Giovanni woke up, like he does everyday. Soulmateless, alone, and depressed. 'arc.' he thought, 'All I want is one thing⌠is that too much to ask?'
He got up and dressed himself, in his usual suit and tie.
"I'm going out. make sure red eats." he said to a random grunt, who nodded and quickly went to find Giovannis son.
He left for the garage, taking his fancy lamborgini, ignoring the taunting red string tied around his finger.
"Damnit. It'd be GREAT if you could just SHOW UP ALREADYâŚ." he growled to himself moreso than his soulmate.
He peeled out onto the road, not paying attention, untilâŚ.
WHAM.
He panicked at the sound, slamming on his breaks. His car!!! That thing cost him a fortune!!! Not that he couldn't afford another but, it's the principle!!! He jumped out as fast as he could to yell at the person he may or may not have hit.
"Hey!! What the hells your-" he cut himself off as he laid eyes upon the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen⌠and the string on his finger almost tugged him forward. Without thinking, he stepped forward, kneeling down to link hands with the stranger. As he did, the string began to glow⌠he had found him.
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 âDo you use your tail or your arms to swim more?â Manatsu asked.
 Lauraâs nose wrinkled as she replied, âWhat kind of question is that?â
 âIâm just curious because,â Manatsuâs voice trailed off and with a flourish, she was off her feet and onto her hands, her legs dangling over her head loosely as she kept shifting her weight from one wrist to the other to maintain her balance in her handstand, âif you could do this, then I wouldnât have to carry you around quite so much.â
 âManatsuâŚâ Laura huffed. âI think that would attract much more attention than anything else, a mermaidâs tail flailing in the air.â
 Manatsu laughed, âYeah, trueâŚâ She managed to speak somewhere in her giggles.
 Somewhere in her giggles too, she lost balance and fell heels over her head, rather than the other way around. She moaned as her world spun as she took that tumble and Laura laughed. Manatsu glared; she had grass stains all over her now and a few red marks to match. Laura leaned in from the little creek that she was perched in. She pushed aside Manatsuâs disturbed hair and smile.
 âYou make a cute little circus sideshow.â Laura told her, still petting her hair even though it was well and truly off Manatsuâs face now.
fic request-- Bart/Jaime being super nervous and flustered to ask Bart/Jaime to go with him to the school dance? And when they show up to the dance it turns out one of them doesn't know how to dance and is super awkward about it? I don't know something cute and fluffy to cheer us both up :) I love your blog btw! I'm sorry that girl's really mean to you but we have your back!
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âAnd⌠well, I was wondering ifââ
âYeah?â Sparkling green eyes, a cute, reckless smile. Jaime wonders if Bart Allen knows he looks like an angel, or if it really is just an impossibly miraculous accident. A little tilt of the sophomoreâs head, a stray curl falling prettily out of place.
Jaimeâs never really had a crush before.
âWell, you know the dance is next weekend?â
âYeah?â
âAnd I know this might be kinda weird but if you wanted to, I was gonna askâŚâ
âMhmâŚ?â
A flicker of a knowing sparkle in his green eyes. God.
ââŚIf, um? Maybe you wanted to go with me?â
Laughter. Bright and bold and startling, making an already on edge Jaime jump, confused. Dread in his chestâ Bart was laughing at him. The idea that heâd ever go to the dance with Jaime was funny to him, this was funny to him, heâ
It took Jaime all of three seconds to realize Bart was not laughing. His face was flushed red, visibly embarrassed himself as he whipped around to face the laughing boy behind him, and of their conversation Jaime could make out most.
âWallyâ!â
âI told you heâd ask, squirtââ
âYouâre so embarrassing! Go back inside, why were you just standing there anyway, youâre soââ
The boy was still blushing when Wally finally left, a hand raking back through his own pretty auburn curls. Green eyes fell back on Jaime.
âIâm so sorry. Thatâs my cousin. He hates me.â
Jaime couldnât help the little smile that came across his face at what he assumed to be a joke, and based on the blushing boyâs matching of his smile, it was.
Frazzled. That was the word. Absolutely frazzled, throughout his entire being. That was the word to describe him on the day of the dance.
Bart looked absolutely stunning, of course. Jaime wasnât sure why he expected any different than better than he could imagine. His curly auburn hair was messy, as always, but in a pretty, stylish way. A red button up that complemented him perfectly, making the stunning green of his eyes look even greener. Making him, already gorgeous, ethereal.
Heâd stepped out messing with his cuffs, an adorably frustrated look on his face, before he threw one of those adorable smiles at Jaime and let one hand drop from that task, the other playing absently with a curl. God, he was so cute. Frazzled.
Jaime had had the biggest crush on him for almost a year. The two didnât talk much, only seeing each other for snippets of the day, in a class or two, in the halls.
