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petri808 · 4 years

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A Floppy Green Mess

Bakudeku Valentine’s story based on this adorably funny art piece by @corzev with permission. https://corzev.tumblr.com/post/190847911389/dont-repostedit-uhhh-happy-valentines-day-lol

Seated in his desk chair, Bakugou braces his arms along the backing and rests his chin on top. His eyes narrow and brows twitch as he stares at his bed… or rather what sat upon it. Tomorrow… tomorrow might be the death of him, and this reminder was all of his own making.

He knew that Deku will love this stupid gift since the boy was a complete sap at heart, but coming from him, well, he had to really dig deep to pull it off. Just sneaking it into his dorm room without being caught had been an undertaking. He didn’t even want to think about carrying into the common room downstairs or dealing with all the gawking that was sure to come with it.

Only one other person knew about his plans for Valentine’s day, and even that had been due to an unplanned and pure accident the blonde would have preferred never happened. Damn that shitty hair for having a similar gift idea for Mina. Traditionally honmei chocolates were given, but Bakugou could careless about traditions. Kirishima’s excuse on the other hand, was that Mina hinted at wanting something other than chocolates too. At least the red head came in useful for sneaking the gifts in, since he didn’t want to get caught either.

But why had he chosen this particular gift?! He groans and swipes a hand down his face, sitting up in the process. There were a lot of options at the store, and he’d spent the better half of two hours combing through it for the perfect idea.

The most cliché gift for Deku would have been an All Might themed item, but that green-haired nerd had too damn many All Might stuff already. Jewelry was out of his price range, plus he just couldn’t see Deku caring about such material things. A cool new journal might make him happy, but that was boring. Finally, when he’d been almost ready to give up and walk out, there it had been at the back of the store. Propped on a display stand because of its size, it was perfect.

One big ass stuffed green rabbit plush that was almost bigger than he was. In fact, he could barely get his arms around it. He swore the thing even looked like Midoriya, with its bright green eyes and freckles representing whiskers. The right ear was flopped over, adding to its huggable adorability factor, but on the front of its chest were the words “My Hero.” Bakugou wasn’t super thrilled with that message, but he couldn’t begrudge the fact the rest of the doll was perfect for his idiot little Valentine. Deku was bound to adore it, squeeze it, probably snuggle with the damn thing, and it would be like Katsuki living through the doll even if the nerd doesn’t reciprocate his feelings.

‘He better fucking like me back!’ The blonde growls under his breath. He wouldn’t be taking this embarrassing chance if he thought there wasn’t one. Eavesdropping on the A-1 girl’s conversations had him pretty convinced that the guy had a secret crush on him. According to them, Midoriya’s nursed it for years, and it was the whole reason he’s put up with the hot-headed blonde’s abusive attitude. Bakugou didn’t want to admit that he was quite a bully to the boy their whole life, but he was an asshole to everyone. Okay… so maybe he was worse to Deku, but the guy could be annoying too.

‘Then why’d you fall for him?’

‘Shut up!’ he growls at his conscious. He had no idea why! Somehow the damn nerd grew on him! Yeah, the nerd was still the same annoying ray of sunshine he’s always been but watching the nerd develop after receiving One For All and go from a mouse to a powerhouse on par with him, well, it just happened. He didn’t even notice the feelings developing, or how he’d started paying more attention to the guy, worried about, and even started acting nicer to him….

Until one day after an exhaustive training session, they were in the communal showers, and seeing a half-naked Midoriya spiked his heartrate along with something else below the waist. Thank All Might no one noticed the smoke coming off of his hands due to the level of steam in the room. He’d quickly dashed back into a shower stall and took a very long cold shower to cope. But the answer was as clear as a blow to the head. He was in love with Midoriya Izuku.

Speaking of a shower, the waning light outside of his window signaled dinner would be soon. He climbs off his chair and gives the stuffed doll one last look before grabbing his things. A shower might calm his nerves and maybe provide a bit of respite to cool the other physical desires swirling in his brain.

Bakugou reaches over and silences the alarm clock on his phone. Unable to get a restful sleep, he’d already been up when the beep signaled the arrival of 8 am Saturday morning. There wasn’t a rush to get out of bed, knowing that Deku was probably still out cold. That boy has never been a morning person and on school days it often took a load of coffee to get him past the walking dead stage. He on the other hand could rise before the sun breached the horizon and get a workout run in before heading to class.

Another alert from his phone, but this time a message from Kirishima. ‘I can hear Deku in his room, boy’s early today.’

The blonde sits up. ‘Don’t panic,’ he tells himself, ‘just because he’s up early doesn’t mean anything.’ He swings his legs over the side of the bed, giving his arms and back a good stretch to warm up the muscles.

Another alert. ‘He left his room got his jacket and scarf on.’

“Fuck!” Where the hell is Deku going this early?! Bakugou hurries to throw on a pair of pants, a warm turtleneck, and his shoes almost tripping over the pants legs as he puts them on. He then grabs the rabbit plush and races out of his room, not even stopping to close the door behind him. This thing was so cumbersome to carry! Hoisting it over his shoulder, he descends the staircase, figuring it would be faster. He takes them two by two, practically throwing himself down the flights and slamming his shoulder against the open bar once he makes it to the bottom.

Crap! Crap! Crap! The second he bursts through the stairwell entrance, Bakugou see’s Deku almost at the front door. “Oi! Nerd!” He screams as he breaks into a sprint.

Deku hears someone calling his name and stops, turning towards the source. “Oh, hey Kacchan!” He waves with a beaming smile.

How is Deku so awake already?! To Bakguou this was quite out of character for the guy to be lively in the morning. He stops a couple of feet from the green-haired man. “Where the fuck you headin’ so early?”

“Um, well, you know my mom is all alone,” Deku flushes a little embarrassed, “so I was gonna meet her for brunch as a Valentine’s treat.”

‘That’s it?!’ Bakugou lets out an exhale of relief because deep down he’d feared his crush was about to go meet a potential rival. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud. “Oh. Tch, sounds like the sappy kind of shit you’d think to do.”

“Um, Kacchan, what do you have there?” Midoriya points to the doll. “Is that a gift from someone?” His eyes crinkle, “do you have an admirer?!”

“What?!” Oh, wait the doll! How the fuck could he forget about the big ass plush rabbit in his arms. “Hell, no this isn’t from anyone! Who the fuck would give me a stuffed animal?!”

Midoriya giggles, he didn’t think so least they were ready to be incinerated. “Then why do you have it?”

Immediately, the hot-heads blood pressure goes through the roof. His cheeks heat up and burst into a dark reddish hue. He averts his eyes, nervous and embarrassed. “It’s for you Deku.” Bakugou holds the doll out. “You know for the holiday and crap.”

“What?!” This surely wasn’t really happening. Deku pinches his arm, for he had to still be dreaming. Waking up early was playing tricks on his mind. “No way, y-you got me a-a gift? Does that mean?”

This bitch was going to make him say it! The blonde growls, “damn are you gonna accept it?” He tries again to thrust the doll towards his crush. “Be my fucking Valentine Deku?”

There was no warning, no rimming of moisture, or light clouding in his eyes. The moment Bakugou said the last three words, tears explode from Midoriya like the uncorking of a champagne bottle. Even the hot head was taken aback by the sheer volume of liquid pouring out. How was it even possible?! And if that wasn’t crazy enough…. In the middle of the fountain action, the man goes limp and drops like a dead weight to the floor.

“Stupid fucking nerd!” Bakugou drops the stuffed rabbit, quickly slides onto his knees and pulls the collapsed man into his lap. “Oi! Dumb ass wake up!” he shakes his crush, but the guy was unresponsive. Shit! Did he hit his head or something? “Deku this isn’t funny!” He slaps the unconscious man. He could see the headline’s now: Pro hero dies from bunny shock. “Wake up!”

Leave it to Deku to give him a heart attack on Valentine’s Day. He can feel the eyes of observers on his back boring in, judging. Of course, with his personality, it would be easy to blame him for hurting someone. But there’s no way he’d ever hurt Deku! Not willingly. Who could have predicted this damn nerd would go into shock and collapse?! Tears cloud his ruby red eyes and he cradles the man’s face against his cheek. “This is bullshit!” But his growls are a facade as the panic takes over. “Deku wake the fuck up!”

Stupid rabbit doll! Had the cute and cuddly plush toy been too much? He’d figured Deku would love it. Surely it wasn’t the fact he’s the one who asked the nerd to be his Valentine? Was it really that shocking? Okay fine, so it would seem out of character for him, especially with their history, but they’d gotten past all that and were on good terms now. Even the crying was something he somewhat expected. Maybe not the volume, but let’s face it, the man was a crier.

After what felt like a million years yet in the flash of minutes, Bakugou feels his friend stirring in his arms. He gives another shake. “Get up nerd!”

Midoriya’s eyes open, blinking from the harsh glare that meets it. “Ka…cchan?” He looks around, “why am I on the floor?” But then he notices the moisture in his friend’s eyes. He sits up quickly. “Oh no, what’s wrong?! Y-You’re crying!”

“What?! No!” Bakugou shoves the man off his lap and wipes away the tears he won’t admit had gathered. “I don’t cry!”

“But…”

“I wasn’t crying! You just had me worried cause you fucking collapsed!”

That’s when the whole Valentine’s confession sweeps back into Midoriya’s mind like a blaring reminder alert. “R-Right… Kacchan wants to be my Valentine,” he mumbles under his breath as if his brain is still processing the events before it short circuited. The stuffed plush rabbit lay off to the side, so he pulls it over and hugs it close. “I’m sorry I worried you,” he peers up at the red-faced man in front of him, smiling, sniffling, and tucking his chin into the dolls soft head. “Of course, I’ll be your Valentine Kacchan.”

Bakugou looks away, embarrassed. “I’m not forcing you to be you know.”

“Huh?” Midoriya sits up straighter. “I know you’re not!” He scoots closer on his knees, placing the doll beside them. He reaches out and takes hold of the blonde’s hand, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. “I was a little surprised, is all to get a gift from you.”

“Tch, well don’t read too much into it.”

“Oh…”

The blonde watches his crush deflate right before his eyes. Shoulders slumped, and body hunched a little as if the man before him wanted to curl into a ball. He can see the tears building again in Midoriya’s eyes.

“…okay. Thank you very much for the gift Kacchan, but I should be on my way.” If his body hadn’t communicated how he felt from Bakugou’s words, his tone sure did.

A stinging arrow pierces the blonde’s heart. He’d gone too far with the remark and the sensitive man was taking it hard. ‘Idiot!’ he growls at himself. Sometimes his mouth really needed a filter. As his crush stood ready to leave, Bakugou grabs his wrist, still from a seated position. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at the man and keeps his eyes glued to the floor.

“Kacchan?”

He squeezes Midoriya’s wrist, “I didn’t….” a sigh escaping his lips, “...didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” His brows furrow, annoyed and upset with himself for ruining the moment. “I’m still coming to terms with the idea…. that I really like you.” He can feel his entire body heating up from the proclamation being said out loud for anyone within range to hear it. There was a mixture of fear, anxiety, melded with excitement and a feeling of liberation all seeping through his frame. “Like… in a romantic way.”

“Kaachan, get up.” Though Midoriya’s words were a demand, his timbre was gentle and lulls Bakugou into at least looking up at the man. “Come on,” he reverses the grip on his wrist, taking hold of the man’s arm, and tugging gently, “get up.”

Once the blonde has allowed himself to be pulled up, Midoriya refuses to let go, instead switching to the man’s hand. He intertwines their fingers with a smile. “I like you too. Would you like to come with me to see my mom? I know she won’t mind. We can say hi to your parents too while we’re in the area.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want to be a third wheel…”

“No way! I’d rather you come along,” the nerdy man flushes red, “it can be kind of like our first date.”

Date! Is what he wanted to scream. “Okay fine, I’ll tag along but I’m not calling it a date cause dates are for saps.”

That just makes Midoriya laugh, of course this man would think dates are sappy.

“But, what about the rabbit,” Bakugou motions to the doll, “you’re not taking that with us, right? It’ll be a pain in the ass on the train… trust me.”

Again, the man laughs, “I’ll put it in my dorm room. Wait for me here in the foyer?”

“I’ll come with you, gotta grab my jacket and wallet since I hadn’t dressed to go out.”

“Oh, right,” more laughter.

As they stop to part ways in front of Midoriya’s dorm room, and before letting go of the man’s hand, Bakugou leans forward hesitantly, then places a quick kiss on his crushes his lips. “It’ll just be a couple minutes to grab my stuff.” The green-haired man turns bright red and sputters out a few incoherent words. The blond laughs, at least he didn’t faint this time.

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queertazsecretsanta · 4 years

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A gift for @nekosd43, created by @all-made-of-stardust!

You gave me a great challenge, as I've never written Taagnus before! I actually really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Happy Candlenights!

The dish that Magnus crafted is based on this recipe I found online: https://damndelicious.net/2015/01/30/bacon-ranch-cheese-ball/

Oddly enough, it was Davenport who suggested the Secret Star King.

This cycle was by far not the first one where they’d celebrated Candlenights alone on the Starblaster, decorating a bush Merle had cultivated the months before, singing a few songs, and enjoying each others company. But up until now any gifts they exchanged were small, and somewhat superficial, as at that point being with each other mattered more than any material goods.

That ideal still stood when they arrived on Loven, a softer tranquil farming world filled with kind people and quiet nights. The Light had landed in the mountains to the east, and upon a short journey over and up, the crew found a small colony of monks living cozily in the cold. They were surprised to see strangers, but quite friendly. And after Davenport did some quick negotiations, they happily produced the Light, with no argument. The crew was ecstatic.

“Please,” one of the monks said. “You seem like decent people. Will you stay in our world for Candlenights?”

The whole crew fell silent.

“Candlenights?” Davenport asked, not wanting to misunderstand.

“It’s this world’s holiday festival. We’d be delighted if you would join us.”

Someone else celebrated Candlenights.

“We’d be happy to,” Davenport answered.

So here they were, a few days later, gathered in the city hall of one of the larger cities in the world (though it really wasn’t that populated). Around them, many people worked to decorate with festive fun, while the crew drank Fantasy Eggnog and relaxed.

“I’ve been thinking,” Davenport announced. “If we’re going to be here during proper Candlenights, we should celebrate it properly too.”

“What do you mean?” Lucretia said, taking a sip of her eggnog. It left a layer of nutmeg on her lip.

“We have a whole world to explore. Why not try and come up with an interesting gift to a random person?”

He grinned.

“Why not a Secret Star King?”

Taako, who up until this point had been lazing back, relishing the breeziness that the mission had underwent, jolted forward with a start.

“Random person, did you say?” he asked. He wasn’t sure he much cared for the idea. On one hand, he could get Lup, and that’d be easy. He could get Barry, or Lucretia, and it would be challenging, but interesting.

Or he could get Magnus. And that was a problem.

Magnus, who had been sitting forward eagerly, tried his best not to shrink back at the idea. He’d know what to get Merle, or Davenport. Hell, he’d most definitely know what to get Lup.

Or he could pull Taako's name. And that was a problem.

*****

Davenport seemed to be set in his decision, and not thirty minutes later he returned to the table with his captain’s hat upturned in his hand.

“Go on!” he goaded, smiling.

Taako hesitated.

“What if we get our own name?” he joked, stalling for time as the others reached in. “We pamper ourselves?”

Davenport shook his head.

“You simply redraw.”

“I was afraid of that,” Taako muttered as he pulled a card. He peeked at it through barely closed eyes.

Magnus.

Damnit.

He glanced over at Magnus, who was staring at his own card. The man had a damn good poker face. He had a good face in general, actually.

Magnus looked up, caught him staring, and flashed him a toothy grin.

"I know what I'm doing!" he declared.

Taako had half a mind to get Merle to cast Zone of Truth.

Instead, he retreated to another room, closed the door, and slid to the floor. He clutched the card tightly between his fingers, rereading the name over and over again, like it would disappear if he tried hard enough.

Magnus.

