#also i usually give her a darker red hair but i didnt want her to look too much like babs lol

[andstuffsketches]

[anonymouscheeses]

Big fckn redesigns here. Well mostly Charlie but Vaggie somewhat too 🥰🥰

Blue fits Charlie soooo much and I cease to see that many redesigns with this color. I still want red to be used in most of their designs because well. They are in hell, but not too present so to make way for other unique colors. Charlie has several physical traits from her parents but also she has some details in her clothes that match with them. When I uhh, introduce their designs you'll see lmao. I also tried to make her have a more roundish design, I jst LOVE those typ of designs omg. I just want the characters with not too many sharp corners pls Viv bro... 😔 oh yeah she's mixed cuz her mom's are darker in their redesigns. Alot of their genetics went down to Charlie so she doesn't look like an exact copy of Lucifer, I kind of hate that trend with hh and hb characters, like did the moxxies dad give birth to him bro 😭 also I kept her bow because it looks so cute and silly on her it just fits, I wish they made it bigger in her show design because it would fit her silliness so much. She has a cape with stars because morningSTAR smh why didnt they do something fun with that, missed potential but whatevs yknow I still love og designs no matter what anyone sayss. Did you know I love Charlie, I could ramble for days. I think I love Charlie guys. Maybe jst a hunch idk... also... s-snake fangs.. jeepers anddd..... snake tongue.... shiver me timberz

The wife ever. I had animation in mind more when I designed her, not like in a "How easy or hard would this be to animate" way. But I like to imagine when she's shocked her hair kind of fluffs out plus her actual fluff, when she's mad her bow turns into kind of horns and then her jacket expands like wings. Gave her a more hotel like outfit, she likes to work for fun (ew). Her socks are socks but she has some fluff under them she just tries to cover it up because she hates herself 🤪 (she doesn't hate her bigger body she actually feels much more comfortable chubby than when she was skinny with Adam. She was burdened with the weight of Adam's image of women... In this sorta rewrite she gained weight when she goes to the hotel because she's more happy. I'm dying I love chub Vaggie so much guys please) headcanon: she kind of likes fashion, it's like a fun hobby of hers to stitch together clothing and go out and buy clothes she'll never wear. She taught Charlie how to stitch and she SUCKS so you can jst see it on Charlie's pants.

Second outfits! Charlie's hotel uniform for. Well. Hotel stuff. She usually only wears it when new people come to the hotel, which.... isn't often, if at all. She still likes to keep it just in case. Also she goes really cartoonish when it happens, she does the looney tunes run and changes into her clothes in like 2 seconds. Can you see my vision? 😭😭

Vaggie's is in her armor. She has several pairs of armor lying around in the hotel in completely hidden spots. It's kind of surprising uhh. Yeah she wears it alot more than Charlie wears her alt uniform but still rare to find her in it. I don't get the whole thing with the exterminators and them not being able to fight according to Carmilla. Which is kinda stupid, I'm not gonna lie. So, instead of that, Vaggie has just let her guard down and has gotten much more comfortable in her surroundings so she feels like she doesn't need to fight anymore, she's just gotten rusty 's what I'm sayin. I have no idea how to draw armor. You can tell...

Extra below cut vvvv

BABY CHARLIE!!! With the heads of my redesigns for Luci, Eve, and Lillith. Haha you still cant see them. Uhh, ill definitely finish the thing one day. Its not even that big of a project thing, i think i jst keep going to other drawings so im like not focusing on one thing lmao. Lucifer has heterochromia because he was cursed to forever be reminded of his betrayal. I only explained that because Charlie has it too, it's kind of a curse on the entire blood line where at least one eye is red. This is like. Slightly older Charlie than the baby Charlie in show? I jst wanted to put her in overalls cuz omg that's jst so cute ughhh 😭😭

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

Lemon and Cinna but make em ~magical~

Inspired by Cinna's post here: Click Me! This isn't a trick - Cinna requested that I (Bee) draw her as a magical girl! I decided to also draw Lemon as a magical boy, because...Siblins B) No anthro pony today, this is more along the lines of equestria girls, since i wanted this to look more anime and less MLP

🐝 Art rant, Design tips, and my thought process bc Cinna mentioned that Mocha struggles with outfit design:

Anime magical girls amiright? So, the design Mocha came up with was cute, I like the bright colors, an it gives off a lot of Star vs the forces of evil vibes. Im gonna be real clear here; this is not a diss on Mocha's magical girl design.

That being said, when I was drawing my version of magical girl Cinna I wanted her to look more anime magical girl, rather than SVTFOE. here were some things i kept in mind

Magical girls usually have one main color, with a few accent colors. Not always, but from what i've seen it's a really common design element that helps differentiate the characters and make them stand out within their show. This is especially the case with Magical girl shows that have a team of girls, and not just one girl. Things like Madoka Magica, Sailor moon, Most precure generations i've seen images of, Yuki yuna is a hero, etc.

Repeated patterns like polka dots or floral patterns, aren't common, but stripes (like along the edge of the skirt, or lining the bodice), and small accent designs ARE common.

Typically, magical girl outfits are very frilly and cutesy. Some would be more impractical in battle than others irl, but either way femininity and looking beautiful while still being super powerful is a big magical girl thing

I personally like looking at, drawing, and designing magical girls with more structured bodices, mock-corsets, or sort of armor(?) with short, flowy skirts. The illusion of practicality, if you will.

I didnt want to completely lose the stars and hearts that Mocha used in Cinna's original magical girl design, so I used those in her little accessories. I mostly kept the hair the same, it's very on-brand for magical girls. HOWEVER, I tweaked the purpley pinkish colors on the design to a darker reddish pink/magenta, since I felt that fit Cinna's coat color a little better. The colors in Mocha's design also heavily influenced what colors i picked for the final drawing.

Since Cinna's hair was made pink for this drawing, I decided to make her whole magical girl outfit be mostly pink. I used the blue and yellow from the pattern on her dress to determine what her accent colors would be. I struggled a little bit at first with color placement, but in the end I think it looks okay (if not a bit...easter-egg-y). If i were to redo this, i might ditch the yellow and just do pink and blue (excluding neutral tones).

Now for Lemon!

I wanted their outfit to contrast Cinna's. Since cinna has a lot of bright colors, I decided that Lemon was going to be restricted to red and yellow, with black making up most of the outfit. Also because Cinna has a very innocent outfit, that for the most part covers her pretty well, I gave Lemon a very revealing outfit.

Playing off of the structured bodices mentioned before, with mock-corsets n all that, i gave lemon a corset-inspired top that laces in the front instead of the back (Possibly both, since its not actually doing anything to compress). This allowed them to have an exposed chest and midriff. Since i wasnt giving Lemon their wings or feathers for this magical boy design, I decided to give them shoulder pads that resemble wings, and wing accessories on their corset and wand thing. The rest of the design was to mostly just to support the main aspects of the design and add visual flavor.

For the magical wand things, I just wanted something that went with the main outfits. Cinna's wand was inspired by the big ol staff she's holding in Mocha's drawing. Lemon's has a moon design to go with the black-heavy outfit, and wings for...obvious reasons. I imagine these could be used as wands for magical attacks, or the handles can be extended for swinging it around and whacking people.

Alright i think thats just about all i have to say B) thanks for reading, and have a nice day! :D - 🐝

[istherewifiinhell]

bweep

you know what seemed less painful than reading more comics.... or going to bed a decent hour

call this kit bashing the ladies into g1.

[ID: Sketch of windblade so shes could look more in line with g1 cartoon characters. Shes most like a seeker, in the legs with chunky thruster heeled boots, and torso with a cockpit chest. Also shoulder pauldrons like coronation starscream. She has the wings and nose cone on her back, as well as fins on her feet, more like a conehead or aerialbot. She has the megatron hip skirts. Her chest block has downward sloping vents like skyfire, and her helm references her usual hair shape, with a modified seeker helm, plus sunstreaker's head fins. END]

ill help u out with visual aids in a second. basically, and i started to do this before w. arcee but. didnt finish. (maybe i SHOULD) but basically. like. ENOUGH. john hashbro. make that woman look VAGUELY. VAGUELY like she belongs in the same show as the men if ur gonna evergreen her design. if ur gonna draw her hanging out with silly goofy 80s looking guys. i literally dont even think ive nailed that assignment for plopping her into a g1 ep BUT. if u maybe took. and please god take. STYLISTIC LIBERTIES. ACROSS THE BOARD. id much rather see An Artistic Take over just. failing to recreate it... well i think be ud be fine. LIKE. IDK. i just think IF I. ME. SOME RANDO who took. idk coupla hours just to try it out... they should try it some time. and no. im not. i dont have a FUCKING SOLVE for the situation hasbro creative put us in irt windblade cultural signifiers... so i just. i just tried to draw a robot that didnt make me want to explode.

okay her are ur images to look at so can oh and aw at how many g1 characters i know and my vision (PRESUMABLY. if ur seeing this.... know starscream.... and megs hips... or can find them... O_o ..... screamers mold type is a seeker.... okay...)

[ID: 1. The aerialbots, 5 plane alt mode autobots who have nose cone backpack situations. 2. Coneheads, 3 jet decepticons with different wing shapes and extra stabilizers or ailerons on here legs. the middle one, thrust is even red and black with rotor wings. 3. Skyfire, a massive shuttle jet autobot, his chest shape is more rounded with the vents on the downward slope, instead for the flat part like a seeker. 4. Sunstreaker, a sport car autobot. His helm has these large side fins that frame his face. END]

AND THEN ALSO. laying down some extremely loose colours ideas to give a GENERAL. vibe. and related character directions cause lemme say right now i dont respect u comics writers. make her personality tonally inline with the media. and the TONE I WANT!!! IS 80s CARTOON!!!!!

[ID: 1. This is called Option #1 Kid Appeal, listing the traits, Friendly and Bright. She's in red at the chest, hips and boot tips, as well as nose cone. Her cockpit glass is blue, along with helm fins, shoulders, hands, and front of boots. In orange, her top of helm details, forearms and boot strips. Rest is pale grey, with dark grey accents. 2. This is called Option #2 Fighter, listing the traits, Confident and Brash. Shes lost the blue, a deeper read in all the same places, with the addition of her forearms, helm fins, and rear boot detailing. Shes amber orange her cockpit glass, boot stripes, hands, helm top. Darker grey base with two more darker tones for accent. END]

colours are vibe based. anyone who watches 80s cartoons knows it was all about what PHYSICAL PAINTS they had at the studio. there using the same colours for screamer. OR for the darker one i went saturated but theres a few guys who are like rusty red, see that fella above. U GET IT.

BASICALLY. kid appeal. i was going for trying to get her gold colour more in her design and then i realized more orange on her make her look kinda silly and sporty... like the tricolour IS a bit much... but so is tracks u know? the vibe here is shed be like a bumblebee or a hotrod (yes cv IS one of my favie shows) so she can have a silly colour scheme and hang out with sporty autobots, the young feeling aerialbots, that kinda stuff.

fighter is the idea that like. shed need a more serious paint job. maybe a little stealthy? but to give her a louder personality. and shes more monochromtic but i was thinking of render shots they do for megatron or warpath, on all that metal, paint and glass. shes definityly hanging out with powerglide or tracks or anyone else who's really annoying <333333 lmao.

OKAY GOODBYE

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[heyitsyn]

,,,,OK Kurat

Soulmate!Bokuto

a/n: when bokuto refuses to fix his roots and let the gray dye grow out and it slightly irritates you

colorblind soulmate where you lose your colors and only gain them back when your other half starts to have feelings for you

requests are open!!

so, leggo?

ever since you turned 16, you’ve literally gone colorblind

like you were perfectly happy seeing the colors of the world

from daichi’s red sweater

to hinata’s orange hair

you were ROBBED of the colors of the world

when you woke up that morning, you knew you would get your soulmate sign soon and you were sure it would happen while you were in class as it would start the exact time you were born 16 years ago

so there you were, happily eating with nishi and tanaka at the roof

‘hey, y/n-chan, look at this manga i found!’

you look up at noya and you almost choked on your rice ball when you couldn’t see his blonde streak anymore

it was like the moment you blinked, it was gone

he must’ve noticed your surprised look because noya touched the front floof since you were staring right at it

tanaka had his mouth opened and patted your back when you coughed

‘ah, it happened now?’

then you just start bawling

‘i cANt sEE yOuR hAiR anYmoRE!! aNd hiNATa’s hAiR! aND tHE oRANgE uniFOrMS!’

they understand it was a touchy subject for you since you were expecting something cute like noya’s thought sharing sign or tanaka’s taste sharing sign

but NO!!!

‘it’s okay y/n-chan. you’ll meet them soon and you’ll get your colors back’

from then on, all you’ve done is research all you can about soulmate signs and how they worked

yours happens to be a rarer one and you groaned bc of course it would happen to YOU

it states that usually, the moment you lock eyes with your soulmate, you’d get your lost sense back

but you wouldnt know when it would exactly happen and be like your uncle who is nearly 40 and still cant smell anything

whats worse, there were even cases where you wouldnt get them back in one sight but gain them when they start to have romantic feelings for you

you really do hope you’d get the easier 

being a part-time manager, you often helped the vbc if you were free from your other clubs so you sometimes help kiyoko with the kids

entering the gym, you frowned when you saw hinata and the gray tone of his hair

everything was gray but colors that are light like yellow or bright orange, were lighter gray while darker ones were dark gray or black

seems like tanaka and noya told the team what happened because daichi went up to you and ruffled your hair before saying it’ll be okay

‘give it time! you will find them!’

yacchi, a manager-in-training, enthusiastically told you about her ideas for the poster and gave you her rough draft, explaining the little details

but you were out of it as you just roamed your eyes over the gray-colored paper

thus causing her to freak out

‘OH MY GOD! I”M SO SORRY Y/N-SAN! I FORGOT ABOUT IT!! I’M SO SORRY!’

