madimpossibledreamer: Eye from manga drawing. (edgeworth)
Still breathing.  Have been having lots of Vitamin C, though, and I really hate this.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover
Summary: Anya's jealous.
Word Count: 500
Rating: Teen

          Anya’s apparently jealous of me, which makes me roll my eyes.  Like I want to replace her.  The only reason she’s not tempted to go back to being a vengeance demon just to deal with me is that I’m in a different city and therefore can’t continue (not that we ever went that far, but I don’t think she understands the concept of a teenage romance) to give him orgasms.  Like I would. 
          She’d probably be angrier if he told her what we talked about, but he doesn’t, and apparently that makes her insecure. 
          Mostly I’m angry at her because she doesn’t know who she is as a human enough for her to be secure about a relationship, and she wants the American Dream which he’ll never be normal enough to give her, and she loves him more than she realizes but a lot of it at the moment is his money, and maybe it’s a little hypocritical (well, to the woman I used to be, anyway), but the thought of her acting as a misguided gold-digger makes my blood boil.  “I just—and I don’t care if you tell anyone I said this because no one would believe it anyway—I think you can do better than someone who only’s interested in you for your money.  Or mainly interested in you for your money.”
          He sighs into the phone and turns to stare at the traffic.  “I’m not—I’m not arguing with you, I just—”  He drums his fingers against his chest in a distracted pattern I’ve come to recognize.  “I do like her.  I do.  I’m not sure I love her, but you date to find that out, right?  And she needs me.  Maybe we’re not perfect for each other, but if you’ve seen the way everyone else treats her…”
          I can imagine, unfortunately.  Not that any of them do it intentionally, but it happens.  It’s easy to be distracted when you’re fighting for your life so much.
          “You could be just friends.  It’s helped me enough,” I point out, but he shakes his head.
          “I don’t think she’d accept or recognize it, unfortunately,” he responds.  “And the sex life is pretty good.”
          I smile despite myself and shake my head.  “While I’m the last one to say that’s not a decent enough excuse, I think she’s confused about her feelings, and feelings in a relationship like that only lead places of the bad.”
          He nods with another wry expression.  “I have a feeling it’ll lead to horrible places, but I’m not sure how to fix it, because I’m pretty sure breaking up with her won’t lead to any better places.”  He glances up again and pushes his shades back up again.  “Well, I got class in twenty minutes, so I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
          “You better,” I respond with what I hope is an intimidating frown, and continue frowning after he gets off.  I hope he’s not having one of his Spider Sense moments.

madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (jiraiya|yosuke)
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover and more than just your average fic in this 'verse (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Tony's not the only one with the urge to fix broken things.
Word Count: 1101
Rating: Gen

 

In Pepper's case, though, they tend to be people hurting. )

 

madimpossibledreamer: Seventh Doctor (Sylvester McCoy) and Ace (Sophie Aldred) (seven)
Main Points:
Constantine Genderbend/Supernatural
Summary: Dean and Sam go to talk to Constantine after the show.  Dean and Constantine continue to flirt.
Word Count: 930
Rating: Gen

tell me who you are )

Distracting

May. 7th, 2017 10:14 pm
madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (jiraiya|yosuke)
Main Points:
Iron Man Armored Adventures
Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 42
Rating: Gen

          Due to the reactor in his chest, Tony spends a good deal of his life half-naked.  To the point he doesn’t even notice he’s shirtless half the time.  It’s kinda distracting.  Which means she has to babble more to cover it up.

madimpossibledreamer: Zhuge Liang standing with his fan, looking peaceful.  Army in background. (peace)
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 88
Rating: Gen

          “She’s the futurist.  I’m just her pet engineer.  She just doesn’t want to get her hands dirty,” Xander says, smirking.
          Kris rolls her eyes.  “Especially when you’ve been working with toxic chemicals and forgot to wash your hands again?  I’d say that was pretty accurate.”
          He looks panicked again, kissing her on the cheek distractedly and fleeing the room.  It takes all of five minutes before Buffy hears, “Hey, I was working with water today!”
          “Still a toxic chemical with a high enough dose,” Kris calls back sweetly.

