out cards after important events for each classmate. They're usually something from a cornerstore like a card with a puppy on it saying "I'm PAW-SITIVELY proud of you!"

Nazuna likes buying stationery on impulse but he hates when Leo finds out because then he begs to use it and it always ends up with glitter, marker, and stickers on the floors, walls, and both of their faces.

Rei likes to use a "secret language" with Wataru and Kanata so that he emphasised certain words and is very cryptic in speech. Nazuna just looks at him in confusion, Tsumugi and Kuro don't pay it any mind, and Leo asks if he's an alien. Wataru and Kanata don't actually know what it means either, they just like playing along.

Leo jumped into the ocean after seeing Kanata walk in with his clothes on. He immediately found an unidentified creature and wrestled with it, it omitting his vision, until Kanata peeled the octopus off his face.

! era:

Leo has called Kuro mother before. It was probably after something simple as Kuro chiding him for drawing on the desks on the rare occasions Leo did show up, but nobody's letting Kuro live it down.

Rei now calls him mother to tease him, as well as Leo who now frequently does it. Kanata does it with no malice whatsoever but because he thinks it's fun. He just playfully goes, "ok, 'mother'" whenever Kuro says something to him. Tsumugi tries to console Kuro on the fact but ends up accidentally calling him mother anyways. Nazuna wants to tease Kuro but he simply can't bring himself to call Kuro mother. Wataru, on the second Sunday of May, showers Kuro in bouquets as he walks into the classroom, wishing him very loudly a "Happy Mother's Day!! "

Leo was really interested in Rei's vampirism and spent a whole week trying to act like him. Eventually, he tried to sleep upside down like a bat [Despite Rei telling him that he, in fact, does not do that.] and Nazuna walks into the classroom that day with Leo falling on top of him from the ceiling.

Kuro, after some persuasion from Nazuna, embroiders and customises different types of fabric for his classmates.

He gifts Nazuna a little hankerchief with detailings of bunnies. He makes a towel for Kanata customised with various sea creatures on the edges. (Kanata barely remembers to use it, his hair always dripping wet anyways) He gifts Rei a pillow to place into his coffin because he assumes that it couldn't possibly be that comfortable in that thing. It's victorian styled (because he asked Shu for an idea) with little bats on the sides. Tsumugi gets a blanket in a clean geometric pattern. Wataru gets a cape with doves embroidered on the sides and it's very flowy. He showingly whirls it around and uses it in some of his performances. Leo got a scarf, but in the process of making, Leo kept demanding that it would be longer and longer. Kuro argued that if it reached his feet, Leo would trup over it, but Leo would keep on insisting so kuro would shake his head as he continued stitching. Leo did indeed trip on his face when he ran outside the first time he wore it.

Leo once shot an arrow into the classroom and used the rope attached to it to slide in through the window from the tree that he just happened to climb that morning, scaring the shit out of Tsumugi who was already in the classroom.

They held a puppet show in their classroom for funsies!!!

Leo had tought of it and ended up manifesting a script out of nowhere. Wataru looks it over and encourages everyone to participate to bring the vision to life. Tsumugi helped with the stage and Kuro made the puppets. Rei said that he was doing important work by supporting them (which just meant he wanted to watch it and do nothing) Kanata didn't know what everyone was doing but he likes putting the puppets in his hand and wiggling them around. Nazuna becomes the second unpaid actor forcibly. After the rehearsal, they do, in fact, force 3-A to watch it.

Nazuna likes to doodle on his notes when he gets bored, and Tsumugi when he notices, made Nazuna little charms that resembled his doodles and gifted to him.

Tsumugi did not find the need to mention his birthday, but when everyone pried, the class found out and Wataru pulled out party supplies, streamers, and balloons out of a hat he just flourished out of nowhere and strings them across the classroom so they can celebrate.

Wataru likes to enter the classroom in various different ways.

Once he jumped out of jack-in-the box set in the middle of the room and knocked Nazuna on his ass.

Tsumugi keeps a first aid kit on hand in case his luck acts up again, but he ends up lending it to Kuro a lot of the time, when he pricks his hand on a needle working with them in class again.

Nazuna forced Kuro to sit in the front with him because he was too short to see from the back and did not want to be alone.

Rei simply suggests that they stack books on a chair for him to sit on and Nazuna scowls (Rei doesn't even go to class!!)

Rei, in an attempt to outdo Eichi's 3-A field trips, suggests places for the group to go to, but ends up dying when it comes to actual event because he's in broad daylight.

Wataru likes to hold scavenger hunts throughout the school by leaving clues and leading everyone along. Nazuna ends up being the most invested.

Nazuna wanted to paint his nails in a cute style when he saw nail decals in a store window. He attempted to get Kuro to do it for him, but Wataru insisted he do it instead when he found out. It turns out surprisingly well, and Nazuna hesitatingly asks him to do more.

Kuro refuses to get his nails painted in any colour but black and runs away when Wataru points a glitter coat bottle at him.

Leo once asked Nazuna if he could be in charge of one of the broadcastings. Nazuna relented and that morning everyone could see Leo messily vlogging his day.

Like, "I climbed a TREE this morning, guys!! And thennnnnn I had a bagel--"

Tsumugi likes holding little trivia games in the classroom when they're all present (rare! also they don't do actual classwork I refuse to believe)

Kuro wins all the time. Tsumugi is the host but when he taps in, he only gets a close second surprisingly. Wataru, Rei, and Kanata always fail the pop culture sections. Leo answers the same thing to every single question and gets frustrated when Tsumugi shakes his head and tells him that's not the answer.

!! era:

Rei keeps on asking Nazuna how his phone works and Nazuna feels like he's talking to his grandpa.

Wataru still likes leaving cryptic notes in his old classmates' belongings and encourages them to finish the quest.

Kuro complains about being too old to do scavenger hunts anymore but still plays along. Nazuna doesn't want to show he's invested but curiosity gets the better of him.

Tsumugi somehow flounders and Rei and Kanata are the first ones at the end of the quest where Wataru holds a party. Wataru has to guide Leo specifically so the guy doesn't get lost.

Nazuna formed the groupchat when he was sitting in college, bored. He often gets frustrated when he doesn't get a response in the next 0.001 seconds.

Tsumugi usually responds first and Kuro follows with them asking how Nazuna's day was. Wataru likes entering the chat with a bunch of sparkle emojis. Rei misspells things frequently and accidentally sends random gifs. Leo just likes sending random voice and text messages about what he sees in his day, ignoring any logical progression in the chat.

Leo usually contacts Wataru when he wants to do some cool (vandalism) pieces on the walls of ES for the sake of art (and mostly so Eichi would be less mad).

Kanata asked Nazuna to puka puka with him in the pond. Nazuna didn't feel like saying now so now he spends the rest of the afternoon getting algae out of his shorts.

Rei likes to collapse on the floor during little meet-ups they'd have in a cafe or similar space for attention. Nobody really seems bothered by it and he usually cries out that the kids of this generation have no heart.

Nazuna once accidentally smacked Tsumugi with a door. He profusely apologised but became more erratic when Tsumugi simply responded that he was used to it.

Kuro has the same instincts to call his old classmates out on thing (like a mother hen-)

He sees Leo run around and wants to grab him by the scruff of the neck. He sees Nazuna biting his nails, he wants to swat it. He sees the Oddballs goofing around he wants to comment.

Kanata takes everyone on a trip to the aquarium.

Leo likes pressing his face against the glass. Nazuna keeps on pointing to cute fish that he sees while Tsumugi talks about little facts about them as Kuro listens. Rei fell asleep so Wataru drags them across the floor by the shoulder, loudly exclaiming at all the fish.

Nazuna wanted to get matching bunny keychains and decals for his phone with Kuro but Rei heard it and begged to be included. Nazuna didn't think he'd still have it but when Rei pulls out his phone in Rhythm Link meetings and Nazuna sees the bunnies, he gets psyche damage.

Aahhh. This class is interesting. In the way that none of them show up to classes and their interactions would be. stagnated somewhat. But I like them, they're eepy.

Thankies for the ask!! I love asks, they make me think more than I ever have in school- More Enstars Headcanons: Class 3-A Headcanons || Marine Bio Headcanons

#enstars #enstars headcanons #headcanons #rei sakuma #leo tsukinaga #tsumugi aoba #wataru hibiki #kanata shinkai #kuro kiryu #nito nazuna #sketchie's fandom archives #my brain is so active in the middle of the night i hate that it never works in the day #these were fun to think about tho #another long post!! sorry!!!

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Congrats!

I'm only tiny, like 4'11 tiny (with a curvy build) with long brown hair, bluish grey eyes and glasses because my vision is awful ✌🏻I have quite a few freckles in the summer time as well. I'm also straight and I use she/her pronouns :)

I am quite shy and reserved when you first meet me but around the people I know and love I'm a bit of a loudmouth and people tend to say I'm quite funny. I'm also creative (my dream job is to be a writer), I love to help people and I'm told I'm extremely kind. I'm basically like the mum of the group and I love buying people gifts and making them happy.

I adore horror movies, I always seem to be drawn more towards villains, some of my favourite movies include the lost boys, 28 days later, red eye and event horizon. I love reading, mainly horrors and thrillers and I also have a big interest in practical effects, tom savini is my favourite person in the whole world.

For fandoms, could it either be scream, IT or if you fancy, even lost boys. Love you!

Thanks for the details! It helps me know exactly who to put you with. Sorry about the wait! I'm doing this now that I have internet again. Also, 28 days later is perfection You have great taste.

Henry Bowers. He's known by his fellow seniors and the rest of the high school and conjoined middle school as the leading bully, along with the infamous Bowers Gang. He's scary and intimidating and awful and everything negative you could ever think of. So it shocked him when someone - you, to be exact - took his attention.

When you first walked into the school as a new student, his breath was taken. And it was for the normal reasons. You were short, so you'd be easy to push around. You were attractive, and pretty girls always needed to be knocked down a peg. You looked shy, so you'd be easy to scare. You looked... well, you get the idea.

And just like the rest of his friends, who had the same idea in mind, a few days later, Henry and his pals gave you a rude awakening to how awful the school was by shoving you into the locker and trying to intimidate you.

And it worked. Well, partially. When you looked like you were on the verge of tears, Henry felt guilty. And he never felt guilty. Before he could digest his feelings, though, you'd already ran off to your morning classes. The other boys were more than glad to spook you, but Henry wasn't satisfied.

Henry noticed that you and him shared classes. You were both seniors, so it made sense. And somehow, he kept staring at you. The way you doodled and wrote incoherently in your notebook to the way you exchanged notes with your friends and looked so sweet. Henry wanted to deny it, but deep down, he knew he had a crush on you.

And that only made him hate you. He hated that each time his friends gave you a hard time, he didn't want them to. When he himself bothered you, he ended up stuttering and making a fool of himself. And that made him hate himself more.

His friend would constantly tease him. The Henry Bowers was going soft for a girl he hadn't had a real, coherent conversation with. And it wasn't just the Gang that noticed. Everyone else did, too. Especially Greta, who didn't like it.

Greta liked the Bowers Gang. Well, "liked" as in desperately wished that she was you and wasn't being damn bothered by the school' sexiest bullies. So, she didn't what she did best. She gossiped and bullied you.

One day you were at your locker, getting your stuff for your next class, Greta and her entourage cam sauntering up to you. They immediately started picking at your appearance and your ditziness and your... niceness? It honestly takes talent to be that convincing that being a good person was bad.

You'd learned to stand your ground a bit, but you could hardly expect what was coming when Her friends pushed you up to the locker and poured something over your head. Something brown and liquid and... muddy? Yeah, it was mud.

As in shock as you were, especially with the crowd that had formed, you were even more taken aback when Greta was violently torn away by her scalp by none other than Henry Bowers. The man who's friends and himself had been somewhat tormenting you since your arrival.

Henry threw her into another locker while screams - mostly from Greta herself - echoed the hallway. Henry looked absolutely pissed, and you pitied the girl that just covered you head to toe in wet dirt. However, before he could go any further, and by god he was going to, a teacher intervened and everyone was sent to the principal's office.

You didn't see what went down because you were but a victim of the situation, but you could only hope Henry wasn't the only one with a suspension.

The next few days, you didn't see Henry, but you sure did hear the whispers of a budding romance and feel the eyes of his friends glued to your bodice. But it was more so the calm before the storm, because both Greta and Henry inevitably returned to school.

The morning of, he stalked up to your locker, looking oddly nervous but also incredibly angry. In his hand, he had a crumpled dandelion. For some reason, the thought that he had a crush on you scared you twice as much than him picking on you, so you were stiff as he approached.

He tends to stutter as he greets you. And he greets you normally. You may not have been born and raised, but you knew enough from the time you've been in town to know that Henry was peak confidence and intimidation.

You engage in attempted polite small talk as he shoves the flower at you, but it's still so weird. You brush it off, despite him making it plain and clear that he had a crush on you. But that wasn't all. He started sitting next to you, despite your classmates' distaste, and he talked as much as he could. Even his friends were caught off guard by his abrupt behavior changes.

But not everything that changed about it was known to the public eye. Henry had a lot of free time, so he knew damn well where your house was. He knew damn well what you liked and dislike from stealing your books and your various short stories. Without knowing it, he shaped his personality and opinions to something that you'd like.

Life carries on, despite Henry Bowers' odd behaviors. But it became clear that your lack of returning his feelings made him more and more tense. Henry was baffled. He, the Henry Bowers, was treating you perfect, and yet you weren't groveling at his feet like he did yours. He didn't like it. and as the days passed and no results were yielded, he grew surprisingly anxious.

So, he did what he had to. He used some stolen cash to buys some expensive chocolates - expensive meaning about six dollars - and that Friday after school, he stopped you on your way to the library with the gift in hands. He confessed, although it was rather restrained since he'd never heard nor told someone he loved them and he wasn't doing that for you before you gave him the answer he wanted.

You were taken aback. You :

Accept : Henry didn't show it, but he was over the moon. Never had anyone reciprocated his feelings nor cared in the slightest. Even his friends were shallow. But you, you were always kind to everyone, even if that made you a pushover. And now.... it was like a dream came true.

Now that you two were actually in the relationship, he was clingy and possessive. He incorporated you into the gang rather forcefully, and everyone knew to leave you alone. That meant you became rather isolated, but that was fine because you had a boyfriend who never left you alone. He even left a good impression on the parents.

