#check out parts 1 and 2 for more colours with this tag ->

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Colours in My Stand In. 3/3: Blue/green and pink

As I wrote in part 1/3, I think Joe is earth-toned - green, blue, and brown - and Ming is heat and fire - yellow/gold, pink, red.

The blue/green is Joe's loyalty to Ming and the people around him. Pink is Ming's passion and the damage that passion can cause (which can deepen into the dangerous red).

Joe is honest, humble, sincere, and loyal.

He's loyal to those around him.

And because he has a good heart, people around him are also loyal to him.

But this loyalty drives Sol and Ming to fight over Joe...twice.

For Joe, we know his preference is Ming, despite the danger.

But Ming just wants to love and be loved.

And Joe just wants to love Ming, despite the pain it causes.

But we're shown that conflict was coming for them, even as their colours got deeper as their relationship developed.

Joe gives Ming the blue watch in the pink box for Christmas whilst Ming wears both colours in his sweater.

But Ming's drunken ramble ruins what they had and no amount of blue, green, or pink could stop Joe from agreeing to replace Tong to spite Ming.

After Ming ruined things for Joe, even Wut turned against Joe although his wife tried to calm him down.

They could have been happy, in their green and yellow home with their pink and green bowls.

But Sol's return from Korea was always going to cause trouble.

Just as his presence became a danger for Joe 2.0.

When Joe and Ming meet again, their colours are trying to remind them of who they are.

And when they go away, Joe packs them both blue clothes.

After Ming's behaviour in the hotel, when Tharn was tasked by Tong to keep Joe away from Ming, it seems Ming's about to apologise - with the peace dove over Joe's heart...but he's going to have to work harder than than to win Joe back.

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Tending the Garden

Living by yourself on your little homestead gets lonely after your father's passing. And so, when you find a handsome wounded stranger alone and left for dead in the dust, you take pity on him. Oh, he'll leave again someday, you know that. Which would be fine—if only he wasn't so damned sweet.

tags: Javier Escuella/reader, pining, falling in love

part 1 | part 2

Christ, not again. 

“You better not be dead,” you tell the man lying crumpled in the dirt.

He doesn't stir. With a sigh you put your shotgun on your back and crouch down. 

Scrawny, filthy, and bloody. “What a sight you are,” you mumble, checking for a pulse. It's there, however faint. When you turn the man over you see a young, handsome face; black, half-long hair, a nose that's definitely been busted at least once, and a faint scar across his left eyebrow. He's wearing a tattered poncho, its colours old and faded.  

You sling his arm over your shoulder and whistle for Copper, who obediently trots closer. As an afterthought you grab the man's sombrero and push it onto his head more securely. 

“Alright, girl,” you soothe your horse while hoisting the man over her rear. “Let's get home.” 

You were heading that way, anyway, your little hunting trip yielding two fat rabbits in the traps you'd laid out some days ago. You're not used to catching less, not yet; it’s only been a few weeks since your father passed. 

Maybe that's what moves you to take the stranger with you—the strange bouts of loneliness that have plagued you ever since the funeral.  

Fortunately the stranger isn't seriously injured save for the angry, fresh wound around his neck and some cuts and bruises. You wrap him up in poultice and bandages and put him in your father’s bed; the rest is up to him. 

As for yourself, you set to skinning the rabbits and preparing the meat, curing it and hanging it out to dry to add to your stock of provisions in the cellar. Part of it you set aside to prepare for a late dinner, humming as your knife makes quick work of your home-grown vegetables. 

It's a quiet life out here, in the middle of the grassy hills and patches of dense forest. Redwood's less than an hour away by horse, and you go there on occasion to sell your pelts and buy the few supplies you can't fashion yourself at the little homestead you've lived in all your life.

That said... since your old man died you have to admit you're struggling a little managing it all by yourself. 

When you set aside the now finished stew on the old, wooden table you can see the barn from the window across you, and it's not in a good state. You've been meaning to get around to the repairs, just—after the funeral... it's been hard. 

You eat slowly. The crackle of the fireplace, the clink of your spoon against your plate, and the familiar creaks of the house withstanding the blustery winds of spring are your only companions. Your potatoes are doing nicely; so are your carrots and onions. Might be time to get started on those tomatoes soon... Maybe squash this year, too. 

You're pulled out of your musings when the door to your father's bedroom creaks open and two guarded, dark eyes meet yours. 

You reach for the shotgun lying next to your plate. The man's eyes widen and he takes a hesitant step back. “’S alright, stranger,” you say. “Just makin’ sure you don't repay my kindness by tryna slit my throat. How you feelin'?” 

Your tone is gentle, yet the man hovers near the doorframe, clearly unsure of how to proceed. He's undeniably of Mexican heritage; maybe he doesn't speak English too well? You offer a smile, patting the chair next to you. “You hungry? Food?” 

His eyes light up at that and he nods.  

“Alright. Take a seat and I'll get you a plate.” You stand up, strapping your shotgun over your back. Just in case. Don't you trust no one, girl, your father always told you. It's what's kept you alive until now and you're intending to keep it that way. 

The man shuffles forward and slowly takes a seat on the hard wooden chair. As soon as you put a plate down he inhales the food in front of him with such gusto it draws a surprised laugh out of you. “'S that why you were lyin’ in the dirt out cold?” You shake your head. “Poor bastard. Well, eat your fill.” 

You hand him water as well as whiskey, both of which he accepts graciously. Once he's polished his first helping and starts on the second, you ask him his name. He looks up, cheeks near bursting, and your lips quirk up. You gesture to yourself, introduce yourself, and then, with an encouraging raise of your eyebrows, nod to him. 

“My name, Javier,” he says with his mouth full, pointing to his chest.  