The name itself was evocative of the man it belonged to. Bold, strong, courageous, fearless. Taako remembered when he first saw him - the goofus was taking bets on how much beer he could chug before finally being beaten in a fight. A lot of beer, apparently, because even when he was swaying on his feet he held his own and knocked the lights out of the other guy - a bully, Taako knew, which made him endeared to Magnus in a way he couldn't quite describe. And it wasn't the brute strength, the high constitution modifier, or even his muscles (though the muscles were a nice bonus) that made Taako do a double take. It was his bravado - the fact that he stood up to a bad guy, and won. It was something Taako would never be able to do. Lup, maybe. Definitely. But not Taako. No, Taako wasn't worth much in a fight, and he wasn't worth much in Magnus' eyes either. He was an idiot wizard who conjured party tricks. Magnus deserved someone leagues better. Courage and strong will. Hospitality - now that was something Taako never seemed to be able to give.

But he'd be damned if he didn't make the perfect gift for Magnus. The big guy deserved that much at least.

Besides - maybe this would be a chance to show Magnus how he felt. He sure as hell wasn't going to say it in words. Maybe not a confession - a simple gesture would suffice. He knew he would never gain anything from it anyway.

*****

Magnus found a quiet corner by a fireplace, and he sat down heavily on a chair. He looked at the paper once more and sighed, running a hand down his face.

Taako.

The name had always meant warm feelings for Magnus. Watching the wizard practice his spells like they were nothing. Watching him laugh and joke with Lup, watching him love. Magnus knew Taako was capable of far more than the elf ever gave himself credit for, and Magnus had always supported him.

Said support had landed him squarely in the friendzone, and he didn't mind it - it meant he could still be close. Still be with him. Gods knew Taako wasn't going to go for someone like him. He deserved finesse. Beauty. Someone who could love him. Like Magnus did.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It had been this way for cycles now, he had lost track. But now, he held a potential key to everything. Maybe Taako would never reciprocate anything. Magnus was fine with that. But maybe he could make something that made Taako happy. That showed him what he meant to him. He wasn't going to get anything out of it but a nice smile, but gods that smile would be nice.

****

This plane was built around sturdy buildings that weathered many a storm. So Taako knew he could find somewhere with the right tools to make the perfect gift.

He had decided on creating a model version of the Starblaster. And he refused to use transmutation to do it - no, this was going to be done by hand, and it was going to be done right.

Problem was, he didn't know how to do it.

In the main town where they had settled, Taako asked around and found a carpenter named Rosemary, who had built several of the town’s homes and had contributed to the architecture of the city hall. Magnus would like her, and she seemed very eager to please.

She gave him a place to work, all the tools and supplies he could imagine.

“If you need anything, just holler!” she said, before shutting the door and leaving him to it. He looked down at the workbench.

Fuck.

He had no idea where to start.

*****

The food served here was warm, hearty, and delicious, made from the freshest ingredients and by the best of hands. So immediately Magnus knew what he was going to give Taako.

He asked around and found a chef named Bill, a kind man, who was willing to lend out his kitchen to Magnus and provide food to cook with.

“Anything for a lover’s gift!” he said with a wink.

“No, it’s not - ” But he was already gone. Magnus sighed and looked around at the kitchen. An oven, a fantasy fridge, a knife block, cutting boards - everything he needed.

Shit.

He had no idea where to start.

*****

The Secret Star King swap was about a week away, but to Taako it might as well have been tomorrow. He cut wood, sanded it down, measured twice, cut once, and at the end of the day found himself with a broken piece of oak and a dowel that was way too big.

He was sighing into his hands, ready to try again, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Not going well, Ko?”

He turned to find Lup, observing his disheveled attempts.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Shouldn’t you be working on your own gift?”

She waved a hand.

“Oh, mine’s simple.”

“Who’d you get?”

“Now, do you think I would tell you that? What if I got your name, hmm?”

Taako rolled his eyes.

“Let’s hope you got something good for me then.”

He turned back to his monstrosity and let out a long breath.

“Gods know I’m not doing so hot.”

“Magnus?”

Taako tensed, then just as quickly let it go. Figures she would guess it in one - she wasn’t an idiot.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Stupid thing won’t piece together, though.”

“You know you could easily use magic, right?”

“Yeah, thanks, I didn’t know that,” he said, sarcasm dripping.

“So why the extra effort?” Lup asked innocently.

“I, uh - ” He stammered. “Just wanna make something nice for him, y’know?”

Lup was standing with a hand on her hip, judging him.

“Uh-huh.”

“He, uh - ” Fuck. “He..he deserves it.”

Lup shook her head, clucking her tongue.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad,” she chuckled.

Taako blanched.

“No!” he protested. “No, it’s just a gift, I don’t want - I never - ”

“Taako? My sweet brother whom I love very much?”

Taako gulped.

“Yeah?”

Lup reached out and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t lie to me, kay?”

It was a downright threat, and Taako stared at the floor, laughing nervously.

“Yeah, okay, find, maybe I do love the huggable idiot,” he admitted under his breath. “But you can’t tell anyone, you got that? Especially not Lucy, gods I can’t have her writing this shit in her books.”

Lup smirked.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” She tightened her grip. “If you tell him at the gift swap.”

Taako tried to reel back, but her grip was like a vice.

“Lup, you know I can’t - ”

“Hmm, then I guess I can tell Davenport to call the whole thing off. No more Candlenights, because my dork of a brother refused to confess to his - ”

“Lulu, please.”

“ - and gods know the others would be heartbroken and - ”

“Okay, okay, fine!”

She was still smirking, but she loosened her grip and stepped back.

“That’s better.”

Taako massaged his shoulder where her fingers had dug into his skin.

“You’re a right piece of work, you know that sis?”

She grinned.

“I know.”

And she walked out of the room.

*****

Magnus didn’t cook.

Sure, he knew basic meals, picked up on a few things from Taako. But he didn’t have the same touch Taako always carried. Give him a wild rabbit to skin and stick in stew any day. But the dishes Taako made were more than boring old stew. And Taako deserved more than just stew.

He didn’t think it could be that hard. Lup did it all the time, and she wasn’t a transmutation specialist. She had just learned from the best - why couldn’t Magnus do the same?

He experimented around with ingredients. Got some prime cuts of beef and lamb from the farmers outside the main city. Spices he borrow from a few kind merchants - they were new and alien, but he figured they couldn’t be that far from those that Taako usually cooked with. Mashed potatoes - now that he could do.

He thought.

Not wanting to officially cook the dish until the day of the gift swap, Magnus attempted smaller micro-dishes - taste samplers. His first attempt had gone...sour was the literal phrase. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong. Second attempt wielded a sad lumpy mess of limp carrots and overly-salted potatoes.

He was in the middle of trying something else - grilling lamb cuts - when Lup popped her head into the kitchen, startling Magnus. He accidentally knocked the lamb into the fire, and he scrambled to turn off the heat in time.

Lup laughed as he recovered the now charred remains of the lamb. It was a moot point anyway - the meat had been dull, grey, and dry from the start.

“Not going well?” Lup asked, looking over his large shoulder.

Magnus sighed.

“You two always make it look so easy!” he complained.

Lup patted him sympathetically.

“Didn’t know this is what you wanted to do with the cycle. I thought you’d be out exploring the plane with Davenport.”

“It’s not for the cycle. It’s for Candlenights.”

Lup raised her eyebrows.

“Oh?” She stepped around him, sniffing at the meat. “So you got Taako’s name?”

Magnus looked shocked.

“N - no! I mean - this could be for anybody! Lucretia likes lamb, doesn’t she, maybe it’s for her!”

“Mmm-hmm.” She picked up a carrot, examining it. “You know, this is an awful lot of effort for just a silly old gift. Why not just make him rabbit stew? You know we all love that.”

Magnus shifted slightly, staring at the counter and fiddling with the burner controls.

“I think - well, assuming it is Taako, which I’m not saying it is - I think he, uh...deserves something better than rabbit stew, y’know?”

Lup’s eyes widened slowly, and a smile crept onto her face.

“Oh. Oh, Magnus.”

“What?”

“Nothing!” she said, so quickly Magnus almost didn’t recognize the coyness in her tone. She stepped around the counter, tracing her fingers along the ingredients he’d picked out. She picked up a spare clove of garlic and twirled it expertly in her hand.

“He likes bacon,” she hinted. “Just in case it is his name that you got.”

She waltzed out of the room, tossing the garlic over her shoulder. Magnus caught it awkwardly, and stared back down at the stovetop.

******

It was two days until the gift swap, and things were not going well.

Taako had struggled to bite down the magic in his fingers, and he'd earned several splinters and a sore thumb from missing the nail with the hammer. He was gonna do this right goddamnit.

But all he had managed to do was carve some maple in the rough form of a ship. He had hacked away at it to make the interior hollow, and he wasn't even close to the proper shape. In fact, it looked somehow worse than the Starblaster had on the bad cycles, where it had taken some hits.

As he attempted to shear the top of the hull, the knife slipped, and he cut a deep gash in his finger.

"Ow, ow, fuck, stupid piece of -"

"You okay?"

He looked up, still clutching his bleeding finger. Magnus was standing in the doorway, looking concerned.

"Hey, big guy!!" Taako flung out his body, trying to cover the table behind him. The blood speckled the canvas cloth underneath. "Yeah, I'm fine, nothing to -"

Magnus was already running over to him, grabbing his hurt hand and gently bringing it up to him.

"What happened? Slip the blade?" he asked, already pulling out a spare bandage because of course he had spare bandages in his pockets, Merle wasn't always around to heal everything, and Magnus never wanted to see anyone hurt. The thought made Taako's heart swell a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," he admitted. "I'm fine though, really, I'm -"

He hissed sharply as Magnus tugged the bandage taught. Okay, maybe it was a bit worse than he thought. But Magnus was taking care of it. Like he always took care of everyone. Of Taako.

"Thanks," Taako said quietly.

"Of course!" Of course. "Lup sent me over here to check on ya. So, what are you working on?"

He looked over Taako's shoulder and spotted the shitty wooden ship.

"Oh, cool!" Magnus declared, picking it up. "You're making Davenport the Starblaster?"

Taako let out a breath. He was gonna kill his sister.

"Yeah, totally making it for him!" Taako lied through his teeth.

"Having a shit time with it too," he murmured.

"You want me to show you some tips?"

Taako almost laughed. Yeah, have Magnus teach Taako how to make his own gift.

He shrugged. "Why not?"

He stepped forward while Magnus smiled at him, eager as ever. Taako's heart skipped a little at his dopey grin.

"Okay, so first off, you need to sand down the wood before you even start carving it, otherwise the blade will get caught in the bark."

Taako picked up the wood and the tools, ready to try again. He followed what Magnus was saying, smiling slightly.

"Alright, now you've gotta use the big chisel to carve away the big bits."

Taako looked down. There were several tools, all looking like chisels, all similar sizes.

He picked one up.

"No, the other one."

Another.

"The other one."

He moved to pick one up, and suddenly Magnus' hand was on his, guiding him to the right one.

"That one," he said softly.

Taako realized Magnus was standing right behind him, almost embracing him, his tall figure a good foot higher than Taako's. He led Taako's hand firmly but gently over to the wood and showed him how to knock away the excess pieces. His hands cupped Taako's, occasionally squeezing down, helping him with the finer details. Magnus' words continued above him, spouting instructions, but Taako was content to just listen to his deep voice. He found himself leaning backwards, ever so slightly, into Magnus' tall frame, and he closed his eyes, just for a second, breathing him in. Imagining if this could be real.

"Taako, are you -"

Magnus stiffened, aware of where Taako was, and Taako backpedaled, pushing himself up and away, but he was caught between the table and Magnus' arms. He spun, extricating his hands and holding them close to his chest as he stared up at Magnus. He was staring right back, so close. Taako could feel his breath, almost taste his lips.

Magnus was the first one to snap out of it, shoving himself backwards, blinking hard.

"Yeah, so, does that help?" he asked, his voice even. Of course it was. Nothing phased Magnus, not even his best friend making bedroom eyes at him after he practically spooned him.

"Yeah, my man, thanks for the tips!" Taako said, his voice squeaking slightly. Damnit, pull yourself together.

"Welcome." Magnus offered a smile. "Can't wait to see the final product, I bet Dav's gonna love it!"

He turned and left before Taako could get in another word, leaving Taako in a lurch. Why did he do that, what the hell was he thinking. He's not interested. He doesn't want you.

He sucked in a breath. He was going to absolutely murder his sister.

******

Taako stormed into his bedroom, but Lup was already there, leaning back on her bunk and reading a book.

"How'd it go?" she purred.

"You absolute bastard," he grumbled. "That was all your idea!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, putting the book down and examining her nails. "I just figured you needed some help, you poor thing."

Taako fumed, sitting with a dramatic thump onto his own bunk.

"You're just trying to torture me," he groaned. "Your own brother!"

"I don't see what's wrong with having Magnus help you with your present. He doesn't need to know it's for him."

Taako pointed an accusatory finger at her.

"You know very well that's not what I'm upset about."

Lup smirked.

"I told you you needed to confess by the Secret Star King. I was just... speeding up the process."

"Making things worse is what you did."

He sighed and fell back onto his pillow, a hand to his forehead. He saw Lup roll her eyes.

"Tell you what," she offered, sliding off her bunk to kneel next to his. "I know for a fact that Magnus needs help with his gift."

"What's he doing, baking a pie for Lucretia or something?"

"Something like that."

Taako sat up.

"Sis, I was joking."

"And I'm not. He's struggling so much with the cooking and I know you wouldn't want to poison poor Lucretia…"

Taako shook his head, laughing.

"Man, we are all out of our league, aren't we?"

"Well I'm not," Lup said, beaming. "I'm having a fantastic time with my gift. But you two idiots could use some help."

She stood and returned to her book.

"Just don't go fainting into the oven, alright?"

Taako grabbed his best hat and stuck his tongue out at her. She replied in turn, then buried her head in her book again.

****

Magnus was burning the food. The smoke was very quickly filling the whole room, and he was coughing, trying to figure out what was going wrong. He struggled for the off switch on the stove, and he didn't notice Taako until he dove for it, before swiftly covering the charred mess in the pan with its lid. He panted, then looked over at Magnus, who was slumped against a bar stool, still coughing somewhat.

Damnit. You were so close and now he's here, witness to your failure.

"Hey, Taako," he said weakly, as the elf tried to wave most of the smoke out the window. "Lup send you?"

"My sister was under the impression that you needed some help."

He eyed the disaster on the stove and scooped it up, taking it to the open air to cool off. Magnus was still upset, but he pulled himself up quickly. He couldn't let Taako see him like this.

“Yeah, well, I mean - ” he stammered, staring down at the food. Not at Taako.

“Listen, my man, it takes some practice. But it’s pretty simple once you get the hang of it.”

“Easy for you to say,” Magnus sighed as he sank down into his seat. “Here I am, trying to make the perfect dish, and you - ”

“Perfect dish? For Lucretia?”

Magnus gaze shot up to Taako. Oh thank fuck, Lup must have bought the lie after all.

“Maggie, you know that woman will eat anything you make her, she loves your stuff.”

“I know!” Magnus said carefully. “I just...wanted her to have something nicer.”

“Hmm,” Taako mused as he examined the remains of the mess in his hands. “Was this bacon?”

Shit.

“Um, it was? I was trying something out with cheese, and...”

He gestured to the wreck. Taako smirked before dumping the whole thing into the garbage.

“Okay, if you’re going to be working with cheese, like making it fancy, you can’t just melt it over any old pan.”

He cleared a space on the counter and opened the fantasy fridge behind him, peering inside.

“What sort of flavors were you thinking?” he asked as he rummaged around.

Magnus tried to come up with something that wouldn’t clue Taako into the ruse.

“Uh...barebeque?”

Taako slammed the door and turned, glaring at him.

“Magnus, I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

He dropped a block of cream cheese into Magnus’ stunned hands.

“It’s simple – whip this up with a bit of cheddar and...”