There were red flags, but what relationship was perfect? Of course, he never opened up about his former habits of following you. But he made up for his hidden faults by being kind to you and only you. Well, 'kind' as in treating you like a human being, because he sure as hell wasn't planning on changing his ways for anyone else.

Turn him down : Henry is beyond pissed. To the point where he grows violent. Maybe not immediately when turned down, but when you return to school the following week, he's determined to make it living hell for you until you changed your mind. He left gross items in your locker. His friends picked on you constantly. He even slammed and pushed you into lockers a few times.

It's stressful. You even convince your parents to take severals days of school ever week just to avoid Henry. But, when you still hadn't changed your mind, he gets more hands-on. He visits you at your house at night. He breaks into your room via climbing through your window, and because of his father's status as a chief officer, you have no choice but to endure it.

He's sure that the more he torments you, he'll change your mind. He'll be plenty nice to you then; but until you accept his feelings, he won't let you go.

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thevoidfishsminstrel · 3 years

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Lena let out an undignified squeak as she grabbed hold of the bookshelf beside her in an effort to not land on her face.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Lena turned, wiggling her foot back into her heels properly, before freezing, eyes widening at the caped figure now scrambling to her feet.

An array of books and magazines were spread out on the floor, presumably the culprit of her latest near death experience. It was as though National City’s newly revealed superhero had been sitting in between the bookshelves on the library floor… studying?

Lena clutched the cheesy romance novel she had been too busy reading to her chest as Supergirl looked at her in concern.

“Miss?”

Lena’s brain finally restarted and she cleared her throat, straightening her blazer. “Yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Supergirl was wringing the edge of her cape in her fingers, looking far too nervous for someone who was suspected to be the strongest being on Earth by several sapphic blogs that Lena most definitely did not read.

“I’m fine.” She reached out to put a hand on Supergirl’s forearm in an impulse comfort gesture. “I promise.”

Supergirl seemed to relax slightly, some of the tension seeping from her shoulders. She held out a hand. “I’m Kara.”

Any tension that had left her immediately returned tenfold, eyes widening in panic as she froze.

Lena bit back a smile and took Kara’s hand, shaking it despite Kara’s lack of movement. “Lena. And don’t worry - your secret’s safe with me.”

Kara deflated, running a hand through her hair. “Alex is going to kill me.”

Lena laughed and patted Kara’s bicep (definitely the strongest being on Earth). “Maybe you should stop saying names now.”

Kara grimaced. “Oops.” She looked like she was about to say something else but stopped and looked at Lena again. “Wait… are you Lena Luthor?”

Lena straightened up, careful mask falling into place to try to hide the way her heart sped up and her throat constricted. “Yes.”

But before she could launch into her speech about how she was different from the rest of her family and only wanted to help, Kara lit up, crouching down to shuffle through her piles of literature until she came up with an issue of a science magazine from a few years ago.

“I just read your article about sustainable building and how we can introduce cost-effective eco-friendly measures to construction to reduce the damage done to the environment and promote a symbiotic relationship with nature.”

Lena blinked.

Kara almost poked herself in the eye before redirecting the movement to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I just thought it was really interesting. You’re probably tired of people asking you about your work.”

Lena’s eyebrows rose. “No I… I don’t mind.”

Kara smiled and Lena found her heart racing for an entirely different reason. She redirected her attention to the books scattered on the floor.

“So what’s National City’s resident superhero doing studying civil engineering, first aid and… veterinary science on the floor of the library?”

Kara blushed and knelt down to start scooping up all her things. “Sorry - I know I should have been at a desk I just got carried away.”

The pile of books was up to Kara’s eyebrows when she stood up and Lena laughed, taking the top third of them from her. “And I shouldn’t have been reading and walking. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Supergirl shrugged, toeing at the worn carpet with her red boots. “I’m new at the whole superhero thing. I don’t know where to freeze breath a building to hold it up or how to save someone who’s got water in their lungs from almost drowning. The other day I rescued a snake from a tree and tried to wrap it up in my cape to keep it warm and the owner told me ‘thanks, but reptiles are cold-blooded so they don’t warm up like that.’” She pouted at Lena. “The owner was a ten year old.”

Lena bit back a smile. “So you’re trying to learn how to be a better superhero?”

She shrugged and bit her lip. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

Lena considered her for a moment. “You know, I happen to have degrees in a few different kinds of engineering. And I made everyone at L-corp, including myself, take a first aid course when I took over.”

Kara looked as though she was trying to contain her hopeful expression. It wasn’t working very well, although that probably wasn’t surprising since her motto was ‘hope, help, and compassion for all.’

Kara bounced on her toes excitedly. “Would you help?”

Lena grinned and gestured to the left with her head. “Come on, I know which desk is the best in the library.”

———

It became somewhat of a routine after that. Every Saturday, Lena would go to the library as normal, pick out a new cheesy romance novel for the week and some kind of thick science book to hide it underneath, and then meet Supergirl in the back corner of the library, at the desk hidden behind the spare computers from the 90s where no one would find them.

Kara would normally already be there, pouring over texts and making notes in coloured pens and highlighters. Lena had bought her a rainbow of folders and dividers for each of the aspects of superheroing she was trying to improve in, and they had spent one very unproductive but fun day labelling and decorating them. They were now covered in random doodles, squiggly multicoloured patterns, and stickers that Kara had found in a rotating rack by the front desk, immediately claiming were essential for her learning.

During the week, Lena would keep an eye on any news of Supergirl, getting some strange looks from Jess when she walked into her office to see Lena cheering as Kara did something they’d worked on together. At the weekend she would listen to Kara excitedly retell those same events until the librarian came over to shush them. She seemed to be the only person in National city that wasn’t completely charmed by Supergirl, and it always led to half an hour of Kara pouting and asking Lena why the librarian didn’t like her.

It was a few weeks before Lena got there first. She frowned, checking the surrounding isles of books for any caped figures but they were all empty as usual.

She sat at their desk and opened up the book she had randomly grabbed off a shelf, putting her latest romance novel inside it to covertly read. It was called ‘Lost and Found: A Love Story’, the back of it claiming it was about a woman who ‘drops her scarf at a train station but ends up finding something much more meaningful in the woman she bumps into at the lost and found.’ It was exactly as awful as it sounded.

Kara bounded up to the table about 20 minutes later, a coffee cup in each hand and a satchel slung over her shoulder that made her cape bunch up awkwardly. She beamed at Lena and set a coffee down in front of her.

“Guess what I just did.”

Lena slammed the books shut inside each other, scrambling to put her arms over them and rest her chin in her hand casually. “What?”

Kara either didn’t notice or didn’t care, rounding the desk and putting her bag down on it with a grin. “I laservisioned the supports of a broken crane back together using some metal from a billboard and now it’s totally fine for use again.”

Lena’s eyebrows rose. “What happened to the crane in the first place?”

Kara’s cheeks heated and she looked away, rubbing the back of her neck as she mumbled, “I may have flown into it a little bit.”

She scowled at Lena as Lena started laughing but it was undermined by the way her lips tugged up.

“Oh!” Kara lit up and started rifling through her bag. “I brought you this.”

She held out a book with a bright smile. Lena’s eyes widened as she looked down at the cover of what was very clearly another cheesy romance.

“It’s my favourite love story. It’s a bit like the one you’re reading at the moment but better, in my opinion. I thought you might like it.”

“What?” Lena scoffed. “I wasn’t reading a romance. I was reading…” she glanced over to check what book she had picked up, internally filling with regret as she read the title, but she had already committed to the facade. “The rhyming dictionary.”

Kara was very clearly trying not to laugh. “Ok. Well I’ll just leave this one here. And in case you didn’t know,” she leaned closer to Lena’s ear as she climbed into her seat, and whispered, “I have x-ray vision.”

Lena blushed, refusing to look at Kara’s smug grin. She cleared her throat and moved her books off to the side, along with the one Kara had put down, as casually as possible, and attempted to change the subject.

“So you remembered about weight distribution in support structures?”

Kara paused in taking folders and notes out her bag to turn to Lena excitedly, rambling on about her save, gesturing wildly with her hands.

Lena picked up her coffee as she listened with a soft smile, absentmindedly taking a sip.

She frowned down at the cup. “Is this my usual?”

Kara paused in her rambling. “Yeah. Does it not taste right?”

Lena shook her head, staring back down at her perfect coffee, cheeks heating at the heart drawn in latte art that Kara probably didn’t even have anything to do with. “No I just… I didn’t know you knew my order.”

Kara grinned, raising an eyebrow (Lena should never have taught her how to do that). “Perhaps you’re not as elusive as you think, Lena Luthor.”

———

Lena arrived at the library one Saturday to find Supergirl staring at the front doors like she might set light to them any moment.

“What’s wrong Supergirl? Lose a fight with a door handle?”

Kara turned to her with a pout, pointing at a sign hanging on the other side of the glass. It read ‘Library closed until 23rd due to water damage. Apologies for the inconvenience.’

Lena sighed.

“Where am I going to get my books for this week, Lena? I’m never going to understand civil engineering without them.”

Lena bit the inside of her cheek, the rational part of her brain at war with the part that was helpless to the superhero’s pout. It had to be one of her superpowers because Lena would never admit she was actually soft.

She tore her gaze away, trying to seem casual. “I actually have some engineering textbooks at my apartment. I guess you could borrow them if you wanted.”

Lena squeaked as Supergirl crushed her in a bear hug, lifting her a few inches off the ground. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Lena laughed, trying to turn it inconspicuously into a cough when a passerby gave a slightly shocked and confused look at the sight of a Luthor and a Super laughing on the library steps. Kara dropped her back to her feet, stepping back with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I got excited.”

Lena shook her head with a smile. She turned to go but as she went to gesture for Kara to follow, her hand caught against Kara’s. Her brain misfired and decided in the split second where her index finger hooked onto Kara’s pinkie that the best course of action was to commit to it and simply hold hands. In an attempt to make it seem less affectionate and more practical, she walked off quickly, dragging Kara along in the direction of her apartment.

She could feel Kara’s smile like rays of sun behind her. At least her hair was down to cover up the heat that was creeping up the back of her neck.

Her apartment was only a few minutes from the library. She had to slap Kara’s hand away from the elevator buttons before she pressed them all, marveling at how many floors there were.

“So this is where you live?” Kara looked around the hallway, panicking when she snapped a leaf off of a decorative plant, while Lena unlocked the penthouse door.

Lena pretended not to see her discreetly dropping the leaf into the plant pot but raised an eyebrow at her. “No, Supergirl. I just decided we should come and stare at this random person’s door.”

Kara ignored her, walking past into her apartment and looking down at the city below through the large floor to ceiling windows. “Nice view. I should take you flying sometime - it’s even better from up in the clouds, especially at night.”

Lena closed the front door, trying not to think about romantic flights and being cradled in strong arms. “I’ll go get the textbooks.”

She moved towards her home office, Kara trailing behind in interest. The engineering textbooks were over in the left corner and she scanned the alphabetised section for the ones she wanted.

Kara ran her fingers over the spines of books until Lena was done. She smirked at Lena, letting her hand trail teasingly down the bookshelf before she left. Lena blushed as she realised why. Kara had found her fiction section, over half the books in which were very clearly a certain genre.

Lena groaned and followed her out.

They spent the entire afternoon on the floor around Lena’s coffee table, going through the textbooks, laughing over Kara’s constant puns, and eating the seemingly endless supply of snacks Kara produced from her bag. It wasn’t until the sun had started to set that Lena realised how long they’d spent simply telling jokes and stories.

It was alarmingly easy to just be around Kara. Strangely, Lena didn’t think she minded.

———

Lena frowned as someone knocked on her door. It was a Saturday morning and she was just about to leave to meet Supergirl at the library.

She only grew more confused as she opened the door to see a fluffy white cloud panting happily at her and squirming in her direction. A head poked out from behind it, looking just as happy.

“Lena, hi! Sorry to just turn up but the mean librarian lady threw me out because apparently you aren’t allowed to play fetch in the library.”

Lena stared at the woman currently holding a large puppy in front of her, familiar blonde curls pinned back and glasses slipping down her nose. “…Kara?”

Kara blinked at her for a moment before she seemed to realise. “Oh! Right. Sorry - this is what I look like normally. When I’m not being Supergirl I mean. Alex said I wasn’t allowed to wear the suit all the time because it had to be washed.”

Lena nodded slowly, trying to reconcile the image of this Kara with Supergirl and to not think too hard about the implications of Kara being comfortable enough around her to show her her civilian identity. “Right. Why do you have a dog?”

Kara lit up. “I saved an animal shelter from a fire and they let me adopt this guy. Isn’t he adorable?”

Lena looked at the matching faces of excitement. “Very cute. But why is he here?”

Kara shrugged. “Well I couldn’t leave him after I’d just adopted him so I thought he could join us for our study session?”

Lena crossed her arms and Kara pouted. It was somewhat undermined by the puppy licking her face and making her giggle but Lena was still helpless to resist.

“Ok but he better not mess up any of my stuff.”

“Yes!” Kara grinned, wiggling the puppy excitedly, his ears flopping about.

Kara kissed her cheek on her way into the apartment and Lena’s heart skipped a beat. The puppy licked her in an attempt to join in but even that didn’t stop the way her heart raced.

They settled on the couch, facing each other as Lena quizzed Kara with flashcards. The puppy alternated between curling up in Kara’s lap and zooming around Lena’s living room, falling over his own paws.

“Ok, last one. How do you treat a sprain?”

“Ice it with my freezebreath, wrap it so it’s compressed but not cutting off circulation, keep it elevated.”

Lena grinned proudly. “That’s it! Done.”

Kara threw her hands in the air in delight, squealing as she propelled herself forwards to tackle Lena to the couch. She pulled back just as quickly, pushing up to brace herself over Lena.

“Sorry. I got excited.”

All the breath had deserted Lena’s lungs and she stared up at Kara. A light flush rose on Kara’s cheeks, pale pink against the deep blue of her eyes, bringing out the freckles that dusted her skin.

The flashcards slipped from Lena’s grasp as she surged up to meet Kara’s lips. Kara’s arms almost buckled but she caught herself. And then she was kissing back.

Lena’s hands slid up Kara’s back, practically pulling Kara down on top of her.

They were both breathing hard when they pulled apart, eyes closed and foreheads rested together.

Kara was smiling softly down at her when she finally opened her eyes. She had shifted to hold herself up on one hand and one elbow, her free hand gently stroking back Lena’s hair.