“Nice t’meet you, Javier.” You touch your own neck and pat your abdomen in the spot where Javier got an especially nasty cut. “How's that feelin’?” 

He understands, mirroring you by touching his bandaged neck. “Thank you,” he says earnestly, his accent curled thickly around his words. Not exactly what you meant, but you'll take that to mean it's bearable. 

You let him be, then, content to watch him eat until he's satisfied. When he's done your eyes linger on his dirt-stained fingers. Actually, forget his fingers—he's covered in grime from tip to toe.

“You wanna wash up? There's a water pump just outside.” When he looks at you uncomprehending you get up, scraping your chair back over the hard wooden floor, and gesture with your hand. “Come. Outside. What's it called—? Agua.” 

That seems to land. He follows you, and once you work the pump to fill a wooden pail you leave him to it with a nod. After heading back inside you rummage around in your late father's meagre belongings and pull out a shirt and some jeans that will surely be too big on Javier. Well, at least they'll be clean. 

“Javier!” you call out before rounding the back. “You decent? Got you some clothes.” 

His voice carries back to you in some kind of affirmation and you step around the corner of the house. You're not quite prepared to see him shirtless, however, and for a moment your eyes linger on the expanse of his back narrowing into slender hips. You tear your gaze away from him the moment he turns, thrusting the clothes into his waiting still-wet hands. “Here.” 

“Gracias,” he says, his lips curling in an appreciative smile. It strikes you then just how handsome he looks with his hair dripping wet and little rivulets streaming down the hollow of his neck. His dark eyes regard you with a curious intensity in the beat that passes before you excuse yourself and head back inside. 

Javier returns looking much cleaner, sleeves rolled up around his forearms and jeans tucked neatly into his scuffed boots. He allows you to take his dirty clothes from him and you set them aside for tomorrow's washing. Then you gesture him to sit down, checking to make sure his bandages haven't gotten wet or displaced; but it looks like he was careful, and you don't need to redo any of your work. 

“Rest,” you tell him before moving back to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. When he shakes his head and follows you to the sink you raise an eyebrow. 

“Quiero agradecerte por salvarme. I help you,” he says, gesturing. You snort, pushing his hands away. 

“Ain't nothin’ for you to do ‘side from sit pretty ‘nd heal up.” His brow furrows at that, and you smile, nodding to the kitchen table. “Why don't you sit and tell me what happened to you? Y’looked a fright when I found you.” 

When he remains quiet you look back over your shoulder and see a shadow has fallen over his face, his shoulders tense and drawn up. You hum in understanding, drying your hands on a towel before leaning your hips back against the counter. “Where you headed next, then?” you ask gently. “You got someplace to go?” 

He shakes his head, eyes downcast on his hands folded across his lap. 

“Well. I could use a hand with the barn,” you muse. “Reckon I can let you stay a while if you help me out ‘round here.” 

He looks up that, brows upturned in a hesitant, hopeful expression. “Stay?” he repeats. 

“Sure,” you smile. “You help me, and you stay.” 

—

With some rest and care Javier makes a quick recovery, and after a while of having three hot meals a day his strength returns. His scrawny figure fills into lean, wiry muscle, following your every request with an eagerness to please that never fails to makes you smile. 

He helps fix the barn with you, and when that's done he moves onto a leaky part on the roof. He helps plant you tomatoes by day, and during the evenings you help him practice his English. You ask him to teach you Spanish in return. There are several times you both end up laughing by what essentially turns into a strange game of charades. 

“Ah, cómo describirlo... You sit on a horse.” 

“Ridin'?” you offer. 

“No, no... The chair on the horse...” 

You bite your lip to keep yourself from chuckling. “The saddle?” 

“Sí!” a smile breaks through on his face, pleased you've understood. And so on. You talk about anything that comes up; the chores you do, the vegetables you plant, the animals you catch. You lend him the few books you have, once having belonged to your mother, and read to him while explaining the words best you can.  

Javier doesn't talk about his past nor what he's running from, but that's fine. As long as he doesn't lead trouble to your doorstep a man has a right to his secrets. And though he clearly has moments where he struggles with a heavy sadness weighing upon his shoulders, Javier slowly becomes livelier. 

Sweet spring air with its budding green things lifts your own mood, too. Weeks roll into months, and both of you settle into your comfortable new normal; for as long as it'll last. You don't know what Javier has in mind for his future, but you're assuming he'll probably want to move on from here at some point. It's what makes you force yourself to look away from the way he pulls his ever-growing hair back into a ponytail, forearms flexing when he ties it secure. 

It's also to this end that you share your earnings from what you sell in town, insisting he has a right to it; it was a team effort, after all, wasn't it? It's a joy to see him look down at the money he's earned with his own hands, awe and gratitude lining his face. 

Javier's not the best at hunting or tracking, but he takes to fishing, and you're happy your father's fishing kit will get to see some use rather than collect dust in a corner. He's skilled with a knife too, and your usual workload of skinning and cutting is easily halved. 

“You know, I been thinkin',” you tell him one evening, seated across each other like usual on your couch. “’Bout getting some chickens. Lotsa fresh eggs every day. We'd have little chicks runnin’ ‘round, too. What you think?” 

Javier nods. “We have to build a chicken house.” 

“That's right, a chicken coop. You up for it?” 

“Claro. Tell me when we start.” 

It feels natural, to have these kind of idle conversations with him. To plan, to dream a little. With the rising temperatures Javier often works in the garden shirtless, his hat shielding his face from the sun. You're not sure if it's a blessing or a curse. Several times you feel the desire to reach out and smooth your hands over his skin, to taste the sweat a day's work has collected in the nape of his neck. 