madimpossibledreamer: Zhuge Liang concentrating and looking thoughtful. (red cliff)
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: She'd wonder if she was a unique case, but no, Xander (when he bothers to pay attention) is the ultimate mother hen with all of his employees.  It's alternatively disturbing and sweet and she wouldn't trade it for the world.
Word Count: 1042
Rating: Gen

madimpossibledreamer: Paper lanterns floating over a fleet of ships. (lanterns)
By the way, there's a good reason why Krista's a little insecure at times.  Xander helps her get over it, eventually.  It's not simply for the lulz or for fanfic cutesy tropes or whatever.  If you want a hint...just think about the fact that she's related to Cordelia.
Just a hint.
~Dreamer~
PS: this fic was not sponsored by the Cheese Man.

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Xander, despite what his teenage self might have thought, doesn't want just a pretty doll.
Word Count: 250
Rating: Gen

         “So, I’ve been told by a little sparrow that you’ve started wearing those deadly heels for me.  Any truth to that rumor?”  Knight appears behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder and kissing her hair before he moves past.
         “I-I-what?”  She hadn’t been expecting him.
         “Well, if it’s the truth, I should let you know that I couldn’t care less.  If people asked me who Superwoman was, I’d just smile and zip my lips for secret identities’ sake, but I’d know she’s right here in front of me.  You could show up in jeans and a t-shirt tomorrow and I’d still know the truth.”  He leans against the wall, crossing his legs and beaming.
         She tries not to, but she can’t stop herself from smiling in response at his utter silliness.  “That’s really cheesy.”
         “Good for me, I love cheese.  And I’ve got plenty of it.  Not even lying, here, that’s a literal one.  I got a plate of tasting cheeses waiting for us out on the veranda and I kinda don’t want to eat all of it on my own.  I could.  Cheese is awesome.  But I’m pretty sure my stomach wouldn’t be thanking me later.”
         “You are such a dork!” she says, grinning, but pulls off the shoes and joins him, slipping her hand into his.
         “And you somehow didn’t notice that before now.  I’m kinda worried about your observational skills,” he jokes, but pulls her closer, hand warm in his, and she could not be happier.

madimpossibledreamer: Eye from manga drawing. (edgeworth)
the level below 'exhausted'
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Sometimes Krista's insecure.
Word Count: 815
Rating: Gen


madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock pointing at the side of his head. (the universe is unimportant)
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Willow's just looking out for her best friend.
Word Count: 404
Rating: Gen

           It’s Willow that finally manages to get his head out of his ass and actually ask Kris out.  It’s probably that that gives him permission to mess with his friend’s love life later.  He’s already made a dozen designs for Kris’s suit, but he’s not bringing any of them up, not until she asks.
           Kris and Willow have had a serious conversation about how Xander is a wuss who needs to man up and get over his ‘everyone I love dies’ issues.  Because while that’s a thing, it’s also hurting him, stopping him from living his life, and he and Kris are already a couple in everything but the kissing, and he’s lonely, and neither one of them likes seeing him unhappy like this.
           The three are hanging out.  Xander and Kris are watching some video game let’s player that apparently both of them have watched, since they’re joking around and making some sort of references Willow misses.  She needs to do more computer stuff.  She’s been neglecting that recently with all the magic.
           They’re both working on some paperwork for Knight Innovations.  Kris is enjoying the budget-sheets and Xander is teasing her for being a nerd.
           There’s the sweet, soft look in his eyes and tone that he uses for Willow.  For people that he really loves.  But there’s something more vulnerable there.
           She knows not to take his teasing seriously.  She’s not offended at all, teasing back, quiet and sweet and patient.  Everyone in the entire room knows that he loves her.
           Willow leans over as he’s daydreaming, staring with soft eyes in Kris’s direction.  “If you don’t kiss her right now I will."
           He recoils and nearly falls over.  “What?”
           “Anyone who doesn’t know you thinks the two of you are dating.  You’d rather deal with my plan than Dawn’s.  I’m looking out for you.”
           He looks at her, gulps, then at looks at Kris.
           And then he gets that look of determination in his eyes, and she giggles.
           He scoots a little closer and leans in.  Krista isn’t even paying attention.  He gives her a sweet peck on the cheek and backs off quickly, cheeks dusted with pink.
           She has the largest smile.  It’s cute.  She scooches back and snuggles into him.  He swallows again, but looks happier than he’s been in a while even if he’s not smiling.  That soft embarrassed look on his face is just as precious.