He perused the shelves before grabbing a bottle and tossing it to Magnus. He caught it awkwardly, still staring at Taako.

“Worcestershire.”

“I, um...” Magnus examined the bottle. “How do you pronounce this again?”

Taako laughed.

“Look, Magnus, I can’t hold your hand through this. So I’m giving you a head start. Fly free little bird. Can’t wait to see if Lucy likes it.”

Magnus took him in. He was leaning casually on the counter, smiling, but his foot was tapping in the nervous tick Magnus knew meant he was nervous. He shouldn’t know that, it meant Taako had become everything in his mind, but that was the truth. He knew Taako better than the elf probably thought he did, and all he wanted to do was prove to him that he could give him something amazing. Something incredible and delicious.

His fingers tightened on the bottle. If Taako said it would taste good, he would make it.

“Alright, Taako. Thanks.”

“No problem, kemosabe, any time.”

His foot was still tapping, and Magnus looked at him curiously. Taako didn’t have any reason to be nervous. He always knew his way around the kitchen.

“I’ll try it out today.” Magnus turned back to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of ranch dressing. “What about this?”

Taako’s eyes widened and he made a small noise that Magnus couldn’t really get a read on.

“Maggie, that’s up to you to decide.”

He pushed himself up, and now his fingers were tapping the same rhythm. Magnus just didn’t get it. He put the bottle down gently as Taako backed out of the room.

“Good luck!”

He was gone before Magnus could respond. He stared down at the ingredients in his hands.

He didn’t think Taako had actually given him any cooking tips.

******

Taako sucked in a deep breath the moment he left the kitchen. What the hell was he thinking, giving Magnus the stuff to make one of his favorite dishes? And why in the ever loving fuck did Magnus know exactly what ingredient (the stupid ranch dressing) would make the whole thing perfect?

“He doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, why would he care so much?” he muttered as he half-ran down the hall.

He ran headlong into Lup, and suddenly there was paper flying everywhere, Lup cursing as she knelt to try and pick it all up.

“Goddamnit, Ko, I spent all morning on this, and now you’ve gone and - ”

Taako took a second look at the paper. It wasn’t blank, there was writing all over it. Lup was holding what looked like an empty cover.

“Lup, what is - ”

He snatched a piece out of the air and read it over.

- was some of the best fun I’ve had in ages. Your smile was so lovely, and your laugh made me feel –

Lup grabbed the paper back from him, almost ripping it in half. She was blushing.

“None of your business, is what it is.”

He eyed the cover that she was shoving all the papers back into.

“Is this for Lucretia?”

Lup didn’t answer. She collected the final pieces before shutting the cover forcefully and standing up.

“Oh ho ho, you are not in love with - ”

“Taako, I’m gonna make you a deal - ”

She shoved a finger in his face.

“I won’t say shit about your thing for Magnus if you don’t say shit about this.”

Taako was still shocked.

“Wait. If you got Lucretia’s name, then why the hell did you say Magnus was cooking for her?”

Lup closed her eyes and cursed.

“Lulu,” he chided. “He pulled my name didn’t he?”

She stared at the ground.

“Maybe,” she grumbled.

“Oh no,” Taako realized. “I just told him how to make the perfect dish for me. Oh, god, Lup, this is going to backfire horribly, you can’t let this happen.”

“Last time I checked,” Lup said, pulling the journal closer to her. “It wasn’t any of my business.”

She shoved past him, shouldering him hard, leaving him to think.

Magnus knew what Taako wanted. He was going to make him exactly what he wanted. And Taako was supposed to sit there and take it like it wasn’t the most pathetic thing to happen to him.

The gift swap was tomorrow.

He groaned and headed back to the workshop.

He had a ship to finish.

******

The morning came beautifully. There was a layer of fresh snow on the ground, the Candlenights bush was alight, and everyone around them was celebrating.

Davenport had polished up the Starblaster’s living room with a small bush of its own, and everyone had their gifts ready.

As Taako expected, Lup gave Lucretia a journal full of stories they had shared. Lucretia had turned beet red, and so had Lup. Merle gave Barry a new pair of somewhat patchworked blue jeans he had made himself, and Barry gave the dwarf a Candlenights pumpkin he had tried to grow in a greenhouse. It was deflated, and sad-looking, but Merle loved it anyway. Davenport smiled cheerfully as he gave Lup a simple sweater with the IPRE logo, that he said he had knitted himself.

It was Magnus’ turn to present his gift, and he produced a large plate surrounded by buttery crackers. In its center there was a giant cheeseball, covered in herbs and bacon. Taako could smell the ranch from across the room, and his mouth watered just looking at it. Magnus had outdone himself, and Taako had no idea why. Why was he worth so much? He shouldn’t have ever helped Magnus. He should have just –

“Taako?”

Davenport was trying to get his attention.

“Taako, it’s your gift next, right?”

“Yeah. Coming right up.”

He left the room and returned with the Starblaster model in his hands.

He was particularly proud of himself, actually. The beautifully sculpted hull was painted the shining silver of the real thing. The cockpit was sleek and smooth. The thing even had the name etched into its side, carefully done by fucking hand (and his fingers still hurt from doing it). But it was done, and it was pretty, and from one look at Magnus Taako could tell he loved it. Taako’s heart swelled up to just look at the big guy’s expression.

“Taako!” he gasped. “Taako, that’s incredible!”

Taako smiled sheepishly as he set the thing down on the table.

“Thanks. I wanted to make sure it looked good for - ”

“Davenport, that’s gotta be the best present ever!”

“Wait, what?”

Magnus turned to Davenport, who looked shocked too, but Lucretia was shaking her head.

“No, I had Davenport’s name. Magnus, that ship’s for you.”

Magnus stared at Taako.

“For me?”

Taako was gaping at him.

“Wait, wait. You think I made this for Davenport?”

“You were so focused on it, you were so passionate! You must have loved Davenport so much and I didn’t want to - ”

“Davenport? Davenport? Excuse me, why the ever loving fuck would I be in love with Davenport - no offense Dav - ”

The gnome shrugged.

“Davenport?!”

“I didn’t think it was for me!”

“You idiot, of course it was for you!”

“Why did you put so much effort into something that I would - ”

“Okay, back up, Taako’s not answering that question, you should be answering mine, which is why the hell did you put so much effort into my gift?”

Magnus blinked at him.

“Lup said it was your favorite.”

“Lup said?!”

Taako whirled on his sister, flipping her off with both hands. She saluted him, and he turned back to Magnus.

“Magnus, you nearly killed yourself in that kitchen. Why didn’t you make your rabbit stew? You know I would have been happy with that.”

Magnus looked saddened.

“I wanted it to be special. For you.”

Taako took the words hard.

“What, so now you’re taking pity on me?” he spat. He didn’t need this. This extra effort. “It’s bad enough seeing me by myself all the time, you had to go and embellish it?”

Magnus was shaking his head, but Taako wasn’t having any of it.

“You’re such an idiot, Mags, a real prize. It’s already hard enough having to see you dance around with people on the different planes. Dancing with people who weren’t me. Now you gotta go and remind me that I’m just a pity project to you, someone you feel bad for.”

Magnus was staring at him.

“People who weren’t...you?” he asked, confused.

“Here we go,” Lup stage whispered to the rest of the crew. Taako could have sworn he heard money being exchanged, but he didn’t care.

“Yeah, Maggie!” he yelled. “Not me! Because you’ll never dance with me, no matter how much I want it. You wanna know why I put so much into this hunk of junk? Because you deserve the best, Magnus Burnsides. You wanna know why I know that? Because I love your stupid face too much, and I’ll never give you second best, even if all you’ll do is bake me a pity cake and serve it with a smile.”

Magnus was dumbstruck. Lup was smirking. And Taako was panting hard, his braid unraveling at the end, his fists balled up tight.

“Look,” he spit out, storming over to the plate with Magnus’ cheese ball and scooping it up, almost spitefully. “I’m going to enjoy this in the comfort of my own room. You win, Lup.”

He flipped her off again, pointedly ignoring Merle and Davenport eating popcorn by the window. His asshole of a sister must have handed it out. Fine, whatever.

“Show’s over people,” he muttered.

“...I have a stupid face?” were the only words he heard from Magnus before Taako slammed the door behind him.

******

The worst part about all of it was that the food was exceptionally good. Magnus had outdone himself, always and forever, like he always would, and it made Taako even more pissed. Because of course Magnus would go all out. Of course he would devote all this time and energy and effort into making Taako the perfect dish because the dumb idiot never wanted anyone to feel left out. He felt bad for Taako, seeing him on his own.

“Whose fault is it that I’m alone in the first place, huh?” Taako muttered spitefully as he took another bite. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t blame Magnus - he blamed himself. But that wasn’t Taako’s area of expertise, so he threw the ball back in Magnus’ court because having an imaginary scapegoat for your own problems is better than confronting them yourself.

There was a tentative knock on the door. Taako groaned, setting aside the food delicately (he still wanted to eat more) as he forced himself to his feet and stormed over to the door.

“Lup, I swear to god, Fantasy Jesus, Jeffandrew, and literally everyone in the Celestial Plane that I am gonna - ”

He wrenched the door open, ready with a string of curses. But it wasn’t Lup. It was Magnus.

“Hi,” he said timidly.

Taako moved to close the door, but Magnus stuck his foot out and caught it.

“Please,” he offered, desperation in his voice. “I just wanna talk.”

Taako rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, throwing his hands up in the air as he walked back to his bunk and the plate of delicious food. He threw himself onto the bed and waved a hand dramatically, inviting Magnus to enter.

“Not much to talk about, my man,” he said, pointedly ignoring Magnus’ puppy dog eyes. The whole thing reeked of the adoration that Magnus usually poured into things. Selfless loser.

“I didn’t mean any of what you said back there. I promise.”

Taako took another spiteful bite. God it was good.

“Listen, you’re the team lover. We’ve all heard the stories, we know each other. It’s been, what, fifteen cycles? Twenty? The idea that you wanna care for all of us isn’t anything new, Mags. I get it.”

“Taako, I do care about you, just like everyone else, but I - ”

“That’s all I gotta hear, Maggie.” Taako finished his food, savoring the last taste of bacon on his tongue. Magnus was struggling for words.

“The Starblaster,” he said slowly. Taako knew he meant the model ship Taako had slaved over, as much as he wanted him to be talking about the one they were in. If only so they didn’t. Have. To talk. About this. “Why were you so focused on it?”

Taako curled his legs up to his chest and looked out the window, away from Magnus.

“I told you why,” he said dully, almost under his breath.

“I guess I don’t...you’re always so bold, Taako, I...I never knew you’d want me.”

Taako recoiled further and closed his eyes.

“Yeah, well.”

Why wasn’t Magnus leaving? Things would be so much better if he just wasn’t there.

“Taako.”

Magnus’ hand was on Taako’s, and he wanted to leap back, hissing, because no one touched him except Lup, at least not like this, not when he was vulnerable and messy and dear god why did Magnus have to look like that?

His eyes were big and watery, there was a hesitant smile on his lips, and he looked cute, the absolute fucker. He was making Taako’s heart skip three beats at a time, and it wasn’t fair.

“What do you care anyway?!” Taako snapped, shoving himself up from the bed and marching to the door. Magnus’ hand hovered midair where it had been touching Taako’s skin moments before. “We’ve both played our hands, made our beds. Now I’ve gotta lie in mine, and you in yours, and we’ll move on!”

He yanked open the door and pointed firmly at the hall outside.

Magnus looked heartbroken, and it made Taako furious.

“Why do you have to look like that!” he cried. “It’s bad enough you look down on me - ”

Magnus stood suddenly.

“Taako, no - ”

“ - and now Taako’s gone and opened his big mouth and said shit you were never meant to hear and I - ”

Magnus was in front of him, towering over him with his big frame and muscles that could hug Taako so warmly and goddamnit.

“Taako, I love you, okay?” Magnus shouted.

“Yeah! That’s exactly the problem!”

Magnus shook his head and grasped Taako’s shoulders, and as much as he wanted to shove them off and run the other way, he found himself rooted to the spot.

“Taako, I don’t pity you! I don’t want you to feel good, or have nice things, or be cared for because I’m obligated to! I want perfection for you, Taako, because I love you!”

Taako opened his mouth for a retort and stopped short, one finger raised in retaliation.

“You - you’re saying that you specially cooked a meal - ”

“Yes.”

“And did all this work - ”

“Yes.”

“And asked my fucking sister to help you - ”

Magnus stuttered. “I d - didn’t exactly ask her - ”

“Oh, shut up you lovable idiot.”

Taako threw himself forward and kissed Magnus with as much as he could muster in the span of three seconds, before he pulled back, his hands still gently grasping Magnus’ shirt. Magnus looked surprised, and immediately Taako tried to push himself away.

“Never should’ve...stupid, I’m so fucking stupid...I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m - ”

He didn’t realize what was happening until Magnus’ lips were on his, and they were kissing again, longer and deeper. Taako felt the door close quietly behind him before Magnus had lifted him into the air, pressing him against the door and wow, it felt like flying kissing this man, this big stupid lug who cared too damn much for his own good.

In a breath that he almost didn’t want to take, he looked at Magnus, at his soft eyes and dorky smile.

“I fucked up,” he whispered. “I didn’t know - ”

“You’re forgiven,” Magnus said softly, kissing him gently on the cheek.

“That bacon was really fucking good.”

“I know.” He was kissing his neck now, oh my god he was kissing his neck.

“How much do you think the team lost on the bets?” he asked, trying and failing to distract himself from Magnus’ strong arms and his careful fingers.

“Bet they didn’t expect this,” Magnus breathed into his ear, and Taako stopped talking then, because even if this was a fluke, a one off, Magnus’ pity going to the extreme -

But it wasn’t. He felt that, somewhere inside of him. Magnus had a tiny ship and Taako had a licked-clean plate to prove it. This wasn’t going to go away.

Somewhere down the hall, Lup listened in on the bedroom and beamed as she collected her winnings from everyone around her.

Next to her, Lucretia started a new page in her books.

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The Magic of Mika Penniman

Or, why you should watch Stasera Casa Mika

If you don’t currently live in western Europe or eastern Asia, you’ve likely never heard of Mika. You’d be forgiven for this. Despite being a household name in Italian and French speaking countries and a serious force in Korea, China and Japan, Mika is a virtual unknown in the English speaking world. This is a real shame. Mika is a pop star with a message and a countenance and a fandom distinct from any other. His greatest work is his 2 season Italian primetime variety extravaganza, Stasera Casa Mika, but it’s truly impossible to understand the show or its importance without an understanding of the man and the people who love him.

Mika is a man of many places and many languages. He was born in Lebanon, raised in Paris and London, is a fixture of television in France and Italy and keeps homes in Paris, Milan, London and Miami. One of his most immediately impressive talents is his ability to rapidly switch between speaking 3 or 4 languages across just a few sentences. On top of his native French and English and fluent Italian, he also speaks Spanish (moderately) some Arabic, and some Chinese. Search for him on YouTube and you‘ll find hundreds of videos of the man meeting his fans; it’s not uncommon to see him speak to 3 different people in 3 different languages, switching to respond in any language without so much as pausing. He’s tall and certainly handsome, albeit the latter in a non-traditional sense. His hair is curly and voluminous and sometimes completely out of control. His eyes are golden brown with hints of green, his jawline is sharp; yet still he describes his own face as “odd”. The chiseled handsomeness is offset by plump, often flushed cheeks and deep dimples. His smile is wide and bright and his front teeth are crooked. His appearance truly depends on his expression: when neutral or serious he’s solidly what anyone would call sexy. But he’s giggly and good natured, he smiles easily and often, and as soon as he does he shifts from sexy to simply adorable. With the crooked front teeth and plump pink cheeks he sometimes looks something like a bunny or a chipmunk. But still, a beautiful chipmunk.