One time Javier catches you, and you're not sure he believes the half-coherent excuse you give him. Good Lord, you need to get yourself together. 

There other moments where you swear lightning takes a hold of you. When you climb down the ladder from fixing the roof his hands steady your hips. When you pore over the English books he painstakingly works his way through he's so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. When you harvest the vegetables in your garden his fingers brush against yours.

Has it been that long since you've been touched? 

It gets to the point you saddle up Copper to go into Redwood just to be away from him and the homestead for a day. You go out to town every few months to stock up on a larger amount of goods and supplies; you're on friendly terms with the general store's assistant, Jimmy, and he's always happy to drive you back with a wagon full of things to last you a good while. 

Copper nuzzles your hand affectionately and you stroke her neck, slipping her an apple. Javier spots you and jogs over, smile bright. “Are you leaving?” 

He's wearing a blouse today, the first couple buttons undone. His collarbones dip so beautifully along his shoulders, and when he wipes the sweat off his forehead the fabric stretches around his muscles. You swallow, mouth feeling dry.  

This is the whole reason you have to head out. Clear your head. Talk to some other people that don't have glittering dark eyes and crooked smiles and stupidly attractive laughs. 

You focus on strapping on Copper's saddle while you answer Javier. “Yep. Time to stock up on some things. I'll be gone for the day, so watch the house for me, won't you?”  

“Of course,” Javier nods. “For the chicken house? Ah, coop?” 

“That's right,” you smile. “I'm gettin' us the materials and some chicks to start out with. A rooster, too. So no more sleepin’ in late,” you add with a little grin. 

Javier groans, but it's in good humour. “Monta con seguridad. Ride safe.” 

“Always do.” 

It's wonderful to feel the breeze on your skin as you ride, and once you reach town you find it was the right call. There's plenty to distract you, though Javier never quite leaves the forefront of your mind. When you get to the general store and greet Jimmy, who gets the catalogue ready for you to place your order, you can't help but add a few clothing items you think Javier might be in need of. You've noticed he enjoys taking care he looks nice, fussing with his hair and polishing his boots, and while your late father's clothes are sturdy and durable they don't possess a lick of fashionable flair. 

A bandana, a vest, leather boots with finely stitched patterns, several blouses... You hardly notice how much attention you're pouring into it when Jimmy chuckles and nods to the pages you're so intently poring over. “Never thought that was quite your style, sugar.” 

Your cheeks grow warm. “Oh—No, that ain't it. I've... Well. I got a wanderin’ stranger on my hands, and I feel obliged to him. Helped me out a lot, now that my Pa is gone and all...” 

Jimmy's surprise melts into understanding. “’Course. You look like you're doin’ a lot better though—just be careful of strangers.” 

“Don't worry. Ain't no one gonna get the jump on me.” 

You pick out the rest of your items, and once you're satisfied you have all you'll need Jimmy tells you he'll start loading up the wagon for you. “I'll take a bit, sugar, so feel free to come on back in a while.” 

You take the opportunity to sell your furs and take a stroll around Redwood, noting the subtle changes that present themselves after not having visited for a while. The saloon has a fresh coat of paint; there’s a new butcher in town. Stores have swapped out their previous goods for things more currently in style.

Behind one of the storefronts’ windows a fine, dark bowler hat catches your fancy, and you imagine Javier wearing it along with his crooked little grin. You exit the store only minutes later, feeling foolish and yet helpless when you imagine his delight at your gift. 

After killing some time in the local saloon you find your way back to the general store, pleased to see Jimmy's loading up the last couple items. He helps you onto the front bench of the wagon, and then you're rattling off. Copper obediently follows behind. 

“Saw you got some chicks 'n a rooster, miss. Think they'll do real well for ya...” 

Jimmy's small talk is pleasant, and you're almost surprised at how quickly your little homestead comes into view again. It never fails to make you feel comforted, to see the squat little buildings and the garden nestled among the hills. 

Jimmy insists on helping you off the wagon again; “You're a lady, I gotta treat you well,” and you allow him with a bemused smile. Only when your feet touch the grass again do you spot Javier from the corner of your eye, holding your shotgun and wearing a much darker expression than you're accustomed to seeing on him. 

He slowly steps closer, dark eyes boring into Jimmy's hand still holding onto yours. 

“Javier!” you call out with a smile. “It's alright, put that gun away, now. This is Jimmy; the feller I told you about.” You turn back to Jimmy, thanking him again for taking the trouble with the deliveries. 

Javier's frown doesn't disappear, however, not even when you gently touch his elbow, asking him to take Copper to the barn while you unload. Jimmy hangs back nervously, eyes darting between you and Javier. He helps you unload quickly, and when you ask if he'd like to stay for dinner he shakes his head.  

“I'd best be goin', miss. You take care now,” and with a tip to his hat the wagon rattles off again. You watch him leave, then turn around to raise an eyebrow at Javier. 

“Ain't like you to be so unfriendly.” 

Javier looks away, an unhappy frown tugging at his lips. “This man is touching you too much.” 

You blink. “Jimmy? Oh, he's harmless. Known him for years; he's always been a good kid.” When Javier's frown remains you chuckle, gesturing for him to follow you. “Alright, alright. Come on, let's go inside. I got somethin’ for you.” 

That piques his interest. “What is it?” 

“Un sombrero,” you grin, then think for a second. “...Algo así.” Ain't really a sombrero, exactly... 

“Algo así?” Javier's lips curl upward. “Me estás dando curiosidad.” 

“Just wait till you see it.” The cool interior of the house feels wonderful after riding in the sun and you exhale, removing your hat and running your fingers through your hair in relief. 