(yacchi is just a little precious bun, please protec her :’))

but you ruffled her hair and put on a smile

‘don’t sweat it, yacchi’

after that whole thing about announcement of the tokyo training camp and the hinata/kageyama idiot squad

you guys were in the bus, getting ready for Tokyo

it’s also been weeks since you lost it so you were still new but you were starting to get used to it

ofc you still had mistakes like their different colored practice jerseys and who was in what team or wearing different colored socks

but you were slowly adapting

it was a few hours of a drive so everyone was static to get out of the cramp bus and use the bathroom and stretch their legs

you took your time and put the others trash into a plastic bag bc youre just a great manager like that

getting out of the bus, you heard a horrendous and terrifying laugh and saw the nekoma captain hunching over in laughter

‘my god. at least his face makes up for it’

you got a text from hinata and kageyama saying that they were going to take their exams now and you sent them a little encouraging blurb

the guy from nekoma with the mohawk gawked at the 3 managers and you remembered him having that blonde hair dye

when you and the rest entered their gym, all you saw were balls flying everywhere and lots of people

your eyes scanned for at least someone to make eye contact with you because this gym has a lot of people in it and there could be a possibility they were in here

like 0.000003% probably but still a chance

from the managers to the players, not one reactivated the colors

‘hm,,, i think my soulmate is in here’

noya’s little comment made you glare at him in envy and he grinned with a peace sign

you noticed that boy kenma with his haircut and there was someone sitting near him that made you turn to the others

‘okay, either i just have terrible memory but is that a new guy?’

suga wondered the same thing and you flinched at the kid’s harsh stare at you all

there was a light gray tone to his hair and eyes so you were curious what color they were

‘his legs look a little long. i think he’s taller than most of these guys’

asahi said which made you give him a look

‘listen, as long as we got tsukki-kun, we’re okay’

the first match was against some powerhouse called fukurodani and they had a few interesting players

by interesting, you meant looks wise

that one guy looked freaking pretty with his sharp eyes while the other guy, who you assumed to be the captain, had round eyes and spiked hair

you were pretty sure that he had different colored hair due to the mix of black and light tones

AND THE WAY IT WAS STYLED THO

its like he got electrocuted and his hair just stayed the same

you were too busy looking at the 2 teams that you completely missed karasuno’s defeat and just saw them doing flying receives

the others gathered to the side and the next game was against fukurodani and nekoma

from hearing the names being said, that pretty guy was akashi or aggghasshi and the owl looking dude was bokuto-san or bokutosang or something bokuto bc youre not exactly sure

and then he be flying

‘he REALLY flying!’ 

you exclaim and tbh what can you expect from being one of the top 5 aces in the country

then the ball straight flew towards your own player and you and yamagucci screamed for his name

everyone flinched when the ball hit his hand and you ran over to check

‘ouch’

you hear that loud voice of his on top of kei’s hiss and you growled

‘HEY HEY HEY’

he didnt even apologize and if it wasnt for tanaka and daichi holding you back, you were about to scream into the guys ear for damaging your player’s hand since he needed it to block properly

‘LET ME GO! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS INJUR-’

suga smiled and raised a hand apologetically your shouts caught the attention of others

the more games karasuno played, the more they lost

you went to fill up their water bottles and was mumbling to yourself, blaming that freak haired guy for tsukki’s pained blocks

‘didnt even apologize. how dare he hurt my boy’

bokuto was going for a drink when he heard your mumbles by the water fountain

he noticed you as the karasuno manager and poked you in the shoulder

‘ah! youre the manager!’

cue you looking to glare at him since you could recognize that voice anywhere

‘and you are?’

taken aback with your tone, he grinned

‘bokuto. bokuto koutarou’

‘ah’

then you went back to filling up the bottles

he fiddled with his towel before poking you again

‘um,,, i want to apologize for earlier. sorry about that spike’

you stopped and you nodded

‘i appreciate the apology, bokuto-san. but you should say it to him’

bo guessed that you were kinda their mother hen and you looked after the players of your team

‘are you,,, a third year?’

closing the lid of the last bottle, you placed it on the basket

‘second’

his eyes widened before shouting

‘im your senpai!’

you jumped at the sudden volume of his voice and awkwardly smiled

‘ah. okay, bokuto-san’

his eyes widened before patting your shoulder gently

‘drop the -san! i prefer being called senpai!’

does this guy have a senpai kink or something

but there was probably nothing wrong with calling him senpai right?

‘okay, bokuto-senpai’

you were lowkey kinda iffy since you dont really call anyone senpai, everyone was -san to you

bo laughed loudly and ruffled your hair

‘WAH!!!!!! MY LITTLE KOUHAI!!!’

‘bokuto-san!’

your head looked up and you saw the pretty guy walking towards you

he bowed in front of you in both greeting and apology

‘sorry about him. he gets a little excited sometimes. im akaashi keiji by the way’

you waved it off and smiled gently

‘nice to meet you, akaashi-san. and dont worry, i have two people like him in my team’

hinata and noya

‘come on. the next game is about to start’

he tugged bokuto’s arm and bo waved at you before walking away

‘see ya!’

but stopped

‘ah! i didnt get your name!’

‘y/n. l/n y/n’

‘see ya later y/n!’

when you came back, the boys were still doing flying and you glanced at your watch, knowing that your boys should be coming soon

you and yacchi were visibly listening to the other players talking about your team and kiyoko gave you both a look to settle down

‘hold it in, girls’

the sea of different tones of gray were currently making you dizzy with so many things happening at ones and you completely missed the door opening, revealing tanaka’s sister

noya’s excited shout made you turn and you waved excitedly

you’ve met her once when you went over to help tutor her poor brother and noya who practically lives at their house

everyone stopped what they were doing and saw the two boys huffing by the door

you heard kuroo’s comment but you were too excited to see them come back in one piece

‘ah, so those are the legendary first years’

hm, if only you knew why they were late

bo saw you with wide eyes and excitedly bouncing at the sidelines as karasuno started to play

‘what are you looking at bokuto-san?’

akaashi asked

bo thought you were interesting the moment he heard you angrily mumble about him and he thought your pouting face was cute

‘i wonder what her soulmate mark is’

akaashi knew about his soulmate sign since he received a very frantic phone call that sunday afternoon of bokuto not being able to see the color of his apple anymore

‘she probably doesnt have it yet’

akaashi’s answer made his brows furrow

‘she’s a second year so shes probably 16 already’

‘why would it matter to you anyways?’

yea, why did it matter?

‘just general curiosity. shes quite fiesty. i like her. i want to be friends’

akaashi sighs and pats his back

‘i support you, bokuto-san’

shoot this might as well be a bokuaka

he saw you run to the two first years and took their bags for them, ruffling their hair each

even though you’re only like a some months older than hinata, you still treat him like a babie

‘coach left some buns from earlier so you can eat that before you play. oh! i also got you your milk, kags!’

bo literally could feel your happiness radiating and he saw your eyes

too bad he couldn’t see the color of them

although the boys team was finally complete, they still lost quite a lot of sets

and they were trying so hard and you were just cheering on the sidelines w yacchi and kiyoko

you kept running back and forth from the drinking fountain since the boys kept drinking so much water

and bo just finds you there again

for the second time today

:0

‘oh? back again, y/n-chan?’

you could recognized that gruffy voice anywhere

you turned and gave him a tight smile

‘ah. hello bokuto-san’

he pouted and nudged you with a finger to your shoulder

‘senpai! call me senpai!’

you were pretty sure he was 18 yet he still threw a tantrum

what kinda-

‘okay okay. sorry, bokuto-senpai’

then like a switch his pouts became grins and you got dizzy with the sudden mood switch

‘youre such a diligent manager, y/n-chan. you should transfer to our school and be one of ours instead!’

then you remember meeting the 2 managers they had

‘ah, you already have 2 so i think you’re covered’

bo whined at that

‘but karasuno also has 2 without you!’

tbh you shouldve been uncomfortable in this situation bc here you have a grown man whining

but you found his pout endearing and his eyes were loony-looking

‘not to hurt your feelings, bokuto-senpai, but we just met and i don’t know you all that well’

‘then you know the solution to that, don’t you?’

you just stared at him

‘lets get to know each other! lets be friends! lets be close!’

you couldnt say anything else since you were kinda in a pickle here so you just nodded

‘um, okay’

‘bokuto-san!’

that voice made you perk up and you raised a hand

‘akaashi-san!’

bo saw your smile and he pouted, jealous that you didnt give that smile when you saw him

‘ah, l/n-san.’

you looked at bo and his eyes grew even bigger and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks with how they puffed out with his pout

woah wait huh

why did you just think of that

akaashi had to bring back bo to the gym for their match but bo refused to walk

‘no! not until y/n-chan wants to be my friend!’

what are you

5?

but you nodded, placing a hand around his bicep

you froze, trying to contain the shock of how S T R O N G they felt

ohmygad

‘l-lets get to know each other later, bokuto-sa-senpai’

you hurriedly corrected yourself and breathed a sigh of relief when he didnt notice

a big smile got to his face and he pointed at you

‘ill win this for you y/n-chan!’

you sweatdropped bc wow this manz is winning a game for you

no-for your friendship

he excitedly ran back down the hallway and disappeared with a faint ‘hey hey hey!’

you and akaashi shared a look and he apologized

‘im sorry if he made you uncomfortable’

‘nah nah, its okay’

‘and thanks for uplifting him. he was in a mood when he left bc we lost a set but now he’s energized thanks to you’

a,,, mood?

‘is he,,, i dont know,,,, bipolar?’

akaashi stood for a second before shrugging

‘i guess you could say that. the team tries to uplift him bc if hes in a mood he messes up’

a sound of recognition left your lips before you nodded

‘ah okay’

‘well, i guess im seeing you later then, l/n-san?’

‘oh, please. call me y/n. we’re the same age!’

but he gave you a mysterious smile

‘i dont think bokuto-san would like that’

so the remaining of the time there, bo was practically stuck to you as he followed you everywhere

babie calls it ‘friendship bonding’

when yall were leaving, he was pouting so hard and you gave in to your urges

;)

you pinched his cheeks

‘until next time, bo-senpai’

blew a fuse right then and there

bO-sENPai

yall remained in contact and you even went up to visit him and just hang out

you were lowkey catching feelings

like when he sent you that mirror picture of him and kuroo being sassy in a department store and your heart started beating really really fast

then your palms started sweating as you remembered the feeling of his warm hands on yours when he led you through the busy sidewalk of tokyo

‘siri, am i having a stroke?’

but you were like ‘nuh-uh, must remain pure for my soulmate’

however

if you have those feelings already and it’s towards your soulmate, that gave bo his sight of colors

just sitting there w his team eating yakisoba bun then he looked at akaashi and saw his friend’s blue eyes again

can you tell im a bokuaka simp

in another life flashbacks

n e ways

he was so happy and ecstatic and was about to call you but akaashi was like, ‘wait, i think she might be your soulmate’

the entire team was just like, ‘what’

and bo just sitting there, ‘omg what if’

akaashi, 

grandmaster plan creator

tells bokuto to hold off from telling you until the next time yall see each other which is in the training camp

for story’s sake, training camp finally rolls around

you cannot stop squirming in your seat bc ya finally get to see bo again after so long

kuroo greets yall at the front and hes familiar w you since you hung out w the tokyo squad

‘you have a surprise little chibi’

you were just like, ‘,,,,ok kurat’

meanwhi;e,,

bo was so antsy and he was just like, ‘yey! i get to see her again!’

ngl, bo thought you were really pretty and cute and he thinks he has a crush on you but not like head-over-heels like you were

literally cannot stand still and the team was tired of having to keep him from running so akaashi just let him go

‘but dont run her over, bokuto-san’

he sonic bolts over

nYOOM

he finally sees that tangerine hinata and was searching for your hair color and when he sees you laughing at kuroo’s face, his eyes widened

his heart beat started beating really really fast and everything in his brain and all the words he wanted to say died down

he never really saw your face with colors but he just stares in awe at your beautiful skin color, breathtaking eyes, silky hair, and those plump lips

sweat started to gather at his palms and his feet started moving on its own until he just scoops you in his arms, lifting you off the ground in the process

w you, there was a silence

‘your eyes,,,,, theyre beautiful’

bo just grins at the crack of your voice and tears just wells up in your eyes w a smile

‘bo!’ 

you shouted and you wrapped your legs around his waist while he burrows his head in your neck

‘you’re so beautiful. oh my god, you’re so beautiful’

omg what i would do for bo to say that to me

obvs, the others knew what was happening

dai and suga were already planning on the talk

kuroo just recording the whole thing

‘im falling in love with you. i want to fall in love with you over and over again until i die. i want to feel like this forever. can i?’

just forgets about everyone and being in your own bubble and your own world as bokuto just professes his love for you

‘stupid question, koutaro!’

you giggled and he finally allowed you to stand on your own two feet

‘let me love you for eternity’

cue waterworks from noya and tanaka and konoha

‘but baby, we need to touch up your roots, though.’