Mika, serious

Mika, goofy

Even with his beauty it’s his personality that’s earned him so many fans. He’s bubbly and energetic on television and onstage, and while that’s 100% genuine, it’s more one of his moods than an accurate representation of his personality as a whole. There’s another side to him, equally entertaining but very different. Mika was snarky and loud when he first rose to fame at the age of 23 but as he’s aged he’s mellowed and calmed quite a bit. It’s an absolutely lovely transformation to witness if you’ve been following him for some time. Young Mika was hilarious and good hearted but sometimes brash and rude (to be fair, always entertainingly, endearingly, sassily so). The man he is now is pure and gentle. He’s soft-spoken and exceptionally kind. Watching him interact with his fans is like watching the human version of a cup of hot tea. The man also seems to have stunning talent for feeling a room. He picks up on his fan’s emotions without a word being said. One of the best “Mika picking up on people’s feelings” stories involves him noticing a woman in his audience of thousands crying, and pulling her onstage mostly to hug her. Another fantastic tale tells of him going out of his way to ensure one of his fans felt included in a conversation when another person seemed to be getting all the attention. He told a fan on an airplane that he would meet her at the destination airport baggage claim to take a picture with her, and not only did he make good on that promise, the fan discovered he had no luggage of his own and went to baggage claim exclusively to wait for her. He’s got 2 dogs he dotes on and a penchant for sweater wearing. There’s something about him that just seems inherently huggable.

Mika’s claim to fame is his one of a kind brand of dark bubblegum pop. He pairs cheery, poppy music with dark, sometimes disturbing lyrics. Between the beat and the brisk singing, it’s easy to miss the lyrics entirely and get wrapped up in dancing around; this is the key to the success of formula. You may be thinking that cheerful music and dark lyrics are not unique, but this isn’t Melanie Martinez. Mika doesn’t lean on the darkness of his lyrics, singing to the camera with dramatic pauses to make sure you get it. He just sings, and trusts that his audience is smart enough to understand the point on their own. It’s on you to notice that the cheery song about teenage freedom you’re singing gleefully to on a summer afternoon contains the words “Left here on my own/ I’m gonna hurt myself”.

Mika’s first two albums, Life in Cartoon Motion and The Boy Who Knew Too Much, are about his childhood and adolescence viewed through an abstract lens. Most of the songs are vignettes about imaginary characters in metaphorical and absurd situations, but all of what might first seem like nonsense has meaning. It’s a distanced way to talk about real things, and Mika has plenty of real things to work with. His family was evacuated from Lebanon during the Lebanese Civil War in 1983 and his father was held as a hostage in the Gulf War for 8 months when Mika was just 8 years old. Mika suffered badly from dyslexia, did poorly in school (not helped by cruel teachers), and was mercilessly bullied to point of going mute for a while. His music draws on all this inner pain and a talent for empathy to write darkness in a way that feels authentic. It never feels like just an emo aesthetic. His third album, The Origin of Love, diverges from theme for an airier sound and more cheerful lyrics. It’s an album about love in forms both positive and negative, and it feels much warmer and more optimistic than the work that came before. His 4th (and as of this writing, most recent) album, No Place in Heaven, is another departure from his previous work. If Life in Cartoon Motion and The Boy Who Knew Too Much discuss Mika’s life and problems in metaphor and simile, No Place in Heaven is the clear, plain English version, without the euphemistic wordplay. The album discusses Mika’s anxieties, from the trivial to the existential, with detail and without fear. No Place in Heaven is the modern English facing page translation to Life in Cartoon Motion and The Boy Who Knew Too Much’s Shakespearean stanzas. “Good Wife” is about the pain of a gay man in love with his straight friend and speaks his thoughts that he would be a much better partner than his friend’s unkind wife; “All She Wants” is an unflinching description of Mika’s fears that he’s a disappointment to his mother. “L’amour Fait ce Qu’il Veut” is an uncomplicated love song which manages to simultaneously remain unpolitical and make a clear statement by simply using the grammatical gendering system of the French language to assign male pronouns to the entity of love. The musical sound itself is different from his previous music. It’s more singer-songwriter, more guitar-heavy, and less electronic, but the whole thing is still recognizably Mika. This album feels like a catharsis for him. It’s not that he ever seemed sad or depressed, but post No Place in Heaven Mika seems like a new man. He looks healthier and happier than he ever has before. It’s as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

Mika’s honest lyrics and cheerful music have attracted a large, exceptionally dedicated and tight-knit fan base. Mika’s fans aren’t fans simply because they enjoy his music. They’re fans because they find comfort in his lyrics and his philosophy. You’ll always find at least some people in any fandom who feel this way, but for Mika fans it’s the rule. Ask any of them why they love Mika or how they discovered him and they’ll tell you a story that describes Mika or his music being there for them at a point in their life when it was most needed.

Mika is deeply important to people. Celebrities have fans, Mika has a flock. His fandom, largely (though not entirely) young and mostly (though not entirely) female, flourishes predominately on Twitter, Instagram, and a dedicated fan forum, where they communicate with each other across time zones and language barriers, often learning parts of languages they otherwise don’t speak. There’s a warmth here, a deep love and concern for each other. These people, most of whom are in some form of school, are spending their spare time learning languages by choice only to understand each other, and Mika, better. Due to Mika’s aforementioned cross-language popularity and success, to be a Mika fan is to be at least partly bi- or tri-lingual. A short venture into #mikainstagram on Instagram (Mika and his fans have dedicated their own tag based on his Instagram handle, as #Mika is flooded with posts about a coincidentally named anime character) will show you thousands of affectionate posts about Mika, common for any fandom, but they talk about him in the kind of elevated language people normally use to discuss royalty. Even the absolute briefest interactions with his fans prompt deeply emotional responses. Even a smile matters. And it’s sincere - there’s no sarcasm here, no snark, absolutely no “too cool for it” artificial lack of concern. The people who speak about how Mika’s smile changed their life aren’t kidding in the slightest. He genuinely has that power and that kind of energy; it’s unique and almost impossible to understand without being inside it. When he’s part of Q&A sessions (he tends to do at least one a year), he doesn’t get asked nearly as many questions about himself and his music as he gets asked for general life advice. When given the opportunity, Mika’s fans literally bring him their problems, as if to the world’s coolest advice columnist.

All this information is necessary because what Casa Mika is and the effect it has is hard enough to explain on paper alone, and becomes completely impossible to explain without all the context (watching the show, however, will provide all this context pretty immediately whether you’ve ever heard of Mika or not; he really is magic and you’ll pick up on his energy immediately). Mika is a source of wisdom and a protective presence to his fans. He’s trusted and relied on in a way that celebrities rarely are, and he therefore finds himself in a position of power to influence many young people’s lives for the better.

Being a judge on the Italian version of The X Factor launched Mika into household name status in Italy as people who discovered him through his television appearances then discovered his music. Italy has become his strongest market since his time on X factor. Italy also has a long tradition of primetime variety television shows, and 2016 they were ripe for a new one. Mika’s creative wheels happened to be turning, and so Stasera Casa Mika was born.

Casa Mika (almost always referred to in this way, the “Stasera” is generally left off) is a very hard thing to put into words simply due to it being…really hard to put into words, but “variety show” still comes the closest to a concise description. The concept is fairly simple: Mika is your host, inviting you into his home. “Stasera Casa Mika” translates roughly into “Tonight at Mika’s house” in Italian. There are skits, comedy segments, and many musical performances, some starring Mika and some not. In between all this Mika talks to the camera and undergoes a breathtaking number of outfit changes. The first episode opens with Mika driving the tiniest car imaginable and singing to his dogs, and it really only gets warmer and softer from there. He’s got a co-presenter in both seasons. The first, Anglo-Italian actress Sarah Felberbaum, has a presence and warmth that mixes perfectly with Mika’s. They make fantastic presentation partners. Sarah is replaced in the second season by Luciana Littizzetto, who’s a pure gem and brings a whole lot of love and light with her. It works extremely well in the context of the second season.

There’s a whole genre of media that I adore but find it hard to put a name to. For lack of a better term, call it “self-confident”. It’s art that doesn’t care if it’s objectively good or if it has wide appeal. It’s only concerned with being whatever it’s going to be, and trusts that the right audience will find it. Sometimes it turns out objectively good and sometimes it doesn’t, but’s always interesting. Within this genre you’ll find the shamelessly and unabashedly joyful and pure things. Joyful and pure are not en vogue. Media was forcefully sugar coated and inaccurate to real life for so long that a collective decision was made that everything has to be realistic and gritty, that we’ve got no time left for fearless joy. But every now and then you find a movie or show that’s just good and pure and has no qualms about being so.

My personal benchmark for this genre is Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. If you’re a child of anywhere between the early 70s and the late 2000s and you spent time watching American public television, you probably at least occasionally watched Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. Hosted by Fred Rogers, a man who can only be accurately described as an angel walking on the face of this undeserving earth, Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood was a slow paced and kind children’s show which discussed very real and serious problems and current events in grounded and intelligent ways that children could understand. Yet between the much needed and challenging social commentary was a lovely, caring show that wanted nothing from you. It protected you. Fred Rogers ended every episode with a lovely song about how he loves and cares for you, he’s just happy you’re alive. Mister Rogers and his show hold a very special place in the hearts of the people who grew up with them. For those people mere mention of it is bound to start them crying. It stuck with people, and it does to this day.

Casa Mika, to me, feels like a version of Mister Rogers for adults. It manages to be joyful without ignoring problems in life and in the world. Old media was joyful as it pretended that life was always perfect and nothing was ever thorny. Casa Mika is joyful despite the thorniness of general existence. It doesn’t shy away from problems or politics; it just takes them in its joyful stride. It’s sort of like an uplifting emotional movie. You’ll cry but it will still bring you up in the end. Mika talks about human and civil rights, about poverty, about crime, about prisons, and you still come out the other side feeling a whole lot better than you did before.

Most episodes of Casa Mika follow a similar format: Mika opens the show with a pre-filmed skit that leads into the opening number of the show, a large and energetic performance of the show’s theme song. The show itself is a mishmash, with any number of live and pre-filmed skits and performances. Common segments include: Mika driving a taxi, learning how to do a job from someone, traveling Italy meeting talented musicians from unlikely places, musical performances by Mika and others, and interviews with celebrities. Mika ends every episode by climbing into an oversized bed while wearing pajamas, gently bidding goodnight to the audience, and shutting off the studio lights. It’s important to know this show originally went off at 11:30 PM – people really were going to bed; he’s truly bidding his audience goodnight.

Stasera Casa Mika promo photos

The cheerful opening, the calm come-down ending, and the clearly defined structure brings to mind children’s night time television. It brings to mind children’s television in general; it brings to mind Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. And somehow that’s exactly what it is, simply aimed at a very different audience. Casa Mika is Mister Rogers for the 2018 young adult or teenager. It’s darker and slightly cracked. It’s facing the real problems of the world but it’s facing them led by this lovely, protective figure of a man. He’s even got the sweater and sneakers at one point. It’s as if Mister Rogers was painted by Picasso.

It’s important to draw a distinction between the two seasons of Casa Mika. They’re two seasons of the same show but they’re still separate entities in a lot of ways. They’re both uplifting but season one is more purely joyful while season 2 deals more consistently with harder topics. Season 2 introduces Gregory, a large monster who looks like he jumped straight out of Where the Wild Things Are. Gregory is introduced as Mika’s close friend, and It’s made clear in unambiguous language that Gregory suffers from crippling, chronic depression. If you started watching Casa Mika to forget all your problems this show has other plans for you. Mika’s more or less taking care of Gregory, and he explains that he does this because sometimes you have to, and that sometimes the best way to help people is to simply be present. Gregory gets a whole lot of screen time over the course of the season, and every moment he’s on screen is taken as a moment to provide some simple but effective comfort for everyone watching who’s going through a mental illness of some kind or other.

The first season of Casa Mika is free, joyful, loud and pure. The skits and performances are hilarious and uplifting. It’s all one giant party, bringing as much energy as it can straight to your heart. It lifts you out of your problems enough that you feel strong enough to look them in the eye. The second season of Casa Mika gently guides you through those problems, in the kind of way that makes you weep, but it’s a good weeping. It’s a cathartic, detoxifying weeping. Casa Mika came right on the heels of Mika’s newfound lightness after No Place in Heaven, so watching the series feels a bit like joining him on a journey, an emotional experience you’re on together. Much like you, the viewer, Mika takes a season to be truly free and the next to face problems, some of which are quite clearly his own. If you watch the show, the whole show, all 8 episodes, in order, you’ll be taken on a teary eyed trip through Mika’s mind and your own, and all the dark corners of both.

If you go into this show with a feeling that no one cares about you and no idea who Mika is, you’ll come out the other side feeling slightly better because now you know there’s a guy named Mika who cares about you. And like Mika’s music, this somehow manages to feel truly authentic. While there have been a million people and a million celebrities who speak and post and tweet encouragement to mental illness sufferers, Mika is easier to believe. I tend to think it’s in his presentation. His message is less of a blithely optimistic (and often annoying) “THINGS WILL GET BETTER” and more of a soft hug from a friend telling you that yes, things will eventually get better but even more importantly that they still love you while things AREN’T better. Mika focuses on the normalcy and okay-ness of sadness and depression, that there’s nothing to be ashamed of in your struggles. He’s got so many of his own (it’s heavily implied that Gregory is not only a fictional character but an anthropomorphization of Mika’s own mental health struggles) that he’s able to talk about mental health from the perspective of someone who’s not only been there but has developed a philosophy that holds optimism and realism in just the right balance to be comforting but not infuriatingly positive. Like a really good therapist, Mika makes you feel better about the future without making you want to punch him.

It’s all written and presented in such a way that it will only really affect you if you too suffer – if you have no struggles, Casa Mika’s discussion of them won’t bring you down. The show remains uplifting and energetic throughout, and if you take it on without needing any particular catharsis it will simply be one of the best and most entertaining things you’ve ever watched. Mika is like human sunlight, an actual joy on your television. But let’s face it: that’s not the case for most of us. Something about the present is just hard for everyone, and most of us are struggling with something. Maybe you, reader, don’t. And that is FANTASTIC! Now go find a TV and watch Casa Mika, because it will only make you happier. But perhaps you DO suffer from something. Many things. Maybe you’re a little sad or a little afraid. Or maybe it’s worse. Maybe you’re reading this in a bed you don’t feel like you have the energy to get out of. If that’s the case, here is my advice. Join mikafanclub.com . It’s free and easy and all they want is an email. Joining will give you access to their thread of English subtitles. As Casa Mika’s broadcast language is Italian, you’ll probably want them. From that thread you can find watch links for all 8 episodes of Stasera Casa Mika. Watch them. Watch them all, in order. They’re about 3 hours each, so it’s a solid 24 hours of television. I recommend a pace of about half an episode a day. There’s a lot going on and there’s so few of them, so it’s best both to give yourself time to absorb each half episode and to stretch them out as long as you can. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry a lot.

To be clear, I’m not claiming or suggesting that 24 hours of Italian television will cure your depression. But it will put you through something. You’ll be made happier and more introspective in turn. And in the end, the very end, the part where I always end up grossly sobbing, you’ll probably be grossly sobbing too. And it’ll feel like crying out emotional toxins. Like a really intense therapy session, emotionally exhausting but purifying. Sometimes the cure we all need is a little bit of snot running down our faces.

Written by Savannah

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Can I Bar-row Your Attend-tion (ch3)

Pairing: Roman/Patton

Characters: Roman, Patton, Logan, Virgil, Thomas, Joan, Talyn (some OCs)

Word Count: (who’s she? never heard of her? XP)

Summary: Roman and Patton are two bartenders at a local bar & grill with some serious chemistry. However, the only people who don’t realize it are each other, and one of them is in a relationship…on the rocks.

Author’s Note:

Hey friends! What’s this? Two chapters in one week!? Don’t get used to it, sadly. I want to get content out ASAP, but my work schedule sucks. For now though, here’s the next chapter in the Bar & Grill AU, and I am SO thankful to see all the positive feedback so far and am happy you’re enjoying it! If you’d like to be in the tag list for future chapters in the Bar & Grill AU or other works by me, let me know. And as always feel free to leave a comment in the messages or reply if you have any notes or constructive critiques. I’m always open to writing advice. Enjoy!