madimpossibledreamer: Eye from manga drawing. (edgeworth)
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Kris doesn't want to sit on the sidelines.
Word Count: 343
Rating: Gen
Notes: Yep, Kris plays yugioh.

         “I want a suit,” Kris announces during a meeting of the ITK portion of Knight Innovations.  It had absolutely nothing to do with whatever her boyfriend and Andrew had been discussing seconds before, but now she has his complete and undivided attention.
         “Uhm, Xander, are you sure that’s…” Andrew begins, and Xander rolls his chair away from the Head of Testing Department (aka the Magic Department for those In the Know) and resident Head Chef, eyes wide.
         “I am not being your average superhero girlfriend,” she states firmly.
         Xander smiles slightly.  It’s a touch worried, but the way his eyes narrow at her, he’s already seeing the possibilities, drawing up schematics in his head.  If he hasn’t already.  …Given that he’s Knight, he probably has at least five different possibilities already in his head and is just pulling them up mentally.  “And see, me?  This is a person in a relationship who is not being a man with no sense of self-preservation.”  He blinks.  “That sentence made no sense, but y’know.  In terms of suit design, what were you thinking?”
         She beams, then frowns.  “Well, I already have possible names.  Warwolf or Sky Cavalry.  My favorite cards, you know.”
         He nods, unphased, but she can see Andrew and the others gaping.  Which just makes her puff up a bit.  “I like those names.  And from that…Probably weapons-heavy, huh?”
         “Please,” she asks, blinking her eyelashes as she leans against the table.
         He laughs at her even as the others look disturbed and leans in to kiss her.  It’s sweet, but he’s definitely distracted, and she’s anything but mad about that. 
         “You’re not going out in the field until you get a pass from Lehane,” he says offhandedly, already grabbing budget reports, turning them over, and doodling on the other side.
         “Faith?” she asks, but he cuts her off.
         “Yeah.  I can’t think of anyone else who would push you more.  And we need to know what you can do.  What you’re capable of.  It’s the only way to make sure you can keep up.”

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock staring at the ceiling. (bored)
Major presentation tomorrow, wish me luck, all!
Also, welcome to the new subscriber!
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Xander may be many things but he's rarely quiet.
Word Count: 285
Rating: Gen

         When Xander comes to pick her and her friend up, she can tell something’s different.  He’s grinning at her, nothing held back, but his mind is a million miles away.  He’s just vacantly grinning and humming under his breath as he slips his hand in hers and begins walking.  He does take a moment to admire her outfit and say “Hello, beautiful.”  It’s not even flirting.  It’s too quiet and honest for that.
         The meeting must have gone well.
         She grins at her friend.  “It’s quiet.  Appreciate it while you can.”
         Xander pauses from stealing from Kris’s smoothie to pout.  “I’m not that bad.”
         “Uh, yeah, he is,” Henry laughs, taking a handful of Xander’s popcorn while he’s distracted.  “If he’s not talking, he’s got music or a program on.”
         Xander shrinks, and she can see the instant her teasing went too far.  “If you didn’t like it, why didn’t you say anything?”
         “I love you as you are, Xander.  That’s not to say that I’d ever want you to stop improving, because I love the man you are and the man you could be and no true friend would ever ask you to stay stagnant and not get better as a human being, nevermind someone you’re dating.  I’m the one who seeks you out in your office to do paperwork, remember?  It just makes me appreciate the quiet more.  Really, I should be thanking you.”  She snuggles up against his arm, and he blushes slightly, which is extra special because it’s actually decently hard to get him to blush.  Probably because he’s grown up with many versions of Tony Stark in his head, so he’s no doubt gotten used to it.  Still, he’s grinning.

