Giovanni woke up, like he does everyday. Soulmateless, alone, and depressed. 'arc.' he thought, 'All I want is one thingā¦ 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 ALREADYā¦." he growled to himself moreso than his soulmate.
He peeled out onto the road, not paying attention, untilā¦.
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 seenā¦ 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 glowā¦ he had found him.
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Ā āDo you use your tail or your arms to swim more?ā Manatsu asked.
Ā Lauraās nose wrinkled as she replied, āWhat kind of question is that?ā
Ā āIām just curious because,ā Manatsuās 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, āif you could do this, then I wouldnāt have to carry you around quite so much.ā
Ā āManatsuā¦ā Laura huffed. āI think that would attract much more attention than anything else, a mermaidās tail flailing in the air.ā
Ā Manatsu laughed, āYeah, trueā¦ā She managed to speak somewhere in her giggles.
Ā 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 Manatsuās disturbed hair and smile.
Ā āYou make a cute little circus sideshow.ā Laura told her, still petting her hair even though it was well and truly off Manatsuās 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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āAndā¦ well, I was wondering ifāā
āYeah?ā 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 sophomoreās head, a stray curl falling prettily out of place.
Jaimeās never really had a crush before.
āWell, you know the dance is next weekend?ā
āYeah?ā
āAnd I know this might be kinda weird but if you wanted to, I was gonna askā¦ā
āMhmā¦?ā
A flicker of a knowing sparkle in his green eyes. God.
āā¦If, um? Maybe you wanted to go with me?ā
Laughter. Bright and bold and startling, making an already on edge Jaime jump, confused. Dread in his chestā Bart was laughing at him. The idea that heād ever go to the dance with Jaime was funny to him, this was funny to him, heā
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.
āWallyā!ā
āI told you heād ask, squirtāā
āYouāre so embarrassing! Go back inside, why were you just standing there anyway, youāre soāā
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.
āIām so sorry. Thatās my cousin. He hates me.ā
Jaime couldnāt help the little smile that came across his face at what he assumed to be a joke, and based on the blushing boyās 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 wasnāt 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.
Heād 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 didnāt talk much, only seeing each other for snippets of the day, in a class or two, in the halls.
āHey, blue,ā Heād said, that cute smile. Jaime remembered confusion.
āBlue?ā
āYeah, ās your nickname now,ā 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 Jaimeās blue hoodie, gently, āCause of this. Youāre always wearing it.ā
āOh.ā
āWeāre friends, arenāt we?ā
It was months ago. Every day after, that bright voice calling him from anywhere, āBlue!ā
It might as well had been his name.
The day that hoodie had gone missing, heād 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.
āYou left it yesterday,ā Heād explained with a sleepy, playful smile, āI can see why you wear it all the time. Itās soft. And it smells like you.ā
Heād been knocked a little dizzy for the rest of the day.
When heād 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 wasnāt sure what to do with himself, he was so nervous. He wasnāt sure how he could ever do anything that wouldnāt be monumentally disappointing to this beautifully wild boy.
āI canāt dance.ā
Jaime wasnāt sure heād heard him right, at first, until he felt his grip on his hand tighten as those green eyes turned up to meet his.
āā¦You canāt?ā
āNo.ā
āReally?ā
āYes, blue,ā Bart huffed, his eyes turning down almost childishly. Embarrassed? A red tint to his cheeks. Jaime couldnāt 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 couldnāt help smiling. He couldnāt help feeling like the two of them would be okay, as he took his dateās hands and led him out.
āI do. Iāll show you, okay?ā
āOkay,ā Bart replied, a little breathless. Jaime thinking in circles about how astronomically unmatched he was to Bartā 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, BartĀ 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 havenāt been answering asks but I have a lot of things Iām working on, plus my need for free time so that I donāt get anxious and stressed is prominent lately. As of now I really have to work on chapter 7 of the fic Iām working on because I havenāt written in over three weeks.Ā
Itās called The Forgotten Friend Club and itās a crossover fic with bmc. It focuses on the mental health of Jared, Michael, Jeremy, and Evan, along with what Iām hoping will be somewhat more realistic effects of the connor project and the squip. Itās not exactly a gen fic, but the relationships arenāt theĀ mainĀ 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 itās all one-sided) There is what Iāve lovingly named kleinmell (Jared/Michael) and heeresen (Evan/Jeremy). As of now there isnāt 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.
Iāve 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 weāll talk.))
Ā 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.
Ā 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 Miyukiās 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 iāve seen. enjoy~
as soon as I saw this I was struck with inspiration, you lucky bastard
- Mod Merry
Akaneās 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 couldnāt 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.