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Chapter 3: Premium Chemistry, Shaken not Stirred (POV- Roman)

It was a slow Tuesday night at the bar & grill, just a dozen of regulars either having dinner at the tables or drinks at the bar. The Sanders’ employees were by no means slacking on their jobs, yet there was an air of comfortable easement. Which suited Roman fine. He’d just come from another long rehearsal before his shift and frankly it had left him in no mood to be overly charming to any new faces tonight. Fortunately for him, Patton was patient enough to listen to him vent.

“…And THEN Fred—you know, our Angel? Ugh, I can’t believe I have to kiss him—anyways, he goes and tells everyone my idea but then just rephrases it differently and takes credit for it. If that wasn’t bad enough, they all go along with it and tell Fred what a great idea he had, especially our stage manager Kiersten, or should I say Kier-satan! Curse that little lesbian Lucifer—I swear those two divas are in cahoots—but it was MY idea in the FIRST place! UGH I can’t stand them! I may also be one of the hot popular leads in the cast, but at least I’M not a jerkity-jerk-two-faced-jerk…Gaghhh, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore!”

“Roman, take it easy! I know you’re upset but you’re starting to spill,” said Patton.

Indeed he had overfilled one of the glasses and now there was a small puddle on the counter. Good thing it was just club soda from the nozzle and nothing expensive.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” he said as he fixed the last drink. “Here’s your Old Fashioned, Sal. Just like you.”

“Thanks pal,” said the mustached contractor with a wink.

“And your third Shirley Temple, Imani. You might want to slow down there.”

“Very funny Roman,” said the hijabi. “Save the over dramatics for your rehearsals.”

“I am NOT being over dramatic…not this time anyway,” he pouted, wiping up the spill he’d made with a wet rag.

“Of course you’re not,” said Patton, patting his shoulder sweetly.

Very few things could take even an ounce of enjoyment out of theatrical experiences for Roman, but lying diva cast-mates was one of them. Sadly, he’d been cursed to work with two. In the last few weeks of rehearsals Roman had come to befriend most of the cast and production team. However Fred had proven himself to be an entitled actor that only gave the time of day to his own clique, and Kiersten was—for lack of a Patton approved word—a bitch who was fake nice to everyone only to subtly undermine everyone else’s opinions, even the director! Roman absolutely hated people like that!

“Hey Patton,” said Lizzie, another regular, from the other side of the bar. “Can I get a gin for me and a whiskey sour for my lady love here?”

For once Lizzie was in a black dress and not her usual EMT uniform. Beside her was a curly haired woman in a rose pink dress that complimented her olive skin-tone perfectly. Yas queen, Roman thought. At least someone around here was getting lucky in the love department.

“Coming right up Lizzie! Goodness, it is so nice to finally meet you Maya,” said Patton, ambling over to his customers.

“You know my name?” asked Maya looking pleasantly surprised.

“Oh of course! Lizzie talks about how wonderful you are all the time.” Then Patton gasped loudly. “Is that an engagement ring I spy? CONGRATULATIONS you two! Here, have a celebratory cookie. Aw heck, have two! You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” they said, smiling as Patton handed them each two mini chocolate chip cookies from his apron stash.

As Roman watched his co-worker he couldn’t help but silently gush. This was the thing he loved most about Patton- how sincerely kind he was. The bespectacled angel never put on airs or had ulterior agendas. There wasn’t a single catty bone in the cat lover’s huggable body (ironic given how allergic Patton was to cats). If he listened to or remembered a little detail about you, it was because he genuinely cared about you as a human being. And for Roman, who worked in the competitive and often shady world of theater, that was a rare and beautiful quality in a person.

Everything about Patton was beautiful.

“I think that spot there is clean enough lover boy,” said Sal, his mustache twitched in a smirk.

“Right. Thanks Sal—wait, what do you mean lover boy?” he asked.

“Listen, Ro,” Patton said coming back over. “I understand why you’re so upset and your feelings are completely valid. But you can’t let people like that get you down and ruin the whole experience for you. That’s how bullies like them win. You get along with the rest of the cast, right?”

“Yes, they’re fantastic,” he said. “Our Mimi and I have even become good friends.”

“Aaand your director is nice and fair, right?”

“Very. He’s downright brilliant.”

“And you’re having fun being part of this show, right?”

“Of course! RENT is an institution!”

“Then that’s all that should matter! Just do your best, ignore the rest, and remember to have fun with it!”

Roman chuckled at Patton’s dad-like gesture. So adorable.

“I suppose you’re right Patton. It’s just frustrating. I can’t stand deceitful people like that. They really get under my skin! ...Anyways, enough about my drama. How are you Patton? Anything new in your life?”

For some reason Patton seemed surprised by the question. It’s not as though Roman wasn’t interested in the other’s life. In fact, he was very interested in it. Wanted to be a part of it even…part of his world. Now is not the time for mental Disney references, Roman. Then Patton beamed. Dear lord, its like he was made of sunshine.

“I’m doing pretty great actually,” said Patton. “In fact, I’ve started volunteering at the local animal shelter on my days off. It’s not Veterinary school, but pretty close enough.And I still get to help cute little animals.”

Of course he would spend his rare free-time helping others. He truly was an angel sent from the heavens. ‘That’s wonderful Patton! I’m happy for you, truly.”

“Thanks Roman. That…means a lot to me.”

“And how’s it been with my temporary replacement?”

“Not bad. He gets along with the customers well enough, although he can’t hold a candle to you.”

“Well of course,” Roman waved his hand dramatically. “I’m basically Lumière.”

Patton giggled. “Actually, aside from looking alike, you wouldn’t think Remy and Logan were related. He’s a lot more laid back. Although he does have a habit of showing up late for work, and I think he might have a bit of a coffee addiction.”

“A bit?” Lizzie called from across the bar. “Please, that guy probably has more coffee in his veins than blood!”

Roman laughed. “Coffee can be pretty addicting. That’s why I switched to drinking chai lattes. They certainly taste a lot better too.”

“Huh. Interesting…”

For some reason Patton seemed to be staring at Roman’s mouth. Good lord, did he have something in his teeth? He turned his head away to slyly check. Phew! All good.

“Well at least one of us is getting along with our new co-workers. Unlike me,” he grumbled. Stupid Fred. Stupid Kiersten.

“Aw Roman, isn’t there something I can do to cheer you up?” asked Patton.

“I doubt it, but I appreciate the gesture Patton.”

Roman sighed, propped his elbow on the table and rested his cheek in hand. As much as he loved being in RENT rehearsals it was taking a chuck out of his treasured time with Patton. Now not only was he forced to deal with two diva bitches, but also someone else was having time with his Patton, probably falling for him just as much as Roman had and waiting to make a move. What if Remy charmed Patton enough that he’d actually break-up with Dio for the guy? What if he was more Patton’s type, more worthy of the sweet man’s love than him? What if his replacement was more handsome than he was!?

Wait what am I thinking? There’s no one more handsome than me. Still… Suddenly there was a staccato tapping on his shoulder. Roman turned from his musings to see Patton grinning at him. The man was practically vibrating with giddiness.

“Can I just, say something crazy?” he asked.

At this line Roman shot up like a meerkat. No. He’s not… Patton wiggled his eyebrows at him conspiratorially, biting his soft looking bottom lip in excitement. He is! Roman did a quick sweep of the bar & grill to make sure there was no sign of Logan. Lenient as their friend boss might be, he’d never let them get away with an impromptu Disney number while they were supposed to be working. Luckily Logan wasn’t around. Probably still in his office. Good.

Roman gave Patton his most dashing smile. “I love crazy!”

“All my life has been a series of doors in my face

and then suddenly I bump into you,” Patton sang.

Roman joined in on cue. “I was thinking the same thing! ‘Cause like,

I’ve been searching my whole life to find my own place.

And maybe it’s the party talking or the chocolate fondue.”

“But with you,” Patton did a slide to the right.

“But with you” Roman slid to the left. “I found my place.”

“I see your face.”

On ‘face’ Patton lightly booped his nose and then stepped out from the bar. Roman followed suit. They had more room to move with and around each other.

“And it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before!

Love is an open door!

Love is an open door!”

Roman knew that Patton could sing, having hummed Disney songs together before, but he’d never had the pleasure of hearing it in full. Patton’s lovely tenor voice blended perfectly with his own baritone vocals. They even nailed the harmonies!

“Love is an open door!”

“With you!” Patton pointed.

“With you!” Roman pointed back.

“With you!”

“Love is an open door.”

Roman couldn’t help laughing out loud. Patton’s joy and whimsy truly were infectious.

“I mean it’s crazy.”

“What?”

“We finish each other’s—

“Sandwiches!” Thomas shouted from over at the kitchen window, holding a plate of club sandwiches.

“That’s what I was going to say!” Roman called back indignantly.

Then he felt Patton pulling him by the hands to the center of the room as he skipped backwards. “I never met someone”

“Who thinks so much like me!”

“Jinx! Jinx again!” The two grinned as they nailed the pinky swears.

“Our mental synchronization

Can have but one explanation.”

“You”

“And I”

“Were”

“Just

Meant to be!”

Perhaps spurred on by the theatricality of the moment (definitely not his secret feelings), Roman dared to take Patton’s hand and wrap his arm around the other’s waist. Then he led Patton into a waltz. It was a bit sloppy but in a silly lighthearted way. He adored the flustered look on Patton’s face.

“Say goodbye”

“To the pain of the past.

We don’t have to feel it anymore!”

In the back of his mind Roman knew that they were drawing attention to themselves but he didn’t care. Only Patton was in his world in that moment, and thus his world was bright and joyful and perfect. Patton was perfect.

“Love is an open door!

Love is an open door!

Life can be so much more!”

“With you!”

“Love is an open doooor…” Patton finished the song with a giggle. God I love this man.

Suddenly the place was filled with applause. Roman swore he even heard someone whistle from the kitchen. It wasn’t very loud given that there weren’t many people at Sanders’ tonight, but the energy was certainly boisterous enough to match even a full house. For some reason, Talyn was handing money over to Joan. Even Virgil seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and was clapping as he leaned against the wall. Where did he come from? I swear that guy is like a shadow sometimes.

That’s when Roman realized he and Patton were still holding onto each other. They were face to flushed smiling face. So close he could see the pure honey color of Patton’s eyes. Roman could lean in, feel just how soft those sweet lips truly were if he wanted to, and dear lord did he want to. So far yet so…close…

STOP! STOP! HE’S TAKEN YOU IDIOT! The flaring red alarm in Roman’s brain brought him back to the reality of the situation. Roman stopped himself and settled for just smiling at Patton. Way too close Roman. You nearly ruined the best thing you have with the best person in your life. Dio doesn’t know how lucky he is.

“Just KISS already ya goofballs!” Dakota shouted from across the room.

Terrence shut him up by smacking him on the back of the head form the table opposite him, but it had already been said. It was out there now, spoken to the universe. Roman’s entire face was burning and his co-worker was just as red beneath those freckled cheeks he wanted to kiss so badly. Oh great! You’ve embarrassed him! He immediately let go of Patton’s hands, laughing it off awkwardly. He already missed the warmth of those soft gentle hands. If only his heart would stop fluttering.

“Ahem.” Oh no.

Roman slowly turned around to find Logan standing there. His arms were crossed, his face stone-like, and yet to Romans surprise he didn’t seem angry. In fact, he would swear there was an amused glint in his dark eyes.

“Well. That was quite the performance. Highly unprofessional in this setting,” he said, adjusting his glasses.

Patton stepped in front of Roman, arm held out protectively. “It was my fault Logan. I was the one that started singing. Roman had a really bad day and everyone was already taken care of. I just wanted to cheer him u—

Logan held up a hand, and Patton closed his mouth with a pop. “However…given that it is nearly empty in here, save for our regular customers and they all seemed to enjoy the show…I shall let it slide this one time.”

“Wow. Thank you Lo—“

“Just don’t make a habit of it, or else it’s dish duty for the both of you.”

Roman gulped, picturing all those burnt cheese encrusted pans. His nails would never survive. “Understood specs.”

“Excellent. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there is a shoebox full of bank statements in my office that need organizing.”

Logan walked away with an almost giddy smile. He really is a happy little nerd at heart. Roman shook his head fondly as he and Patton returned to the bar.

“Nice little show you put on,” said Virgil, suddenly standing at Roman’s end of the bar.

“Gah,” Roman jumped. “We really need to put a bell on you, shadowling.”

“Hi Virgil!”

“Sup bro?”

“Need me to place an order for you?”

“Nah don’t sweat it. I already asked Thomas while you guys were having your Disney mania moment. You two were getting pretty cozy at the end there.”

Roman’s ears felt hot again and he shot a panicked look at Patton. The fatherly figure either hadn’t heard that last part or was pretending otherwise. How DARE Virgil embarrass his own stepbrother like that! Wait, is he blushing too? Is that a good sign or a bad one? Okay, just play it cool Roman.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, Cruella de Virgil. Patton was only trying to lift my spirits after an arduous rehearsal, which he did as always. Uh-I-I mean-like you always do with any of your friends! Nothing special or non-consensually romantic about it!”

Roman laughed weakly but thought he’d played it off well. Patton no longer looked embarrassed at least. Although…his smile seemed a bit off.

“Yep! Just helping out a…friend,” said Patton.

“I do feel better now. Truly,” said Roman. He covered Patton’s hand with his own and gave a reassuring squeeze, knowing how much the man loved physical affection. “Thank you for lifting my spirits Patton. It means a lot.”

“Anytime Roman,” said Patton.

“I hate to interrupt fellas,” said Sal, “But we’re out of beer nuts here. Mind getting some more?”

“Woops! Sorry ‘bout that kiddo,” he said to the older gentleman. “We should have another can of them in the supply room somewhere. Be right back.”

Roman watched the pseudo padre practically prance to the back storage, unable to ignore how good those khaki jeans looked on him from behind. He felt ashamed at his having the male gaze but DAMN IT ALL, how could a man be both sexy and cute at the same time? That’s not FAIR!

“Geez, you do have it bad, don’t you Princy?” said Virgil.

“Whaaaat? Pshh me? Have feelings for Patton? Knowing full well he’s my co-worker and already taken? You-you impude my honor! I-I do not secretly…love…Patton…”

“Falsehood,” said Logan passing by with a box in his hands.

This had Virgil and pretty much everyone else seated at the bar in a guffaw. He shot them all dagger eyes but even he knew this was a weak response. Heck, if the cyborg had picked up on the feelings he’d tried to hide then clearly he hadn’t done a very good job. His shoulders sagged in defeat.

“Is it really that obvious?” he asked.

“YES,” They all answered.

“Subtlety isn’t exactly your strong suit,” said Imani.

“That’s true,” he sighed. “Wait, you don’t think Patton—

“Don’t worry bud, he doesn’t know. I love my brother but he’s about as oblivious as you are dramatic.”

Roman gave a fake-offended gasp, but even he knew it was a gesture weakened by his relief. Thank goodness Patton was still preoccupied in storage. Come to think of it, he’s been going back there a lot lately…I hope he’s okay. Probably just sneaking off to text his boyfriend, the lucky bastard.

“Seriously though,” Virgil said, “you really should just kiss him already. Or at least tell him how you feel. You know, carpe diem and all that.”

“Virgil…I’d be lying if I said doing either of those things hasn’t occupied my every waking daydream since I met that beautiful man!” Roman sighed loudly, setting down the towel he’d thoroughly wrung out. “But I don’t dare to risk ruining our friendship if he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Some risks are worth taking. And that’s coming from the guy who won’t risk going outside if there’s even a slight chance of scattered thundershowers.”

“But…your tagger symbol is your initials inside of a storm cloud.”

“The irony doesn’t escape me.”

“Besides,” said Lizzie, “I don’t think it’d be too big a risk since Patton clearly feels the same about you.”

“Wait, wha-what?” A glimmer of hope rose up in Roman chest.

“Hey, what the heck Lizzie? I have a bet going on!” Imani shouted from the other end of the bar. Wait, what bet?