She looked like she was about to say something when she did a double take over the armrest of the couch behind Lena and her soft look turned into a wince. “What was it you said about the puppy not messing up any of your stuff?”

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teebarnes · 3 years

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✨ | It All Started With A Book

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x wife!reader

Summary: You were a clueless beautiful soul roaming the streets of London, you didn't know that your best life would start with a book.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): fluff... (sorry, yes, I know I write a lot of it), mention of miscarriage.

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Years ago...

You're enjoying the new book your best friend had gotten you for your birthday to read. It was indefinitely one of the best books you had read to date, especially since your best friend had made one of those DIY presents where you took a book and annotated it. She had highlighted many of her favourite quotes, essential plot points and, best of all, doodled all through the book.

Walking down the street, your headphones playing a mix of jazz and piano. Your mind and focus was sea deep within the book; it wasn't long until you had accidentally walked straight into someone's chest.

You gasp before snapping down to reach for your book that had fallen from your grasp, quickly trying to find the page number before getting back up. Finding the page you were on, you slide one of your paperclips on edge before looking back up to the person you had just bumped into.

"oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" you apologised profusely. This man you were apologising to was quite handsome, you thought. He looked down at you, giving a smile "no worries, darling", he rested a reassuring hand on the top of your shoulder. You gave a polite smile before tucking strands away from your face.

He was so enamoured by the way you clumsily fumbled with your headphones, "Sorry again," you shyly smiled at him before walking around both him and his friend. You chuckled to yourself as you dived right into the place you left off in your book.

Tom looked at his friend Benedict entirely stunned by your presence "she didn't even know who I was," he grinned. Tom continued to walk before Benedict could speak, "and she is so beautiful," he cheeses. Benedict feels the second-hand embarrassment, "not everyone knows who you are, Tom," he winks, to which Tom rolled his eyes.

"I should've asked for her number, huh?" He nudges his friend; Benedict stopped mid-walk, turning back to look in the direction you had walked in.

He squints a bit "well, I can still see her. I'd say go for it if you want". He smiled, shoving his hands into his pocket as the snow begins to fall. "I'll meet you at the restaurant?" Tom looked at his friend, who nodded. "You're a 35-year-old man; you can do what you'd like... but do not make me wait for my food", he joked. Tom patted Benedict's shoulder, giving him a look of thanks before running off in the direction you'd be walking in.

You're jamming out to the soft music that was singing through your ears when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You look up from your book to turn, seeing the same man you had bumped into minutes ago. Taking your headphones out, you looked at him curiously "uh... hi?" you kinda smiled at him.

"Hey... sorry, I know this is a bit unorthodox, but I couldn't help myself. You are beautiful," Tom smiled lightly as a blush rose on your cheeks "o-oh t-thanks," you shyly smiled back. He extended his glove covered hand. "My name is Tom", you took his hand into yours shaking it, "nice to meet you, Tom, I'm y/n", you spoke.

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime?" you chuckled a bit; this man is asking you on a date. You nodded lightly, grabbing your phone from the pocket of your warm trench coat. "here, add your number," you smiled to Tom, handing over your phone.

He gave you a sweet smile adding his number in before texting himself. He handed your phone back over to you, "I'll text you later tonight", he smiled. "u-uh yeah, sure". He leaned in to give a kiss to your cheek, "thank you so much, beautiful.", and with that, he was walking back the way he had come from. You stood there stunned, it was only your second week of being in London, and this was the first time you had anyone come up to you like he did. You liked it; this was definitely something that would not happen back home.

Tom smiles lightly, walking out of the restaurant, watching as you shivered, waiting for the uber you'd called to take you two home. Hands deep into your pocket, cluelessly looking around.

"Hey, my love", Tom smiled; you turned to see your tall husband walking towards you. "Hey", you grinned, walking as he stood right in front of you, pulling the hoodie of your puffy jacket over your head. It was snowing in London, and you both had just finished dining at your favourite restaurant.

He smiled, brushing your hair back into the hoodie away from your face. He pulled you in by the waist, hugging your body close to keep you warm. "Our uber is on its way," you told Tom, smiling up at him as you leaned on his chest. "Sounds good, it's pretty cold".

As you both waited for the Uber to arrive, his attention was on you; he had cupped your cheeks before planting a few soft kisses on your lips. In Tom's eyes, the height difference between the two of you was nothing but perfect, one of the things he loved about you. As you return his kiss, you snuggling into his chest as the puffiness of his jacket felt nice.

Your Uber pulled up, taking you both home. Your head rested on Tom's shoulder as you closed your eyes to rest. Tom thought the world of you when you had agreed to go out for coffee with him so long ago; Tom didn't expect that you'd still be with him for the long ride. He felt so lucky that he was the one who got to call you his wife.

"There you are; I've been looking for you everywhere, my love," Tom spoke softly as he watched you playing with the kids on the set of his latest film. It wasn't until your third date with Tom that he had told you he was an actor; you almost couldn't believe yourself that you didn't know who he was. When you told your friends about it, they couldn't believe you were dating the 'Tom Hiddleston'.

"Sorry", you smiled up at him, letting the small toddler play with his toys. He chuckled, "Don't worry, darling, shall we get going?" you nodded, waving goodbye to the small child you had been looking after. "Bye-bye", you giggled as he innocently waved back. You got up, wrapping one arm around Tom's torso as he did the same. "Where are we going, love?" you looked up to your boyfriend, who was all but smiling "you'll see".

That moment happened four years ago, and as you can guess, he proposed in the comfort of your own home. After exploring England and meeting Tom, you had opted to stay. You knew that this was where you were meant to be. Now, you had been married to this man for four years and known him for eight. The best choice you had ever made.

"Hey, we're home", Tom whispered to you, but all you could down was mumble. He chuckled at your response. Tom got out of the Uber before leaning back into the car; one arm went under your legs and the other around your back. He had lifted you out of the Uber bridal style, shutting the door with his foot after thanking the driver. Your head was rested on his shoulder softly sleeping, one ring of the doorbell, and the housekeeper had opened the door. Tom gave a nod of thanks walking the two of you inside and upstairs to your room.

Tom laid you gently on top of the bed, taking your shoes, scarf and coat off before tucking you under the sheets. He kissed your head, "goodnight" before making his way to his office for some late night work. It must've been at least 10pm when you had woken up in bed; you turned to snuggle with Tom realising he wasn't there. Sitting yourself up in your bed, you sighed sleepily, hopping out. You took a shower and changed into proper sleep clothes.

Switching on the kettle, you made both Tom and yourself a tea, grabbing a plate from the cupboard, you plated some biscuits as a late-night snack. You cursed yourself for going to sleep early; you had planned a surprise for Tom, but your fatigue beat you to it. You softly padded your way to your own office, grabbing the small gift you had wrapped days before.

You were pregnant, at least 4 months to be exact. Oddly enough, you had been keeping this secret from Tom for three of those months. He never once noticed a difference, but strangely he was more overprotective of you—more than usual. You called it paternal instinct, which always made you chuckle.

You clearly had a bump and wondered when he'd notice. You said to yourself that if he didn't figure it out by your anniversary, then you'd tell him, and of course, he did not notice. Slipping the gift onto your wrist, you carried both teas and the plate of biscuits steadily in your arms. You pushed the door open with your foot softly, smiling as you saw your husband working away on his computer.

"There you are", you whispered; Tom jumped up to help you with the teas, taking them from your hands, he set them on his desk. He embraced you in his arms, "Sorry, I fell asleep," you spoke, wrapping your arms around his torso listening to the beat of his heart.

"Don't worry about it, you were tired" you both pulled apart, taking a seat on the chair that sat on the other side of the desk. You took a sip of your tea, as did Tom. The silence was calm; it was like that with you two sometimes. You were silent, but it was a good silence. "I've got something for you, hun", you spoke up; Tom's attention was back on you.

A raised eyebrow, he observes as you set the small gift bag on in front of him. "What's this?" he curiously asked, taking the small gift into his hands. You chuckle lightly at his expression of interest. "a present that has been two years in the making.". You watched as he pulled out the wrapping tissue slowly.

You sat there crying softly to yourself in the bathroom. You had lost your baby. One both you and Tom had been trying to conceive for just over a few months. Tom held you in his arms, rocking the two of you back and forth; just as much as it hurt him, he knew it would hurt you even more. Both of you had been wanting a child for a while now, but you had trouble doing just that. When you got pregnant, both of you were over the moon.

But like all things, sometimes it never ends the way you'd like it to. You softly whimpered into the arms of your husband, telling him how sorry you were, that it was your fault, but he damn well made sure to tell you that it wasn't. That was life; it was life for many other women around the world.

You sat there for hours, both in each other's embrace. You both didn't say a word to each other because the silence, like many times before, brought you the comfort you needed.

When you found out you were pregnant again, you had a fear of telling Tom that you were pregnant. You didn't want to give him hope, it was so long since then, and now that it was happening, you feared losing the precious life you both created. You made sure to change your lifestyle in any way you could. You went to all your appointments. Made sure to watch and read everything you could on pregnancy, just so that you could tell your husband in confidence that both of you were expecting.

Leading to this very moment, the baby was healthy and growing at a stable rate. There were no problems, and your doctor assured you there weren't any. So as you watched Tom pull the small gift box out from the bag, your heart began to beat just a tad faster. He was already smiling, and he didn't know what it was you were giving him.

As he opened the box, his face fell, he saw it. The positive pregnancy test you took nearly five months ago. He began to cry, which of course, made you cry too. He looked up at you, holding the test and ultrasound in hand. You had gotten up from your seat and moved around his desk to sit in his lap; he rested his head on your chest, hugging your waist softly.

"Don't cry, my love", you spoke, wiping his tears with your PJ sleeve. He looked up at you, "a-are you serious?" he smiled happy tears. Nodding back to him, "I'm am 1000% serious. I'll be five months next week". He laughed ecstatic, resting a hand on your stomach; his thumb caressed it. "h-hold on, five months?" he spoke back tracking on your words. "I wanted to make sure that our baby was okay before I told you," you said, rubbing his cheek softly.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice... normally you're good with these things", you laughed." "I'm going to be a dad!" he spun the pair of you lightly in his chair as he hugged firmly onto you. "you are", you laughed.

You had waited for this moment to come; now that was here, there was this weird feeling that everything was going to be okay; it was Solace.

Four months later...

Here the two of you were, sitting side by side in the hospital bed. Tom holding his daughter as she slept peacefully in his arms. Your head rested against his shoulder, watching as she slept.

"She's finally here", you smiled, diverting your soft gaze up to your husband. "She is", he returned.

After you had surprised Tom that day, he was with you every step of the way. The next appointment you went to, you both found out you were having a girl. You had saved knowing the gender until he was with you.

The nurses came in with some paperwork for the pair of you to sign. You smiled as Tom had rested your daughter into her cot. Sitting back next to you he wrapped his arm around you.

You had that feeling, the same feeling you had when you were taking comfort in Ray Bradbury's Dandelion Wine. The book you'd been reading on your way home the day you bumped into him, without being so focused on the book's message you didn't know where you would've been.

"so." you spoke "so", he replied. You nodded, and Tom began to write down the name you both had been set on for months now. You and Tom's daughter came at the perfect time, and after the time you both had trying to get her here, you knew that she was Tom and your comfort; your home was now the three of you.

She was your Solace.

The click of the pen lulled you from your thoughts.

You both smiled as you read her official birth certificate. Perfect.

'Solace Mae Hiddleston'

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kyotakumrau · 3 years

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2021.03.10 USEN STUDIO COAST 1st session with Toshiya and Kyo

They changed the tables for some reason, going from two bigger rectangle ones to four one person round high tables.

Fujieda and Takabayashi came on stage, F greeted fans as usual and asked for the applause for the band members.

After a moment of waiting with bated breath, Toshiya appeared and Kyo after him.

Kyo wore a big light grey coat, white shirt, black (most likely Madara)short shorts, white socks with red print and big sneakers.

Toshiya had white shirt, pearls?, and black slacks.

They sat in order Ta, T, K, F from right to left.

T: [As it's an official event] so, I'm Toshiya, the bassist from DIR EN GREY.

K: I'm Kyo.

F: It's 1st time for T to attend a talk event this year, how do you feel?

T: normal.

F: you've played here even as the venue has a new name. But it's been while. How do you feel K?

K: just usual.

F: you don't feel like it's been a while?

K: not really.

T: playing at Rock-May-Kan definitely made me feel it's been a while. The place is so small. We played with no audience, it was a first time in RMK which felt so strange.

F: rehearsal felt normal.

T: yeah.

F: anything from then?

T: it was nice to see all the staff.

F: how about you, K? We watched the live footage in February, anything feels different?

K: ... I don't remember it anymore.

F: the recording was done a long time ago.

K: Can't remember. At all.

F: I want to ask... (K just started staring at him and that was the end of it😂).

Next, F talked about the leaflet (he also mentioned how awesome it is that camera can move and zoom in this time, was it for K?😆), the photo being quite shocking/impactful. Was shooting hard? Finished really quickly, right?

T: Yeah.

K: it was refreshing. I said it was refreshing/cool, I didn't lie. It's like coolness in summer. It's auspicious/celebratory. Celebrating being born. When you're being born it's never pretty. So I didn't lie before, not even once, I said it's like a cool wind, I just didn't say anything about the celebration part to avoid spoiling it.

F: so far K said Oboro is refreshing, like Taiyou no Ao, Kaoru said it's refreshing, but more like Myaku remix. Shinya said it's like '肉付きに龍(flesh and dragon)' How about you, T?

T: you will know when you listen to it. It's not something that can be explained with words.

F: what about TDFF?

K: it's also refreshing. I listened to the file yesterday, it's like a cream soda, refreshing with a bit of a mellow hint.

F: Vanilla flavor?

K: maybe not just vanilla, mixing other stuff in until it almost spills.

F: what do you think T?

T: ...so, refreshing then.

F: ok, it's refreshing.

K: and auspicious.

And auspicious.

F read the info about the May show in Tokyo Garden Theater and fans clapped.

T: it's been over a year since our last show in Japan, I'm really looking forward to it. In this condition holding concerts is not entirely called for, but we as DIR EN GREY have decided to do it. If you're able to please come.

K: it's been a long time since the last concert. But. Isn't it a weekday? Utterly a weekday. It's almost like bullying [the fans]. Shouldn't we try to book a better date for such an important concert? This is really so much like us.