Javier obediently lets you direct him to sit on the couch while you sort through the boxes. When he’s presented with the clothes you picked for him you can hardly take your eyes off of him: Javier's whole face is aglow with delight. 

“I might have to make some adjustments to make ‘em fit you well,” you tell him when he holds up his new blouses to his chest. 

“Estos son maravillosos!” Javier beams. He's especially taken with the boots, his fingers tracing the delicate stitching. He looks up at you, eyes softening. His smile is a beautiful thing. “Muchas gracias, señorita.” 

That damn fluttery feeling in your chest... “Now close your eyes, mister. Got one last thing to complete the picture.”  

You're made to eat those words. When Javier obediently closes his eyes it's so tempting to reach out and put a hand to his cheek, to touch a thumb to his lips... It takes real effort to tear yourself away from these thoughts and instead open the hat box, unwrapping the bowler hat from its crinkling, protective paper, and to put it on Javier's head. His hair tickles the back of your hand as you do, and maybe you're imaging it, but you swear there's a little hitch in his breath when your fingertips graze his temple. 

He looks every bit as dashing as you'd pictured. “Well, well,” your smile seeps into your voice. “Ain't you a fine-lookin' gentleman. Here's a mirror—open your eyes, señor Javier.” 

He does, eyes widening in surprise and then crinkling in happy delight as he sees the hat adorning his head. He turns this way and that, admiring the fine make and material in the small mirror you're holding up in front of him. 

“Tell me if it don't please you, and 's no hard feelings,” you reassure him, but that statement is met with such an indignant expression you laugh. Javier gets up from his chair, taking your free hand in his. His mouth curves into a sweet smile, and the fact that it's aimed at you warms your cheeks far too much. 

“Cariño,” Javier murmurs, his tone one so gentle as you've not heard before. “¿Para qué es todo esto? ¿Para consentirme?” 

You scrunch your nose, brows knitting together. “Them's too many words I don't know...” 

To your surprise Javier lifts your hand to brush his lips over your knuckles. “You are very good to me.” 

You let out a soft little “oh,” and when Javier's gaze on you lingers you fluster, pulling your hand from him and turning away, pretending to be busy with the few supplies still strewn across the kitchen table. “Well, I—I just couldn't bear seein’ you wear your clothes to rags ‘s all.” 

All you hear in response is a little chuckle, but it makes you feel entirely too pleased. 

—

“Do you go—often? In town?” Javier asks you over dinner. Mashed potatoes, summer salad, smoked rabbit. It's a lovely spread, garnished with the flavours of your little herb garden. 

“Not often, no. Why? You miss Jimmy already?” you tease. 

Javier wrinkles his nose in distaste, and you laugh. “I do not miss Jimmy.” 

“Well, maybe you'll warm up to him. Most folk in town ain't too bad, really.” 

“¿Te gusta él—Jimmy?” Javier's tone is casual, almost disinterested. But when you look at him he's awaiting your answer with the watchful eye of a hawk.

“Él es un amigo,” you reply easily. “A friend. My Pa was fond of ‘im too.” 

Javier does a little “hm”, then goes back to poking at his food. You nudge his foot with your own, forcing him to look back at you. 

“What's the matter? You were so happy earlier.” 

“I am happy,” Javier rushes to reassure you. His hand reaches out to touch yours, and when you turn your palm up instinctively to catch his fingers he finally smiles. “Nothing is wrong.” 

After dinner and cleaning up you sit outside, side by side. The air is finally starting to cool. Cricket song hums in the air, the dying light of the sun smattering its final red hues on the evening sky. You share a bottle of whiskey between the two of you, exchanging small talk about the garden. 

When the conversation trails off you watch Javier, his expression serious and thoughtful, gaze resting on the horizon. Not for the first time it fills you with a strange, sad sort of feeling. He'll leave you here someday, and that day is bound to come sooner rather than later. 

“Say,” you speak up. “We should get you a horse.” 

It's almost like you want him to leave. Might be better if he did, actually. You're not in too deep, not yet—or so you tell yourself. You can still let him go. 

“A horse?” Javier looks at you, smiling with intrigue. 

You shrug, trying to appear casual. “Yeah. We could go out ridin’ together if you like.” 

“I would like that.” 

And so plans are made for a visit to a ranch just outside of Redwood. You weren't expecting to be returning that way so soon, but oh well. Not like it'll kill you. 

...Actually, no, it might kill you. Javier's strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep steady when you mount Copper are going to be the death of you. He's already seated just behind the saddle, and the way he instinctively reaches out to help you up doesn't help the stutter of your heartbeat in the slightest. 

A puff of his breath tickles your neck, and you're suddenly very glad he can't see your face. Lord forgive you, but his hands... 

“Ready?” you ask, your voice coming out slightly higher pitched than usual. And when Javier murmurs “Ready,” close to your ear you have a hard time suppressing a shiver. 

Thank God for Copper's easy and dependable nature, because even when you're more distracted than usual by your very attractive cargo your journey goes smoothly. Javier's dressed himself up in his fine new clothes, including his new bowler hat, and he polished his boots till they were shining. 

When you arrive at the ranch he slips off Copper first so he can take your hand as you dismount. “Gracias, señor,” you smile, and he grins. 

Your playful smiles slip when you see the way the ranch hand that's coming to meet you is eyeing Javier. In response Javier ducks his head, letting his hat cover his face in shadow and keeping his eyes to the ground. His tension is a palpable thing. You give the ranch hand a curt greeting, not missing the way his eyes flick between the two of you with wary apprehension. 

“We'd like to take a look at your horses,” you say. Best to move the conversation along quickly, now. “Nothing fancy, for ridin’ 'nd workin’.” 

The ranch hand eyes Javier. “For this greaser?” 