madimpossibledreamer: Jiraiya|Yosuke jumping and using a throwing star (jiraiya|yosuke)
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Xander can't help but meddle.  Also someone's been on the receiving end of far too many coffee shop AU enthusiasts.
Word Count: 625
Rating: Gen
Notes: Willow doesn't actually appear in this fic but she's the driving force behind the events therein.

 

drawing all the stares (or glares) )

 

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock staring at the ceiling. (bored)
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Kris is a fan of Pepper.  And maybe models a few dealing strategies for her own boss.  Also, Tony and Xander have this habit of collecting people.  (It's not weird, they promise.)
Word Count: 1919
Rating: Gen

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock pointing at the side of his head. (the universe is unimportant)
Guess what movie I went to go see.  Again.  Despite the fact that I now own it.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Dr. Strange Genderbend
Summary: Stephanie has a nightmare.  Chris tries to help.
Word Count: 775
Rating: Gen

madimpossibledreamer: Interior of early TARDIS (early tardis)
I feel bad leaving Josuke in the middle of a Stand attack but...I wanna wait to write it until I think it can be properly written.  Better to just post prewritten stuff.
Plus, I might be going to see Dr Strange again soon.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Dr. Strange Genderbend
Summary: Chris and Steph talk, and the Cloak congratulates itself on a job well done.
Word Count: 600
Rating: Gen
Hints of Chris/Steph but nothing explicit.

           The Cloak comes back, and the two humans are talking.  The Doctor is speaking haltingly, but she is talking, which is more than she’s done in a long time.
           They try not to look smug, but Steph rolls her eyes at them.  “I can see you there,” she points out, sounding slightly more alive, and they preen anyway, handing both cups.  The Doctor has the strength to look sarcastic again and it’s nice.  Still, she looks grateful.  All in all it’s a good day.
           “Tea?” Palmer looks confused.  “You never used to like tea.”
           Strange laughs.  It’s an actual laugh and startles them all, but that’s definitely a smirk now.  “It was too normal for me.  I didn’t want to be the woman daintily sipping tea.”  She sighs quietly.  “The ginger helps the pain, though, and tea is wonderful for helping with recharging from magic use.”
           Palmer looks uncomfortable, but to his credit doesn’t shy away from it.  “I think I’m owed an explanation on that front.  How’d you go from a woman who wouldn’t give the fortune-teller at the circus the time of day to being a sorceress in a cult?”
           “It’s not a cult!” she responds automatically and then sighs.  “For one thing, no sign of those stupid suicide pacts or ‘dues to the Masters’ or anything.  We’ve dealt with enough casualties being dropped by the hospital to notice those signs.”  She’s quiet for a full minute.  “…I’ll admit that I had my worries, a lone woman traveling halfway across the world in search of a promised miracle cure.  The Ancient One worried me a little before I realized that he was more interested in treating us all like wayward lost children than anything nefarious.  And now that he’s dead…”
           “The man in the hospital?” Chris asks, confirming, and Steph nods.
           “I suppose if you want to categorize the Avengers as a cult, then you might have a point.  Especially with what Stark’s been doing lately, treating any dissention as a sacrilege.  I think of cults as empty, unable to fulfill their promises.  We actually practice magic, and I haven’t seen kool-aid at a single meeting.”  The Cloak doesn’t understand all the words, but Chris laughs.
           “But your hands—”  He’s staring blatantly.
           The Cloak freezes, shivering a little.
           “There’s so much.”  Her voice shakes like her hands, so she sets the cup down on the table.  “I’ve been telling myself that I don’t want to make a mistake, that I could make it worse.  I have the power.  I could turn back time, regain these beautiful masterpieces, but there are consequences for meddling with time and I’m not sure that I want to pay any more than I already have, but it’s more than that.”  She crosses her arms defensively and tries not to shiver.  The Cloak swoops in and cuddles her shoulders, feeling her shake.  It’s hard to tell whether it’s fear or cold.  “I don’t want to go back to who I was.  I don’t want to forget the lessons I’ve learned.  Your watch is a reminder of that.  Just because I have the power doesn’t mean I should use it.”
           Chris frowns, then smiles.  “You mean, magic doesn’t offer the magic pill any more than those fools on TV?”
           That earns a grin.  “Everything has side effects.  Everything has consequences.”
           “Well, I’m glad you could learn that.  And that it’s not all about you.  And that you’re still alive, you idiot,” he responds, and wraps Steph in a hug, and the Cloak wriggles out and joins in, covering them both in warmth and affection.