“So do I sister!” Lizzie playfully stuck her tongue out at the Muslim woman then kissed her fiancé.

“Wait, wait, back up! What the heckity-heck with five abs in one peck—

“That’s a visual,” said Virgil.

“—makes you think Patton could possibly have feelings for me? Are you certain? Did he say something to you?”

“Well no, not in words per se. But he sure does show it pretty darn clearly,” said Sal as he took a swig of his drink. Then he held it out, silently asking the bartender for another.

“How so?” Roman asked as he mixed another Old Fashioned.

“For one thing he gets real touchy feely with you. Always going in for hugs and squeezing your arm and the like.”

“Patton’s always like that. He’s a very affectionate man.” One of his most endearing traits, Roman thought.

“True, but with you he’s extra,” said Sal as he took his drink.

“Plus, whenever you show up for you shift, he gets super bubbly,” said Lizzie. “Even by Patton standards.

“Not to mention you two just fucking waltzed around the room together,” said Joan as they passed by with two orders of nachos.

“Aaand he sang a Disney song just to cheer you up,” said Talyn as they brought Terrence and Dakota their checks.

“And don’t forget I grew up with the guy,” said Virgil. “I recognize his puppy-love face and he definitely gets it around you.”

“But,” said Iman with a resigned huff. “You want to know the biggest tip off? You are the only person here who he never calls kiddo.”

Roman’s mouth was opened prepared to protest, but this last bit of evidence took the wind right out of his chimes. He couldn’t remember Patton ever referring to him by his favorite fatherly term of endearment. Did that truly mean he saw Roman as more than a friend? Could he really be lucky enough to have somehow earned the affection of someone as kind, beautiful and wonderful as Patton Cline? Could the light of his life truly see something in him worthy of loving? If that’s the case then maybe Roman did have a chance! Maybe they could be more than friends, maybe—

“I…I can’t.” Roman signed, shoulders slumping with lost hope. “You’re right, I should be honest with my feelings. And perhaps what you say about Patton may be true. But there’s one glaring obstacle you’re all forgetting about; he already has a boyfriend. An awful creepy one but nevertheless…he is taken. And as much as I hate my snake-faced rival, Dio is the one Patton has chosen to be with. Not me...which means that is what he wants most.”

Roman did his best to swallow back tears threatening to make a jailbreak from his eyes. “So long as that is the case, I will not disrespect Patton’s choice by coming between them. That would be dishonorable of me and unfair to Patton. And I love him too much to ever do anything that could possibly hurt him.”

He could practically feel all of their eyes on him, but none of them said anything. They merely turn back to their drinks or meals. Roman was glad of it. He didn’t think he could handle them trying to convince him otherwise. He was more than willing to suffer in silence if it means doing right by the man he loved.

When he looked up at Virgil though, his best friend, there was a look of understanding in the artist’s eyes behind his bangs. Perhaps even respect.

“Fair enough,” Virgil said.

“Order up Virgil,” said Thomas.

He held out the to-go bag, for once leaning outside of the kitchen doors instead of the windowsill. The cook was giving Roman a look of sympathy. Had he been eavesdropping between orders?

“Thanks Thomas,” said Virgil grabbing the bag. “I already had Logan ring up my bill when I came in, so I’m just gonna duck out.”

“Okay. See you next time then. And Roman…hang in there buddy.”

Then the young cook retreated back into the kitchen. Yep. He definitely eavesdropped. Surprise, surprise. Was everyone in Sanders’ privy to the Chilean soap opera that had suddenly become his love life? Or lack thereof.

“For what it’s worth Roman…I’d be cool with it.” Virgil scratched the back of his neck beneath his hood. “I think you’d be really good for my brother.”

“Wow...Thanks Virge,” said Roman, humbled by the anxious man. “That really means a lot.”

“Whatever,” Virgil scoffed. “Just know that if you do ever break his heart, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Roman chuckled. “Believe me Dark Knight, I’d kick my own ass first before I let that happen.”

“Good.” Virgil put on his large headphones and two-finger saluted him. “Later.”

Roman watched his friend leave Sanders’ and looked through the glass window as Virgil parkoured away, his black clad figure merging into the dark of the night. It was nice to know that Roman had his approval, though it hardly mattered. Not while Patton wanted to be with someone else.

“I’m back!” said Patton.

“Gah!” Roman jumped a little at Patton suddenly appearing behind him. Seems both brothers have a talent for appearing out of nowhere.

“And I brought beer nuts.” He poured them from the large metal cylinder into the small table bowls at the bar. “Here you go kiddos. What’d I miss?”

“Nothing! Nothing of interesting. Certainly no missed confessions or anything…Uh you sure were back there a long time. Did you get lost or something?”

Patton smiled back at him, but it wasn’t his usual ear-to-ear smile. If Roman didn’t know any better he’d say his eyes looked a bit red behind those glasses.

“Nah, I had to make a quick phone call to…anywho, it doesn’t matter. So didja miss me Roman?”

Roman. Not kiddo. ”Always Patton.”

His partner in bartending crime and unknowing thief of his heart chuckled in that childlike manner he had. Then he turned back to work, cleaning glasses and humming the song they’d sung together only moments ago. Even as he did such a simple task Roman couldn’t help admiring him. Those fairy dust freckles, kind eyes, soft looking waves of hair, and warm smile…he truly was the sun in his sky; So close and beautiful, yet so very far away.

Roman sighed and said softly under his breath, “More than you’ll ever know.”

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alaska-riversong · 6 years

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FanX with David Tennant

Last weekend I had the opportunity of a lifetime; a chance to meet my idol not once, not twice, but three times. I finally have the time and opportunity to sit down and write about my experience last weekend so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I’m sitting here looking at my pictures and yes, I am drinking my “David Tennant in my Dreams” tea from Adagio Teas. It’s my process, don’t judge me.

Anyone who knows me knows that I adore David Tennant. Many people have questioned my sanity as well as my life choices regarding this, but I do have my reasons. While David doesn’t have the body of Chris Hemsworth, the dreamy sky-blue eyes of Tom Hiddleston, he does have magically majestic hair, deep soulful golden-brown eyes, a smile that lights up the darkest corners of the universe, and a very talented left eyebrow. David is also a talented actor and has an enormous range where he can play comedy, drama, and anything in between with equal ease. He has played a bouncing puppy-like world-class lover in “Cassanova”, a grumpy disgruntled lethargic detective in “Broadchurch”, everyone’s favorite Doctor in “Doctor Who”, and a truly evil narcissistic villain with no moral compass in “Jessica Jones”. But the main reason I adore David Tennant is that even though he is a successful and brilliant actor, he is genuinely nice, and a very decent human being who treats his fans with respect and dignity and is truly a humble and gracious individual. If you have the opportunity to meet him, I highly suggest that you do. You will not regret it.

Believe it or not, I have tried to find anyone who has actually met or interacted with him, that either doesn’t like him or has something negative to say about him. So far, the only negative thing I’ve heard was from his co-star Freema Agyeman (Martha Jones) in Doctor Who that complained that David and John Barrowman had farting contests in the Tardis. In the grand scheme of things, while it’s a little gross and juvenile, I don’t find that to be overly bad. He is loved by all of his co-stars, his directors, and has been known to be a man with very little ego and very easy to work with.

It would take too much time for me to write down absolutely everything that happened at FanX (the official name of the Comic-Con I attended), especially if I went over every detail of each of the 3 times I met David, so instead, I will give you an overall experience of all encounters and highlights. I had a photo-op on Thursday, an autograph signing later that afternoon, another photo-op on Friday morning, and David’s panel later that afternoon.

One of the best things about a Con is finding other people who share your passions for a particular fandom franchise. I was able to geek out about Star Wars, Firefly, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, and David Tennant (who has been in 3/5 of those fandoms). Most of Thursday was spent standing in line with other fans of David Tennant, and as much as I hate standing in line I really enjoyed talking to other people who loved him as much as I did. We swapped stories about how we discovered him, our favorite role he’s played, and whether we’ve met him before. We also swapped stories of our knowledge of him and his roles, what we adored about him, and what we were looking forward to when we met him. Half of the crowd dressed up in a variety of costumes from Doctor Who or other projects David has been in, and we acknowledged each other’s efforts and creativity. It was a glorious validation of adoration for a skinny Scottish bloke. David’s lines were the largest, most crowded, and most excited lines in the entire Con. There was also quite a bit of squealing (not from me) but from others.

If you’ve read my dissertation about my first meeting with David, you’ll remember me saying something about time being one of the most precious things an individual can share with you. I have met 4 celebrities in my life, 3 of them (David, Catherine Tate, and John Barrowman) were extremely rewarding and enjoyable because the celebrities actually focused time and energy (even though it was only for a few seconds) with me as an individual fan, the other celebrity just wasn’t into it. There is a scene in “Galaxy Quest” where the actors of the show are at a Comic-Con and most of them are not happy to be there, just signing things in an assembly line, and ignoring their fans. There are some celebrities that do this, but David is not one of them.

One of my favorite things that happened while waiting in line was being able to observe David interacting with other fans to see how he treated others. How a person treats others, especially when they think no one is watching, is a great barometer for who a person truly is. Here is what I observed: David treated every fan with the same dignity, graciousness, energy, and humility. EVERY … SINGLE… ONE!!! He did not give his fans a half-hearted cookie-cutter greeting, he gave each fan (or group of fans) an excited high-pitched individualized greeting that let them know that he was just as excited to meet them as we were to meet him. He looked everyone in the eye or at least tried to as some were reduced to hysterical giggling and couldn’t bear to return his intense gaze. When it was your turn to be in his presence he was completely focused on you, even for the brief amount of time you had with him. If you made the attempt to interact with him, he made the effort to interact with you and did not let the handlers (employees at the Con whose job it is to move the crowd along) bully him or you. Every fan got their moment with David. He did not avoid contact with his fans especially in the photo booth; he shook hands, he put his arms around them, he held hands, he made funny faces and goofy poses, and genuinely looked like he was having a good time. He was game to do any crazy pose or situation as long as you requested it and it wasn’t overly inappropriate. There were only two instances when I saw his countenance fall from his jovial demeanor; both times happened when he was not interacting with anyone directly and when he thought no one was looking. The fall in countenance was not necessarily a change in mood or demeanor but rather a relaxation or break in activity. He did not seem tired, angry, or upset it was simply a pause so he could take a deep breath and continue the energy. As an actor, he is trained to react, and nobody has better facial reactions than David Tennant. He rarely has a stoic expression (unless he’s playing Detective Alec Hardy in Broadchurch), and the myriad of natural facial expressions that came across his face while dealing with several uncooperative pens was extremely entertaining. I wish I could have taken a video of it.

The Con was set up so that the celebrity guests could travel between the photo ops and autograph areas behind secured walls without having to interact or be seen by their adoring fans. David, however, chose to be seen and traveled between events amongst the unwashed masses. Other celebrities would come out behind the magic curtains and wave at their fans, but I don’t remember seeing anyone traveling in the common area between events. If you’ve ever watched him in Doctor Who or seen David move you know he tends to run and is very fast. I honestly believe David doesn’t have a slow speed. The man is 6’1 with a 7ft stride and can cover great distances quickly, he is very fast. There is always a security detail around David because of his popularity, this detail is usually made up of handlers who may or may not know much about him and aren’t exactly trained in security, they are simply human barriers to keep the fans from tackling David. I saw David, surrounded by about 6 individuals in FanX Security t-shirts traveling between venues and it was quite comical. The first time he was doing a slight jog, but moving briskly while the handlers were running to keep up with him. The second time he started off in a brisk walk that swiftly turned into a jog, that basically left the handlers scrambling behind him as they realized their charge had outrun them and he was left unprotected. As the crowd cheered, David smiled and waved acknowledging their adoration when he passed by.

My first interaction was a photo op. All I wanted in this photo was an opportunity to the nearest equivalent to a hug I could get. I wasn’t nervous, but I was excited. When it was my turn, he looked me in the eye, smiled that glorious smile and gave me a very high pitched and excited “Hiiiiiiii, how are you?” I honestly can’t remember what I said or even if I responded coherently. He held his right arm out welcoming me to stand beside him and like a moth to a flame I snuggled up to his side. David takes thousands of pictures with his fans, smiling for most of them, and he has a fake smile that he uses to save his face from going into permanent paralysis and a genuine smile. Knowing this, I wanted to say something to him that would entice him to give me a real smile. I wrapped my arm around his tiny waist (to put things into perspective I have an 18-inch reach and my arm was slack with my hand on his waist), and he put his hand on my back. I squeezed just a little to see how huggable he was and I was not disappointed. For a skinny guy he is extremely huggable and cuddly and if you take a good look at both photos, he is leaning into me. Before the picture was snapped I said something to the effect of, “I flew all the way from Alaska to see you on stage in London as Don Juan,” or at least that is what I intended to say. I honestly believe he gave me a genuine smile because of it. After the camera flashed David turned to look down at me, I also think he even squatted a little to be more on my level, touched my right forearm as he very deftly moved me in front of him to escort me out of the booth and said, “Oh wow, thank you for coming so far, I really appreciate it.” He was still looking me in the eye as I was excited and babbling something about it being the best experience and best performance I’d ever seen. All of the above was only in the first encounter. The encounter lasted maybe 10 seconds but it’s something I will never forget because he was kind, he was gracious, he was humble, and was genuine.

My second interaction was an autograph later that same day as the photo. I got in line an hour early for the very first autograph session at 4:30 but didn’t get up to the front of the line until the 7:30 session. You could purchase a $100 autograph or you could purchase a customized autograph for $130 where he would personalize an autograph on something you brought, or on one of the stock photos available on the table. I brought one of my tickets from Don Juan for him to sign. For those who don’t know how this works, when you buy your ticket for a personalized autograph you tell the person you buy your ticket from exactly what you want him to write on the item he is signing and they put it on a sticky so he can have the proper spelling and make the line go faster. I simply wanted him to dedicate it to me and sign his name. After the fact, I realized I could have had him write sooooo much more… maybe next time. My sticky note just said, “To Cindy”. When it was my turn, he looked at the sticky note and very excitedly (and again high-pitched) said, “Cindy, Hi there.” Hearing him say my name in his Scottish brogue and then look me in the eye was just unreal. I beamed like an idiot and reminded him again that I came from Alaska to see him on stage. While looking me in the eye he replied, “Oh, well thank you, I’m so glad you came…” he looked at the tickets and continued, “Great seats too. Thank you for coming Cindy.” I’m sure I babbled something about how much I enjoyed it but I was only focused on what he was saying.

I was a little disappointed in myself for not saying what I truly wanted to say to him but I knew my time was limited and I knew I wanted this experience to be positive for both of us, so I strictly kept to the topic of his stage appearance of Don Juan. What I wanted to tell him was that seeing him on stage in Don Juan in 2017 was the first time I had felt true joy since my mother and sister died in 2016. I wanted to thank him for giving me an opportunity to see him on stage and finally allowing myself to feel something other than despair. I also wanted to tell him how happy it would have made my mom to know that I got to meet him and to find out that he drinks Diet Dr. Pepper (which he happened to be drinking while signing autographs). I knew that if I even attempted to say anything like this I may not be able to hold my composure in his presence and I didn’t want to be that fan that cried. I also knew it would dampen the jovial atmosphere that David tends to generate. Maybe someday when I have more confidence or time I will tell him. But for now, I was happy for what little interaction I had. He said my name twice, he looked me in the eye, he interacted with me as an individual and gave me a gorgeous smile. All in all, it was a great experience.

Thursday was really exhausting, and it was very hot at the Con. I had brought 2 Donna Noble related outfits to wear and had worn the first one on Thursday. The second one was the long gray dress-length shirt and purple cardigan with jeans from “Silence in the Library”. Because it was so hot and because my gray dress-length shirt was long enough, I decided to go as pants-less Donna (no mas pantalones). I wore a sign on my back that read “Donna Temple Noble, Best Temp in Chiswick, Sometimes she forgets…, If found, please return to: Wilfred Mott, Sylvia, The Doctor.” I don’t think David saw it but a few other people did and even recognized my costume. I even had one brave teenaged girl tap me on the shoulder and said, “I don’t know if you know this… but there’s something on your back” (this is a reference to a Doctor Who episode “Turn Left” not the sign on my back). It totally made my day and justified my costume choice. I also added an Alaskan element of a scarf of forget-me-nots, Alaska’s state flower and something that is very integral to the storyline of Donna.