F: it's just after Golden Week (a week long holiday in Japan).

K: people will be so busy getting back to work. (after F encouragement to say something inviting) So, I'm looking forward to the show when people will have to work because it's weekday (sarcasm by Kyo 👌)

Next was merchandise corner. F again asked us and band members to look at the flyer.

F: T, are there any items you really like?

T: all of them.

F: Shinya uses the tote bag in private now.

K: Did you actually saw him use it?

F: he had it yesterday.

K: huh.

Ta: can we really say yesterday was using it in private though?

Next F showed us the hoodie and the towel, holding the towel up.

K: you should present it more properly.

F held it properly so we could see the whole towel, but K continued to give him dissatisfied look😆

Next F talked about the travel pouch saying it's useful when you travel on the tour you can hang it as it has a small hook.

K started to point out the problems with F explanation, where to hang it, isn't it better to just put on the table, the hook is then useless. A hook for a bag you will put on the table, what. You're terrible at explaining the merch.

😂

T: isn't that for shower room?

F: to put shampoo in and so on?

K just stares at F, that face oh my🤣

F: we talked about it being for shower stuff but we worried about it being waterproof.

K: You actually don't know, do you?🤦‍♂️ are you a scam? Why don't you know??? You should know more about the items!

F: I will properly check!

K: with who?

F: with the merchandiser!

K just looked at him😂

F: but you can probably use it safely in the shower💦

Kyo stared...🤣

F: T, do you have any favorites?

T (after giving him a look): I said all.

F: you, K?

K: the hoodie. The picture in the back was done by my tattoo artist, on my request. I really like it.

F passed them their keychains, K just kept staring at them.

T: why are there 2 types?

F: I wonder. It's for Ochita, so one normal outfit and one bloody. Details are really nice.

And then it was time for the questions from fans.

F: there are many questions about movies, anime etc you've watched recently. K?

K: Evangelion. Not gonna spoil it, but please watch it on a big screen.

T: I want to watch Eva!

F: Ta, are you also an Eva fan?

Ta: I watched the old series, haven't seen the new ones.

Ta: there are many Q to and about F. "Most band members are from Kansai, F do you feel alienated by that?"

F: I'm from Tokyo, but not even a bit.

Ta: where exactly? Do you go back a lot?

F: my old neighborhood doesn't change, it's actually around here. Definitely no alienation.

F: "what's your favourite icecream?" There are many Q asking about sweets. How about you, K?

K: Icecream, I like Cola flavoured Sacre. And the melonpan with icecream inside, when I see that in the shop I always buy like 3. Recently not many shops have it.

F: so when you see it you always get them.

K: Yes.

F: get like 3.

K: Yes.

F: how about you, T? Recently it's a bit cold.

T: hah! I don't recently eat icecream. But I like fruity ones. I like rum raisin.

F: any questions you like, T?

While T was deciding which Q to read K just popped his papers on F's desk😂

T: "what was your first impression of other members when you first met? And how have they changed?"

F: so T will tell us about K.

T: the impression when we first met?

K: was it at Farm? In Nagoya?

T: Farm? I went to see some taiban event at GIO and we met there.

F: where is GIO?

T: in Ichikawa. And we talked there. Has he changed? Of course he has, but I thought he is someone who can laugh very carefree.

F: it was a taiban event of different bands.

T: yeah.

F: How about T, K?

K: it's bit muddled, but I remember best T playing guitar. And the strongest memory I have is T going crazy playing guitar.

F: how about other members? Kaoru?

T: I remember we didn't talk much, just said hi.

F: you met them at GIO. what about Die?

T: he was very talkative, very easy to talk to.

F: Shinya?

T: just passed by.

F: you didn't talk?

T: Just hello.

F told them how D described meeting S. Then he asked Kyo about Kaoru.

K: we met at taiban event, he was playing guitar in a band called Charm. I was impressed with his photo on the flyer. I thought he was very cool, and calm.

F: what ablut Die?

K: I found him through a flyer looking for new band members I thought he was cool. and then there was a taiban.

F: what about S?

K chuckled first😂: I remember he had a bob hair and a very long earring, just one, like a chain. And that earring was moving when he was talking. I remember that.

Ta: has he changed?

K: His looks changed, but he didn't change inside.

Ta: oh.

K: Just gradually ...got weirder. I think he hates humans. But he has many friends he does riddles with. He knows so many people, too many, he uses social media so much, I have no idea who he's hanging out with, but he even has photos with Dewi Sukarno. He probably doesn't hate humans, just hates his band members. Hates people who know about the past.

😂

Ta: "S said he's using tour merch like tshirts, how about you?"

T: 使うやつが使うね・I use stuff that's ok to use. From this event I'd use the travel pouch and usb.

K: I use our items a lot, like towels or hoodies.

F: "what's your favourite meat cut?"

K: skirt steak.

T: skirt steak or offal.

F: I love skirt steak too! - he the continued to talk about meat how good are some parts until he noticed both T and K looks🤣

F: " do you prefer bath or shower? What time do you take bath?"

K: in the evening. But when I have a fresh tattoo I can't take a bath for about 2 weeks, then I take a shower.

F: do tattoos hurt in a bath?

K: They hurt or sting. It's like an injury so like a cut it stings in a bath. Did you think tattos are like a stamp?!

F: it seems it's tough.

Ta: you know tattoos are allowed in our company...

I loved Ta's jab, but what came after this from Kyo was just pure ❤️🤣

K: I will even buy a tattoo machine and do it so you F can get a tattoo.

F: what kind of desing?

K: a giraffe. On your back. Wouldn't it be more scary than oni or a dragon? I'm serious (he was trying so hard not to laugh😂), it's the scariest option, a giraffe.

F: you would design it?

K: Of course. A yellow one. Guys who have scribble/doodle like tattoos are the really scary ones! A yellow giraffe.

F: Let me think about it.

K: please do!

🤣🤣🤣

F: how about you T, a bath or shower?

T: sometimes a lomg bath, sometimes a ahort one, sometimes a shower.

T: "do you eat sweets?" I don't really. if anything, then chocolate.

F: what type?

T: My favorite was Kirinokibune (霧の浮舟, a bit like Aero. Has been discountinued).

F: I'll check it, you K?

K: isn't half of me sweets?😆

F: what do you like recently?

K: cookies, chocolate cookies.

F: from Morinaga? (big chocolate company in Japan, you can find it in every supermarket etc)

K: Morinaga? I don't like soft cookies, they have to be hard, chocolate cookie with chocolate. Recently, near Harajuku station there's a shop with a red fluffy character that looks like MUCC, I love their cookies.

Then F suggested sth only older people would know it and if looks could kill F would be anihilated by K on the spot🤣

F: last Q, let's choose something easy to answer.

F: "what do you like to eat with rice? I like umeboshi (pickled plum)"

T: in Nagano we eat nametake.

F was a bit clueless how to eat it etc and made T explain more.

F: you K?

K: I don't care. Don't you just eat it with side dishes? No one eats only rice with pickled plum? It's not postwar period!

F: so what side dishes do you like?

K: Sushi.

🤣

F: ...sushi?? Isn't that a bit different??

K: you eat fish with rice, no?

F: so what sushi do you like?

K: fatty cut of flounder fin(あぶりのえんがわ)

And finally last comments:

Toshiya: thank you for today, DIR has decided to hold a concert with audience in May, please come if you can. But you have to decide that for yourself. We made our decision.

Kyo: I don't have anything, as usual. ...your t-shirts will increase, it's hard for people living far from Tokyo, nothing much to say.

F: you mean you will like to see everyone in May and so on?

K: I said I have nothing to say, didn't I?!💢

#dir en grey #kyo #京 #toshiya #目黒鹿鳴館gig #爆音会 #talk event #attempt at live report #新木場studio coast

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rosaliepostsstuff · 3 years

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Secret santa - F.W.

This is my fic for @thisismysecrethappyplace‘s writing challenge, using prompt #27 - "Today, it's like there's rock bottom, then 50 feet of crap, then me."

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff!reader (although the house is not mentioned much)

word count: 2070

a/n: I’m not one of the people who start celebrating Christmas on November 1st (but if you do - live your extra life, love) but the idea of secret santa game just popped into my head and I couldn’t think of any other story to work with the quote. Year is not specified.

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December rolled around and the castle of Hogwarts has been covered in snow once again. The snow reflecting the little sunlight the area got this time of year, making the inside seem a bit brighter. It reminded you that in just a few weeks’ time it would be Christmas. Even though you were to stay at Hogwarts this year, you were looking forward to it.

During one of the study sessions in the Great Hall, you were sat next to your friends from Gryffindor. You were quietly chatting to Angelina and Katie. One word led to another and you learnt that the girls and a few more friends of yours would be staying for the Christmas break as well.

“Look, we’ll finally get to properly spend the holidays together-“ Katie started, but Angelina quickly joked, “oh, like the big, dysfunctional, happy family we are” and finished with a big grin that quickly fell when she caught Professor Vector’s eye and got back to her notebook. “Hey, that’s not a half-bad idea,” you put your quill down and looked between the girls, “how about we gather the rest and do a ‘secret Santa’ type of deal, huh?” you said enthusiastically. They studied you a bit sceptically, but you got them intrigued.

When you got them convinced, you talked to a few other people and decided to gather the next evening after dinner to draw the names so you’d still have almost three weeks to prepare the gifts.

That’s how you found yourself, all the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, Lee, Angie and Katie gathered at one of the tables near a huge fireplace at the Great Hall. Being very excited about the idea, you prepped the pieces of parchment with the names beforehand and now everybody was to draw one from a hat passed around the group.

When it reached you, your heart started to beat slightly faster – you were quietly hoping to get Fred – you were friends, but you liked him slightly more and were hoping the act of kindness of a well thought out gift would get you some bonus points. It was now or never.

You reached in, stirred around with your hand a bit and picked one of the folded pieces, then passed the hat on. Carefully, so that no one would see it, you unfolded the parchment that read-

“Lee Jordan”

You tried not to show disappointment on your face. It was fine. You liked Lee and you planned to make the best gift you could think of. You’d still get to see Fred, even if you didn’t make the present for him.

You couldn’t help but wonder who did draw his name. Would they make a nice gift? Maybe a nicer one than you would’ve? Get his gratitude- oh, how you hoped it wasn’t any of the quidditch girls. What if it’s Angie? Oh, he must like her – she’s tall, pretty, and cool-

“Hey, Y/N?” Hermione’s voice snapped you out of your spiralling thoughts. “What’d you think? Do we exchange on Christmas eve? Christmas day, boxing..?” Asked Katie. “Uhm, the eve’s fine,” you mumbled and followed everyone, getting up and heading out.

You said your goodbyes and separated from the group – you were the only one headed to the dungeons. As you were about to go through the door you saw a piece of parchment someone must’ve dropped. Before you got to it, you saw Harry notice it and pick it up.

Passing by, you involuntarily looked at the parchment-

“Y/N Y/L/N”

Dammit, you thought and went on. That was about it for your surprise, or at least half of it.

——————⁛⁙⁘◊⁘⁙⁛——————

Days had passed, then weeks, and you found yourself with just a few days left in this term before the winter break would start.

You woke up late, with weird neck pain – you had slept in a funny position. Throwing on your robes you kicked your shin by accident and took a moment to shout out a few indecent words to help ease the pain and then you pushed through, determined to reach potions on time.

During the break, before your second period, you figured you would stop by the library to pick up a book you were going to need for an assignment you planned to start that evening.

Walking through the aisles with your destination well known, you looked out the large windows at the snow – and with the remnants of any positive attitude you had in you, you smiled to yourself.

“Have you done yours already..?” you suddenly heard Ron’s ineffectual whisper from behind a bookcase. It made you stop in your tracks and against your better judgement, you listened in. “Yeah, I got her a book…” Harry’s voice whispered back. ‘please, don’t say what book’ you repeated in your mind. “… something about the history of wizarding settlements in Britain..? I can’t remember the title, but she’ll like it.”

You grimaced to yourself at the thought – he couldn’t be more wrong. And then to top it, he added some sweets you absolutely loathed.

With heavy steps and a heavy heart, you headed to charms.

You liked charms, and you loved professor Flitwick. He was one of the decent teachers in this school, kind and sometimes even funny.

Today was one of those lessons, this time of year, that he gave up on starting a new topic and decided you were to do some revisions. Your mood slightly lifted, you were practising the banishing charm.

As the end of the lesson was drawing close you got comfortable and your mind started to wander. Thinking about the earlier events, you lost your focus and accidentally knocked over the pile od books Flitwick was standing on, sending the professor flying face down.

He was nice enough to understand your mistake and you were not punished in any way, but it didn’t change how bad you felt about it.

As you headed to lunch, cursing the universe, Merlin, and everything around, you thought the day couldn’t get any worse.

And then you tripped on one of the stone floor slabs.

You heard Fred and George’s booming laughs, lying on the floor and debating whether life was worth getting up. When the twins saw you not getting up, they stopped laughing.

Fred walked up and looked at you a bit confused – the fall wasn’t all that bad and you didn’t look hurt. “You alright there, sunshine?” he said leaning over you. You groaned in response and rolled over, then reluctantly got up from the cold floor with Fred’s help. “Peachy,” you replied, dusting off your robes and Fred snorted, then studied your expression.

He signalled for George to go without him and patted your shoulder lightly. “Today, it's like there's rock bottom, then 50 feet of crap, then me.” You gestured wildly. “Alright then, papa Fred’s got you. What’s troubling you?” he asked, slightly amused, yet genuinely as you began strolling in the direction of the great hall. You took a deep breath, wondering where to start. “I slept in, was almost late to potions which we know would leave me with trauma, I knocked Flitwick to the ground by accident when we practised Depulso - and now this,” you kicked the cousin slab of the one that made you trip and Fred chuckled at your pout, “Oh and I almost forgot – my Christmas present’s gonna be rubbish,” you exaggerated. “How so?” he asked, confused. “Well, I know who’s my secret Santa already. Found out by accident. Then I overheard what I’m gonna get… I mean, it’s okay, but I guess I was just hoping for something nice…” you rambled looking down to the ground. “Oh. Okay then… you know what? I actually promised Lee I’d pick something up for him before lunch, so – I- I’ll see you later?..” It was your turn to be confused. You looked up at him but before you raised your hand with a little wave and mumbled small “bye”, he walked off.