madimpossibledreamer: Sherlock staring at the ceiling. (bored)
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Universe Optional
Summary: When I first saw Subnautica, I thought 'Jotaro would lose his mind over this game', so here we are.  Fun Fact: I want to get Subnautica and name the Cyclops 'Star Platinum' for reasons.
Word Count: 404
Rating: Gen

          Kakyoin’s been looking forward to getting home and playing some games all day.  He plans on just a few hours before he makes food, or maybe just order out (again) if he loses track of time.
          Jotaro never complains.  He actually prefers fast food and ramen, as far as Kakyoin can tell, which is exactly why Kakyoin insists on being the cook of the couple, to make sure Jotaro has something like a balanced diet, even if he has to trick the man into it.
          Along those lines, Kakyoin wouldn’t normally encourage something like this, but he doesn’t feel like putting the effort in after the day he’s had.
          He walks in and sees…a white coat, hanging up on one of the pegs.  Usually Jotaro’s late.  He loses track of time working with all the animals and often works overtime.  Which at least helps their financial situation, but doesn’t do much for socialization.  “Jojo?”
          “’m here,” a voice calls out, and he follows the voice to the computer room.
          Jotaro’s hunched over the computer, and by the way he’s clenching his jaw he’s angry.  “What’s wrong?”            He takes in the underwater scene.  It doesn’t look like Earth, from what little Kakyoin can tell through his amateur knowledge gleaned from listening to his boyfriend talk.
          “I died,” Jotaro answers, morose.  “I lost a lot of stuff.”
          The game Kakyoin had been looking forward to was actually on the computer, but he can grab his handheld, and it’s so rare to see his boyfriend play a game that he’s really tempted to just watch.
          “You’re home early,” he points out.
          Jojo grunts.  “Bullshit politics.  Some sorta inspection thing; apparently I’m not the best PR and they’re running low staff.  I just hope they don’t neglect any of the animals.”
          Kakyoin embraces his boyfriend from behind, pressing a kiss to Jotaro’s ear.  “Well, if they do, you’re the one to make sure they take responsibility for themselves.”
          The brunet freezes, hands stilling, and Kakyoin can see the slight flush on the tops of Jotaro’s ears.  Immediately, his day is improving.
          “Tell me about the game,” he asks, and Jotaro’s character respawns in what looks like a small floating metallic sphere, and he starts explaining.  He isn’t obviously excited, but the fact that he’s more talkative than normal says it all.  Especially since his “doesn’t play anything” super serious nerd of a boyfriend is actually playing a game.

madimpossibledreamer: Seventh Doctor (Sylvester McCoy) and Ace (Sophie Aldred) (ace)

Jotaro and Kakyoin are opposites.  Star may cuddle but he’s not the type to want sex, while Jotaro gets embarrassed at any type of affection but doesn’t get ruffled easily by sex.  Hierophant Green loves to invade people, so sex would just be a natural extension of that, while Kakyoin is the type to be overly affectionate and tease to ruffle feathers.