‘we got forever, soulmate’

sorry if this was trash

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Dimmed Lights (Pt.2)

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It had been about a month since Remus' wedding, Roman was starting school soon.

Roman despised school.

Soulmates kissing in the halls, marks so bright it was almost blinding. Students asking him why he hadnt found his soulmates yet, asking why his markings were oh so dull.

But his least favorite thing about the school, was the school's favorite power couple.

Roman had known for a while that goth kids were going to end up taking over one day, but this just proved it.

Janus Belgrave was a year above Roman, he was tall and he had heterochromia and canines that were so sharp they might as well have been knives. He always seemed to know everything about a person by looking at them. He was always wearing a hat or a cape, regardless of dress code formality. He had a soul mark shaped like purple and black flowers down one side of his face.

Virgil Liddell was in the same grade as Roman. He was short and shy but he could probably drop kick someone if they made him feel even the slightest bit threatened. He had bright lilac eyes and darker purple hair. His soul mark was in the form of a two-headed snake that wrapped around his neck and collarbone.

The two of them always wore much more clothing than Roman would have deemed necessary, and would get very defensive when asked about it. But, goth kids were weird, so he wasnt going to judge.

Roman sat on his bed, staring at the rows and rows of clothing in his closet. He supposed it was a good thing he didnt have to try fitting himself in there to. After a long while Roman finally decided on a red hoodie with two white stripes in the middle as well as stripes down the sleeves, a pair of shorts, and black boots.

"Roman! Breakfast!" Roman's mother called from downstairs. Roman let out a sigh that wouldve been worthy of an oscar had the timing been convenient. He rushed down the stairs and stuffed his face quickly.

The bus ride wasnt much different than usual, Roman head his head pressed against the window, that way it was much harder to see any of his classmates soul marks.

It was stupid that they were able to find soul mates so young in his opinion, why didnt the marks just develop over time instead? Why couldnt they just be kids without having to worry about who their soulmates would be? But of course, Roman had decided that his lack of understanding for soul mate ages must have just been his jealousy talking. After all, how was a boy with no soul mate supposed to know anything about finding one.

He also supposed that having no friends didnt help that. After all, people with soul marks tended to avoid the Soulless like the plague, it was incredibly rare for someone to be born with no mark at all, and they didnt want to risk that spreading.

So Roman sat alone, every day, during class, lunch, breaks. And he pretended not to care, pretended he didnt notice the suspicious glances the others gave his tattoos, or the rumors or the laughing or anything else that the school tried to throw at him.

"Is this seat taken?" Roman looked away from the window. In front of him was a person with short pastel blue and purple hair, a white dress with a mint green belt and sleeve-straps, and white boots, as well as round glasses with clear frames.

"No, of course not," Roman said simply. The person sat down, fixing their hair slightly.

"I'm Hestia, she/her," Hestia smiled.

"Roman, he/him," Roman said, and then he noticed what seemed to be white lines etched across Hestia's skin.

Hestia seemed to have noticed the staring, because she pulled a jacket over the markings soon after.

"They arent soulmarks if that's what you're thinking, I dont have any, these are from something else," she said, looking away slightly.

"Oh- I didnt mean-" Roman rubbed the back of his neck slightly. Finally, he pulled down the side of his jacket and shirt to show off the tattoos. Hestia's eyes widened and she smiled slightly.

"Are they nicer here? The middle school was never very nice about it," Hestia said, Roman bit his lip slightly.

"Well, they arent rude necessarily, but of course you must know how it is for us," he said sadly.

"Yeah. . . It's so stupid, we can still have relationships, even if we dont have soulmarks, after all they're just for relationships that or more than ordinary friendship, it's not like having no markings means I cant make someone a cake or something," Hestia said bitterly, scratching at the lines on her arms.

"Yeah, and does it make sense to you that we have them from birth? Like why do children have to worry about suddenly glowing in the middle of the playground. It seems a bit contrived if you ask me," Roman said.

"Yeah! I know a person who found their soulmate when they were in sixth grade!" Hestia said. People on the bus were giving the two of them scandalized looks, but at this point Roman didnt really care. He finally had someone to talk to who was like him, who agreed with him and didnt think it was a brutal tragedy that he had no marks.

As the bus ride neared its end Roman and Hestia exchanged numbers, she was a freshman and he was a junior so they knew they were unlikely to have any classes together, but both had agreed that they would meet up after school when they could manage.

But now that he was off the bus, it was back to acting like a terrified gazelle in a jungle of stripes and spots.

Of course, Roman was used to that feeling.

What he wasnt used to was being shoved against a locker by a man a little less than a foot shorter than him, kissed, and then left standing confused in the middle of what seemed to be a very intense argument.

"See! I told you I can catch people off guard! I'm not that loud!" From the looks of it, Goth² was having a very intense debate, and Roman seemed to have found himself right in the center.

"I didnt say you couldnt at all, I just said you're not very good with subtlety," Janus replied, smirking. Virgil's face seemed to be going redder by the minute.

"Oh like you're so good at sneaking around with your- height!" Janus let out a laugh.

"Aaawww, is the chihuahua mad because the Great Dane's better at pranks?" Janus said, ruffling Virgil's hair.

Roman coughed slightly, he hadnt meant to do it, but it seemed to get the two boys attention very easily.

"Ah- yes, Virgil, mind explaining so the damsel you've distressed doesnt think hes ruined a relationship?" Janus said, Roman's face went scarlet.

"Sorry- yeah I couldve probably gone with something else but I'm not exactly a quick thinker ok!" Virgil said, pouting.

"O-oh its alright-" Roman said, trying to cover the rapid blush spreading across his face.

"How about this, to make it up to you, why dont you sit at lunch with us? You're always sitting alone and I highly doubt that its healthy for you," Janus said, smiling.

Roman froze like a deer in headlights, all he could think to do was nod and accept the slips of paper handed to him by the two boys.

"What. The fwuh. Just happened." Was all he could say when they left.

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[wesleyam123]

The traveller merchant

Romania, 16th century As a merchant traveller, my days were walking these lands selling my goods on  villages all around Romania. Pottery, herbs, spices, tapestry, and many Other things. I would travel during the daylight, looking for the next village to spend my night, because pending the nights on the woods is risky, robbers, wild animals, deadly insects, cold, rain...nothing is in favor. When i wasnt able to reach a village i would look for a good and open spot to set up my camp, light a fire and make some tea...despite the risky i loved to set my camp and spend my night in the middle of nowhere, the stars were my companions, my music were the whispering winds and the owls, and i would feed myself of my fear and loneliness. A Merchant life is a mixture of loneliness among crowds...You meet all different kinds of people during your life, you are the celebrity of the village when you arrive. The kids robb you when you turn around, the men intimidates you with their hating lookings, ready to stab your back and rip your head off, the women preys on you, trying to take advantage of our weakness as a man, offering sex as payments or sex for enjoyment with the new man in town... but in the end no one cares about you as a person, They are after the goods or taking advantage of you, in the end you have no one.

I spent my night in the forest and resumed my travel during the morning as usual, and i was thankful that didn’t rain during the night, making my traveling much more easier through these woods. After walking for some hours i spotted a cabin far deep into the woods, making it harder to see it...there were moss and plants all around this cabin, i felt tempted to go there, but i had to continue on the road because i needed to reach the village today before the sunset. I looked back on the cabin and i could see a woman in black by the door, staring to my carriage when i stepped on a branch, lost my balance for a moment, then i looked back the cabin and seen no one in there. This whole situation scared me, but i continued my way to the village.

Almost an hour later i saw i sign on the road, “Geamana”, that is the village’s name. So i turned my way and saw that small and calm place...as soon as i was spotted, people start to tell each other that the merchant was in town, and that news spread fast, the place wasn’t that big. I found a good spot to stop my carriage and set my store while the sun was still up in the sky, wainting to the first customer come, so i could ask where were the hotel that i could spend my night. People start to come as usual, i was the celebrity of the town like always, where they could buy their stuff, hate me, use me, i didnt cared anyways, i was just after their money so i could go to the next place on this infinite looping. There were so many people wanting to buy things that i forgot to ask where were the hotel. I sold pottery for them store their foods, spices for cooking food, oil for their lamps, candles, tapestries, everything you can imagine...i was so tired after selling to that crowd, so this lady came to my carriage looking for herbs. She dressed differently from the villagers, and had a different scent, a woody perfume that invaded my head and went straight to my senses. Her hair was black as the night, and looked like a veil over her head... her lips were red like the warm blood that run into my veins...her dress was a mixture of black and dark maroon, embroided in white next to her breasts. She looked like a piece of art made by a skillful sculptor. She asked for some exotic and unusual herbs, not commom herbs that a regular woman buys, but luckly i had all of those herbs available...after the trade i asked her where was the hotel so i could spend my night. She told me that the hotel wasnt open, because the owners and their families died recently of a sickness, so the villagers burned down the place to the sickness not spread. I vented that i would have to spend my night on a camp again and how i missed a bath, and she offered me a room to spend the night. She said she lived some minutes from the village and offered me a ride on her horse. I couldnt refuse that offering, it was too tempting to refuse having a place to spend the night, and have that beautiful woman as my company, so i told her that i accepted the offer.

The sun was setting down and was starting to get dark, so i put everything back in the carriage and tied with a rope, parking it next to one of the village houses. I asked to the resident to look after for me and the old lady agreed...I thanked and told her that i was going to give her something as a payment when i get back. I looked back and spotted the woman waiting for me, she was already riding her horse and told me to get on the horse behind her. As soon as i got up her scent invaded my head once again, driving me on a tripping...”what is wrong with me?”, “what is wrong with this scent that makes me crazy?”...she was riding fast and i was almost falling from the horse, so she told me to hold on her waist...I didnt think twice and grabbed her by the waist, warm and firm, soft and muscular, a true sculpture.

I was going to a random stranger house, and i didnt even knew her name. The feeling of need, loneliness and turn on was speaking louder than my reason. I asked her name, she told me Cordelia. I could see a cabin and the front garden lit by na oil lamp, and she just told me we arrived. There were many florwers, herbs and plants on her front garden, so i asked why. She told me she was na alchemist and also a healer, helping the villagers with medicines...I spotted the same plants she bought planted on her garden. She just invited me in the cabin.

As soon she opened the door, that scent came to my brain once again, invading all my being and activating so many feeling on my body and mind. She invited me in again, then i “woke up” from my trip and stepped inside. She told me she was going to prepare a tea for us, and that i was probably tired so i could take a bath while she prepares the tea. I couldnt refuse because i was wishing a bath so badly. She told me where was the bathroom and i followed my way there...the bathroom was atached to her room, divided only by a red tapestry, and her room had so many different scents, Every single one atached to a different feeling...floral as the love, woody as the loneliness, Sweet as the passion...i was getting drugged by all those scents. There was an altar in her room before the bathroom, there were many candles, Flowers, herbs, written stuff, and a cerimonial dagger, everything organized on a beautiful way.

I lit up the candles next to the bath, removed all my clothes and closed the curtain of the bathroom...The candle’s perfumes mixed to all those scents made relaxed and trip on that bath, forgeting everything around, i just closed my eyes and relaxed. Suddenly the curtain were opened, and i saw that gorgeous woman in front of me. Her hair was like a waterfall falling over her shoulders, her lips like a perdition, holding our tea and some flower petals on her hand. She dropped the towel she was wearing, revealing her body...it was like a marble sculpture, Every inch carved masterfully, softly and smoth, i was paralyzed in front of her.

She went inside the bath and placed the towel next to her, dropping the flower petals inside. I could feel her body touching my body inside the bath while she stood next to me. She offered me the tea and we both drink, sweetly tasting its flavour while it went down burning my chest. She came and whispered something on my ears...”I own all of you, today and Forever”...she wildly dominated me, kissing me and kissing my neck, while i was in extasy, drugged by the drink, the lust and the scents around. A violent urge came to my body while she was subjugating me, then i wrapped my both arms around her, full of passion and rage...she whispered on my ears again, “I’m not yours, you are mine”, so she touched my private parts and i lost my strenght.

She sat over me, and i felt her hot body becoming as one with me, and i was tripping even more because of everything around...while she rided me, she would scratch me, she would bite me, and it was becoming faster, harder and violent every time. I could feel my skin jointing in her nails, i could feel blood going down every bite she took, but i didnt care, i couldnt feel pain anymore, all i felt was pleasure by being dominated by her. The water was becoming reddish, and the white petals became like red roses, part of me was spilling on that bath...

I couldnt hold myself anymore, reaching an orgasm and ejaculating inside her in a way i never felt before, maybe was the tea, the scents or her that made this to me, i dont know. In a instant  I felt a slit on my throat, and a warm feeling going down my chest, the water becoming a crystaline red, and she gently kissing my neck, tasting every single drop of me...i couldnt feel pain, fear or pleasure anymore...i only feel cold, its getting colder here...and darker........where am ..................