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You haven’t seen Fred all that much since that weird encounter – you didn’t have any classes together and you were in different houses so it was just a coincidence to you.

The Christmas Eve came around and you were playing wizards’ chess with Ron in the great hall to pass time before the rest of the group gathered. People were slowly pouring in, each of them adding to the small pile on the wooden table, a box enchanted with a concealing spell, so that each gift looked the same – and the secret Santa remained secret. Among the last few was Fred, looking slightly sheepish for himself.

“So are doing it, lads and lassies?” exclaimed Lee rubbing his palms together, making everyone chuckle. You all sat down close in what resembled a circle, making sure no one was left out.

Hermione pointed her wand at the pile of boxes, “Revelio” and they all appeared in different forms, with various name tags attached.

You decided to open the gifts one by one going clockwise, starting with all-too-eager Lee. You couldn’t help the wide grin that appeared on your face when you saw his child-like joy after opening the gift from you. Then it was Angelina’s turn, then yours.

You reached for the package with your name on it, trying to appear enthusiastic and not-at-all like you already knew what was inside. You unwrapped the paper with a mix of shock and confusion on your face.

Inside the paper was a box of your favourite chocolates and underneath a plain-looking book. You opened it and it turned out to be a photo album filled with photographs of you with your friends, along with some captions and thematic drawings on the white-ish pages around them.

With mouth slightly open you flicked through a few pages and ran your hand over the doodles. You looked up at Harry, who had the same expression as anyone in this circle – except for one person who studied your reaction and tried to hide the satisfied smile on his face.

The gift opening continued. It was when Hermione opened hers and you saw what you had thought you’d get that it dawned on you. It started with the assumption that when Harry picked up the note with your name it meant he was your secret Santa, which (obvious for you now) didn’t have to be the case and it wasn’t. Then with your mind set in stone, you just kept assuming things.

“Did you like your gift?” with newfound courage thanks to the good mood, you nudged Fred on the way out. He slowed down to walk beside you and separate from his mates. “Why, were you my Santa?” he asked cheekily. “No, not this year. Just curious.” you shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, it was nice.” he stated simply, and after a bit of silence added, “d’you like yours?” “Why, were you my Santa?” you giggled. He put his hands in his pockets and avoided your gaze as a smile started creeping upon his face. “Merlin’s beard, you were..?” you cursed yourself for saying that out loud as your heart started thudding. “Maybe.” He looked at you with a mischievous smile and you melted. “Freddie, I loved it. It was really… sweet,” you said, shyly. “Good then, glad it wasn’t rubbish.” he snorted lightly and you wanted to bury yourself right then and there. “I’m soo sorry about that, it was a misunderstanding. I was in a bad mood, I thought somebody else was making a gift for me, I- I didn’t… I’m sorry Freddie.” You smiled awkwardly at him and he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “It’s alright, sunshine. I’m happy you don’t resent me” “I could never.” “Oh?” he stopped and looked you straight in the eye, smirking. “Uh, I mean…” your mind went blank. “You see, I was really happy when I drew your name.” he looked up above the two of you and your eyes remained on him. “It just so happens that I really like you so you must agree it would be convenient if you liked me back.”

You gulped. He looked back down at you, then gestured with his eyes for you to look up.

There it was, hovering above you, in all its glory – the magical mistletoe.

“So?” He leaned down a bit, turned his head to the side and tapped his finger on his cheek, “make it up to me?”

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #hp imagine

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kvgehiras · 3 years

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waaaa i'm sure whatever you have typed up is great!! if you ever decide to post it, i'll look forward to it ♡

cough cough SO UM,,, ik this is oddly specific but i hope you don't mind aha .. a character of your choice with someone who has some important exams coming up soon, maybe?? i've like ... procrastinated like all of my work and slept through the entire few weeks before,, so i'm currently on the brink of eternal sleep (my fault, wholly, really) i don't mind who, just pick your favourite/s!!

thank you in advance!! qwq

hello again anon!! THANK U AAAA i might post it after the current event ends bcs im busy grinding lately lol but i will post it soon so i hope u like it ehe ;; as for ur schedule PLS SLEEP !!!! i do know the feeling off not doing any of ur work nd just resting but sometimes it's ok anon! studying when ur not feeling like it will only feel like a chore nd u probably wont be able to retain any of it. so study when u want to, bcs while exams r important, so r u hehe <3 anyways here r the charas!! wrote a lil scenario for mika, leo, nd rei!! hope u like it <3

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

KAGEHIRA MIKA

• mika overworks himself alot, mainly bcs he just wants to prove, to himself and others, that he is worthy of being a part of valkyrie

• but he still likes being a lil spoon when yall r cuddling (o˘◡˘o)

• while he is a powerful artist when hes on stage, he just melts when hes in ur arms yk!!!!

• so he doesnt mind it when lately u seem to be slacking off a bit more than usual bcs he gets more cuddles from u !!!!! #mika1stwin

• but when u suddenly stop out of nowhere nd even refuse to come out of ur room at times bcs uve procrastinated ur work too much nd if u do not finish going through ur material then ur doomed to fail nd oh lord-

• "(y/n)?"

• u look up at ur bf nd hes standing beside u- w his stuff in his hands.....?

• "ah ya see.....ya've been lookin' a lil stressed lately so i thought abt.....helpin' u like this! idk what is troublin' ya, but im here to always listen! :D"

• u break into a grin, one mika had missed so much, nd grab his cheeks to plant a kiss on his cheek

• nd still keeping ur hands where they are, u pull away to look at his bright red face

• "thank u mika... ill always be here for u too, ok?"

• nd he quickly nods, scared to meet ur eyes, esp bcs of the close proximity of ur faces rn

• what a lil baby

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

TSUKINAGA LEO

• leo is honestly the last person u want to see when ur trying to finish learning ur material,,,that too in a rush

• like!!!!! u love him u rlly do but this bitch will start doodling abt his inspiration nd all nd ur brain just cant focus yk

• that, nd also that if u dont give him Any attention At All he will literally wither away nd basically refuse to sleep nd WILL stare at u till u give him kissies (nd he alrdy doesnt sleep enough........ sigh)

• so when he wakes up in the middle of the night (the one night u managed to somehow get him to bed) nd doesnt see u in the room a part of him panics

• he quickly calls out for u nd when he hears u respond from the study room, he opens the door to see u slowly turn around from ur chair, tired, shoulders slumped over

• immediately rushing over, leo tightly wraps u in a hug, a hand running through ur hair

• "(Y/N)!!!!!!!!! WHERE WERE U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I THOUGHT THE ALIENS KIDNAPPED U!!!!?!!???!!!!!!! DONT LEAVE ME AGAINNNNNN ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

• "leo it's 2 am.......nd also i didn't leave u, u know? im right here!"

• the exhaustion was very evident in ur voice, so much so that leo pulled away only to squint his eyes at u nd go "r u not ok? u sound tired ...... gasp r u DYING????????? NOOOOO U CANT DIE UR MY INSPIRATION!!!!!!!!"

• "leo thats v sweet nd while yes i Am dying im not leaving u it's ok"

• leo smiles, which turns into a grin, nd then he suddenly gasps again nd oh lord what idea is it this time

• "(y/n)!!!!! how abt i sleep here????????"

• ".....huh?"

• "YEA!!!!!! didn't u leave that room so u wouldn't disturb me?????? but im lonely so......ill just sleep on ur lap then, ok? ok! good nightttt!!!!!!!!"

• nd then he places his head on ur lap, the other half on his body relying on the chair he was previously sitting on for support

• while he isnt wrong abt the disturbance part.....he does look content here.......nd he does feel lonely so ......

• mayb u just gotta learn today what u can wing everything at this point...... it's gonna be ok . probably....?

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

SAKUMA REI

• unlike the other two, rei wouldn't even have to guess that ur not doing ok, he would just Know

• nd what does he do to help? flirt w u nd get u to let him teach u obv!

• he Knows it's not rlly teaching, nd so do u, but what can u do when he looks at u w those puppy eyes of his, nd says that he'll do anything nd everything in his power to always help u

• so when he does take in whatever u have to study he..... he realises he's Also bad at this

• good job rei rlly helps out a ton!

• anyways to make up for it, nd also stick w his promise to help u, he tells u to go through the material, nd explain it to him! he heard somewhere that it works bcs it forces u to rlly understand the concept instead of memorising it nd u think it should work

• but oh god how is it supposed to work when rei keeps looking at u w stars in his eyes, nd his hand suddenly grabs urs nd he circles his thumb on the back of ur hand nd IS HE FLIRTING IN THE MIDDLE OF A STUDY SESSION

• rei playfully quirks an eyebrow when he sees u get flustered nd just . lay ur head on the table w sigh nd just whine

• "REIIIIIIIII I HAVE TO STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

• he chuckles bcs he does realise what hes doing to u nd honestly he loves ur reactions so he keeps doing it

• "fufufu.....sorry love, i'll be quiet now. go on, do ur thing." (liar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ur too flirty for a study session!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

• tip : never keep him in the same room as u when u have work to do . keeps flirting . too much distraction .

• ratings : 200/10 . the additional 200 points is bcs hes too cute to say no....... god he rlly has u wrapped around his finger huh

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Hello! I was wondering if you could please do prompt 17 for any side of the lovesquare? This whole guild is so awesome and I'm so glad to get to be introduced to so many new authors. Thank you!

🍁 Miraculous Writer’s Guild September Event 2020 🍁

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕔𝕠 ( @queer-cosette )

Prompt: “Maybe I’ll work up the guts to actually tell you that to your face someday.”

🍂~🍂~🍂~🍂 ~🍂~🍂~🍂~🍂~🍂~🍂

It’s a warm, sunny morning in Paris when Adrien remembers that today’s the end of Marinette’s commission week, and decides to ask his driver to drop him off at the bubble cafe and let him walk the rest of the way; the Gorilla agrees on the condition Adrien brings him something out from the cafe before he turns the car around. Adrien obliges, leaving the shop with three cups instead of just the two he’d planned. The Gorilla gives him a knowing look as Adrien hands over the Matcha tea, but as ever he says nothing and simply pulls the car around, taking a quick sip before heading back in the direction of the Agreste Mansion.

Adrien hurries to catch up to Marinette as she walks to school, holding a cup in each hand and feeling thankful for the lids preventing the precious boba from spilling out. “Good morning, Marinette!”

Marinette mumbles tiredly, not quite computing who it is, and waves a tired hand in greeting. “Mornin’,” she yawns, then blinks in surprise. “A-A-Adrien?!”

“I got you a boba tea if you want one,” he smiles fondly. Her stuttering is always so cute.

Marinette blinks, then takes the offered cup with a smile. “Thanks,” she smiles back, her cheeks turning a charming shade of pink. She takes a sip, her eyes widening. “Lychee?”

“Yeah…” Adrien frowns, a little worried. “Do you not like it? I got Honeydew for myself if you want to trade -”

“No,” Marinette shakes her head, her smile widening. “Lychee’s my favourite! How did you know that?”

Adrien sips his own tea to hide the way his cheeks are suddenly matching her jeans. “Luck, I guess.” He glances up when someone shouts his name, and sees Nino waving for him to come over. “Hey, see you in class?”

“Sure,” Marinette beams. “See you.” He waves to her as he heads over to see what Nino wants, and she sips her drink happily.

You always find a way to make my day, Adrien Agreste. Maybe I’ll work up the guts to actually tell you that to your face someday.

It’s just after lunch when an Akuma announces its presence with an explosion of glitter that goes off with the force of a small nuclear bomb; judging from the ripped jeans, mismatched fingerless gloves, doodled-on converse, glittery heart-shaped deely-boppers, and too-big T-shirt with Adrien’s face splashed across it, it’s a tweenage fan-girl who just got told that Adrien is not, in fact, going to marry her.

“I am The Fanged Fangirl!” she screams as she lands on the roof of François-Dupont. “Anyone who stands between me and my Adri-poo is going to get bitten! RAWR!”

It does sound like a fairly idle threat at first - then Chloé tells the Akuma where to stick it, gets bitten, and learns very quickly that The Fanged Fangirl’s fangs are, in fact, venomous.

Obviously, letting her get her hands on Adrien is not a viable option, so Marinette ‘hides in the bathroom’ and Ladybug swoops in to swing the model out of there.

“Thanks, Ladybug,” Adrien beams at her as she carries him bridal style across the rooftops of Paris (and focusses very hard on the middle distance and not the fact that Adrien is currently smooshed up against her). “I really thought I’d bit it back there.”

Ladybug allows a little giggle to slip out as they land on the roof of the Pompidou Centre. “You’ll be safe here,” she tells him. “If you hide next to one of the big pipes, I doubt she’ll see you even if she can fly or something. Which she might be able to,” she adds worriedly. “She does seem to be vampire-themed. Maybe she can turn into a bat or something.”

“I hope she can’t,” Adrien smiles. “That would be really batty.”

Ladybug stares at him, letting out an involuntary burst of laughter. “Oh my gods, you’re as bad as Chat Noir,” she giggles, wiping a tear out of her eye. She takes a deep breath, getting her laughter under control. “Are you one-hundred-percent sure you’re going to be OK up here?”

“I’m sure,” Adrien nods. “If you think I’m safe here, I know I am.”

Ladybug’s cheeks might turn pink under her mask, but before he can get a closer look she’s saluting him and arcing gracefully away on her yoyo. He slips into the shadow of a pipe to transform, smiling as he remembers her genuine concern for his wellbeing. You’re not just Paris’ hero, Ladybug, he thinks, you’re my hero. Maybe I’ll work up the guts to actually tell you that to your face someday.

It’s just becoming evening, with the sun slowly setting and darkness beginning to glitter above, when Ladybug and Chat Noir finish their patrol and meet at the top of the Eiffel Tower. It’s a quiet evening in Paris; no sign of anything related to Hawkmoth since the Fanged Fangirl was defeated that afternoon, so they decide to relax in their favourite spot and just chat for a while. Chat Noir has been far more serious of late, clearly worried about her since - well, she doesn’t like to think about the events that made her the new Guardian. But he’s been a real rock since then, especially since the weight that comes with Guardianship has been giving her near-extreme mood swings between normal-ish and near-breakdowns.

It’s odd, though, how sometimes she finds herself missing the less serious old Chat Noir and his playful banter. He doesn’t do that so much any more.

(He still laughs when she jokes, don’t get her wrong, but it’s almost like he’s afraid to joke now. She really, really wishes he wouldn’t be.)