Javier looks up at him for a second, brief surprise followed by muted anger. Christ. Of course he'd know that word without you having to teach him.  

“For my friend. You mind your mouth, boy,” you tell the ranch hand in a clipped tone. The man gives you an odd look. You don't care. 

“Alright then... Follow me,” he says, and though he makes no additional comments about Javier, the way the ranch hand glances back at him says enough. 

“We'll be fine from here,” you're all too happy to dismiss him when he's led you to the available horses. Then, turning to Javier in a much gentler tone. “Alright, darlin'. You take a look and see if there's any you like.” 

The endearment slips out so naturally you surprise yourself. If Javier notices he doesn't say anything; he just nods, focusing his attention on the horses. Poor man. Running from God knows what and then shunned because of his heritage. 

You join Javier, watching him walk past the horses with a concentrated little frown furrowing his brow. When he stops in front of a grey-and-white American Paint he finally smiles a little, stroking the stallion's neck. He catches your gaze, and you nod encouragingly. 

“Fine breed. Learns quickly. Just like you—but a lot more obedient,” you smile, eyes soft so he knows you're teasing. Javier turns his head to you slightly, the tension momentarily lifting from his shoulders. A little grin curls around his lips, crooking it in that way that lately never fails to make your heart skip a beat.

“Then I will take him.” 

He pays for the horse himself, looking proud that he's able to. He shushes and pats the horse gently, telling that its name is Boaz, now, and if he'll be a good horse for Javier he'll get some treats when they get home. 

Javier looks so genuinely happy with himself as he rides Boaz you can't bring yourself to mourn the loss of his arms around your waist. This is good; this is a good thing. He has clothes, money, a horse. Everything he needs to get on with his life and leave you behind as a brief but kind memory. 

The two of you ride slowly, letting Boaz adjust to his new owner and to you and Copper. You don't talk much on the way home, letting Javier fill the silence with excited chatter about Boaz. The barn will just be perfect for him, plenty of space, and Javier is sure Copper will be happy to have a friend, too, and maybe once Boaz gets used to Javier he can race you, you know, friendly competition, but if he wins then maybe you could make that apple pie again? 

“Claro,” you smile, feeling both wistful and endeared with Javier's boyish grin. The way his eyes light up at the promise of your cooking. “...I'm sorry ‘bout what happened earlier,” you add in a much more serious tone. “And I'm sorry if I should've left it to you. Ain't like I think you can't stand up for yourself.” 

Javier shakes his head. “It is not a new thing,” he tells you. “Thank you.” 

You wave your hand. “My pa always used to say people's people. Don’t matter what they look like—we all get hungry 'n thirsty 'n tired.” 

Javier hums, seemingly pulled into deeper thought by your words, and the rest of the way home you ride in silence. You're not sure what's on his mind save for that he seems vaguely troubled, his mind miles away. Must be about his past. 

You let him be when you get back, wanting him to have the space without someone prodding at him. He spends a lot of time with Boaz the rest of the day and you busy yourself with your own chores. But you eat together outside in the warm summer evening, as always, even if Javier's still caught in his pensive mood. You don't mind the silence anyhow. You look over the grass waving in the wind, the soft sounds of chickens drifting from their coop. Your eye rests on your garden with a mix of contentment and pride, and absentmindedly you let yourself be pulled into musings of what to plant next and where. Peas do well this time of year. 

You startle when Javier starts to speak. “I came to America because I killed a man in Mexico.” You turn to him as he talks. His eyes are set on the horizon, softening orange and reds announcing the end of another day. “Powerful man. If I stayed everyone I loved would die. I was afraid when I got here—I had nothing except fear. I was starving. Weak. ...Alone.” 

Javier looks at you, finally. His dark eyes are pained, grave. So that's what happened to him before you found him. You'd wondered, of course. The scar around his neck that he hides with his bandana. His wariness, his guarded gaze when he meets someone new.  

So he killed a man. You wonder if you should be frightened of him—beautiful Javier with his sometimes sad eyes, who calls your chickens ‘ladies’ and who hums while he brushes Copper for you; who burns his fingers and his tongue because he's too impatient to wait for your pies to cool, and who fusses over the wrinkles in his blouses. 

You can't bring yourself to be. 

“I thought I'd die crossing the desert. I thought I'd be killed here—instead I was simply starving because nobody cared.” He puts his plate beside him, the spoon clattering against the ceramic with a soft clink. Reaches for your hand, hesitant, slow. “You cared.” 

Without thinking about it you turn your palm upwards to take his hand, and his fingers hold onto you tighter when you do. Compassion and sympathy pinch your brow. “Then I'm glad I found you when I did.” 

“You saved my life,” Javier replies. His tone is so soft, and it squeezes your heart. Oh, the soft feelings pooling in your chest—you can't, you shouldn't. You attempt a smile, trying to force levity into your voice. 

“And you paid me back ten times over with all the work you done ‘round here.” You hesitate. Try to burn the feeling of the weight of his hand in yours into your memory. “...You're free to go where you like now.” 

The way he smiles at you then makes you wonder if he understood what you meant, but somehow you just can't bring yourself to ask. 

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more unexpected role plss! more Ollie and other drivers (pls add dino beganovic loll)

Thank you so much for this request!!! I love the interactions between Lily and the drivers.

An unexpected role (pt.9) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well. Warning: angst at the end but mostly fluff as usual.

Check the series! part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

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ynusername happy birthday Lily! I can't believe you're already three years old my sweet girl 🥺🥺 it seems like it was yesterday that you came into my life 💗💗 thank you for giving me the opportunity to be your mommy 🤍 your daddy and I will love you till the end of time!