[wackapedia]

Away From Here

some time after the events of Skydive. Events referenced are hyperlinked to my other fics in case youre interested hehe ---- You've been turning in your bed for the past couple of hours, trying to find a comfortable position. Sleep eludes you once again. You give up on trying to get some sleep and decide to bug Cal Kestis instead, who was sleeping on the living area. You put on a cardigan before exiting your quarters. "Cal..?" You whispered, calling out to your friend who was sleeping at the Potolli-weave sofa. The Mantis was powered down for the night, which left you blindly trudging through the ship. You were startled to find Cal already sitting up on the sofa, the soft light of the holotable illuminating his face. He was staring blankly at the maps projected, not really thinking about anything.

"Hey..." You carefully offer him a smile. You notice his eyes were rimmed red and his hair disheveled. He had another nightmare. "Hey, y/n..." He snaps out. finally noticing you in the darkness of the ship. "Why are you up?" He tries to be casual despite his shaky breathing. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and tries to comb through his hair with his fingers. "Couldn't sleep. You alright?" You asked, slowly stepping closer. "Yeah... I- I'm just.." He suddenly gets up from the sofa to head to the kitchen. The lights were still dim but you were surprised Cal didn't bump into anything. Must be the force. "Are you hungry? I'll make some snacks for us.." He changes the subject. You walk closer to the kitchen while watching Cal quietly open the pantry cabinet to find it basically empty, save for the ration bars Greez eats while on the cockpit. "Yeah, that's not gonna work.." You say, leaning against the kitchen counter. Cal sighs. He's still shaky from that nightmare. You decide to distract him for a while, take his mind off things. "Hey, I know a place around here that makes great Cloud Puffs.." You attempt nonchalantly. "At this hour?" Cal chuckles rather humorlessly, still facing away from you. "Yeah! they don't really close down.." you say, already zipping your jacket. Cal wasn't convinced just yet. "Also, I'm holding you to that cantina date you mentioned over the comms a few weeks ago, don't pretend to forget because I have a few witnesses!" You grin at the embarrassing memory. Cal begins to laugh as he finally turns to face you. Despite the lack of illumination, you can see his face shift to a darker shade, blushing at the memory. "Well, its not really a cantina, but its just you and me so..." You take your hand from the pocket of your coat, offering it to him. "Shall we?" --- You walk hand in hand with Cal, never letting go since he took your hand from inside the ship. You carefully sneaked out in the middle of the night, making sure not to wake Cere or Greez. The small town near where the Stinger Mantis had docked was still brimming with life. There were a considerate amount of people bustling through the main streets, Energy tubes lighting up market stores. You decided to take the shortcut alleys where there are fewer people, in case Cal wasn't comfortable with the crowd. Cal was quiet throughout the short walk to the pastry house. He was trying to shake the negative thoughts away, trying to focus on the moment. Focusing on the warm hand holding his, the bubbly ball of radiance that never fails to cheer him up. His hand tightens around yours. You arrive at the restaurant which was fortunately empty. You ordered a lot more than usual, thinking Cal would need the extra sweets. "Do you want to talk about it?" You ask him about his nightmare. "It just felt so real this time..." He says after a couple of beats. "You were in it." "Hey.. I'm here. This is real." Your hands wrap around his. "I know. Its just that..." the look of conflict evident in his face. "The last time I used the force to save someone, it didn't end well for them... and I'm just scared that what if...." "Shhh.. Cal, don't think like that." You reach over the table between you to touch his cheek, bringing him back to reality. "That's not gonna happen, okay? I promise you. I'll be right here." Cal smiles. Its the prettiest thing you see in such a long time. A droid arrives, having a hard time carrying the plates of pastries you ordered. You let go of him as he expresses his surprise. "Hey remember when you tried to scam me with your ugly ship back in Bracca?" Cal suddenly asks, now energized by the sweet pastries he had consumed. You were still inside the restaurant, finishing off the food down to the last crumb. "Excuse me, I never scammed anyone before!" You laughed, both of you knowing that its a lie. "How about when you were being a show off at Sorc Tormo's? You should totally just work for him, he enjoys you a lot" You reminded him. "Does he, now?" "Yeah, He thinks you're handsome. Kept on complementing your looks.." You try not to sound negative before slurping on your Slusho. "Well, you're giving me ideas. Maybe after all this, I'll get a job there..."He teases. You continue to look down and slurp at your Slusho, avoiding his dumb teasing smile. "But then you'd get jealous.." He continues. OH? "Why would I get jealous?" You snap at him, raising an eyebrow. "You tell me!" He's completely grinning at this point. "You're the Jedi here, why don't you tell me?" You laugh, his grin infecting yours. "Is that so?!" Cal stands up from his seat, challenging you to do the same. You stand up as well, chuckling at how childish you two were behaving. But you liked it when Cal was like this. The boyish mirth within him makes his green eyes shine a little brighter. Cal's hand reaches out to touch your cheek, and in one swift motion, he pulls your face towards his which was meeting you halfway. The moment his hand touches your cheek, you couldn't tell if things were going in slow motion or in hyperdrive. You couldn't tell if the restaurant suddenly became crowded or was it just the thumping of your heart? Couldn't even tell if his hand on your cheek was cold or warm. What mattered was this. Cal. Kissing you. Telling you what you had been asking about. Asking about what? You couldn't even remember. After what felt like an eternity, Cal pulls away from you but keeps his face close. His eyelids flutter open, eyelashes gently caressing your skin. The taste of the Mikan slusho was evident in your lips somehow tastes uniquely like you. "Does that prove my point?" Cal whispers, both of his hands cupping your face. "..or do I have to go again?" ---- Sunlight creeps into the windows of the Stinger Mantis. Greez was starting on breakfast after restocking his pantry earlier in the morning. Cere comes out of her quarters, Greeting him a good morning, only to be shushed by the four armed Latero. Cere's confused face prompts Greez to point at the living area with his spatula. Cere investigates, finding Y/n and Cal huddled together, asleep, on the sofa, a blanket draped on both of them. "Give them a couple more hours.." Greez says over the sizzle of Nerf steak. (Space IHOP!  y'all know ihop is an abbreviation? bc i didnt || Also, my dad was listening to Loin d'ici today, gave me the title idea hehe)

[selenecrawford]

Selene Crawford Stories

Hi, its me again lol. Well, I know I made a post saying that I might not write but after seeing so many awesome pages and received good feedback on my MC Selene I decided to share a modern little story about Selene and the Ikesen men. This is a short story on how she met them. Apologies in advance, I just wanted to share a bit more about Selene and I thought this might work. If someone wants to use my character please let me know. And thanks for any support. This is for entertainment purpose only. I hope you like it.

Warnings: There is profanity on the story. Thanks.

   Selene arrived to the location of the interview. The call came when she was finishing taking everything to the storage so most of her suits we on a her suitcase on the house. The timing was off and luck not on her side since that day 3 weeks ago. Her dreams, hopes and job went down the drain on her wedding day. Her now ex-fiance Malcolm decided to cancel the wedding...at the wedding when his beautiful high class mistress Charlotte interrupted the ceremony.

    Stopping her trail of thoughts she decided to give all , so she could to get this new job. There were only one problem her clothes. Being an average height of 5 feet 5 inches tall Selene look like any average woman. Not too thin, but neither too thick, she decided that day to use a pair of denim shorts with a white tank top and a  red and black shirt tied to her waist. A pair of red converse with black knee high socks finished her assemble. No make up and her black hair into a ponytail was the rest of her look. Holding a folder with her resume and a backpack as a purse she headed for the location. The interview was at 2:30 pm. And the call was made at 2:00. Since the location of the storage center was near she couldnt go back to her home which was at least more than 20 minutes by car in the other side of the city. Selene hated the though of being late so decided to risk it all.

“ I know this is not going to work. But I can't refuse this interview. Why? Why? Oh God, this is going to be so bad.” Though Selene while entering the building.

   Located on the business district ODA Forces Inc. was the top of the line service and Lawyers firm on the city. Managed by Nobunaga Oda and Hideyoshi Toyotomi. The duo managed to make cases flying on high profiles with a high rate of success. Not only they had a successful Law firm but also a detective agency which helped with their cases. Masamune Date and Mitsuhide Akechi were then ones in charge. While Mitsurani Ishida was the researcher for the firm. Selene , had always known about them a group that was a perfect machine to seek justice. It was after the “incident” as she now calls it that she decided to apply as an receptionist. It was a simple job but at least it will let her start again. Her now ex in laws being one of the most well known families in the city made sure to bury her reputation on the ground. They never liked her in the first place. But then neither she. Orphan, and self made, Selene never had an easy life but then again she never asked for it or complained about it. Although, sometimes she wish destiny will at least might take a bit easy Selene tried to clear her thoughts and be optimistic, but one disaster after another. Was proven to be difficult. Her belief was bad things came in trios but this was getting far already ridiculous. While entering the waiting room for the interview she could heard the sound of the phone ringing non stop.  A man with white short silver hair was trying to answer while a pair of women were trying their best to ignore the situation.

  Selene couldn't stay inactive, walking directly to the desk, she took the phone from the man and pushed the button.

“Oda Forces Inc. How can I help you?” she answered on her most professional tone.

  Scanning the desk she found the a couple of agendas and a notebook. She took the notebook and pen instead and started scribbling. In less than 10 minutes she already took 5 calls and made some appointments. The  man next to her was looking in silence while trying to decipher her writings. Meanwhile, the other women started to look at her in mocking stares.

(Yes I know, I know, I wanna go home) thought Selene giving a small smile.

When the last call ended the man politely address her.

“Little girl thank you for your help but where is your mother?”

Selene took a moment to register the words. Slowly she closed her eyes and counted to 10. Again, she was confused by a minor. In rare occasions, that will warrant a scolding but right now she only wanted to finish the interview and go home.

“I’m sorry I'm 30 years old and my name is Selene Crawford. I'm here for the interview I was called today.” good she managed not to bit his head off.

The man opened his eyes wide and a red shade began to cover his cheeks embarrassed. Trying to make up for the mistake he started to look at the desk which look more like a war zone. Her compulsive nature to get everything organized mixed with the anxiety she was trying to control took the best of her. She intermediately began to organize and get the desk in order. Trying to not to look like a psycho she gave the man a sweet smile and ask.

“Sorry, but it seems that you need help. Do you mind?” and soon she found the waiting list, wrote her name last and kept organizing the desk.

Mitsurani didnt know what to do, he was ashamed to confused her with a little girl. But at the same time her outfit was so out of place. Still, he appreciated her help. In less than 10 minutes the desk was cleaned, organized and everything within reach. The notes she took she passed it to the different agendas and then destroyed the note. The phone started to sound again. Without hesitation Selene began taking notes and making appointments. She was moving naturally like she own the place. Without interrupting, Mitsurani stood up and went to Hideyoshi's office where the interviews were held.

Nobunaga and Hydeoshi were trying to be professional with the candidate but the woman was dressed more for a cocktail party than for an office job. Her eyes looked anywhere and seemed to take their clothes off. She was really undressing them both and Hydeoshi as well as Nobunaga were at their limit. Since the last receptionist quit the organization at the office was suffering and Mitsurani was not the most organized one.

“Well Miss, thank you for your time we will contact you soon.” Nobunaga's tone was deep and polite. With an indifference that left no place for a change of mind.

The woman still giving sensual looks took the leave with a wink to Hydeoshi. With a sighs Hydeoshi took a notebook to fan himself while Nobunaga rolled his eyes.

“If this is what the process is going to be I'm going to call the agency. This is a loss of my time.” said Nobunaga already loosing his patience.

Although he enjoyed feminine company, he also knew how to divide business and pleasure. And Right now, getting someone competitive was being almost impossible. Scratching the name on the list he was going to call Mitsurani when he opened the door after a soft knock.

“Nobunaga Sama, Hydeoshi Sama, I think we found our candidate.”

Before he could ask something, a woman in shorts, tennis and tank top with a shirt tied to her waist made her entrance. He could see her hair tied on a pony with a scar crossing her nose, giving her a younger appearance and emerald eyes that were now looking darker than usual. Her whole face seemed relax but her stance make her look uncomfortable, but she managed not to let it know at simple view.

“Excuse, Mr. Oda, you have a call on line 2. And there is a business dinner canceled by Mrs. Kimeko. She will call back to re schedule. Also, Miss York called and quote “ You are bastard I hope you rot in hell fucking asshole.” End quote. I organized the archives on the office now they are by order I left the list and where they are so you wont have trouble finding them. Mr. Akechi also called but he said he will be here in a couple of minutes so no message left. Mr. Date indicated that he will bring food by 3 pm. And last Mister Takeda came but since you were busy left and took all the candidates on the waiting room with him...” - the woman took a short silence before continue.- “ So...Im the only one left for the interview.”

Once Selene finished the sentence then an uncomfortable silence, took place.

The phone started to sound again and Selene went back to answered it. It took some seconds to the men shake their heads and going to see what the hell was really going on.