âHey, blue,â Heâd said, that cute smile. Jaime remembered confusion.
âBlue?â
âYeah, âs your nickname now,â His head had tilted to the side, in a playful way, spilling a pretty auburn curl into his pretty green eyes as he reached out to tug on Jaimeâs blue hoodie, gently, âCause of this. Youâre always wearing it.â
âOh.â
âWeâre friends, arenât we?â
It was months ago. Every day after, that bright voice calling him from anywhere, âBlue!â
It might as well had been his name.
The day that hoodie had gone missing, heâd spent an entire morning looking for it before reluctantly going to school without it. And when he walked into first block, there was none other than Bart Allen sitting at his desk, his legs up playfully on his desk as he chatted with a mutual friend of theirs. Wearing the damn hoodie.
âYou left it yesterday,â Heâd explained with a sleepy, playful smile, âI can see why you wear it all the time. Itâs soft. And it smells like you.â
Heâd been knocked a little dizzy for the rest of the day.
When heâd cried in the hallway and Bart had sat beside him, laid his head on his shoulder, wiped his tears away and called him by his name it felt like he was melting.
Bart held his hand while they went inside, Jaime feeling dizzy. He wasnât sure what to do with himself, he was so nervous. He wasnât sure how he could ever do anything that wouldnât be monumentally disappointing to this beautifully wild boy.
âI canât dance.â
Jaime wasnât sure heâd heard him right, at first, until he felt his grip on his hand tighten as those green eyes turned up to meet his.
ââŚYou canât?â
âNo.â
âReally?â
âYes, blue,â Bart huffed, his eyes turning down almost childishly. Embarrassed? A red tint to his cheeks. Jaime couldnât believe it.
But it was so cute. Something about this wonderfully wild boy, his friend, his crush, not knowing how to dance was so irresistibly cute that he couldnât help smiling. He couldnât help feeling like the two of them would be okay, as he took his dateâs hands and led him out.
âI do. Iâll show you, okay?â
âOkay,â Bart replied, a little breathless. Jaime thinking in circles about how astronomically unmatched he was to Bartâ Bart was thinking the exact same way, not for the life of him able to understand how such a wonder of a boy would pick him.
Trailing behind him, Bart wonders if Jaime Reyes knows he looks like an angel, or if it really is just an impossibly miraculous accident.
((hey guys, I know I havenât been answering asks but I have a lot of things Iâm working on, plus my need for free time so that I donât get anxious and stressed is prominent lately. As of now I really have to work on chapter 7 of the fic Iâm working on because I havenât written in over three weeks.Â
Itâs called The Forgotten Friend Club and itâs a crossover fic with bmc. It focuses on the mental health of Jared, Michael, Jeremy, and Evan, along with what Iâm hoping will be somewhat more realistic effects of the connor project and the squip. Itâs not exactly a gen fic, but the relationships arenât the main focus of the fic as of now. I would describe the main focus as the boys learning how to deal with their issues and accepting the fact that they have them, along with how friendships and relationships can have either a positive or negative impact on life. Learning how to forgive and how to take responsibility for your actions is also a very big part of it.
I feel like the biggest shocker here is that, no, there is no kleinsen and there is no boyf riends. (or, technically there is, but itâs all one-sided) There is what Iâve lovingly named kleinmell (Jared/Michael) and heeresen (Evan/Jeremy). As of now there isnât much going on between the boys, mostly plot and friendship, but eventually there will be more of that. If any of you happen to be interested in giving it a read, go here.
Iâve improved my writing a lot during the course of this fic so I hope that if any of you give it a read, you will enjoy it. If you happen to read it and want to help me proofread some of my future chapters, send me a pm and weâll talk.))
 Wolfrun had always thought that the shining, shimmering spiels of the Pretty Cure were nothing but sheltered flights of fancy of cute, tiny humans who could never understand him.
 As he sat with Miyuki, his head in her lap, she read aloud passages from Little Red Riding Hood and fluffed up the top of his head with pride whenever he, the wolf, appeared in it, he felt as though he was wrong. He liked the feeling of Miyukiâs hand in his fur and how the sunlight streamed through the foliage of the tree they both lounged beneath in idyllic serenity.
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more self promotion,, a fluffy, more lighthearted darunodo fic this time inspired by some stills from the show pushing daisies that iâve seen. enjoy~
as soon as I saw this I was struck with inspiration, you lucky bastard
- Mod Merry
Akaneâs heart was pounding faster and faster, her hands were shaking as she smoothed out the poster on her wall, making sure there were no air bubbles. It was harder than it looked to get it all straight the end result was perfect. Glistening, glossy perfection. Those lips especially and Akane couldnât help herself. She gave Brian Taylor a huge kiss on the lips. A kiss that happened to be her first kiss. Even if it was just on an advertisement poster that she may or may not have stolen from the local video store for his new recorded show.