In spite of her sombre thoughts, Ladybug can’t help laughing as she tells him about rescuing Adrien Agreste from the Fanged Fangirl that afternoon. “Oh, it was hilarious, Chat,” she giggles. “He was making puns so terrible they were worthy of you!”

“Was he, now?” Chat Noir smiles, sounding a bit like he’s holding laughter back himself.

“Oh, you should have heard him! I said that I hoped the Akuma couldn’t turn into a bat, and he straight up told me it would be batty if she could!” She breathes out with a smile. “I think you two would get on really well.”

“Trying to set me up?” Chat Noir laughs, nudging her. “You’re forgetting, I’m a taken cat now.”

“Oh, yeah,” Ladybug feels her heart bump in her chest. It’s not a good bump. “Right.”

“Hey,” Chat Noir says softly, his voice laced with concern. “You OK, Bug? I’ve been worried about you. You haven’t seemed yourself since… that day.”

That day. The day Ladybug led Hawkmoth right to Master Fu in a moment of thoughtlessness. The day she’s been trying not to think about.

The day everything went wrong.

And suddenly she can’t stop herself; she remembers the battle with Miracle Queen and remembers how Master Fu is gone and remembers how it’s her fault and remembers how Chat Noir is not her kitty anymore, he’s someone else’s, and she’s realising all of this far. Too. Late.

All of a sudden, she can’t stand the soft way he’s looking at her - it just hurts too damn much.

She needs to get out of here before she starts crying.

“It’s… it’s late,” Ladybug says, her voice shaking a little. “I should be going home; I don’t want to keep you from your bed.”

“You don’t have to -” Chat Noir starts, but she shakes her head, finding her unwelcome stutter making its way into her throat.

“No, no, I should get back before… before someone notices I’m missing. Or something. Yeah.” And before he can protest, she yoyos away into the distance, only pausing to look back when the Eiffel Tower is simply a shape in the distance and Chat Noir is a tiny black dot near the top.

I miss the old you, Kitty, she thinks sadly, her eyes beginning to prickle. I miss the way things used to be between us. Maybe one day I’ll work up the guts to actually tell you that to your face.

It’s not-quite midnight when Chat Noir manages to stop running around the rooftops in frustration over whatever it is Ladybug’s not telling him, and impulsively drops down onto Marinette’s balcony to investigate why her fairy lights are still on. To his shock, he finds her passed out in her deck chair, only wearing her pyjamas. There are noticeable bags under her eyes, and her hair’s loose and tangled about her shoulders, and there is something distinctly vulnerable about her in this position. Like she’s a little kid again. He almost feels like an intruder.

But he can’t leave her like this.

He decides to stay.

“You seem so much younger when you’re asleep,” Chat Noir murmurs, watching the rise and fall of Marinette’s breathing. “You’re always so tired when I see you. In class, with our friends - even when it’s just the two of us. I think you’re wearing yourself thin, Marinette. You’re so busy being Everyday Ladybug that you don’t give yourself any actual downtime - and believe me, I know about downtime.” He can’t resist the urge to smooth her hair, tuck it behind her ear, and in doing so notices the way her cheeks are a little streaky, like she’s been crying recently. His heart might just break a little at the sight. Apparently Ladybug’s not the only girl in his life keeping her sadness to herself of late.

“Oh, Marinette,” Chat Noir mumbles sadly. “What are you bottling up? If you can’t tell Alya what’s the matter -” (and, since she appears to have been crying herself to sleep up here on her balcony, fully alone, that seems to be the case) “- you can tell me. I want to be there for you.”

Marinette gives a little choked-up sigh in her sleep, and shivers. He realises she’s probably freezing, and looks around for a blanket. There isn’t one, and he comes to a decision.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he tells her.

It’s a little awkward, trying to lift his friend without accidentally waking her - or worse, touching something he shouldn’t - but he manages it eventually, and carefully carries her over to the still-open hatch. It’s very awkward trying to maneuver her through without dropping her or clunking her head on the side, and it’s nearly four minutes before he gets them both fully through. But at last, they’re both down and safe, and he carefully plumps her pillow, then arranges her cat plushies around her like a ring of little guardians who’ll look after her on his behalf, and tucks his dear friend into bed. She lets out another little sigh, but this one sounds comfortable rather than sad, and he can’t help but smile at her.

You’re one of my favourite people in the entire world, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he thinks. I can’t stand to see you hurt. Maybe one day I’ll work up the guts to actually tell you that to your face.

Then he climbs out of the hatch, glances back to make sure she’s alright, and lowers the trapdoor behind him. “Goodnight, Marinette,” he murmurs. “Sweet dreams.”

#ml writers guild #queer-cosette #septemeber event #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fic #fic rec #ml fic rec #love square #ladybug and chat noir #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien #adrinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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trulycertain · 3 years

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fic writer interview

Tagged by @skogrr Thank you very much! It's a while since I've done one of these, and I've missed them.

Name: Tru/"Oi you" Fandoms (that I write for): Dragon Age, mostly. Still the fandom of my heart. Mass Effect, Deus Ex... uh, accidentally GreedFall? I don't know how or when that happened. Two-shot: Hmm... The actual last two-shot I wrote was Terms & Conditions, a very silly Dorian/Inquisitor modern AU where Gal is the guy Dorian hires to stop his late father's house falling apart. Recently? I suspect that's going to be Driftwood, which can stand on its own as a sort of weird post-canon first-meeting AU, but is trying to tempt me to continue it. (Vasco ends up going looking for Tír Fradí, which has disappeared - and finds it. He also finds De Sardet as a highly avoidant tree god of the island, post-Bad Ending, who transformed against her will. And he ends up falling in love with her anyway.) Weird tree gods! Pining by literal pine! An eventual happy ending! More grumpy commentary by Vasco!

Most popular multi-chapter: Either An Unquenchable Flame or Distraction, probably - both juggernaut pairings, the former close to the game's release and the latter with some fancy forbidden romance, so not so surprising. But surprisingly, Prague, 10:42 PM has done really well, considering it's for a small fandom (Deus Ex) and a rarepair age/rank-difference pairing that I thought would be a one-off experiment? I get it, guys. I like sad repressed stoics too.

Actual worst part of writing: Editing - which can be fun, but that "over and over" stage when you're about to post, especially in a longfic if you fear you've lost the spirit of the thing and the character voices and you can't see the wood for the trees. And when I have to remove a whole scene which Jenga-unbalances the fic, and then I have to redux from the top. Basically, most things to do with pacing. How you choose your titles: I like double-meanings and one word titles. If that fails: quote from a song. If that fails: quote from poetry, but very rarely. Do you outline: Only a little. A bulletpointed list of events or noted-down major lines of dialogue, that's usually it.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: Uh... oh god. I blame so many people for some of these.

Post-Destroy ending where John is attempting to build a shed on Rannoch because that's the kind of thing retired people do, right? and Tali is far better at it than him, and it's just... disgusting fluff.

Actually, just reduxing the early John/Tali stuff with a bit more nuance and a stronger style.

Eva and Kaidan, and their mutually wary first meeting. ("Wow, that's a lot of pomade." "Wow, that's a lot of death-glare.")

AU where Gal and Dorian never met in DAI, and after everything went down, Gal tried to fade into the shadows and leave. He ended up working in Tevinter as an occasional informant/odd-jobs guy the way he was pre-Inquisition. He ends up being a gardener for a bitter, wry magister who seems to hate the entire Magisterium, has recently lost his father to political scheming and murder, and wants to take down the entirety of the remaining Venatori with one staff and maybe his teeth if he has to (hi, Dorian). But first, Dorian's going to drink his own body weight in whiskey and be a recluse for a while and start thinking about time magic again. Gal is trying to keep his head down and should definitely not be falling in love with said magister. Who's someday going to end up at one of the more southerly ports, come across a statue of the great Inquisitor, and go, Oh.

Stuff on Jensen's PT and rebuilding himself post-augs. More of Proprioception, basically.

Mer-AU where Marie De Sardet is still a diplomat attempting to make new connections, just not a human one, and it's a disaster. An awkward disaster. Highlights include her being framed as the beast trying to drown their best captain; her attempting to wobble about on brand-new legs and Vasco's coat while everyone assumes the dear captain has had a few too many; her asking Vasco if his "fascinating markings" glow; them getting into a duel, and her (fondly) getting punted off the side of the ship going "Woo-hoo." OK, I wrote a bit of that, but only a 1k doodle I'll probably never return to.

Non-Naut court AU where Marie gets promised to Bastien D'Arcy, because he's a bit of a layabout but he's also rich, popular at court, and amenable to bribe - [cough] suggestion, and the D'Arcys have prominent trading links with the Alliance. Instead she falls for his far less of a social butterfly, tired, worried-numbers-guy brother Léandre, who's pretty damn uncomfortable around Nauts because he's well aware he nearly got sold to them and he is not the favourite.

Straight-up role-reversal AU (another thing where I've put down 1k that I'll probably never return to), where Marie's Naut name is Paz, and she's a fed-up second-mate who's tired of noble idiots and feels a little strange and conflicted about her mark (and has context for it, because they make frequent crossings to Tír Fradí). Also a little more jaded, without the love of her mother, and not nearly as much of a tryhard as Vasco in canon; she ended up here because she had nowhere else to go and the Nauts were like "Ooh, free kid," and she's well aware. She gets stuck escorting the D'Arcy brothers to Tír Fradí for their new venture and is not looking forward to it. Except one of them is intensely bright and wry and keeps asking questions about the ship and noticing shit he is definitely not meant to notice, and they keep ending up in strange conversations, even if he seems really, really wary and uncomfortable about Nauts.

Some vague stuff about Vasco's thoughts on Jonas and that whole side quest, considering he's also a sea-given and implies sea-given take some shit in the Nauts, and also how damn difficult it must be watching a sea-given's parents endeavour to get their kid back when he knows full well his didn't do that for him.

Actually, just more Vasco POV in general, even though he's damn hard to nail down. I've written much pining for him from Marie's perspective, and I'd like to try things from the opposite. This guy's idea of wooing someone perfectly normally is to panic and then recite Baroque poetry. You know he's sappy as hell in the privacy of his own head, even if he's trying not to be.

Jean and Síora having the "I'm a sad healer who just lost my mother and I'm trying so hard not to crumble under the weight of assisting the leader" mutual talk way too late at night around the campfire and maybe him crying on her shoulder a little, with mutual kindness and the beginnings of attraction, and her finally getting past his jokey-smug facade to understand him.

More stuff about Jean's past in general, and how he wanted to be a doctor before he was dragged away from it by looking after Constantin and being nobility.

Síora and Eseld and the ways they changed over the years; something like an exploration of grief and growing her own will and the ways they very differently view the renaigse. Also maybe more about the en ol menawi magic, if I can worldbuild well enough?

I'd also love to do a GreedFall soulmark AU - it's generally not my kind of trope, I'm not into biological determinism type tropes - just because names and aliases and assumed identities are such a mess in GreedFall and it's a repeated plot point. That said, I feel like it's been done so beautifully in this fandom before that I wouldn't have much to add.

Callouts @ me: So. Many. Commas. So much over-explaining everything. If they get out of the car, your readers do not need a five-page manual of "and then he undid his seatbelt and leaned over to grasp the door handle, and then pulled it, and then stepped a foot out before he almost thought better of it - but no, he was going to get out of this car. The other foot joined the first, and he nearly banged his head on the doorframe."

Best writing traits: People say I have a head for finding small-but-important moments. I'm also told I write likeable protags. People have more than once said my writing makes them feel safe or makes them smile, and I really couldn't ask for more than that. I'll take those.

Spicy tangential opinion: I don't think I have any, really? Oh god, that makes me sound so very boring. Oh! Um. There should be more tree body horror in fandom. And body horror in general. *thumbsup*

No pressure tagging: @artemis-crimson, @eridanidreams,@rainypixel, @aphreal42.

#tru talks #memes #long post

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ohthatsviolet · 3 years

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Under the Weather

Pairing: Mirage/Octane

Words: 1.040

Summary: Elliott isn't feeling well on the flight back after a game. Octavio tries to make him feel better.

Ao3 mirror will be in the RBs. RB if you enjoy, it helps me out!

Elliott's head felt like it was going to explode as he buried it into one of the plush cushions in his room on the dropship. He'd had a pounding headache since the last game ended and he spent the whole afternoon praying that the post-game press events wouldn't go on for too long. Octavio had taken it upon himself to go and bother the other Legends in the search of pain medication on his behalf. Elliott whined pitifully to himself while he shifted about on the sofa-bed, unable to get comfortable. His clothes felt dirty and damp after today's stint in the arena but he just didn't have the energy to undress himself before collapsing into a sorry heap in his room. He’d never been the best with dealing with feeling unwell. His brothers would have made fun of him for it once, calling him a wuss despite sharing a similar quality themselves. Despite it being some years later now, Elliott still dealt with feeling under the weather the same way; curled up in bed, feeling sorry for himself.

He winced when the privacy panel to his room was slid to the side, allowing the chatter from his fellow Legends to flow from the common area and into his safe-space to assault his ears. He clenched his eyes tight as the clicking of his partner's footsteps soon followed; each metal step feeling like a punch to the side of the head. "Hey, compadres! I told you to keep it down! Elliott has a headache!" Elliott groaned, forcing his face further into his pillow. "Tav...shush. Please." "Oh, mierda. Sorry," the speedster whispered, as he sealed them back into the room and did his best to tip-toe towards him. "Mira. Ajay gave me these." Elliott pried an eye open and looked at the pill packet and water bottle Octavio was presenting to him, gratefully. He forced himself to sit up and accept them. He swallowed them down, almost choking due to his eagerness. "Ayy, slow down a little," Octavio told him, giving him a light pat on the back. "I can't believe I'm saying that. The things I do for you, eh?"

Elliott smiled meekly at him before dropping his head into his heads, his tired fingers rubbing over his forehead. "Hopefully those pills will kick in soon," Octavio said, beginning to remove his vest and stim belt. "You gonna get changed, amor?" "Do I have to? Can't I just...find a nice corner to crawl into and die?" "I don't think I can let you do that," the runner chuckled, dumping his gear on the floor, leaving himself in his cropped top and shorts. "If you were gone, what would I do for fun?" Octavio took a step towards him, concerned when his lover didn't crack a smile this time. "Hey...you're really having a rough time, huh? Want some help?" Elliott sighed loudly. "I don't know, babe." "I'll make it quick. Undressing you is one of my favourite activities." The trickster smiled slightly at that and nodded in agreement.