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Coffee Shop AU Oneshot - I'm Oliver You, Tom Riddle

I'll admit, Tom is a little OOC (out of character) in this, but like, I really wanted to write him with a raging boner for Oliver :/ just suffer through it, I guess,,,

Also I'm on mobile and dont know how to make a "Read More" thing so

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Darkly stained hardwood floors met emerald green counters, topped with clean, if slightly cluttered, darker-stained butcher block countertops; a silver register sat at one end of the counter space, an empty fish bowl filled with various pens of varying degrees of frilliness directly beside it; two-thirds of the counterspace was behind lightly frosted glass, which quite untastefully hid all of the various coffee making and blending apparatuses; round tables of a matching register-silver sat around the space, with cozy chairs of varying shades of green pushed in or hastily shoved aside were small comforts lying around the little caffe. Three of the walls of the caffe, the left, the right, and the entry wall, were the same shade of emerald green as the counters - Tom painted them all at the same time himself, while the back wall was tastefully and painstakingly painted various greys to sort of give more depth to the actual brickwork, but not leave it the natural red brick it was before. Tom still wasnt entirely happy with the paint on the brick, even today, but continually added more and more small touches here and there. A bright pink handprint smacked the top of the bricks, small spatters of pink on the stark white ceiling resulting from it, while a more carefully placed yellow print stood beside it. Anne had helped him paint and stain the caffe before she actually began working there, and had seen it fit to climb on top of the countertops, hand nearly dripping in pink paint, before she jumped - and fell off the countertop soon after as a result of her recklessness - and smacked her hand as high as she could. The yellow one came from him; he stood on the countertop, painted his hand, and pressed it firmly as high as he could.

Tom loved the sight of it. Every morning, he came in, started up a brew, had his morning cuppa - black, no sugar - and then was immediately greeted with his most hated thing: customers.

Usually, however, the early morning crowd wasnt too terribly awful, but there were exceptions to every rule. Especially when it came to, Tom shuddered, youngsters.

But he digressed.

It was drab and dreary that momentous day. Outside, it was raining fairly well, making the air outside pleasantly cool and delightfully scented. The streets had a mist, and Tom wanted nothing more than to go out and just breathe the rainy air in. Rainy weather had to be his most favourite type of weather.

But unfortunately, people enjoyed a hot, freshly made beverage on a rainy day, and that meant that his cafe would be busy. Just as it was now.

Thankfully, he wasnt dealing with the customers today, that was Anne's job on Wednesdays. All he had to do was work behind the counter, make the drinks, and call out the names or whatever the customers insisted on being called.

And, occassionally, when Anne needed a break, interact with the customers. Tom nearly shuddered at the vague thought.

"Tom!" Anne called. "I need 7 hot chocolates, two with two pumps of vanilla, whole milk, one of those with with whipped cream, cinnamon lightly dusted on top, one with 4 pumps of your Hot Unicorn Blood Elixir, coconut milk instead, three made with soy milk, and one with almond."

Anne was a very near and dear working companion of his. She was dark skinned, with very large breasts, a sweet face, and someone who enjoyed wearing clothing that was much too small for her. Even her uniform was too small, which shouldn't be as Tom had given her clothing that had to have been several sizes too large; it was all he had on hand at the moment. Anne must have known a tailor, or had done them herself.

"We should have never offered drink customization, Anne." Tom griped.

He made the hot chocolates, as asked for, and called out, "Ridiculous hot chocolate order for 7."

Six giggling girls came up and grabbed their order, one taking two cups, before returning to their table and awaiting friend.

Business slowed for a moment soon after that, but they werent ever completely devoid of customers in the queue.

And then, it was time for Anne's break.

Oh, how Tom dreaded Anne's break! Now he had to both take orders and make them.

Oh well, he supposed, time to get to work.

Taking the second customers order, the bell above the door rang as someone new entered, or as a customer was leaving. Tom glanced up, saw that it was someone coming in, and greeted him, "Good morning, welcome to the Half-Life Caffe. I'll be with you in just a moment."

And of course, the customer he was currently helping ordered a ridiculous hot beverage, but this time, it was completely asinine; a soy latte, no soy. They're "allergic to soy", as they have so far claimed, but enjoyed the way a soy-free soy latte tasted.

Tom tried his very best to not roll his eyes or groan at this persons incompetence.

It was the single most difficult thing he had ever done. He deserved a solid gold plaque for his deed. Or at the very least an official day of recognition. Perhaps a national holiday, The Day Tom Marvolo Riddle Didnt Roll His Eyes or Make Any Dissenting Noise at the Customers Stupidity.

It had a very nice ring to it, Tom thought.

And now, it was the new customer's turn to order.

"How can I help you this fine, if wet, morning?" And that's when Tom looked up, and met his gorgeous ocean blue eyes. And the rest of his beautiful face, for that matter.

Tom instantly took back what he had previously thought. Not openly gawking at this simply, perfectly stunning individual was the single most difficult thing he had ever done.

The customer was distinctly male, wild, curly blond hair falling every which way seemingly perfectly, even if it was dripping water onto his clothes, his cheeks and nose tinged a slight pink from the nippy air outside, giving him a perpetual blush. He parted his perfectly kissable lips and flashed a smile, all perfectly straight, white teeth, and oh! Then he spoke!

"Actually, I'm not quite sure what I want quite yet. I've never been here before." The stranger told him. His voice was like the sweetest music Tom had ever heard, lilted and bright and airy.

"May I recommend our unique Unicorn Blood Elixir? I invented it myself, and it's only available while I work." How Tom had managed to say that without stuttering was beyond him.

"Oh, that sounds lovely! I'll have the largest size you have, please! I'm not planning on going anywhere, if that makes a difference?" He smiled once again, and Tom very nearly dropped the tall ceramic mug he had just grabbed.

"Can I get a name for your order?" Tom cleared his throat, grabbing an Expo marker from the flowery fish bowl next to the register, and focused his entire will on writing this persons name.

"Oliver," he giggled.

Tom discreetly wiped his mistake away, and god he felt his cheeks begin to warm, how embarrassing.

"£6.50 please."

Money was exchanged, Oliver waved his farewell, and took a seat in the corner, pulling his phone out of his thigh bag and smiling down at whatever was on the screen.

Tom had a not-so-subtle hope it wasnt his boyfriend.

Or girlfriend, Tom wasnt one to judge, but he didnt look the type to have a girlfriend, if his fluffy, gaudy yellow sweater, sinfully tight black skinny jeans, shiny silver mid calf heeled boots, and dark leather thigh bag was anything to go by.

But, who knew, maybe she dressed him?

Tom returned to work, just as Anne came back in. Tom turned to glance at whoever it was, and sighed in relief when he saw it was just his coworker.

"Anne, get your arse back to work!" Tom called over the loudspeaker.

"Oh piss off!" She called back, already putting her apron back on. "What orders do we have now?"

Tom handed over the two easier orders, and worked on Oliver's Unicorn Blood Elixir.

" "soy latte, absolutely no soy"?" Anne questioned. "Couldnt they have just ordered a regular latte?"

"I tried to convince them, but they're adamant the soy-free soy lattes taste the best."

"Well. Oh well, more money in the drawer for us." She shrugged and began making the orders.

Tom braced his hands against his clean counter, staring down at the mug. He didnt ask if it were hot or cold. Why was he acting like this?

Tom! He scolded himself. Pull yourself together. This isnt you, and quite frankly, it's annoying.

He sucked in as much air as his lungs would let him, let it out slowly, and turned toward the front and called out "Oliver?"

Said boy looked up, a question clear on his face. He stood, leaving heavily charmed cell phone at the table, and approached the counter. "That was fast?" He seemed skeptical.

"Actually no. I just remembered I didnt ask you if you wanted it hot or cold."

"Oh! Yes. Of course, cold please! I just looked them up, over there, at that table, and they look so magical cold!" His eyes shone of a glowing wonder. Tom heartrate increased, and he could nearly swear he was dying because of this ethereal, tacky dressed vision in front of him.

Oliver should go to prison for attempted murder. Or maybe he just got out? Either way, he was, actively or not, trying to kill Tom.

Tom chuckled, "Yes, they're very blasé warm, I will admit. But still equally delicious, of course. You may return to your seat, I'll have your order ready momentarily." He smiled graciously, waiting until Oliver smiled back and returned to his seat.

Tom grabbed a new cup, a clear, tall glass this time, wrote Oliver's name on it with the Expo marker, and, before he thought better of it, wrote on the opposite side, this time in Sharpie, as if it were supposed to have it and wasnt just an additional, spur of the moment decision:

bewitching (verb):

Enchant or delight (someone)

Time to get to work, then.

He blended a thick pink, vanilla cupcake flavoured concoction in one blender, an equally thick pale green, Earl Grey flavored in another, and started up the lavender purple, lavender flavoured into the last of the blenders. He poured black tapioca pearls into the bottom of the glass and drizzled edible glitter laced caramel down the inside of the glass while he waited for the three blenders to finish their work, and, once they were done, carefully poured each of the blenders contents into reusable piping bags.

Normally, Tom didnt go through this step, but he wanted to make the drink absolutely perfect for the single most beautiful man in the shop. The rest of the customers who would inevitably see it, be damned; they were worth nothing in comparison to pretty Oliver and his heart stopping smile.

He piped in a thick line of pink, then green, and finally purple, filling the glass completely. He took one of the stainless steel stirrers nearby and very gently, very carefully swirled the colours just a bit, so it wasn't a stark pink, green, and purple, but a much softer, less defined array of colour.

Then, he brought out the hand-prepared pale blue whipped cream, swirled it on top, and brought out Anne's favourite decorations: the silver sugar pearls and sugar crystals. He tossed a handful of pearls on the top of the very colourful creation before doing the same with the silver sugar crystals.

Very nearly perfect. Tom grabbed two of the thick, white straws and arranged them just so, one taller than the other, and sighed.

"Anne?" He asked, cringing all the while. "Do we have any more of those pink, edible hearts?"

Anne gasped dramatically. Why does she have to do this? What does she have against him?!

Please dont draw Oliver's attention! He mentally pleaded.

"You dont put hearts on anything! Even if it's one of our Valentines Specials! What is wrong with you!" She was so loud, and Tom could cry, surely the bitch was going to get Oliver's attention, but then she reached up, into one of the cabinets in the back, and grabbed a small container filled with them. "Here you are, go nuts." And returned to her work.

Tom opened the container, grabbed one of the smaller hearts, and gently placed it in front of the straws. He smiled at his handiwork - Oliver's perfect face would light up as soon as he saw this! - and turned around, ready to call out the order, slightly startled to find Oliver already at the counter, looking flustered and a tad embarrassed.

Oh fuck, did he hear her Tom was going to murder her--

"I'm sorry," his eyes flicked down to Tom's nametag, "Tom. I know I said I wouldnt be going anywhere, but I just got a text from my friend, Gwen. I'm going to need my order to go." He looked dejected.

Tom had an instant hatred toward that look.

"That's alright, here's your order." He passed the glass over to him, a small, reassuring smile over his lips. "Dont worry about the glass, just take it." He said, before Oliver could protest on taking one of their more expensive glasses.

Oliver smiled gently, "Thank you, Tom. Though I do still feel bad at taking one of your glass cups."

"How about this;" Anne rudely shoved her way in, "give him your number, make it even."

Oliver, caught off guard, guffawed, setting his drink down on the countertop so he didnt tip it over on accident, and brought his hand up to try and quiet his harmonic laugh. "I'm sorry!" He got out through a laugh. "I'm not laughing at you, I just didnt expect that!"

Anne reached over, made the receipt machine spit out more paper, and grabbed one of her overly frilled, ostensibly girly, click pens, and passed the two of them over to Oliver.

Through his giggles, he managed to write down his phone number, his name just under it, a tiny heart dotting his "i".

"Here you are, Tom!" He slid the slip of paper over to Tom. "Call me sometime? If not, I'll just have to come back with my friends and make a huge dramatic scene. Maybe get the police involved?"

The cheeky shit! "Well, we cant have that, now can we? I'll call you when I'm off work later this evening, then. Dont make any plans to ruin my life or business just yet, darling." He winked.

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His face burst into actual flames, "I'm so sorry, please ignore that last word." Can I die now? Please and thank you! He thought as he buried his face in his hands.

Both Anne and Oliver laughed at him, but Oliver reached his hand over the countertop and gently pulled Tom's hand away from his burning face, and looked imploringly at him. "I'll never forget it, dear." And then, when Tom looked up at him, Oliver pulled Tom's hand to his face, and, to Tom's horrified delight, pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "Anne, was it?" He turned his focus to her, "Could you make sure he calls me?"

She grinned, looking very much like a shark in that one Pixar movie. "I'll make sure he at least sends you a text. And if not him, I know I will~" she winked flirtingly at him.

Oliver giggled his perfect laugh, winked back, took his drink in hand, and left, waving goodbye just outside the window.

"Your face is still red." Anne so helpfully pointed out. "And seriously, you had better call him! He seems nice, and it would do you good to actually get in the game!"

"I will, Anne. He said he'd make a scene with his friends, maybe get the police involved, if I didn't." Tom sighed. "And hes the most wonderful person I've ever seen, can you imagine his disappointed face? Go ahead, Anne. Imagine that perfect face, disappointed. It breaks your heart!"

He paused. "Well, not mine. But I'm sure you get my point."

"I do, and I'm glad we're on the same page." She reached out and touched his shoulder gently, smiling a bit as she said it, before clapping her hands. "Time to get back to work!"

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Tom sat there, on his couch, cell phone in one hand, and Oliver's phone number in the other, and he was nervous.

After Oliver left, they got so busy that Tom had completely forgotten about Oliver's phone number, which had previously been a burning weight in his pocket.

And now, hes on his couch at home, completely nervous.

He may have already stated that, but to his current state of mind, it didnt matter.