madimpossibledreamer: Eye from manga drawing. (edgeworth)
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure AU (where the joestars & friends play innocent sin online) iso//sq
Summary: Kakyoin doesn't know how to deal with this.
Word Count: 393
Rating: Gen

         “So…you’re a girl.”
         “Sorta,” Jotaro responds with a bland tone.  It’s common for him to say things in a bland tone, but there’s actually differences in the bland tone.  For instance, right now he’s wondering why the hell Kakyoin’s making a big deal about this tinged with an undercurrent of irritation if it keeps up (Kakyoin’s heard him use it a couple of times on his mother, a sweet lady named Holly who he’s heard next to nothing about because while Jotaro isn’t normally talkative he clams up when it’s about his mom).
         “But you have tits.”  He’s not usually vulgar, but sometimes it’s the only way to get across to Jotaro.
         That earns an amused smile.  Sort of a ‘well, you earned a brief reprieve, don’t screw it up’.  “Yep.”
         Kakyoin tries, a couple times, to think of a response that won’t get him hit.  Eventually he settles on, “I’m confused,” because honesty is a big part of their friendship, and it’s very true.  He’s having a sexual crisis, actually, because he’s gay but apparently Jotaro isn’t a guy and he likes Jotaro anyway.  Still.  Probably.
         The hot voice helps.
         Jotaro shrugs.  He’s exhuding a ‘don’t wanna talk about it’ air now, but he gets that this is a conversation they need to have.  “I don’t really care.  I don’t particularly like pronouns but if you gotta—and I know it’s inconvenient not to—male pronouns are fine.  I’m not exactly a girl and I don’t like people referring to me as one, but it’s true I’m not exactly a guy, either.  I could have an operation pretty quick if I cared enough.  The old man wouldn’t mind paying for it.  I just…I get that there are people out there who lose their shit over stuff like this.  That it’s a big deal for some people.  I don’t really care.  That being said, anybody assuming that I’m small and weak, just ‘cause I was born with certain parts…”  The look on Jotaro’s face is predatory and dangerous and the world realigns a little again.  There’s a part of his friend that’s cruel, sometimes, and it’s fine because it makes him feel normal.  “I’m Jotaro.  I want people to remember that, not anything else.”
         “You’re certainly memorable,” Kakyoin offers, and the brilliant, fond, even sweet smile he gets in return was worth it.

madimpossibledreamer: Seventh Doctor (Sylvester McCoy) and Ace (Sophie Aldred) (ace)
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure AU (where the joestars & friends play innocent sin online) iso//sq
Summary: Kakyoin finally gets to talk to his crush.
Word Count: 420
Rating: Gen

        It’s not long until Polnareff gets him playing the game on his own, mostly because yeah, he actually is a gamer at heart, and also he has a ridiculous crush on the owner of the voice which Polnareff finds hilarious.  He’ll be lucky if he stops hearing about that before he dies.  And at least Polnareff’s shifts have been overscheduled for a bit, mostly because the Frenchman has a bad habit of calling in sick once too often.
        He’s gotten to level 9, so he’s gotten through the starting districts of Mikage-cho and has begun to not feel like quite such a beginner.  He’s having difficulties deciding between whether he wants to wield a sword or staff, but is leaning toward staff if only so he can be different from his friend.  Plus, when he rolled really well on a rare sword even if it was a beginning sword the Frenchman hadn’t stopped whining for a few hours, and it’s hard enough to stop that from happening on a regular basis as it is.
        Polnareff gets on long enough to introduce the two (with an innuendo; Kakyoin’s just glad that there’s no facecam so Star can’t see the tips of his ears blushing): “Hey, this is my friend; he’s a virgin at MMORPGS, so take it easy with him, okay?”  He winks at Kakyoin and leaves the room, throwing stuff into his basic pillowcase that he takes to work every day, swearing at that, too.  Kakyoin breathes in quietly as he adjusts the mike and tries to remind himself that he’s the responsible adult of the two roommates and shouldn’t hurl objects at someone even if they’re freaking immature.
        There’s an expectant silence, and Kakyoin feels his heart hammering away in his rib cage, before the guy speaks.  “So, Midori.  And you’re a…Herald.  How’d you end up with a loser friend like that useless Cavalier?”
        Kakyoin nearly doesn’t respond.  He’s got the worst case of butterflies.  He did enough reading on classes and the rest of the game so he doesn’t look like a complete idiot when he plays (ignoring Polnareff who swears no one needs manuals ever).  But on the other hand, this is a guy he really wants to impress and he has to start somewhere, so he responds.  He doesn’t really have the time to think out how he’s gonna say this.  “Probably the same way I’m hoping to become friends with you?”
        That bark of laughter is the single greatest thing he’s heard in his life.