Octavio started with the straps of his holo-gear, flashing his partner a reassuring, crooked smile when he noticed the glint of fear in his eyes as his beloved gear was taken away from him. Octavio set it carefully on the dresser across the room before dropping to his knees in front of his partner. Elliott had begun to remove his scarf and chest plate himself, so the runner's eyes fell to his feet. He wrinkled his nose as he hooked a finger inside the band of his striped sock. "Ugh, you could've warned me before I got down here. Your feet stink." "Hey, are you here to help or insult me?" Elliott asked, tossing his removed items away. "You know me. I just say it how it is," Octavio replied, with a smirk. "That way when I do compliment you, you know it's true." He removed the other sock slowly, emitting fake, dramatic gags as he did so. The trickster rolled his eyes at the display but nudged the younger Legend's chest with his foot playfully, causing him to topple onto his backside. "I hate you sometimes." Octavio stuck his tongue out, wiggling his piercing at him in protest. "No you don't."

Elliott stripped himself down until he was left in his undershirt and briefs, taking the opportunity to lay back down and pull a blanket over himself, while Octavio dumped his discarded suit in the corner of the room. It wasn't long until he joined the trickster, clambering his way onto the bed and sitting down next to him, clutching his handheld gaming console. "You don't mind if I game for a bit, do you?" he asked, already slipping his earphones in. "Flight back is gonna take a few hours with the weather, they said." Elliott merely grunted in response, flopping his hand into the runner's lap. Octavio slid his hand into his awaiting one and Elliott's eyes roamed over the small doodles etched into his partner's skin in faded-black pen. They remained in a comfortable silence for some time, until Elliott decided to speak up.

"I think I might try and take a nap," he said, rubbing his spare hand over his forehead. "Maybe it'll do this headache some good." "Alright," Octavio replied with a nod. "I'll be here." "I guess I'll have to give you your hand back now, if you're gonna enjoy your game," Elliott chuckled quietly, watching as his partner not-so-subtly pushed his console to the side and replaced it with his phone instead. "Nah, I changed my mind. Gonna do some replying to comments or something. I can do that with one hand! You're all good." Elliott gave his fingers an appreciative squeeze. "I love you." "Yeah. I know," Octavio quipped, receiving a light jab to his ribs in response, causing him to giggle. "Dick." "Ayyy. Now, is that an insult or a request?" The trickster snorted into his pillow, despite trying to hide his amusement. "You are so annoying!" "Maybe," Octavio replied, teasingly. "But at least I know to make you laugh and feel better, right?”

Elliott simply hummed in response, finally allowing his eyes to fall closed. Octavio had a point there.

#apex legends #apex legends fanfic #apex legends mirage #apex legends octane #miroctane #gonna tag as #nsft #for the sake of one joke

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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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The Many Times He Tried To Kiss You and the One Time You Kissed Him

Secret santa event (by @bnhaclaimedmysoul) the gift for @energi-ball

A/N: what’s Christmas without a fic about mistletoe and a title that is longer than my will to live?;) To the person who is getting this, I hope that you like this and I somewhat lived up to your expectations as your secret santa!

Description: Kirishima almost gave up on creating the perfect moment for your first kiss when the holiday cheer decided to give him a helping hand.

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x reader

Word count: 2017

You two had been dating for far too long for this to even be a proper concern but right now, Kirishima Eijirou was having the biggest inner conflict as to when was the perfect occasion to have your first kiss.

Now before you laugh, like literally everyone else when he did so little as brought up the fact that it had been months since you accepted his confession but you two had yet kissed, please consider how your boyfriend was literally one of the most precious human beings out there and for him to share that moment with you under a circumstance that was anything less than perfect would be a dishonor to him, to you, his family, his heroic moralities, and his utter most aspiration of the positive display of manliness.

Well, that was a bit extra, wasn’t it? But at least you get just why he was so torn now. The point was, he wanted it to be a moment you could look back on years later and thought of it with a smile. A sweet reminiscent of young love that blossomed into something more because although it was yet another thing that people teased him about, he had full intention to follow the manliest promise there could be, ‘hand in hand, till the day you grow old’.

Basically, if it does not look like a scene straight out of a rom-com, it was not good enough.

The first time he even had the urge to initiate anything was during one of the rare moments that you two had the classroom to yourselves. Classes had already ended and on this rare weekend where there were no training after school, everyone had eagerly ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang to latch onto the free time that they probably wouldn’t get in a very long time if the chance was missed.

You did not need to go out, the times when everyone else was gone and it was just the two of you was the time you treasured the most.

Sitting down at the desk in front of you, Kiri looked up at you whilst laying on your desk. The angle made him look like a little puppy and you were sure that you could not get anything done if he kept staring at you like that.

“What are you doing?” He asked, leaning his head on his folded arms as he tilted it to the side, watching you with curiosity when you pulled out a few pens from your bag.

There were a few things that could melt your heart. Seeing your boyfriend who was big and beefy and had every part of his appearance screaming pure display of masculinity being such a big contrast to the way he looked and acting like nothing less of a soft guard dog by your side took up most of them.

“Trying to write the cards that I have yet to finish.” You smiled and started scribbling on the few envelopes that you had prepared. School had been so hectic that you didn’t have the energy to sit down in front of a desk and use your hand to write after each long day. Your plan was to grasp at each spare minute you could get to see if you could actually get all of them done before break.

Letting out a soft hummed, Kiri gently grabbed the wrist of your writing hand and lifted it just a bit to see what you had written. There was a (badly) drawn doodle of All Might at the corner of the card and he chuckled, knowing immediately who the card would be going to.

“Is mine in there as well?” He asked, motioning to the many empty cards that were littering all across the wooden surface.

Would it be malicious if you tease him a little? “I’m not planning to write you one.”

“What?” He exclaimed and pouted, resembling the look of a child who was scolded, “Why?”

Your boyfriend was very easy to understand, no hidden agendas or honey coated words, only genuine feelings behind everything he does. Now that he had his head lowered and only his eyes peeking out from his arms, you were starting to feel bad. “What can I possibly write on yours when I already tell you everything I feel about you?” You said and tried to get him to look at you by poking the sharp edges at the top of his head.

“Yeah, but...”

“I’m just messing with you, yours was the first one I wrote.”

You grinned as he immediately sat his back straight, absolutely beaming at you. How adorable, you thought as you reached out to caress his cheek, feeling your own fluster even more as he leaned into your touch.

The sun was setting outside and the golden sun casted a warm glow to everything it could shine on. You looked gorgeous, your eyes sparkling with affection and the golden hour doing wonders to your skin. Not that you weren’t always gorgeous, Kirishima thought to himself and felt a slight warmth creeping up to his cheeks.

Kissing in an empty classroom with a sunset by the window was romantic, right?

When he slowly got up and leaned towards you, your breath hitched at the back of your throat. You shut your eyes tight in anticipation when his face was closing in on yours. You heart was pounding when you felt his hot breath on yours.

You screamed when the loud sound of the door sliding open startled you. You opened your eyes only to see that Kiri had fallen back onto the chair, looking equally startled as you were.

Stiffly turning your gaze to the door, you paled when you realised that the intruder of your moment was none other than your teacher who looked rather displeased and tired as usual.

“Can you two get this somewhere that no one would see?” Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temple as he speak, “Now leave, the campus will be closed in 5 minutes.”

Your face was nearly as red as your boyfriend’s hair when you hastily grabbed your stuff and walked pass your teacher as you two left the room.

You know what people say about bad things coming in threes? Only in this case, the powers from above decided that failing three times was not enough.

The second time he tried to kiss you, you were at an arcade. Kirishima simply could not help himself when you cheered as you hit the target, the excitement on your face and the way you were breathing heavily only added to how lovely you looked. When he wrapped one arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, he was almost certain that this would be it. Until his hopes were rudely shattered when a small child pushed the two of your apart to reach his favourite game. Although he was smiling when the child’s mother apologized profusely, he was secretly screaming in frustration inside.

The third time it happened, it was right after training. Training to be a hero was rough, trying to be good at it was even rougher. As the alarm indicating that the time was up blasted through your ears, you could not control yourself but to lie on the cold hard floor and collect your breath. From the corner of your eye, you could see Kiri jogging his way to you with breathing just as irregular as yours. Sweat was dripping from his body and you had no shame in letting him know just how much you appreciated that sight. Nothing gets him going like knowing that you appreciated his form that he got from pure hard work. As he pulled you up from the ground, he helped you steady yourself onto the ground. You leaned on his shoulder, not caring about how he was covered in sweat and grim at all. When he leaned down, the both of you jumped in horror when the speaker suddenly started blasting from the top of your heads.

“CAN! YOU! TWO! BEHAVE! YOURSELVES! WE ARE STILL HERE????”

It was when the soul wrenching, ear piercing noise voice of Present Mic stabbed through your ear drums that you remembered that the training was watched by literally everyone in another room. They would never let you live it down.

By the fifth time, he had given up trying. Literally anything that could go wrong happened. Hell, he was sure that he slipped on a banana peel at one point and we all know that it was quite realistically impossible.

The odds were not on his side, and he had decided to just let it be.

Taking a sip of your drink, you laughed as you watch whatever shenanigans your classmates were up to.

When Mina suggested to hold a Christmas party at the dorm, no one expected it to turn out like this. Somehow, they had managed to completely revamp the yard in just hours time. You could barely recognize the space you live in when you walked in to see fairy lights hanging everywhere and a huge table set up in the middle with refreshments piled up on it.

It seemed like the holiday spirit was not enough to stop your friends from being chaotic. Bakugou was yelling at Midoriya as usual, but he still shoved whatever the green-haired kid gave him into his pocket. Sero challenged Kaminari to pour the entire bag of doritos in his mouth and someone should probably stopped them before someone die choking. Todoroki was attempting to create snow with the analysis of Yaoyorozu and Iida while Tokoyami sat at the side, saying that someone of darkness like him was not one for the cheer but you could see him smiling at the mess as well. All in all, everyone was having a good time and for the first time in forever, you felt more like an average teenager than a hero-to-be that lives on the edge.

“Not gonna join?” You smiled as you felt the sudden warmth that radiated next to you and looked to your side to see Kiri with an amused grin.

You shook your head with a laugh. “No, I much prefer watching.”

Humming in response, he followed your gaze to the rest of the class. They sure were a fun bunch to be around, no doubt.

His heart flustered when he felt a sudden weight on the side of his arm. Leaning onto him, you yawned as you smothered your face onto his arm. “I’m starting to get a bit tired.”

Gently tugging a piece of your hair behind your ear, he asked in no more but a whisper, “Want me to tug you in?”

“Please do.” You said and held onto his arm that was wrapped securely around your waist. As you reached the glass door to the indoors, there was a sudden shout from afar that made you snapped your head back in question.

“Oi, Kirishima!” Kaminari yelled with both hands around his mouth and gave his friend a big thumbs up, mouthing a good luck.

The two of you looked at each other, completely puzzled as to what made them so excited all of a sudden. Sero laughed and pointed at the top of your head. Following his pointing fingers, your eyes widened when you saw the small plant hanging at the door frame.

With the roars and wolf whistles from your friends, Kirishima looked down at you but avoided your gaze. “We can just go if you don’t-”

He was cut of by the crisp sound of your laugh. You cupped his cheek and he froze at the contact. You looked stunning under the lights.

“Merry Christmas.” You whispered into his lips before sealing the distance between you and him. He smiled as his hand found its way to the back of your head, savouring the much waited kiss. Although the cheers of your friends filled the air, it felt like it was just the two of you.

It could not have gone any more perfectly.

#bnha imagines #bnha imagine #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro #kirishima imagine #kirishima eijiro x reader #red riot #bnha x reader #bnha writers fest #bnha secret santa #bnha #boku no hero academia

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linsneedshugs · 4 years

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Although the last episodes of SU Future don’t come out til Sunday and April 5 for my region, I want to thank all the folks who worked on this show for giving me immense amounts of inspiration. I’m gonna talk a bit (cough cough understatement) about my experience with Steven Universe these past 7 years so feel free to read or not.

Like everyone in this wonderful community, I will miss SU so much and it will always be a series that will be cherished in my heart for years to come!

It really is over, isn’t it?

This is almost like a recap of when my life started haha. 2013 was an important year for me; like all preteens, I was going through so many changes. I found comfort in watching anime and cartoons. My earliest experiences with Steven Universe was watching the Season 1 episodes and laughing. But Cartoon Network kept replaying episodes and SU became background noise as I played games on the computer and I forgot about the show for a year (thanks Five Nights at Freddy’s 2014 ftw).

Fast forward to March 2015 (around the release of Jail Break but before Full Disclosure) I discovered that Garnet was a fusion the whole time and me, being unware of events since the slice-of-life first half of S1, forgot what a fusion was (ironically, Giant Woman was the episode that replayed the most). Who was Jasper? And who was this Peridot and was she gonna rap?!?! Confused but eager to learn about what I missed, I binged the episodes on YouTube (back when you could watch entire seasons of stuff on there haha). I was caught up and in love with the series again.

Season 2 contained some of my favourite episodes EVER and that was probably because of the gREAT AND LOVABLE PERIDOT! Yes, my blog became Peridot spam. 2016 was the year of Peridot. I loved all her episodes and her arc and I am proud to say my younger brother and I watched “Catch and Release” numerous times in a row until we basically memorized all the lines (I can’t remember anymore but I still love that ep). “YOU CLOD” became a go-to diss. The hiatuses were unbearable but the Stevenbombs made up for them. Oh wait I almost forgot about SARD YARD OH HO HO!

When Lapis came back in Season 3 ... I just fell in love with her. I secretly loved Lapidot a lot because of this vid of Peridot and Lapis singing to “What Is This Feeling?” from Wicked (this leads to more things but I’m focusing on SU ahha). I didn’t tag Lapidot stuff as Lapidot bc of ship discourse but I just fully embraced it at some point. Now, I love that Peridot is aro/ace and I love to think of Lapis and Peridot as platonic besties who goof around haha but will kill you if harm their friends (+Bismuth makes it way more fun). Back to Lapis, I think her Bob persona just got me. Hit the Diamond is another fave episode (I doodled her a lot after this ep). This season was filled with so MUCH... Bismuth, Jasper and some good Beach City folks eps. AND SMOKY QUARTZ AHHH! My favourite fusion design *chef’s kiss* got some development for Amethyst! MWAHHH!