He needed to call Oliver. And to do that, he needed to put the numbers in his phone, and then press the green "call" button. One step at a time, Tom.

To put the numbers in.

Now.

Right now.

07

There! The first 2 digits!

00769 7659

And there are the rest! Now, to make the call.

(A/N, I dont know english phone numbers, so idk if that's even correct in the slightest. I know mobile numbers start with 07 and are 11 numbers long, but idk about the rest)

(A/N: Also, DONT CALL IT. It might actually be someones number idk but like srsly dont call it) (I mean it)

He took several deep, calming breaths, or at least he tried to. He ended up hyperventilating for a few minutes. Once he calmed down enough, he turned his phone screen back on, and unlocked it with his password, "v0ld3m0rt".

Before he had any second to think about his actions, once more that day, he pressed the "call" button.

Then, he panicked, nearly dropping the device.

For 3 entire rings, he was frozen in place, staring in horror at his phones screen, nearly silently hoping Oliver wouldnt pick up-

But then he did!

"Hello?" Even from this distance he sounded beautiful ♡

And like he had just woken up.

He quickly brought the phone up to his ear, "Yes, Oliver? This is Tom. From-from the Half-Life Caffe?"

"Oh! Tom! Hi, hello! It's good to finally hear from you!" Despite his obvious giddiness, his voice still sounded rough. "I was just saying to Gwen a few hours ago that we were going to have to start a riot." He laughed, but it came across as more of a few breathy chuckles than anything. "Why are you calling so late though? Its half passed midnight." There was a rustling on the other side of the phone, like maybe Oliver was shifting in his. Bed, Tom figured, or perhaps he was rubbing his eyes, to get the sleep from them.

"Is it really?" He pulled his phone from his ear and checked the time; 12:34. "Oh, I suppose it is. My apologies, it must have taken more time to build up the courage to call you than I thought."

"Wait, 'build up the courage'?" He giggled softly. "Were you afraid of calling me?" Tom could hear the smile in his voice.

"Not afraid, necessarily, just. Nervous."

"Dont be nervous, Tom. It's just me." There was more rustling, and a series of pop-ing noises, before Oliver was back on the line. "Sorry, i was stretching."

They were silent for a few moments, and just when Tom started to feel like an awkward mess, Oliver spoke quietly, "I'm glad you called me, Tom. I really was worried you'd never call."

"Of course I'd call you, Oliver." Tom spoke equally quietly. This was a space in time all their own, and he hated to break the serene moment. He leaned back on the sofa, resting his slightly aching back. "Though, if I'm quite honest, I dont know what to say."

"I think I do. I was cleaning my glass from earlier, and I must say, what an amazing drink, when I noticed a little something on the side."

"Could it have been... your name?" Tom smiled.

"No, you shit!" Oliver laughed. Tom soaked in the feeling it brought him. "The other thing. Does the word "bewitching" ring any bells?"

"Oh, yes, of course. That. A different word and definition is written on all of our glasses, you see-"

"Mmm no, I dont think so." He said in a silly, sing-song voice. "Robert, another of my friends, tried my amazing beverage and wanted one of his own. So I told him where to get it, and to take it there, and he did. But oddly enough, there was no word on it, besides his name."

Oh, well. Maybe it just rubbed off. It's just sharpie on glass, it doesnt last forever."

"Mm-hmm. I thought youd say that. My best friend Andrea was there, too, while I was there. You, however, know her as Anne."

Tom made a terrible noise in the back of his throat.

Oliver must have heard because he giggled, "And she said that you put bewitching on my glass because, and I quote her exact words, I am the "most wonderful person with the most perfect face", and then she prattled on about how red your face was, among other things, and-"

Tom made another noise, and rushed out "I'm so sorry Oliver, I know it was bold of me--"

"Oliver?" A female voice asked. She sounded far away, and quite young, at that, Tom couldnt help but wonder who she was.

A girlfriend? A female friend? His mother?

"Who are you talking to?" She sounded much nearer now. "Its 1 o'clock in the morning, my love."

Tom deduced she was either a very affectionate mother or his girlfriend. No fenale friend called their male friend "my love" for no reason.

Tom felt a cold stab of jealous shame low in his belly. Anne had gotten his hopes up, the incredible bitch. "I'm sorry, Oliver. I'll text you later, I've kept you up for long enough. You should get back to your girlfriend, and get back to sleep while you're at it." Tom couldnt believe he was rambling; Oliver brought out the worst in him, that was for sure.

"What? My what? Tom--" Oliver asked.

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Oh.

Tom hung up.

Well. There went that. Oliver had a girlfriend.

So why did Tom feel so crushed?

Oh, yes. That's right. He had a crush, so of course his little infatuation would crush him. It was in the name.

Tom's phone lit up, and the song Different as Can Be, his ringtone that Anne had set up for him, started playing. Without even glancing at the devices screen, he denied the call and shut the phone completely off. Oliver wouldnt, or rather, shouldnt, have anything more to say to him. Tom knew he didnt have anything to say to the other boy, so why should he bother answering a phone call?

Tom was exhausted. And he had to get up early the next morning to open up shop. 

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...10am the next morning...

Holy fuck Tom was l a t e

His phone was his alarm, and like a complete fucking dumbarse, Tom had shut his phone off the night before and didnt bother to turn the fucker back on.

He could have simply blocked Oliver's phone number, and yet.

Tom could well and truly throttle himself at his absolute stupidity, and he may or may not have tied his tie a tiny but tighter this morning as a result.

But, onward and upward. He had a business to run, no use fretting over more sleep. Anne had the key to the caffe, and today was Thursday, so she was, in fact, working this morning. Time to get to work.

Tom dressed, brushed his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash, and flossed evenly for good measure, before he brushed his hair out. He didnt have time to shower that morning, so styling his hair had to be a must that morning. After it was perfectly styled, he deemed himself ready for the day. Time to grab his wallet, his car keys, and--

Mreow

Oh, right. His cat, Professor Quirrell.

"I'm sorry, sweet boy. I nearly forgot all about you, didnt I?" Tom apologized to his cat. "Its just I'm late for work."

Mrrrow

"I know, being late is no excuse to not feed you. Let's get you breakfast, shall we?" Tom made his way to the kitchen, where his dearly beloved cat was sat at his spot at the kitchenette's small  table. "It's going to have to be cheap this morning, dear, I dont have time to cook for you. Or for me, for that matter. But I can at least get something at the shop. You, my poor little man," Tom scooped his small, slightly overweight black cat up in his arms, "would starve all day. And that's just not fair, is it?"

Brrrrw, Professor Quirrell agreed. Tom nodded, gently setting Professor Quirrell back down onto the table, before reaching up into a cabinet to get one of his special breakfast plates, and grabbed a can of wet cat food on a lower shelf. He popped the can open, grabbed a fork from the drawer, and gently divvied up his sweet Professor Quirrell's breakfast.

And, of course, Professor Quirrell, being an asshole, took one smell of it, and proceeded to bury it with invisible dirt, before he moved on to the "empty" dish of kibble. You see, it wasnt really empty, but just had a small empty patch in the middle. Tom fondly shook his head at the little bastard man, grabbed a small scoop of crunchies, and filled the dish back up.

Once Professor Quirrell started eating, Tom gently stroked down his back. "There. Now you wont starve." Tom stood, "I'll see you tonight, stinky boy. Behave."

Tom grabbed his keys and wallet, conveniently left at the door, before he called out, "No wild parties, Professor. You know the rules."

He locked his apartment door behind him and strolled down the stairs, before getting to his car, a yellow, 3-door Vauxhall Astra with a silver grill, parked conveniently at the kerb. Dont worry, there werent any double yellows anywhere in the vicinity, so it's not like he would get a parking ticket from the traffic warden. Tom was an exceptionally safe car owner. :)

(A/N: my british bestie helped me with all of that. Everything you just read in that last paragraph is factually correct and 100% certified true by him, an actual british person. The rest cannot be accounted for)

Arriving to work, however, was a completely different story. Several police cars sat out front, two with lights flashing.

Oh. Shit.

Tom parked hastily just down the block a bit, desperate to see what had happened to his caffe. He stepped inside, expecting a murder spree, blood on everything, only to find seven or so officers of the law sitting at the tables, nursing mugs of drinks, and at least four more queued up to order more beverages, and Anne, grinning evilly behind the register, who all turned toward him as he entered, with nothing else amiss in the shop.

"Er... Hello, officers. Working hard. Or hardly working?"

Oliver suddenly turned a corner from the back of the caffe, assumedly returning from the restrooms, when a tall brunet officer from the front of the caffe turned to him. "This the one, Oliver?"

His beautiful face and gorgeous curls, a perfect vision he was yesterday, wearing the same shiny boots and thigh bag as then, but instead of a yellow sweater and black pants, he was wearing rose print white jeans, yellow suspenders, and a form fitted white button up shirt. Such a lovely sight.

Tom! Control yourself! He has a girlfriend.

"Yes, Robert. This is Tom." Oliver puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms over his chest, and Tom just felt even deeper infatuation with him.

(It couldnt possibly be love, oh no. Tom didnt do that.)

"That's all I need to hear. You're under arrest, Tom." The officer, Robert, pulled his handcuffs from his belt. "Hands behind your back please."

"What? What for?" Tom asked for the sake of his sanity. Of course, he still turned his back against the officer, hands behind him, but that was more out of courtesy and respect for the law than anything else.

Officer Robert came closer, snapping one cuff against his wrist, and pausing before doing up the other. "Why, for hanging up on sweet Oliver, of course. And then, for not answering any of his 17 phone calls after." And then he snapped the other cuff on.

Oliver had really gotten the police involved, just as he promised. The little tart!

Wait...

"Oh, but that wasnt the agreement." Tom started.

"Oh?" Officer Robert questioned. "Then what was the agreement?" Tom thought he heard a smug grin leaking through his voice.

"The agreement was I would call him, or Oliver would get the police involved. I did call him, so there are no reasons to arrest me, officer. I held up my end of the bargain." Tom smoothly talked.

"Why would you hang up on him, though? Have you ever spoken to him? You wont ever want to hang up." Another officer, presumably from the sitting crowd, asked.

"It was nearing 1am, officer. And I had to get to work early this morning."

"But here you are, at 11am. I don't count that as early, do any of you?" A woman asked. That voice... it wasnt Anne, and it sounded familiar...

"I turned my phone off last night. My phone is my alarm, so of course I didnt wake up at the right time." Tom explained.

"You didn't have to turn your phone off." Oliver said. He sounded grouchy, and Tom desperately wanted to see his Mr. Grouchy Face.

"You're right, I could have just blocked your number."

"You didnt have to do that, either!" There was a small k'thunk, very soon after that. Did Oliver just stomp his foot? How very childish, Tom couldnt help but chuckle at the mere thought.

"Oliver, it was late. I needed to sleep. You needed to sleep, your girlfriend needed to sleep, I dont understand why you're getting so upset with me for being responsible."

"I dont have a girlfriend!" Another k'thunk. "Gwen is a lesbian!"

"Hey, whoa now." The same female voice from earlier spoke up. "Let's not put any labels on anything, shall we? I prefer women, yes, that is true, but I would totally bang him too."

"You're just saying that because hes in handcuffs, Gwen."

"Can I be released now, please?" Tom asked, quite done with the uncomfortable cuffs. "Its obvious this is just a sham arrest."

Officer Robert cleared his throat. "Well, everything seems to check out, at least from what an eyewitness testimony states." Officer Robert quickly pulled the key from its place, "Dont let it happen again, however, young man. Next time, I wont be so lenient." And he unlocked the cuffs.

An entire five minutes and 15 seconds of being handcuffed, all because Oliver was a little pissy. Tom could already see himself dating this dramatic train wreck of a human.

"Thank you."

"Are we done now? I'm sure we ruined this poor man's business forever." Another officer spoke.

"Yeah, and now he knows Oliver can and will get the police involved in the future. I'm sure hes been scared enough for today."

Officers Robert and Gwen turned toward Oliver, as if asking if they were still needed. "Yeah, fine. Go away." Oliver said, suddenly sounding very tired. "Tom and I need to talk about a few things, and I know this is already going to spread around the precinct  like fiend fire."

The officers stood, bringing their empty mugs to the counter to be cleaned, and getting to-go paper cups for the road. Anne was a saint for making more carafes.

Speaking of...

Anne, who had been suspiciously silent the entire time, was standing behind the counter, elbows resting against it, grinning madly, looking exactly like the shark from that Pixar movie. Or the Cheshire cat. Maybe a mix of the two.

"Fish are friends, Anne." Tom told her.

"I'm going to give the two of you a moment," she said, still grinning her crazed grin. "I need to say goodbye to Gwen. Oliver, we have security cameras. If you murder him, I cant help you with anything, but I am planning on making some meat pies eventually." She winked, took her apron off and hung it on the hook behind the counter, before she too left the caffe.

Once the last officer left, making the comment about how good the coffee here was, Oliver grabbed Tom's wrist to get his attention. "Tom. I dont have a girlfriend. I'm living with Gwen. The couch is uncomfortable, and we're close enough that we can share the bed without it being weird. Is that really the reason why you hung up on me-why you turned your phone off and ignored me? Or was all this just. Some little mistake?"