My third and final interaction with David was a photo op first thing Friday around noon. I knew I wanted a pose with my sonic screwdriver and this time I remembered to bring it in with me to the photo booth. When David saw me, he said “Hiiiiii” again in a high pitched excited voice but this time it was slightly different. The way it was pitched indicated to me that he either recognized me from yesterday or recognized that I was attempting to dress as Donna Noble. I’d like to think he recognized me from yesterday, so that is what I’m going to assume. Again, he held out his arm to welcome me to stand beside him. I held out my extended sonic screwdriver to him and he took it looking me in the eye asking, “Oh, do you want me to hold it?” I somehow blurted out the concept that I wanted us to hold it together, to which he very happily complied. He placed it in my hand and then wrapped his hand around mine, he then wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. He was sooooooo close to me I could feel his body heat and when I realized I was close enough to kiss his neck I internally whimpered (at least I hope it was internal) and fought the urge to just nestle into the crook of his neck. You’d think that a man that tall and skinny would be hard, stiff and immovable as a tree, but you’d be wrong. He was soft, squeezable, and for the record, he snuggled into me, not that I was complaining by any means. My suspicions of him being a cuddler and a really good hugger are somewhat confirmed but I believe more research may be in order… for science. I don’t remember if I said anything after the photo but I do remember him handing back my sonic screwdriver, looking me in the eye, smiling, and thanking me for coming.

Seriously, how can anyone not love this man after an interaction like that???? Remember, he interacted with everyone he came into contact with, with the same enthusiasm, energy, humility, graciousness, and kindness. He is a human being worthy of the adoration and passion his fans give him. You cannot say that about all celebrities, but David is worthy of the time, effort, and money that so many people eagerly spend on him.

No, I did not have the forethought to smell him. I was too busy trying to remember to hold my stomach in, look him in the eye, breathe, and try not to say something stupid to remember to inhale his presence. After the pictures were taken I do remember feeling the sense that he probably smells of sunshine, joy, and the wishes made upon shooting stars. Sorry, I really wished I had taken a big whiff of his essence, but I do know he was very pleasant to be around. Maybe next time I will get to sniff him. Rest assured, there will be a next time.

#David Tennant #fanx SLC #this was posted for my friends on facebook #who don't know a lot about DT #so sorry for some of the obvious narrative #I was too lazy to rewrite the story for tumblr #if you ever have the opportunity to see him #do it #so totally worth it #no wonder so many people love this man #he had his hand in my hair #I wish I could have done the same to him

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kaijuzilla · 6 years

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Smash Bros University (Au Idea)

(MOD: I know this is a thing but I would like to do an AU too)

Also if you guys got any other idea for the Smash Students just tell me

The school is like really big! It has a pool for swimmers and swim team. Huge track field as the field has the fighting stage under it where the tournaments and event happens but also used to train fight skills. Huge jungle like forest next to the school that full of wildlife and filled with wild Pokemon. 4 Building that is part of the school (reason why it’s big) with other smaller buildings. Next too the school is the Smash Jr building which is for younger smash fighters/challengers. Principles are Crazy and Master Hand, (other recognizable video game characters are like background characters but can be talk to the known characters more. (and NO GOKU! we got Ryu.)). Huge science dome with a telescope to see the stars and far away planets in the astronomy room.

“Welcome Students and Challengers...to Smash University”

(The Assist Trophy Characters are in the school but some are students and some are teachers too. The Pokemons will be in the AU but will have Trainers alongside with them as like students.)

Mario - Has brother name Luigi, has job as builder, cleaner, and plumbing too, take health class which are good to get job as doctor, can’t eat mushrooms which mistaken for drug mushroom, Fight Bowser alot, Sonic rival when it comes to Olympic sport events, once got trouble setting the theater on fire by accident, got in trouble again for taking control of Master Hand with Cappy making no class and party one day, Cappy hangs around with him and always change to different hats for some special events, He told everyone that Luigi tells the truth about ghost but no one believes him even though he tells them he got stuck in a painting frame,

Donkey Kong - Leader of the DK Crew, has a coconut gun that can fire in spurt which is gonna hurt if it hits you, bigger, faster, and stronger too, Loves bananas which he has huge piles of bananas back home, protects the crystal coconut, Mario and DK are friends and rivals ever since DK took Pauline long ago, He is one of the best drum players but play drum with his hand no drum sticks, only wears a tie which people think he’s naked but with tie is ok but still think he kind of naked, studying to go to big company business,

Link - Handsome Hylian and cool dude, also ride motorcycle and ride horse too and some other animals, as a kid he always throws barrels and pots alot, Link protect her from Ganon, Hold onto a sword even though it’s bad to use weapons in building but he use it in battles, He’s a great cook getting fresh food and meat, silent dude but talk rarely sometimes, can ride any animals and a cool looking motorcycle, Pit jelly at him, has a pet wolf name Twilight, Zelda caught him cross dressing with Kirby which made her happy triggered to get the girls together and bring dresses and clothes for both of them to dress in, He learn to take selfies from Zelda, 2Beat Ganon Bowser King DDD and Everyone with a Stick, He can also see ghost,

Samus (Zero Suit) - Samus Aran, people thought she was just some guy in her suit but turns out by surprise she was a girl, travel different planets and galaxies, her jet boots kind of made her popular with other girls and guys too, if someone try to kidnap her she will fight and paralyze them also use her plasma whip, She find Little Mac cute, the most flexible person more flexible then Wii Fit Trainer (cause her morph ball), has a Metroid with her as a pet or as like a baby boi which love to cuddle and land on other people head, if Baby (the metroid) land on other head and start sucking on their head he’s punish on a time out in a jar, go to bars to drink, she’s an animal in bed (act like a cat asking to be pet and feed her meme you thinking something else lol), pass Snake easy which is her favorite teacher, Pikachu Trainer are very good friends and Pikachu loves Samus, She also fell in love of Pikachu trainer (male) Pichu cousin which she likes to hug him alot, Reason she here cause Ridely is in the area and she is hunting him down for revenge for her parents but made good allies /friends along the way, She work out at the gym!, she is just like Tony Stark but each suit has different purpose though her old suit is gone and she use a new suit the “Metroid Armor” due to having parasite in the old suit which she will miss but came back becoming a monster, she also fight dark samus too,

Dark Samus - Samus Doppelganger or Evil Samus, Most wanted criminal in the area or whole galaxy, Mistaken alot for Samus by people but they never say any before she kills them, she only want samus to be dead and let phazon out loose,

Yoshi - Genderless multi color dinosaur, Green one is like the alpha, when there is fruit on your tray and was gone for just a second? Yoshi eat it, Loves Fruit, Makes a lot of yarn dolls which are popular, THERE SO MANY YOSHIS! but (green alpha) Yoshi was chosen to enter the university, on April Fools day he goes to everyone swallow them and pop them out to an egg as a prank, Likes to take a nap in the forests,

Kirby - Loves to eat and sleep, only say “Poyo”, the one thing best about him is that he is huggable, cross dresser, Bayonetta help with make up and all other (smash girls) help him too to look like a girl which is the cutest thing ever, He is pink boi, been taking King DeDeDe cake, mentor is Meta Knight, Jiggilypuff mistake Kirby for another Jiggilypuff, Luma and Kirby best friends, speak tiny english and other language, has 3 other kirby friends, Bandanna Dee are very best friends!, copy everyone attacks when he suck then and gain their powers, ride to school by warp star or dragoon, another thing girls love to hug alot, cross dress making him more cute,

Fox - Fox McCloud, rival and friends with Falco, rides a tank, He now not allow to drive his tank to the parking lot so now he ride his ship to the landing parking, make a joke about what does the fox says, he dropout his academy and take less class to get revenge on his father, he wanted to explore the galaxy which amaze him, Fox finds out Samus is a girl and question how does her arm cannon work,

Pikachu (Trainer name: Spark & Sparkle) - He may be short but he's energetic, has twin sister name Sparkle, Sparkle loves to cosplay and enters every beauty contests and costume contests, both have little cousin nephew who own a Pichu name Static who lives with them, Spark likes to battle a lot, so he enters the tournaments and ask other trainers in the area to challenge him so he can beat Red, Sparkle doesn't fight much but she disguise herself and her Pikachu in the Librea costume in every fight with a different name, They are protective to their nephew, Static hate Shade who taunted his little nephew once, Static and Samus are good friends back in the days which his twin sister thought she's her girlfriend but mistaken it and became her friend too, Their Pikachus love Samus,

Luigi - Mario brother, always get bully, he saying there a ghost behind the person but they think he’s just crazy, he also work with his brother but vacuum the place and vacuum ghost too, He’s an innocent guy and also a funny dude which he got some moves, people think Daisy and Luigi are a couple but they’re just friends (they keep it a secret), his deadly attack is his kick, carries a vacuum cleaner with him all times, He is Prof. E Gadd favorite student who also his friend, Help and beleive with E Gadd with Ghost,

Ness - One of Lucas best friends, became ROB friend and show him around school and taught him everything he need to know, Number 1 Student, he protects Lucas alot, does amazing tricks with a yoyo,

Captian Falcon - When he said “show me your moves” it sound like or miss heard saying “show me your boobs” making all girls weird out and staying away from him, has a race jet vehicle, cool dude and felt sorry for killing Olimar pikimins that one time he arrive to school, He's a gym teacher, He also tell stories about his races long time ago questioning how old he is and why he wears the helmet everyday, he wears his helmet everyday and only takes it off at his house, for extra in the class he also tells them safety of driving,

Jigglypuff (Trainer name: Tiff) - her hair style is just like her Jigglypuff curly hair, both love to sing but Tiff wears fuzzy ear muff to keep her awake when she sings with Jigglypuff which once causes her friends to fall asleep in the karaoke room, her Jigglypuff was mistaken for Kirby with a new haircut according to King DDD who freaked out once, she can be picky eater, pouts a lot,

Peach - Popular girl in college, from rich family, not a diva or a bitch she’s really kind and nice, She friend with (all smash girls) and nice to Mr. Game and Watch which they became friends when she forgot her umbrella and lost it she met MGW who gave her umbrella, Bowser number one crush but Peach see him as a friend and Mario her crush too, Toads are like guards for her but one Red Toad is a student in the university which study and protect Peach, learn to selfie by Zelda, love to dress up, best cake maker, strong princess, favorite shape is hearts

Daisy - Friends with the Smash Girls, mistake for Luigi girlfriend but they’re just friends (they both keep it a secret), loves sports, tomboish type, even though she wears a dress and crown she like wearing some other clothes other than dresses, she strong princess too, Before she came to the school she worried she didn’t get in till one day she got her invitation and she throw a huge party celebration, favorite flower is daisy, Blue Toad is her bodyguard too,

Boswer - The bad boy but also nice guy, Mario rival, Koopalings are his kids, Fight Mario a lot but he beat him once but Mario beat him alot, They may be rivals but they kind of friends, he has gangs of Koopas and Goombas, he may be a bad guy but he is kind (he like those character who looks like a bully but deep down he’s a nice dude), He help Bayonetta and Jeanne from time to time when she summon his fists and feet for attack with her costume, #1 Dad,

Ice Climbers (Popo & Nana) - Twins and nice kids to meet at the junior class, look like they’re hot but inside are ice packs in their jackets, Once froze Junior and the Koopalings from their pranks, Friends with Ness and Lucas, cold doesn’t bother them anyway, Kirby accidently call them Lololo and Lalala which is cute, King DDD love the twins, when it comes to longest stairs it's like jumping and climbing up the mountain and a challenge,

Zelda - royal princess student like Peach, can do magic and also past class with flying colors, royal family, nerd, love to take pictures and selfie (she taught peach to selfie), really love frogs but tell link to lick it alot even pressing the frog on link cheek like giving a baby it’s food, Sheik is mistaken for Zelda brother which nobody know Sheik is just Zelda as a guy, her outfits or clothing changes sometimes still making her still beautiful, she can do magic and summon a dark knight armor suit, she also have a rapier, There’s actually another student name Zelda but one is a Mii Fighter name from a special man,

Pichu (Trainer name: Static) - He and his Pichu get along very well together, youngest's nephew from another region to the twins, Pichu said to get hurt from its own electricity but for Static he sometimes trips hurting him too, He became friend with the trainers pokemon but also Mewtwo too, The cinammon roll who you want to protect which is too pure for the world, Static became Bowser Jr. friend cause he see Static cool, Static is friends with all the trainers in the school and when he grows up he’s gonna be the strongest trainer,

Falco - rival and friends with Fox, rides a tank, hands off his bread which are his favorite food, help fox revenge his father but is hot tempered, Number 1 Ace Pilot, the cool bird in the flock, Link thought he was an old friend from the past, Link mistaken him for a Rito,

Marth - Transfer student from another place, royal family, mistaken for a girl alot even mistaken for Lucina, Meta Knight and Ike good friend, speak English and Japanese, Loyal student to the university, He always there to help out some of his classmate

Lucina - Chrom daughter (Chrom is a teacher), Robin best friend, see Meta Knight cute with the mask, try to take that mask off of Meta Knight but get pile of masks, has a mask using it at every dance if she remove the mask it will make her embarrass since she is in a dress and doesn’t want people recognize her at the dance, like to sing when alone, embarrass that her dad is a teacher here and he can be protective,

Young Link - Another one of Link cousin, Has a collection of mask, plays alot of instruments, some reason always look up to the moon when it’s full but if anyone touch him he freaks out, Instead of a metal shield he use a wood as a shield which he can still beat anyone with it, love trees, He play some memes on his instruments, Doesn't wield a master sword or a master shield but he still got the wooden shield and a regular sword that still kick butts,

Ganondorf - He like the one guy who wanted the power of the triforce from Link and Zelda but in school he just learning just some random stuff that none never expect he trying to learn, he can hack, ladies man or player, when he angry he turn into a giant monster boar and pull out his gigantic swords but uses his fist in a fight, he can be a backstabber, when not getting triforce he just hangout with some of the students which is like seeing a different person, has a gigantic sword with him too,

Mewtwo (Trainer name: Shade) - Probably one of the dangerous trainer from the other trainers making him third place on the trainer ballot, He's a smart intellegent trainer, his Mewtwo (when out of it's pokeball) in battle may look dangerous and deadly but outside of battle it likes to fly around with Extreame Speed and sometimes help others if they're in trouble, Has the mega stone for Y form, Battle Lucario who one day took its place which he swear to return to claim his place stronger than ever, Mewtwo is a nice pokemon but Shade is like not a good player showing no good sportsmanship to challengers,

Roy - youngest of the fire emblem gang, always late in one minute to class but still make it on time, only speak Japanese but the Fire Emblem gang help translate it back or Cloud, an old friend to everyone that everyone glad to see return and meet at the University (Melee),

Chrom - Lucina dad and Robin best friend, World Greatest Grandma, Best Dad, Teach some histories,

Mr. Game & Watch - the one person that you can’t see right in front of you when walking cause how flat he is, only make click clack 8 bit sounds, watch out for his hammer, like Peach umbrella, Pac Man are bros (same year), Great cook, Nobody understand him except Kirby,

Meta Knight - has a Spanish accent, mysterious dark boi, Kirby mentor, also sexy mysterious man who wears a mask, under his mask...is another mask, if his face is reveal he will disappeared to get another mash that he have over alot of back home, has a huge giant battleship which is like his car or something, gets hug by Lucina but keep mask on when she try to remove his mask alot turning out be another mask, master of the sword, call out Kirby ability names (IT’S META KIRBY), hides in the shadow, he got dark bat wings make him scary but really cool, smart dude, has an amiibo figure of himself