Season 4 was crazy. I remember feeling like ... EHEH.. So Rose wasn’t as great as we thought she was. .. and then Blue Diamond and Yellow Diamond aHHH. And also Pink Diamond WHO?! Is Pink ROSEEE theories.. good times. ARE YOU MY DADDDD?!??? So much speculation about Pink and Rose. I think this season was an okay transition to more plot related episodes.

Season 5 oh gosh the hiatuses. Let’s see.. early/mid 2017, various points in 2018, and finally January 2019... dang. I think while waiting for the next episodes to come, I was busy getting into other series but kept SU somewhere in my head. I feel like I started to draw fanart less as my blog became a site for me to dump all my fandom stuff hehEH 00F. But this season was filled with some great episodes and memorable stuff. Lars big OOF, we learn about what truly happened to Pink, WEDDING TIME (I bought the DVD bc I LOVE), and all that Diamond stuff at the end.. super all over the place but I love it.

And then the movie happened and now HERE WE ARE IN THE FUTURE. (I didn’t talk about songs but know that I love them all haaaaa and even learned a few ukulele chords HAha).

Oh geez, I feel like I just relived some major moments in my life and now I feel woozy ahaa~ Nevertheless, I consider Steven Universe to be one of the important plot points in my life. It really helped me become more knowledgeable in the aspect of LGBT issues and representation and even my own identity. Despite some negative things in the fandom, there were still some positives to it. To all these amazing artists drawing fanart, super cool cosplayers, singers, and other talented folk who are a part of this beautiful fanbase, thank you. And thanks again to the Crewniverse and others who have worked on this show! Now I feel like crying ... and I’m smiling while I type this .. memories.. feels..

*Lapis voice* Okay. Bye.

#steven universe #steven universe future #su #peridot #fanart #doodles #lins doodles #shuddup lins #I AM sOBBINg

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papa-1-rights-activist · 4 years

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Could you tell us some things about your characters?

thank you so much for this ask :D sorry for such a late response, but ngl i got very excited and started writing shit down as soon as i saw it, but then it turned into an entire essay and i had to cut down a ton of stuff until i decided to write it in a list of some sort kjhgkjfgkfg

currently i have like 11 fan characters in total so i will start with 4 to not infodump too much at a time

and i’ll admit that literally all of these guys were made for shipping purposes, but they all have different personalities and dynamics with canon characters. i’m such a sucker for writing couples, so many things to explore, that’s like my favourite thing ;w;

it got very long so imma put it under the cut \o/ (hopefully it works bc tumblr has been pretty unpredictable lately)

sorry if it’s probably way more than just “some things” but i couldn’t help it, i just love these guys so much and i don’t get to talk about them often u v u

e n j o y ~

imma start with the one you guys are more familiar with

Lucas

one of the cardinals in Ghost’s church

Mexican

in his late 40s (like 46-47)

hardworking, ambitious

pretty composed

huge „your teacher from english class who’s also a dad” energies

his character can be summed up to, as someone has said, „he’d kindly but sternly correct your shitty posture”

currently takes the 3rd place of most „best employee of the month” awards (Copia is 4th at that time)

he and Copia start off as rivals for the 2nd place (bc no one can beat whoever is the 1st)

but wouldn’t you guessed it, they end up dating

Lucas has a fair collection of various rodents, including rats. Actually, he’s the one who infected Copia with love for them. Luc prefers ferrets (that’s a rodent right kjhfgkjgh)

he doesn’t really get angry, but when he does he really goes off

he writes poetry, which is actually very, very bad, but Copia loves it to bits which makes Luc feel validated to write more

because his language is so similar to italian, Lucas can implement a lot of spanish into his conversations with Copia, while the other will reply in italian and they will still understand each other (ofc there are some exceptions that result in miscommunication, but that just makes it all more fun)

Copia shared with him that he’s writing music for his album (even tho he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone) and Lucas was more than happy to help him in the process…which was mostly moral support and a few suggestions.

he loves calling Copia “cariño”, “mi amorcito”, “mi alegría” and other cute names in spanish

once Lucas mentioned he used to play flute and Copia immediately decided to include a flute solo in one of his songs, so Luc could play it. Unfortunately things didn’t go as he planned and he had to change it to sax solo

The thing about Lucas is that Imperator sees him as a threat. She’s been plotting with Copia to get him to papacy for a long time, but in the end she isn’t the one who decides who will be in charge, so Copia has to work hard to deserve it. He was already a hard worker, but unfortunately Lucas works harder. It creates this dillema for Copia, bc on one hand he does want to become Papa and in order to do that he has to get rid off competition. But on the other he loves Lucas and he wants what’s best for him.

(i’ll probably post the pic above in a separate post with other doodles, i just wanted to show sth new and relevant)

Elise & Greg

Imma put these two together bc it’s impossible to talk about one without the other.

they work together in a company that takes art commisions such as paintings & murals and their restorations. They’re both pretty skilled in those departments, except Elise specialises in art restoration while Greg specialises in murals and frescos. And ofc one day they’re hired by the church.

they’re both pretty good at painting (but the thing about restoration is that you don’t have to be a great artist to do that, it has more to do with chemistry tbh)

They live together and have been very good friends for a few years now

they both went through some traumatic events in their lives, but maybe i’ll leave that part for another day (or i’ll leave it in my fanfic they’re from that i need to finish ;w;)

they’re very supportive of each other, but also they like to mess with one another

their chat is filled with horny texts about other people

Elise

34 years old

British

a bit awkward, tends to stutter when nervous

very sweet overall, feels the need to be everyone’s therapist

autistic, which shows mostly through her sensitivity to certain textures

hates onions (bc the texture is awful)

gets very emotional very quickly when she sees cute animals. She will use her baby talk to speak with them (which is sth that Copia does too with his rats and once he catches her doing that as well, he feels less embarrased about it)

Cirrus was the first one from the church to actually talk to her and show her around, making her feel a bit more welcome in an unfamiliar place

she talks through her sleep. A lot. Copia finds it very amusing…and adorable.

she discovers that Papa III has fallen hard for her friend way before he himself realises that, but then she’s also the kind of person to not see her own feelings for someone

she finds working on restoration quite relaxing. It’s sth she can fixate over and do for hours (even tho it’s not recommended)

a bit of a workaholic

another thing she finds relaxing is sitting in a corner somewhere warm and doodling people she sees around the abbey (mostly those she finds attractive lol so mostly Cirrus and Copia)

eventually ends up with Copia and Cirrus in a poly relationship

she also finds Cumulus cute, but the ghoulette isn’t interested in another romantic relationship. the one she has with Cirrus is enough for her.

Elise’s relationship with Copia is basically two dorks trying to impress the other while trying not to be too obvious about it, while her relationship with Cirrus is bisexual equivalent of „shy nerd has a crush on a cool girl leading the cheerleaders squad and shopes she doesn’t know. She knows.”

(had to doodle sth real quick bc i can’t believe that i don’t have a single good pic of him lol)

Greg

37 years old

Polish (bc ofc he is)

pretty stoic, might come off as cold

he gives cute nicknames to people he likes (in polish ofc)

he’s actually pretty cheesy and wholesome, but you wouldn’t know that bc he shows his affection through a language that no one understands (which is what he wants, he doesn’t want others to know he actually cares)

has some trust issues, so it’s harder for him to become friends with people

huge Scorpions fan. no, like really, he’s obsessed and will share his music taste with whoever will listen (which is mostly Eli and Papa III lol)

knows a few words in italian, but mostly those related to art after he’s been studying it for a few years. He doesn’t speak it, but he can read it.

he owns a guitar signed by Kirk Hammett (his musical crush)

he’s the kind of guy who will call the person he likes „my dear”, „my love”, „sweet pea” in his mother language and then tell that person it means „dickhead”, „loser” and „lazy ass”

his stay at the abbey is just laying under the ceiling and doing fresco for most of the day, visiting Elise in her art studio and dealing with Papa’s bullshit

Papa eventually starts coming up to lay beside Greg on the construction and watch him work. They tend to just lay in silence while a mix of Scorpions and ABBA plays from the radio. There’s barely any space for a second person, but Greg would lie if he said he didn’t find it endearing.

one time Greg fell off the construction and broke his leg bc of that dumbass (but it’s his dumbass uwu)

anyway he eventually starts dating Papa III

Papa purrs to Greg in italian and Greg speaks sweet words to him in polish (tho it took him a lot of time to get comfortable with that)

their relationship is your typical „1 brain cell and 1 dumbass” and under certain circumstances simply „2 disastrous dumbasses”

they once burnt down Elise’s apartment on accident and the only things they managed to save were the art supplies and Greg’s guitar

anyway

here are these guys in comparison to their partners in this silly style, bc all the other drawings are outdated ;w;

Melea

45 years old

American

fashion designer commissioned byt the Ghost’s church

huge fan of old rock

for a long time her relationship with Papa III was purely professional. He came to her studio, she took some measurements, they discussed what he would like and then he left and they didn’t see each other until the next meeting to try the outfit on, to make some changes, or for another project.

well that is until she asked him to stop putting his face paint on so he wouldn’t ruin the fabrics

i share this popular headcanon that Papa III is pretty self conscious about his clean face, so it was kind of hard to convince him at first

eventually their sessions became that much more personal because of that

she’s a bit superstitious, believing that some things may cause bad luck

collects crystals with good energy

she’s in a way a modern witch…but it’s not like she tries to be one

knows french fairly well, which allows her to talk to Papa (who also speaks it) when they don’t want others to understand them.

huge mum energy

loooves watching conspiracy theories. Sometimes she will pick one of the more ridiculous ones during her sessions with Papa and will argue and try to convince him it’s true, making it seem like she fully believes it, even if she doesn’t – just to fuck with him

and a few times she actually did convince him. Then had to tell him she wasn’t serious and oh my god the millenials aren’t killing the pillow industry by going vegan

anyway at some point they start dating which eventually leads to them getting married ;w;

her relationship with Papa is very soft and romantic. they have the same energy as Morticia and Gomez in regard of how loving they are to each other

also some chibis of these two bc again, all the other drawings are a bit outdated ;w;

#asks #sweet-marionette #it was so much fun \o/#my art #ff talk #art talk

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✞" 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; SAM && THE AUTISTIC SPECTRUM

I’m really not sure whether I’ve made a post about this before , but I’m gonna do it now anyway . Anyone who’s written with me a lot && spoken to me out of character will know that I headcanon Sam as a HIGH FUNCTIONING autistic person . This means that although i see him as on the spectrum —————— it doesn’t IMPEDE on his life on a way VISIBLE to anyone watching from the outside . ( very close friends && family however are a different story . ) I just want to lay out a few of the characteristics && habits that he has ( which will also show why i DO headcanon him as autistic && feel that he is on the spectrum in canon as well . )

IN CANON ;

ANODYNE NAMES : It’s incredibly obvious to anyone who has played UC4 && LL that Sam ALWAYS without any instances to the contrary , refers to people by their FULL first names . He doesn’t take well to nicknames or shortened names . Even continues to call Sully VICTOR when it appears that nobody else in his vicinity refers to him as such . Sam sees these labels as SAFE because they’re the most ‘true’ && refuses to stray from them .

SPOTLIGHT FOCUS : We’ve seen that from his teen years && onward —————— Sam has FIXATIONS on certain subjects that he remains attached to for long periods of time . He READS a lot on these subjects && seems to have real LOVE for them . It would seem ODD to most people that someone as young as Sam in the flashbacks has a collection of && an affinity for INCREDIBLY old books about PYRATES && sailorship . Except we know that he does —————— we even know that his FAVOURITE book is one that is incredibly old && FACTUAL . It appears that ( unlike most other kids who enjoy subject like pirates ) Sam WILLFULLY sticks to non fiction , && wants to absorb as much truth on his favourite subjects as possible .

QUICK TEMPER : What I’m not trying to say here is that Autistic people are INHERENTLY violent . But Frustration occurring easily && RAPIDLY is an autistic trait. Sam , a boy && then a man who doesn’t ever REALLY have much support && DEFINITELY none in the neurology department —————— of COURSE would find it difficult to keep his temper when he’s never been taught ways of controlling his frustrations .

ALSO UNCONTROLLABLE EXCITEMENT : for the same reasons as stated above , we can PLAINLY see that Sam has an issue with holding himself back when he’s excited about something . Even MORE so than Nate , he tends to throw himself into dangerous && ILLEGAL situations because there’s an END he wants to reach , but QUICKLY forgets that the means in which he tries to attain it may not be good for him . The most obvious event that shows this is when he goes BACK for Avery’s treasure && gets himself trapped —————— although we also see it when he’s younger && takes Nate to break into a house on the OFF CHANCE of finding something related to their mother .

STIMMING : Sam is a smoker , he ALWAYS has something in his hands - if not a cigarette - a pencil as he doodles all over Nate’s journal ( && i assume his own ) —————— coins that he found as clues , on the plane you can see him rolling it around in his hands . When he doesn’t have anything , he can be seen to curl && uncurl his fingers , CLENCH && relax his hands .

IN MY WRITING ;

COMPULSIVE LYING : Now , Sam’s personality disorder is something COMPLETELY different to his autism && I’m not going to pretend that it’s related in any other way than they can flare each other up . If Sam is low && therefore struggling to control his lying —————— he can become rather quiet && withdrawn , more likely to be found lost in one of his fixations or STIMMING more . His lying ( although he’s USED to it ) still upsets him && strong emotions can cause him to be frustrated && unable to function as well as he’d like to . In turn , things not WORKING as well as his behaviours would like him to can cause him to lie MORE as it lowers his mood && feelings of safety .

ATTACHMENTS : Sam is a LITTLE bit of a hoarder . Especially of objects && papers that relate to his fixations . He can also be seen to become rather ATTACHED to people too —————— && become distant && frustrated when the attachment isn’t seen to be reciprocated . This HOWEVER doesn’t stop him from CONTINUING to have that attachment . This can also be shown in his REFUSAL to let ‘ THE WATERY GRAVE ‘ be no more . That’s an ATTACHMENT that he’s not willing to let go of && he’s willing to drive himself into the ground to keep it alive .

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑; study #✞#✞ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑; headcanon #✞" 𝐈𝐍𝐓 ; out of character #i'll add anything more if it comes to me

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