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lilymhe happy birthday to the little flower of the paddock 🌸🌸

itslolasss Happy birthday to my cute niece 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

olliebearman oww, my little sister princess it's going to have a blasttt!🥳

ynusername don't doubt that son who is not my son!

arthur_leclerc LFGGGGGG PARTY ALL NIGHT

charles_leclerc arthur shut up my baby is only three 😭

user15 happy birthday little lily!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc happy birthday to my little butterfly! 🦋 oh my girl, you don't know how much I love and adore you, you and your mommy have made me the happiest of all 🤍 I know that even though I wasn't there from the beginning, rest assured that dada will always love you and protect you from all the bad things out there 💕💕

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scuderiaferrari happy birthday lily ❤️❤️🥳

charlesupdates16 oh god, happy birthday little lily, we love you ❤️❤️

leclerc_pascale joyeux anniversaire à ma jolie petite princesse 💗💗 (happy birthday to my pretty little princess)

charles_leclerc merci maman 🤍🤍 (thank you mom)

oscarpiastri happy birthday to my little sister who is not my little sister 🩷🩷✨

ynusername thank you aussie son who is not my son 🤍

charles_leclerc oh god 😂 thank you son ❤️❤️🥳

ynusername oh, hubby, thank you for always being there for us 🥺 you don't know how much we love you and appreciate you so much

charles_leclerc thank you for giving me a family, wifey 🩷🩷

arthur_leclerc WTF DO YOU MEAN BY WIFEY?!#!

ynusername lol arthur_leclerc

It's the most anticipated day for you and Charles... Lily is turning three, since yesterday you've been a little (quite) emotional about it and it's because you feel immense happiness to have Lily in your life. And even though Charles hasn't been with you from the beginning, you know he feels that way too, because he's been an exceptional dad to Lily and you really appreciate that, you never tire of telling him that.

The night before you and Charles' carefully decorated Lily's room with colourful balloons and a few gifts, you know how much she likes it.

Already in the morning you and Charles carefully enter Lily's room, you gently move Lily. “Good morning my little baby! Happy birthday princess!” you say softly.

Lily yawned and rubs her eyes. “Mamaa!”

You lean in and give Lily a big hug and kiss. “Can you believe it? You're three years old today! That's so grown-up!”

Charles walks over to Lily and hugs her and spins her around, making her laugh out loud.

“Happy birthday to my little superstar! Look at all these beautiful and colourful balloons for you!” he smiles widely.

Lily gasped excitedly. “Balloons! Thank you, Dada!” she says while hugging him.

You bring out a wrapped present for Lily.

“Here's a special gift just for you, Lily. Can you guess what it is?” Lily shakes her head. “Why don't you check it out for yourself honey?” you say.

Lily approaches the gift and tears off the wrapping paper, she squeals with delight. “It's a princess doll! Just like on TV! Thank you mama! Thank you dada!” she hugs you two.

Charles ruffles Lily's hair. “Let's head downstairs for a breakfast fit for a birthday princess!”

You, Lily, and Charles head to the kitchen, where a table is set with pancakes, fruit, and a special birthday cake, Lily smiles in surprise.

“Pancakes! I love cakes!” Lily giggled, you smiled at Charles.

You chuckled. “Well, the birthday pancakes were daddy's idea.”

She smiled. “Daddy! Pancakes!”

Charles blushed. “Only the best breakfast for a little birthday princess!”

You all sit down and enjoy breakfast together, laughing and talking about Lily's birthday. The truth is you hope that this day is quite calm and pleasant for your family, it has been a long time since you felt like this, especially on Lily's birthdays.

***

You and Charles are a little busy decorating the living room and looking for snacks and drinks in the kitchen for Lily's party when you hear a knock at the door.

“Charles my love, can you get that?” you asked him.

“Sure thing darling.” he smiles.

Charles opens the door and smiles at the visitors. One good thing about always taking Lily, almost always, to the paddock is that she makes good friends with the drivers.

“Hello there boys! It's so good to see you.” he smiled at the drivers. “Chérie, tell me we have alcoholic drinks for the boys.” he shouts towards the kitchen where you are. (honey)

You shake your head. “Yes, there are, but I don't want drunk drivers in my house Leclerc. It's a kid's party!” you say. “Anyway, come in boys!”

Oscar, Ollie, and Dino step inside, each carrying a gift for Lily.

Oscar smiles. “Hi guys, where's Lily? We brought her a little something!” he says while holding a small bag with smiling suns.

Ollie nods. “Yeah, we hope she likes our gifts!”

“She'll love it!” says Dino.

Lily comes running out of the hall, her eyes wide with excitement, she giggles while looking at the boys.

“Osc Osc!” she babbled while running towards Oscar. “Dinosaur!” she said referring to Dino.

“Hello there little lily!” says Dino smiling at her, she giggled.

The boys give her gifts, including a princess castle, coloring books and crayons, and a toy race car Lily starts playing with the car, giggling and laughing.

You smile at the scene. “Boys, thank you so much for coming. It means a lot to Lily!”

Ollie smiles. “It's our pleasure y/n. We love spending time with her!” he says while Oscar and Dino nod in agreement.

“Why don't you guys sit down and have a drink? We're just about ready for the party.” says Charles smiling.

The drivers thank Charles and make themselves comfortable on the couch.

Lily runs over to you. “Mommy, can we play with my new car? And my princesses!” she asks.

You caress her hair. “Of course, sweetie. Let's go play in the garden!”

You and Lily go outside to play, leaving Charles and the drivers to chat.

Later, the party starts, with friends and family gathered around to celebrate Lily's birthday. The drivers join in the fun, playing games, eating cake, and making Lily feel special.