"I apologize for making such a bold assumption. You just seem to bring out the worst in my behaviour. I apologize for that as well. Yes, it was because I believed you had a girlfriend. I may have developed a sort of. Infatuation, if you will, with you. And while I know that's not any grounds for anything to become of us, I couldnt help but feel." Tom paused and chewed his lower lip, averting his eyes. "Jealous. I want you to be mine, and just the thought of you being hers, well. It didn't settle well with me." He finished quietly.

Oliver, the sweet boy, giggled. Tom looked up at him. "How about this? I get your work schedule, come in whenever I can, I get a drink, you get a drink, we chat for a while, and see where this gets us? Maybe, possibly, going on some real dates in between?" If Tom had known better, he would know that Oliver was blatantly flirting.

"That sounds wonderful, Oliver. Thank you." Tom truly meant it, too.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

Warm (14/16)

prologue

cotton, wind, blow, blouse.

hair, flower, aroma, scent.

cold, eyes, ice, dive.

touch, warm, melt, lips.

a/n: i cried writing this one

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You’ve noticed ever since your 7th anniversary, Taeyong has been distant and jittery around you. It started with him blankly staring at you when you would tell him about your day and it would take a few calls of his name for him to snap out of it. Next, he would always come home late, either from working overtime or hanging out with Johnny ever since he moved back to Seoul from Chicago.

When you consulted your best friend, she said it might be the infamous ‘7-year itch’ that happens between couples; when the relationship starts to recede. You argued that it can’t be because he’s always just as passionate and enthusiastic when you two would fool around in bed.

“Well, maybe he just wants sex. You two are still unbelievably celibate.” She scoffs and under her breath she grumbles, “I still think his pepper is an inch.”

You scold her when you caught what she said, shoving her shoulder.

“Then he’s probably cheating on you! Like, are you sure he’s really working overtime or meeting Johnny?”

You frown at her suggestion, “It’s not like him to lie.”

“Remember that little incident with what’s-her-face and wanting to have him ‘study each other’s anatomy’ back in senior high?”

That left an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach and it stayed there until you got back home where Taeyong was browsing through the usual stack of papers he brings home from work in the living room.

He looks up from the file he was holding, his eyes a little red and the bags under them were darker than usual. “Oh, hey.” He briefly stands up to kiss your cheek before plopping back down on the couch. “Have you eaten? I made some beef stew.”

“I’m still full… Aren’t you going to bed yet?”

“I will in a while. I’ll just sort these out.”

You nod and get ready for bed, trying to forget the suggestions your best friend had mentioned earlier.

Taeyong clambers onto the bed just a few minutes after you settle in and as he was about to scoop you into his arms and warm you up from the cold airconditioning, his phone rings. He mumbles an apology when he sees your dismayed expression before getting up and answering his phone.

“Why are you calling? Ya! I’m thinking it through, wait, I’m in the same room as her.” He says into his phone in a hushed tone, thinking you didn’t hear him as he slips out the room.

Your chest tightens, thinking what through? And why did it matter that you were in the room.

“Maybe he’s cheating on you.” Your friend’s words echo in your head.

You fell asleep before Taeyong came back to bed and when you woke up the next morning, he was gone already. He left a note by the breakfast he made you, telling you he had to go work early, and you can tell he was in a rush because of his handwriting.

As you dusted your face with setting powder, your gaze lands on the small jewelry box Taeyong had gotten you for your birthday 2 years ago. You haven’t been wearing any of your jewelry since you only used them for night outs or formal events, but today you felt like wearing at least one of them. Upon opening the navy faux leather box, it was a mess of tangled chains of necklaces and bracelets on one side and neatly arranged rows of your earrings where rings are supposed to be. You see the rose pendant he had gotten you before and untangle it from the others. On the leaves, it had his initials and since you felt so distant with him the past weeks, you decided to wear it.

But it had still bothered you all morning about Taeyong’s actions and your friend’s words still haunted the back of your mind. You hated it that it made sense in your head, but you refused to believe any of it. You were so out of it during work that your boss had advised you to take the rest of the day off.

You barely worked in the morning, yet the second you got to your apartment, fatigue started to set in. Without another thought, you open the door and toe off your shoes on the mat. You thought you were seeing things, but you see Taeyong’s loafers--the one he wears to work--on the mat, and what made you feel ten times worse were the black pumps beside it.

“Taeyong?!” You didn’t mean to actually screech, but when you hear more than one hurried footsteps inside the living room, you repeat yourself and stomp towards the noise.

“[Y/N]!” Taeyong awkwardly stands in the middle of the living room, hands behind his back and looking flustered. “W-what are you doing home so early? Are you sick? Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” You scoff, “Are you okay? What are you doing home so early?”

“I, uh, forgot some papers.”

“Oh, did you?” He nods his head at your question. “Did you bring a co-worker with you, huh?”

His eyebrows furrowed together and as if a lightbulb went off in his head, his eyes widened. “Uhm, I--”

“Where is she?” You demand as you looked around the room. When you feel his hand on your shoulder, you push him off and glare at him with wet eyes. “Are you cheating on me?”

“No! You know I would never even think of that!”

“Then whose heels are on the mat?”

“Miyoung’s!”

You and Taeyong had never screamed at each other like this.

“Who the hell is that?!”

“Johnny’s girlfriend!”

And as if on cue, the front door shuts and Johnny’s voice booms, “Hey, Taeyong, the flower shop only had peach roses, [Y/N] is fine with that, right--oh…” He walks into view with a three large bouquets of the roses he was just talking about. “A-am I late?”

On the corner of your vision, you see Taeyong shake his head while covering his face with a hand.

“Late for what?” You asked, calming down a bit.

Suddenly, a girl runs out from the laundry room and went straight for Johnny. She looks at you with a tight smile. “Hi, uhm, I wish we met on better circumstances, but I think it’s best that Johnny and I leave. Let’s go, hun.”

“Wait, what’s happening?” Johnny looks at her and back at Taeyong, but she hushes him.

“Hush, Taeyong can handle this.” She says, glancing at him and gives him a thumbs up, mouthing “You got this.”

When they left, you turn to Taeyong and wait for him to explain.

“Uhm, do you want to sit down first?”

“No, I’m good standing up.”

He sighs, “Okay. Uhm…” His eyes fall on your neck, making him reach out and touch the necklace you wore. “You haven’t worn this in a while.”

“Don’t change the topic. What the hell is happening?” You snap at him and he offers you an apologetic smile.

“When I bought this, the store also had these rings; really expensive rings. And I knew I didn’t have the money to buy them so I didn’t think much of it until I saw this one particular ring. I immediately thought of you and I don’t know why I did, but when the lady who sold me this necklace offered to reserve the ring for at most 3 months, I took it.” He pauses to swallow. “After I gave you this necklace, I started working different part time jobs so I can save up for the ring. I didn’t even have enough when the 3 months were up, but my mom lent me the money because she knows how much I wanted it for you-- how much I love you.”

Taeyong pulls out a square box from his back pocket and you recognize the packaging as the same one that came with the necklace from years ago. “So I’ve had this for 4 years because I didn’t know when to give it you; I kept waiting for the right time, and if you came home a little later, I could have given it to you like I planned.”

You stare up at him, “But, we already celebrated our anniversary… w-what’s with today that you have to ask Johnny and his girlfriend for help?”

He inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he slowly exhales. With one last breath, he gets on one knee and holds your hand, gazing into your eyes.

“I swear to God, I had a whole spiel to tell you, but you came too early and now I can’t remember most of it.” He chuckles, “And I feel like I should apologize for taking so long to do this, but [Y/N], you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re patient and understanding with me, you know how to put up with me, and I’m--I’m me because of you. I loved you for 7 years and I promise to love you even more for the next years to come,” He opens up the square box and reveals the most elegant ring you’ve ever seen. “Will you marry me?”

You don’t even realize that you had held your breath or that you’ve began crying until you attempted to answer him. “Wait, I just feel so stupid for thinking that you were cheating on me.”

He shushes, vehemently shaking his head. “No, no, it’s okay. Please answer me, baby. One word, yes or no. And whatever it is, I’ll accept it.”

You choke back your tears at the thought of him understanding if you reject his proposal, “Of course, it’s a yes!” You pull him up from the floor and throw your arms around his shoulders.

He hugs you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and you feel it: the warmth of his body that you missed so much; the warmth that made you feel that you were home.

“Is this really happening?”

He laughs, breaking the hug off to put the ring on your finger. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No!” You cry, briefly admiring the ring before returning your attention on Taeyong, who wipes your tears with his thumb, “Never.”

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a/n:  i will always cry while writing marriage proposals bc its the only time i allow myself to be so cheesy and im so soft rn it didnt help that taeyong had apple hair for inkigayo :c

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[thataspdfeel]

I'm curious, what are you most attracted to in your partners? Is it similar traits in all of them or different ones like their sense of humour etc.? Sorry if this is a weird question but you've said before you like when people ask about them so I thought I would.

i was so excited to get this and then forgot to answer it :/ im an idiot

also gonna put this under a cut cause this is gonna be hella long cause im a fucking romantic dork

god though i could wax poetic. they’re all so lovely. like they have traits in common but also are unique. they all have brown eyes but theyre unique. like my husband has these eyes that remind me of warm chocolate. like a chocolate fountain kind of warm chocolate. dark and smooth but reflect the light. my wife’s have tinges of gold in the irises like flecks of gold leaf. and theres a dark ring around the pupil and one around the edge of the iris. theyre fucking magical

my boyfriend’s eyes are almost black and very deep. darker than the night sky and full of warmth and mischief. but its like theyre never ending, like he can see the innermost parts of whoever he’s looking at, like your soul is written on your forehead

lmao i love eyes can you tell

they all have these goddamned sinful eyelashes and my boyfriend’s are the longest. theyre as dark as his eyes and when he’s embarrassed, he gets all shy and they brush against his cheekbones like how dare you sir. how dare you be beautiful even when youre embarrassed. i look like a fucking tomato. rude

my husband’s look gold at the tips with the way the light catches them. like yknow how fake eyelashes have purple or red at the tips? like that except gold. like what??? the fuck??? rude

they all have very soft hair though my boyfriend’s is the longest. i cant wait to get with him irl again cause i wanna braid it. he’s got a bony face and it frames it so well. it’s so dark brown its almost black and it’s fun to see him try to sweep it out of his face cause he refuses to tie it up

my husband has these wild curls. we were looking up how to take care of them and that’s how we found out hes ethnically jewish. (which makes sense considering he’s german) they get so thick and heavy and they’re so soft and lovely to nap in. which i do on a semi regular basis. its so soft and lovely and i love when he grows it out. he just doesn’t look right with shorter hair. and he has this beard that grows funny, makes him look like jedidiah if yknow what i mean. he has such a baby face without it and he loves beard scritches it’s so cute how happy he gets

bluh im bouncing all over the place i just??? love them?????? so??????????? much???????????????? there’s so much to talk about!!!

so i guess i’ll just try and make a list of the things i love about them

husband:

cheerful, bubbly, very sunny personality. the human incarnation of a very excited dog (which can be A Lot sometimes)

extremely kind. would give you the shirt off his back. often laments that he stopped carrying cash years ago every time he sees somebody who could use some despite the fact that we’re always broke

a proper southern gentleman??? like im fat so im used to people not holding doors open for me fucking ever and being really goddamned rude in general. he ALWAYS holds doors open for me, opens the car door for me both to get in and out of the car, and gets pouty if i try and carry my own bag. it’s so sweet??? ive literally never had that before and even after three and a half years, it’s still so charming

he will do literally anything the fuck i ask. he’ll say no and im like oh ok and he’ll tease like “finally! i said no! and got away with it!” just to make me giggle and then does it anyway

on this note, he also always cooks as much as absolutely possible. even though his spine gives him problems, he does his best to keep me off my leg

he’s always so concerned about my well being. like if there’s not a disability cart at the front of a store, he makes me sit down while he goes and chases one down. if im stiffer than usual due to a cold front, he’ll remind me to take pain meds every four hours

he’s trying to learn japanese because he knows i dont have anybody to practice with here in the states. just for me and not any other reason

adores animals. even if he finds a dog annoying, he’ll still fawn over it and give it as many pets as it wants and won't ever snap at it even if anybody else would. he’s got these large hands and he’s kind of clumsy but this goes away around animals. he’s just so careful and gentle like i never ever worry

drags me out of my introverted cave because he knows social interaction is also good

has introduced me to some of my favorite books and video games because he’s verious conscious about what somebody likes and works to be like “hey, i think youd like this” and is almost always correct??? amazing

has 0 sense of style but doesnt mind somebody who knows better keeping him from absolute disaster

dude is a damned good cook. ive gained like at least a solid 25 pounds since he moved in and started cooking regularly

SPEAKING OF COOKING, we met on the tail end of my anorexia when i was doing my best to recover and still slipping up. he never made me feel bad about it but always encouraged me to eat. he eats SO much (think shaggy rogers) that i always felt comfortable eating in front of him. he always reminds me to eat and asks if ive eaten that day. honestly, i wouldnt be at this level of recovery if it hadnt been for him

is amazing at caling me down holy fuck

wife:

met her first, of the three of them, ironically so ive known her the longest but been with her the shortest. we dated a few months in hs but there was a chick she wanted to date like right there (and i was in japan) so i was like oh go for it. well, they broke up and we got back together and it’s been lovely ever since

she has this snorting laugh that’s adorable to listen to and it makes me feel more comfortable laughing (because i think i sound like a damn goose)