madimpossibledreamer: Zhuge Liang standing with his fan, looking peaceful.  Army in background. (peace)
Have more fluff, and happy Thanksgiving (or just...think about all the awesome things in your life, because I guarantee you there's something because you're great, reader-san)!
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Shadowed Suspicion, universe optional, Fluff
Summary: Johan's thankful for how his life is.
Word Count: 525
Rating: Gen

            “I’m thankful,” Johan says without looking up as the door opens behind him.  He doesn’t move from his position on the porch, smiling into the sunset as the wind ruffles his hair a little.  Not even as the body settles in behind him, and a hand reaches over his shoulder to intertwine in his own.
            “Even for my mother who apparently can match yours in immaturity and started the food fight at the table?” the accented voice asks.
            “Mhmm,” Jojo responds, leaning back into the embrace.  It feels good.  Like home.
            Fitz chuckles, running his free hand through brunet hair.  “And for Buffy eating all the mayonnaise meaning that Josephine had to go on a food run to make sure you had enough to make the deviled eggs?”
            “Yep,” Johan nearly purrs in contentment.
            “And for Dawn sneaking away during the middle and eating most of the pie?”
            “Oh, I’m pretty sure she’s figuring out that was a terrible idea about now,” Jojo grins.
            “And Willow talking about Anya and how she would’ve said this is a ‘sacrificial feast?’” the blond asks and finally gets a slight sign of tension in the shoulders.
            “Man, I miss her.  I mean, not that you’re not great.  You are.  If she was here…” Johan chuckles and turns to look in Fitz’s eyes.  The angle is awkward, but it’s an important moment.  “If she was here, she’d be happy.  A little confused, too, but she’d start talking about how she should’ve realized and been more supportive and would’ve found a dozen magazines for me and demanded we kiss in front of her and maybe begged for a threesome because it’d be different.”  He squeezes his boyfriend’s hand.  “But yeah, I’m even happy about that being brought up, because she was a good person and deserves to be remembered.”
            “And that crazy game, whatever it was?”  Fitz has some sort of point, probably.
            But he’s perfectly content to be here, continuing this potentially aimless conversation in the light of a good day and a beautiful sunset, in the arms of someone who loves him.  Even if there isn’t a point, it’s not the end of the world.  He’d know.
            “With Mom, Grandpa, and Uncle Kakyoin?  Mario Kart.  Screaming at each other is how you play.  We enjoy it, really.”
            “And—” the blond begins, and he shakes his head, leaning back further into the chest behind him.
            “And a boyfriend who keeps asking weird questions.  All of it.”
            He feels the chuckle more than hears it, and the soft kiss at the top of his head, too.
            “It’s a good life.  My family is crazy and I love them all.  And you know, I have so much, that maybe sometimes I take for granted, but it’s awesome and I need to embrace that.  I don’t know what it’ll be like next year.  Maybe next apocalypse season’s the worst.  But I am blessed with everyone who has my back and great times and shows and one of the bestest families that exist and so many great friends and a boyfriend that I can’t even begin to explain how amazing he is.”

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