The party is in full swing when you hear a car pull up outside, Charles goes to answer the door and returns with a big smile on his face.

“Mom! Arthur! Lorenzo! Come in guys!”

Pascale, Arthur, and Lorenzo enter the house, each carrying a gift for Lily.

“Happy birthday, my darling granddaughter! You're growing up so fast!” says Pascale hugging Lily.

Arthur crouches down to be level with Lily. “Here's a present for you, Lily. I hope you like it.”

Lorenzo smiles. “My gift will be her favorite!”

“Shut up Lolo!” says Arthur.

Lily giggled as her eyes light up as she unwraps the gifts.

“Yay! Thank you, Thur, Lolo and grandma!” Lily says running towards them to hug them, you smile seeing her so happy and fulfilled.

Pascale and the boys join in the festivities, playing games with Lily and chatting with the other guests. Charles puts an arm around his mother's shoulders.

“I'm so glad you could all make it.” says Charles hugging his mother.

“We wouldn't miss it for the world dear. Lily's a very special girl.”

Suddenly you hear a joyful scream.

“Arthur! Oh my god, you're here mate!” it was Dino screaming when he saw Arthur.

Arthur laughed and smiled. “Dino! Oh god, I missed you buddy!” he said and then he run towards Dino... Obviously without nearly tripping over the coffee table.

“Arthur!” said Pascale scolding him.

He blushed. “Sorry maman.” he said softly.

Arthur and Dino hugged each other while Ollie and Oscar recorded the moment... Which will probably end up on Instagram as a meme.

As the day goes on, the party continues to be a joyful celebration of Lily's birthday. The family and friends enjoy each other's company, create lasting memories, and make Lily feel loved and appreciated.

***

The party is winding down and Lily is starting to get tired, she yawns while she makes her little hands for you to carry her.

“Mama, i feel 'eepy.” she says softly while holding Mimi.

You smile. “It's okay my love, let's go up, okay? Tomorrow we can continue playing more with daddy, alright?” Lily yawns and nods, agreeing to go to sleep.

As you're putting Lily to bed, you hear a loud knock at the door.

Charles shouts from below. “I'll get it, amour.” (love)

Charles opens the door, and your parents stand there, their faces filled with anger and surprise, they didn't expect to see Charles at your house, much less did he expect to see his in-laws for the first time.

“Where's my daughter? Where's my granddaughter?” your mother says, somewhat upset.

“You think you can just hide from us? Little wretch.” your father says trying to push the door, but Charles stops him.

Your parents try to barge past Charles, but he stands his ground. You are still in Lily's room reading her a nursery story, while trying to disperse the sound of the argument that is happening downstairs.

“Not so fast, sir, ma'am. This is my home and that of my wife and our daughter! You have no right to come in here and demand anything at all.” says Charles in a loud voice.

Your mother pretends to be offended. “How dare you? They are my daughter and my granddaughter!”

“We are their family, not you.” your father says furiously.

“I have been more than a father to Lily and a partner to y/n than you ever could be. I've loved them, cared for them, and raised Lily with her amazing mother... Mother whom you abandoned when she was pregnant with Lily, or did you forget that detail, huh?” Charles sighs, a little stressed. “Also, showing up at your granddaughter's third birthday party just to "meet" her doesn't seem like the best scenario to me.” Charles says and it seems he hit the nail on the head, because your parents are furious.

Your parents' faces turn red with anger.

“We had our reasons for kicking y/n out of the house.” your mother says. “We... We didn't know it was Lily's birthday.” she whispered.

“It wasn't our fault.” your father mentioned.

Charles grimaces. “It doesn't matter, get out of here!”

Your parents continue to argue and demand to see you and Lily, but Charles remains firm.

“I won't let you hurt my family.” Charles' muttered.

Eventually, your parents realize they won't be able to force their way in and leave, muttering threats as they go.

Charles let out a long sigh and you come downstairs, relieved that the confrontation is over.

You hugged him. ”Thank you, Charles. You were amazing with them.”

He smiled. “Anything for my family love, anything.” he made a pause. “Although... I don't think I made a good first impression with them.” you giggled softly.

“Don't worry about them hubby. We have us three and I think that's totally enough.” you caressed his face.

You two giggled and share a comforting hug, grateful for the protection he's provided for you and Lily. Like you said, you have each others back and that's enough for your little family. At the end of the day, you have the love of your friends and Charles' family and that is more than enough.

[kaeyeahsworld]

A real pussy pleaser. Part 2

Synopsis:

“What the fuck Toji?”

“Who said you could cum tonight doll?” Toji replied, his gaze intoxicating in the mirror

Tags: toji fushiguro x female reader, smut, dirty talk, masturbation, body worship, mirror sex, suit kink, orgasm edging and denial, toji has a big dick lol, pet names (mama, baby, doll)

Read part 1 for context lol

18+

Cross posted on Ao3

MDNI and do not interact if uncomfortable

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You should have waited. Temptation was the devil's sweetest form and now here you were in Toji’s lap, wet little cunt on the display in the mirror and being feasted on by his heated gaze, pupils utterly blown out  “Toji..please I will do anything, just let me cum, baby..-”  “Nah mama, I want to play with you tonight” he said revelling in your hot scent, a mixture of perfume and sex. 

Gently nipping along the side of your neck, Toji fell in love with you all over again. You were his reason, his purpose and his sun and moon. Even the week he was away, if he wasn't focused on his work, you were all he could think about. Your sweet little texts always checking upon him, cute selfies that you would randomly send while grocery shopping and your corny little pickup lines and banters that had him smiling at his phone even mid-meetings. You were just as a adorable as bunny and you liked fucking like one too. 