Pit - Captain of Palutena royal guard, getting flirt by Bayonetta alot making him so nervous and embarrass as his face is full red, rival but try be friend with Pito which he call Dark Pit, he know everyone in the school and fight them side by side, was make fun of for not actually flying even thought he need Palutena to make him fly (in game he only jump 4 times which flap his wings making him fly) Palutena is like a mother or big sister even though they aren’t related he loves her, always study and passing his class if he fail test or class he get punishment (from either Palutena or Bayonetta), Jelly of Link, Fan of Megaman and friends with everyone

Dark Pit - mistaken for Pit twin or long-lost twin brother or dark twin brother (have a yin and yang thing), Pit try to hang with Dark Pit but he told him to stay away from him but one class they’re partner till end of school year, Hates being call Pito, Bayonetta does something else with him that she doesn’t do to Pit,

Wario - Works in the cafeteria, stinks like unions and something else rotten, Waluigi Tacos are best in the cafeteria and so is Wario unions, Drives a motorcycle but also some what eat it? People question him alot, Mario old enemy, (they have this Bulk and Skull characteristics), love money, rumor said he has a game show who he goes by as Wario Man and in his game show he makes it difficult for the players without telling them what to do in the game except showing how the game work,

Snake - Teaches students about self-defense and combats also military work outs, Most intense workout of all workouts that he set out landmine fields and so much intense training like jumping over a huge lava pool to the other side, the most intense hard mode Cruel gym teacher ever, really loves boxes….and Nintendo boxes….make a fortress out of cardboard boxes, loves dogs and animals, He told his life story to Luigi which confuses him,

Ike - Fight for his Friends, Radiant Hero, challenge Cloud alot, hangout with Link and is his wingman to help him to help his crush, gets everyone pump up with a speech before the fight or challenge, The class Vice President,

Charizard (Trainer name: Blaze) - He is a fierce trainer who likes to fire things up in battle, His Charizard is strong but lose to Mewtwo and Lucario which both Lucario and Charizard became rival, has a tomboy personality too, he loves a good challenge, He use his Charizard to fly to places which he try skydiving tricks a lot with her Charizard, his Charizard is female and not same height as Reds Charizard, He also has Mega stone for X form,

Pokemon Trainer (Red & Leaf) - Red is the most powerful pokemon trainer in the school, Leaf is the shiny user which all her pokemons are all shiny, Red is always silent, but Leaf know what he's saying with the look on his face, Lucas best friend to Red, Red team are Charizard Ivysaur and Squirtle, His Charizard is the biggest Charizard,

Ivysaur (Trainer name: Rose) - Has a tomboy personality, shy to dress in girl clothes prefer baggy pants and lose shirts, she likes to sleep and can sometimes be lazy, from her looks she is a smart person and strong trainer, Sheldon once call her his big sister even though not related and live with each other with Blaze she feel so happy being call big sister,

Squirtle (Trainer name: Sheldon) - He doesn’t like being call Squirt due to his height even though he’s a kid, Him and his Squirtle are great friends, Static and Sheldon hangout and train each other to get stronger together, He see Rose as a Big Sister, both love to swim and play in the rain,

Diddy Kong - Member of the DK crew, DK trusty partner, the victim who been leaving banana peels on the floor alot!, has a rocket barrel which he one time accidentally explode in class which also happen to his peanut barrel gun but it explode in class but it explode his face, play a sick guitar, he and Bowser Jr are rivals due to them pranking each other alot,

Lucas - one kid who depress for family loss and everyone felt really bad so they all became his friends, he loves everyone and hangs out with them alot, Hang with PacMan Luigi and Ness too, Reason Luigi and Pac Man is cause of Ghost and he want to be brave, When Ness protects him he blushes and feels warm with him (*shippers screaming in the background*), has a dog and a friend name Kumatora,

Sonic - Fastest thing alive in the building, Runs everywhere, break the rule for running in the hallway alot but it has railings installed which make things better and fun for him, the birds and little critters love him since he save them from the past, has Dr. Eggman for a teacher in robotics which made him watch him in case he does something bad,

King DeDeDe - DeDeDe THAT’S THE NAME YOU SHOULD KNOW, DeDeDe HE’S THE KING OF THE SHOW, YOU’LL HOLLER AND HOOT, HE’LL GIVE KIRBEH THE BOOT, DeDeDe IS THE ONE!, COMIN’ AT YA!, carry around his hammer, bully kirby but they’re friends but won’t forgive the time he took his piece of cake, Waddle Dee serve him alot, Bandanna Dee is his best man, in art class he pose so everyone can draw him like one of his french king penguins, love to eat, likes Luigi and Ness, hate Wario for hitting him one time but he got revenge by rocket hammering him, Dance king, Triple D, Ice Climbers are best hammer teammates and friends,

Olimar & Alph - Gardens alot of plants and pikimins, Doesn’t talk that much but tells how to garden plants and talks about the wildlife, Has a rocket that can go to space…..kind of?, Everytime he try to launch himself to space the rocket will fail every single time but he’s not giving up, Alph just there with Olimar and can sometimes be forgettable sometimes,

Lucario (Trainer name: Kenchi) - He and Lucario are aiming to be the best just like Spark and his Pikachu, He defeat Mewtwo and his trainer which he became 3rd place, Loves challenges too, has a mega stone, When out of its pokeball it goes into the woods to train it's aura more in intense training even with other Pokemon,

R.O.B - the most oldest and rusty robot of the area, founded when Pikachu (trainer) - Ness & Lucas use their electric attacks on it which turn itself on, ROB is everyone friend, birds like him, has a top which is fun to play with, was an old robot that all of it’s brother and sister destroy and diapered and he is last of it’s kind (Like bastion from overwatch), dynamite with a lazer beam that can smash, He like Iron Giant and Bastion together like when someone he know or analyze as a friend and that friend i s hurt by enemy he target lock and try to exterminate or terminate the target with red eyes and intense lazer beam, but calms down when trying to stop him in smash arena, he likes puzzles too, Everyone robot best friend, the university help R.O.B out with giving him spare parts and some upgrades too,

Toon Link - Link distance relative cousin from across the sea, lazy and sleepy green bean boi, he has a boat that’s a dragon and a one hat that’s also a bird, he is an amazing music conductor, silent small boi, likes to play pirates, boi, he’s chick magnet cause of his tininess and cuteness,

Wolf - A criminal which Fox and Falco keep eye on in Smash but later on cool with each other, Surpass Snake Trials and Challenges, story heard that he use to be a space pirate but that's the past, ride tank and a space ship,

Villiger - People fear this kid due to his menacing lifeless smile face but he’s actually really nice kid once you know him, rumor said he a mayor is some other town they never heard of?, He take a class like anthropology and communication and also history too, carry around a bug net to catch frogs and bugs and fishing rods and shovel which make him most known for finding an ancient fossil that been lying under the area for millions of years, For a small student he’s actually the class president

Megaman - A student who a running start and transfer student, He goes two schools (cause of Marvel vs Capcom), Ryu old friend, people thought he eat battery or drink oil but he’s just a normal boy, Best engineering student, has a dog but the dog look cybernetic but he’s good dog, has a crush on Samus but they’re just friends but she finds him cute still (*pat Megaman on the back*),

Wii Fit Trainer - Yoga student, some boys join yoga just to be with her, like boys and girls, knows self-defenses, exercise everyday, they didn’t notice she got an eye like iris and pupils first place but when they see her eyes now they see she’s really cute, both of them dress as slender man and women on Halloween that scare everyone even the principles and teachers too when they are just so silent and sticking to the character,

Rosalina & Luma - Luma is like class huggable pet friend making people cheer up and feel relax when hugging it, Rosalina study in astronomy which she’s top student in astronomy (she might be an astronomy teacher), She hang with Mario Luigi Peach Daisy and Toad, Kirby and Rosalina are good friends since both are from space and Kirby likes Luma, she travel by those star launcher to university, love to see the stars, Love to sleep, She also help kids reading them some stories sometimes use to help them sleep,

Little Mac - One of the greatest fighter and champion in boxing, he even beat DK in the boxing ring, make fun his height and he’ll knock you out the building sending you flying, love chocolate and his coach, His coach is best man, *insert Treasure Planet best quote here for Coach and Little mac*, Coach is also the gym teacher and is kind of like a father to Little Mac, “HIT EM BABY” SHOW THEM WHAT YOU GOT MAC” “GREAT JOB MAC NOW LETS TRAIN FOR THE NEXT COURSE” *eat chocolate bar*,

Greninja (Trainer name: Kochi) - A silent and keen trainer which both Greninja and himself master ninja techniques, Greninja stay out of the pokeball so it can train himself with Lucario and other Pokemon when their trainers return from class,

Mii Fighters - Kat (Swordsman) Brox (Fighter) and Stacy (Gunner) are like known mii fighters at SMASH, Kat here to be the best race driver, Brox wants a challenger to fight and probably go to business in some company, Stacy wants to be a florist selling garden plants and flowers, 3 are like some cartoon or anime main protagonist characters that team up to fight some evil or go school together, They help save a Mii Princess from Dark Emperor, know everyone in the building and area, each fight they change costumes and gears and styles too, Three of them made their own gears and costumes which they also upgrade their gears alot for each fight they enter to prepare themselves, Kat and Brox do have a friendly rivalry to see whose best fighter and Stacy is in it too, Stacy the Tank, Brox the Muscles, Kat is the Speed, Samus is like Stacy favorite person, Stacy does Target Blast training to get her shooting skills up more, Brox likes a good challenger even against Ryu, Kat train this swordsmanship with other sword fighters, They all work out at gym!,

Palutena - Goddess of Light, support Pit and help him study too, like a mother or big sister to Pit even though they aren’t related but she loves him and Pit love her too, She now everything and everyone at school, she be protective to Pit from Bayonetta when she try flirting him by hugging him and pout at her, dancer on her pole (or staff?), Bayonetta flirt her too~ oh my~,

PAC-MAN - Loves to eat alot of fruits, Also makes all ghost scare of him except the Ghost gang, Help Luigi with ghost problems, Love To Eat, Has a wife, LOVE TO EAT!?!!?!?!?!?!?

Robin (Male) - He likes to read books, hangout with Lucina (and everyone else), good grades in chemistry and magic class, loves books, he reads books in a fight which is the most strangest thing everyone seen,

Shulk - a student from another country or place, He’s Really Feeling It, That so Shulk~ HE CAN GAZE INTO THE FUTURE~, nice cool dude, sometimes slack off but when exam or huge project he go intense,

Bowser Jr. and The Koopalings - The tiny bad gang but not that bad just annoying kids, Bowser Jr leader of the Koopalings, Jr can turn to fake mario to frame mario for painting the walls and spread paint everywhere, Koopalings are just regular kids with different personality: The leader, the girl, the aggressive, the brawn, the cute and crazy laughign one with a tame chain chomp but wears glasses, cool dude, carzy one,one with big hair like wow Ludwing got big blue hair, Chain Chomp name Chompy is their pet but belong to Iggy,

Duck Hunt - kind of like a mascot but also a student and hangout with Yoshi and other Pokemon, rumors or myths is heard that there’s a man that no one can see that has a lock on target on them and that person will shoot them, ke he he he he,

Ryu - New transfer student, really good fighter like Little Mac, carry a sandbag everywhere some reason, speak English and Japanese, he’s here to take on challengers of SMASH,

Cloud - Speak Japanese and English but mostly Japanese, Look like anime fan, People said he smell chocobo he thought he smell chocolate but finds out chocobos are some birds, everyone try to pick up his sword but nobody can’t pick it up,

Corrin (Female) - one student who has a big family which is 2 family becoming 1 family, go to class and places wearing no shoes just barefoot, legos aren’t her weakness, she love her family and friends, she good at negotiating people arguments but if one of them agree but the other disagree then she will change the other person who disagree her some…let say this person change it’s mind quick, Reason she doesn’t wear shoes is jsut she doesn’t like wearing them and doesn’t feel comfortable,

Bayonetta - Sexy and hot girl in school, (of course) she help in the library, flirt with Pit because he’s a young boy and an angel which she might want to have fun with him, Also wanna have fun with Palutena, has gun on her heels but she not afraid to shoot but give a warning shot not hurting everyone but does scare them, can summon demons making fighting her more intense, Peach Samus & Zelda hang out with her and one time she dress as one of them once which got them falling for her and liking her more, "If you need to learn how to talk to a lady, ask your mum.“ good advice to young ones, give good dating advice or get girl or guy advice, loves lollipops, hate cockroaches and crying babies and crying cockroaches babies and tentacles, give Dark Pit bad punishment if he miss behaves~ he been a bad boi~, prefers Pit more since she finds him….good~, Gets along with everyone in the school area, Sometimes bring her friends to Rodin bar to get some drinks with,

Inklings / Octoling - Always make a mess with paint in the hallways but does look and mad the hallways pop with colors which is good, Mario thought he kill them when using water on them by accident but they respawn all ok, The speak English but to others they speak some squidling language and octoling too, They do have great dance moves, Great gun user and never miss, (girl) love the princess and take selfies with them even hangout with them, both love a challenge, love to sing,

Ridely - He kill Samus parents and her adopted parents (Chozo), Killer Fighter and very dangerous, dangerous dragon of the area, has criminal records, Samus gonna kick his ass, Almost closely kill Megaman and Mario, (Male) Pikachu trainer beat him when team up with Samus, He always mistaken for an xenomorph with wings, He’s a sneaky killer that also jokes in the fight but he doesn’t hold anything back he goes in and drag his prey to the ground and he drag them and shoot his powerful beam, survive Samus attack but he knock her out (closely killing her) and destroy her suit once but she return to beat him but he run, When he was about to kill Samus all of her friends got her back and beat him making him swear to hunt them too when he recovers, If Samus leave this planet it gives him the advantage to kill everyone, If he die he will still be resurrected as robot or recover in time,

Simon - He teach all students about Mythology and Folklore, Master at Monster hunting and bounty hunter, Eats wall meat which appeared out of nowhere when he destroy walls, have to teach Dracula when he comes back from the dead, Takes them on dangerous missions or quest to hunt monsters along with Monster Hunters and Riders, Whip them if they miss behave,

Ritcher - Knows how to hunt monsters but is a student at the school, Kirby want his wall meat, He also hunt vampires alot, Simon best student, Kirby new friend, Nice to everyone,

King K. Rool - Reason why there was once a huge hole in the school and why all the windows shatter from a huge shockwave, only DK and Diddy can stop him, He also reason why all bananas are all gone in cafeteria except coconuts,

“Club, Classes, Sports, Team, and Events”

Classes: Math/Algebra, English/Other Language, Gym/Athletic, Yoga, Biology/Science/Chemistry, Technology/Construction, History, Anthropology/Communication, Job/Public, Military, Nature/Garden, Smash (Friday class only), Music/Singing, Art./Creativity, Mythology,

Clubs: Ghost Busting Club, Plumbing Club, Archery Club, Box Fighting Club, Trainer Club, Villain Only Club, Gardening Club, Anime/Video Game Club, Assist Club, Cooking Club, Band Club, Robotics Club, Photograph Club, Drama Club, Art Club, Book/Literature Club, Chess Club, Retro Club, Splat Club, Smash Training Club, Space Club,

Sports: Smash (it’s also a class which all student fighters must attended to), Basketball, Swimming, ACE Tennis, Track Field, Football, Splat, Box Fighting, Golf, Soccer, Racing,

Teams: Swim Team, Basketball Team, Cheerleader Team, Chess Team, Football Team, Track Team, Tennis ACE Team, Smash Team, Splat Team, Box Fighting Team, Golf Team, Soccer Team, Racing Team,

Events: Parties (It’s just like Mario Parties), School Olympics (Sonic or Mario Team), School Festival, Prom/Dances, Halloween Event, Winter Wonderland Week, Movie Night, Smash Tournaments, Sports Day, Teacher Appreciation Week, Art Day, Parents Day, Kids Day, Color Splash Day, Field Day, Graduation Day, Spirit Week,

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