SHE HAS SO MANY GODDAMNED FRECKLES ON HER CUTE LITTLE FACE THEY’RE ADORABLE AND AMAZING AND VERY FUN TO KISS BECAUSE SHE SQUIRMS

she has a goddamned button nose for chrissakes

and these really wide hips too like i felt bad about my hips years ago cause theyre p wide but shes adorable and has wide hips too. she kinda made me love them (even though hers are better)

she’s genderfluid so i get to be gay all across the gender spectrum (im agender) and she’s so beautiful and handsome and v amazing

we were both homestuck fans at the height of it (like we still are) but her cosplays are just really well done??? shes so talented

OH MY GOD SHE MAKES THIE CHICKEN SOUP WITH HOMEMADE NOODLES I WOULD SLAP AN OLD LADY FOR

i dont know about the rest of her cooking (sadly) due to limited time around each other but i cant fucking wait tbh. her cookies kill me tho i love them

an amazing fashion sense. im a dumpster compared to her

an amazing writer and artist and i die every time she sends me something like my soul fucking ascends

she loved me BEFORE meds which i think is amazing. like what a lovely human being yknow? im a dick without meds and she loved me anyway and i love that about her

she speaks german and she makes it sound beautiful and i cry

her singing voice is so angelic and it kills me when she sings because everybody should hear this lovely person sing

she is hyper empathetic and it makes her so lovely and kind and wonderful. she completely understands how i feel about things and why even when no one else does and is very good at de-escalating me when im upset

we’ve just known each other for something like 7 years now? like i dated her post my abusive ex and she lit up my whole world with happiness at being treated well. then her ex was abusive and just... we get each other? in a way where her husband and my other two partners dont. its a pain the others dont understand so we go to each other during these times of pain in a way we cant with other people. it’s a very special connection

she’s a goddamned goof and i love it

my boyfriend:

motherfucker is so skinny which is the opposite of me and for some reason it works?? idk like it worries me but it’s also unique. love it

we dated almost my whole senior year of hs but he broke up with me because he thought he didnt have the same depth of emotion as i did for him and didnt want to “hold me back” from somebody better. like??? can you imagine?????? how fucking kind

recently started dating again like it took him fourish years for him to realize SHIT I MADE A MISTAKE so he’s a little slow but he’s so very thoughtful

he’s a goof in a different way than the other two. dad jokes. never ending fucking dad jokes. and goddamned puns. he never stops. dont tell him i love them because then he’ll never let me tease him again (i pretend like its The Worst)

so. fucking. dramatic. always flips his hair in the sassiest way possible. its super gay (he’s bi)

he doesnt do a whole lot of romance or saying WHY he feels certain ways. he feels like it cheapens the emotion. but, on the rare occassion he doesnt let this bother him, his poetry he sends me about how he feels makes me fucking cry. it’s so beautiful. i love it

he works watering at a plant nursery and complains about how the bees always use him as a landing strip. it’s adorable

he’s so resourceful?? this is best seen when playing minecraft cause he makes some damn cool structures in some really nice places. i love playing it with him just to see what he builds and how (especially since im a boring, lets make this house a square kinda ho)

he’s so camera shy??? no selfies no skype at all. he’s so bashful and it’s super cute i love it

got me into DnD like yes thank you for this enjoyable nerdery

the sole reason i passed math in hs. like not only is he smart but hes also really good at explaining things to people? definitely a talent for teaching people things

he was my best friend for the longest time like all three of them are my best friend but he was the only one who was my best friend FIRST and then romance blossomed

like im demiromantic so i need a strong connection to fall in love like it was a solid few months of dating my husband before i began to love him. i knew my wife for awhile and got close so same general story. but my boyfriend and i were more friends to lovers and i love that about him

his dad is half italian so he talks with his hands and it’s so overdramatic that he hits people with them on a semi regular basis just gesturing. he once accidentally knocked my glasses all the way across a room cause i had walked behind him and he made a sweeping gesture. hilarious

one time, i had food poisoning and the pain was so bad, i had to crawl under his kitchen table until my mother came to take me to the base clinic. he sat with my head in his lap and brushed my hair out of my face and cooed gently at me to try and soothe me. it was so sweet and ive never forgotten about it

motherfucker, with the help of my sister, dragged me into homestuck

he’s so damn shy about affection that holdling his hand in public makes him blush. it’s even worse if i steal a kiss. fucking adorable

things all three have in common that i love:

good in bed. it sounds silly but this is important to me because while i dont necessarily need sex to form a close relationship to fall in love, it definitely helps

idk how this happened, i really dont, but somehow everything i like lines up nicely with everything they like??? and if im not into something, they can find it with each other and vise versa. lmao wtf how did this happen to line up idk

kind, generous, sweet, and helpful although all three show these qualities in different ways despite having them in common

love me??? like honestly it sounds so silly that id love that they love me but im such a flawed, terrible human being that it leaves me in deep awe that not only does one person love me but three??? how??? amazing people to find something in me to love and to keep on loving despite all my problems. beautiful

creative, smart, and inventive each in their own right. they fucking astound me and take my breath away

beautiful cuddlers (not being sarcastic, promise)

husband is a goddamned heater but boyfriend is a living block of ice. then wife is one of those who’s in between but she steals your heat and then hours later gives it back which is the worse option of the three. like it starts out all nice but then you end up surprised hours later because youre fucking dying of heatstroke

so we have two heatstroke, drowning in sweat options and then losing your limbs. it makes trying to set the thermostat a fucking nightmare

they all love to read and honestly? i couldnt be with anyone who doesnt like a good book

can hold lively, in depth discussions about things

hubby tends to lean more towards “would it be immoral to fuck a succubus” type morality questions and superhero dissection type things

wife is all over the place and can carry on a conversation about goddamned teapots if she so chose. no idea how she does it

boyfriend likes to entertain more morbid thoughts and psychology but also likes to analyze things. like homestuck. we still fucking dissect homestuck

very intelligent. blows my dumb ass out of the water. beautiful

like gaming various amounts and various kinds of games. hubs likes any and all. boyfriend likes dnd, monster hunter, minecraft etc kinds of things, not really one for cards or board games. wife prefers to craft but will occasionally engage in board games or cards, less so in video games but tends to stick to pokemon. it’s nice

they’re all very physically beautiful though in different ways. hubby is barrel chested and german with very strong arms and big hands, a bright and sunny smile. wife is small and round with tiny, artist hands and a sweet, pixie face. boyfriend is thin, long, and gaunt with pale skin and dark hair (kind of like damien from dream daddy tbh)

i could go on but ive been making this post for like well over two hours now and i figured maybe i should stop. it’s long as hell and idk if anybody else would have read this whole thing but basically i fucking adore my partners??? so much??? and there are so many things about them to love???

i just love them so much and could go on and on for hours about why i love each of them and how lovely they are and how they make me feel

ksdjrfgh im so sorry this is so long theres just so much to talk about //sweats

[masterlistcrawford]

Selene Crawford: The beginning

Warnings: There is profanity on the story. Thanks.

  Selene arrived to the location of the interview. The call came when she was finishing taking everything to the storage so most of her suits we on a her suitcase on the house. The timing was off and luck not on her side since that day 3 weeks ago. Her dreams, hopes and job went down the drain on her wedding day. Her now ex-fiance Malcolm decided to cancel the wedding…at the wedding when his beautiful high class mistress Charlotte interrupted the ceremony.

  Stopping her trail of thoughts she decided to give all , so she could to get this new job. There were only one problem her clothes. Being an average height of 5 feet 5 inches tall Selene look like any average woman. Not too thin, but neither too thick, she decided that day to use a pair of denim shorts with a white tank top and a  red and black shirt tied to her waist. A pair of red converse with black knee high socks finished her assemble. No make up and her black hair into a ponytail was the rest of her look. Holding a folder with her resume and a backpack as a purse she headed for the location. The interview was at 2:30 pm. And the call was made at 2:00. Since the location of the storage center was near she couldnt go back to her home which was at least more than 20 minutes by car in the other side of the city. Selene hated the though of being late so decided to risk it all.

“ I know this is not going to work. But I can’t refuse this interview. Why? Why? Oh God, this is going to be so bad.” Though Selene while entering the building.

  Located on the business district ODA Forces Inc. was the top of the line service and Lawyers firm on the city. Managed by Nobunaga Oda and Hideyoshi Toyotomi. The duo managed to make cases flying on high profiles with a high rate of success. Not only they had a successful Law firm but also a detective agency which helped with their cases. Masamune Date and Mitsuhide Akechi were then ones in charge. While Mitsurani Ishida was the researcher for the firm. Selene , had always known about them a group that was a perfect machine to seek justice. It was after the “incident” as she now calls it that she decided to apply as an receptionist. It was a simple job but at least it will let her start again. Her now ex in laws being one of the most well known families in the city made sure to bury her reputation on the ground. They never liked her in the first place. But then neither she. Orphan, and self made, Selene never had an easy life but then again she never asked for it or complained about it. Although, sometimes she wish destiny will at least might take a bit easy Selene tried to clear her thoughts and be optimistic, but one disaster after another. Was proven to be difficult. Her belief was bad things came in trios but this was getting far already ridiculous. While entering the waiting room for the interview she could heard the sound of the phone ringing non stop.  A man with white short silver hair was trying to answer while a pair of women were trying their best to ignore the situation.

Selene couldn’t stay inactive, walking directly to the desk, she took the phone from the man and pushed the button.

“Oda Forces Inc. How can I help you?” she answered on her most professional tone.

Scanning the desk she found the a couple of agendas and a notebook. She took the notebook and pen instead and started scribbling. In less than 10 minutes she already took 5 calls and made some appointments. The  man next to her was looking in silence while trying to decipher her writings. Meanwhile, the other women started to look at her in mocking stares.

(Yes I know, I know, I wanna go home) thought Selene giving a small smile.

When the last call ended the man politely address her.

“Little girl thank you for your help but where is your mother?”

Selene took a moment to register the words. Slowly she closed her eyes and counted to 10. Again, she was confused by a minor. In rare occasions, that will warrant a scolding but right now she only wanted to finish the interview and go home.

“I’m sorry I’m 30 years old and my name is Selene Crawford. I’m here for the interview I was called today.” good she managed not to bit his head off.

The man opened his eyes wide and a red shade began to cover his cheeks embarrassed. Trying to make up for the mistake he started to look at the desk which look more like a war zone. Her compulsive nature to get everything organized mixed with the anxiety she was trying to control took the best of her. She intermediately began to organize and get the desk in order. Trying to not to look like a psycho she gave the man a sweet smile and ask.

“Sorry, but it seems that you need help. Do you mind?” and soon she found the waiting list, wrote her name last and kept organizing the desk.

Mitsurani didnt know what to do, he was ashamed to confused her with a little girl. But at the same time her outfit was so out of place. Still, he appreciated her help. In less than 10 minutes the desk was cleaned, organized and everything within reach. The notes she took she passed it to the different agendas and then destroyed the note. The phone started to sound again. Without hesitation Selene began taking notes and making appointments. She was moving naturally like she own the place. Without interrupting, Mitsurani stood up and went to Hideyoshi’s office where the interviews were held.

Nobunaga and Hydeoshi were trying to be professional with the candidate but the woman was dressed more for a cocktail party than for an office job. Her eyes looked anywhere and seemed to take their clothes off. She was really undressing them both and Hydeoshi as well as Nobunaga were at their limit. Since the last receptionist quit the organization at the office was suffering and Mitsurani was not the most organized one.

“Well Miss, thank you for your time we will contact you soon.” Nobunaga’s tone was deep and polite. With an indifference that left no place for a change of mind.

The woman still giving sensual looks took the leave with a wink to Hydeoshi. With a sighs Hydeoshi took a notebook to fan himself while Nobunaga rolled his eyes.

“If this is what the process is going to be I’m going to call the agency. This is a loss of my time.” said Nobunaga already loosing his patience.

Although he enjoyed feminine company, he also knew how to divide business and pleasure. And Right now, getting someone competitive was being almost impossible. Scratching the name on the list he was going to call Mitsurani when he opened the door after a soft knock.

“Nobunaga Sama, Hydeoshi Sama, I think we found our candidate.”

Before he could ask something, a woman in shorts, tennis and tank top with a shirt tied to her waist made her entrance. He could see her hair tied on a pony with a scar crossing her nose, giving her a younger appearance and emerald eyes that were now looking darker than usual. Her whole face seemed relax but her stance make her look uncomfortable, but she managed not to let it know at simple view.

“Excuse, Mr. Oda, you have a call on line 2. And there is a business dinner canceled by Mrs. Kimeko. She will call back to re schedule. Also, Miss York called and quote “ You are bastard I hope you rot in hell fucking asshole.” End quote. I organized the archives on the office now they are by order I left the list and where they are so you wont have trouble finding them. Mr. Akechi also called but he said he will be here in a couple of minutes so no message left. Mr. Date indicated that he will bring food by 3 pm. And last Mister Takeda came but since you were busy left and took all the candidates on the waiting room with him…” - the woman took a short silence before continue.- “ So…Im the only one left for the interview.”

Once Selene finished the sentence then an uncomfortable silence, took place.

The phone started to sound again and Selene went back to answered it. It took some seconds to the men shake their heads and going to see what the hell was really going on.