Slowly unbuttoning his white shirt and loosening his tie, Toji took in your needy expression and heavy breaths and quickly turned you around, your beautiful tits in his face and cunt on his muscular thigh, straddling him. 

“Do you wanna be a darling for me girl?” Toji enquired, a playful smirk donning his handsome features, highlighting his scar “Yes Toji, anything-” “Then ride my thigh, show me how much you missed me, how much you are aching for me at this moment. But you will not let yourself come alright?”  “That's so unfair-ahhhhh-” Even before you could finish Toji grabbed your hips and ground you to his thighs, your perky luscious tits in his warm mouth, being sucked and teased upon. 

  Having no control of yourself and grinding your hips on his thigh like a whore in heat, you couldn't be more embarrassed and turned on by yourself at the same time. A confident ferocious lady in the usual and here you were putty in Toji’s arms and you knew it in your soul that he was the only man capable of doing this. Angling yourself and now rubbing your clit over his thigh, wetness just drooling from your hole and dripping over his pants, you were so close.

Just the right pleasure, just the right amount of friction and just the right amount of pain with Toji leaving coloured love marks all over your chest and neck.

But Toji knew your body like the back of his hand, your telltale signs when you are about to cum, erratic breathing, lower moans, and sloppy movements, he lifted you off of his thigh at just the right moment and kissed you hard enough, tongue all over, wet and exploring. “Hm—tojiiii–lemme..jus-..cum” you begged through the kiss “So fucking desperate. God baby you are gonna be the death of me” It suddenly struck Toji, what you need the most at this moment 

“Gimme a second” he said and went to the nearest drawer beside your bed and grabbed the skin-color bullet vibrator.

Toji’s dick was big but not his ego when it came to your pleasure. He was all in for anything that had you trembling and crying out. It was gonna be his name anyway at the end of the day. 

“Toji- I don't know about that- I am too sensitive right now”  “That's exactly why mama. A few more rounds of edging and when you start moaning my name like a prayer, that's when I will let you unfold like the prettiest flower you are”  His saccharine words, a stark contrast to his sadistic actions, had your mind and pussy reeling.   As he turned on the vibrator to its highest setting and latched it onto your already throbbing clit, your moans now were guttural. “I-can’t tojiiii—uhmmph!!-” “Yes you can my girl, hold it in and be a good one”

The sight in front of Toji almost had Toji come in his pants. You being a glorious hot mess, lips bruised, marks claiming you as his and rutting into the vibrator so desperate and utterly in your raunchy world.  Once again, right before you could cum Toji turned the damned thing off

-- 4th time was Toji’s limit, his cock bursting through his pants and your eyes so glossy and cheeks tear-stained. He surprised himself with how long he could go without stuffing himself in your warm cunt but it was gonna be worth the pleasure (or torture) he had put you through.  His precious woman was willing to be edged as long as he wanted to. “Thank you so much baby, you were such a darling yeah? So pretty and good for me.” 

Little did Toji know that all his words were just being directed straight to your aching cunt that had you sobbing into Toji’s broad shoulder.  “Wanna–cum..toji.. Stop being mean..ahh- ple-” “I know love, gonna make you see stars, you trust me right?” 

And he did. With the vibrator ruining your insides and Toji’s hand skillfully massaging your clit, it was game over. As much as he wanted to be gentle, he was enormous and his power even more. Clutching onto him for dear life, the sensations and the filthy wetness of your squelching pussy, you were a babbling lovely mess 

“Ahh- uhhh- toji, wait not so fast, too sensitive–hmmph!” and before you could register what was happening, the taut tension in your tummy had uncoiled, squirting and spraying all over Toji’s suit and hand and making you see white. “Good fucking girl, ruining my suit huh love fuckkk” Toji was smiling ear to ear, genuinely proud of how much you had held on, your release just as much of a relief for him, his heart pounding and your mind drowning in pleasure.

Coming down from your high, Toji was now peppering kisses all over your face, from your eyes to your cute nose and showering you with praises, making you oblivious to the fact that in the next round, it would be his cock up your tight pussy, giving you a show of the universe this time. 

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Notes:

"he would not fucking say that" *continues writing anyway*

i realized i need to get more elaborate when writing smut and i am trying to work on that. college has been hectic and I'm posting this on my day off lol (will try to edit it when i can) lemme know how you like it take care sweets

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

In Stitches 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

We've all agreed that The Quiet Ones, Follow You Anywhere, Hidden Treasures and this fic (maybe more) have built the deluluverse.

Summary: You find your work hindered by your client's son.

Characters: Loki

Note: I had to do it.

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You’re not late, but you’re too dang close! You pride yourself on being at least fifteen minutes early wherever you go. Being self-employed, you make a point of always being on time. And you are but that long hand is a bit too close to the tick mark. 

It doesn’t help that Mrs. Odinson is one of your best and favourite customers. You hate to let her down. You shake off that rattly feeling as you pull up to the gate and glance at the time again. Still a couple minutes to spare. 

You buzz in with the button and wave at the camera. You’re never quite sure who’s at the other end but they always just let you through. You suspect it’s standard business and all the help know every face that comes and goes. 

You roll through and steer around towards the vehicles along the east side of the curved driveway. You’ve never seen the sleek silver car you pull in next to but you know Mrs. Odinson’s pear-coloured porshe and Mr. Odinson’s slate grey beemer. They must have company. You can’t remember if she said there was a special occasion. 

You slide into the space and grab your bag from in front of the passenger’s seat. You push open the door and gasp as the seat belt keeps you from climbing out. How forgetful! You unbuckle and untangle yourself, stepping out in your heeled oxfords and cigarette pants. 

Your reflection looks back at you from the sleek polish of the unfamiliar silver car. You smile and shut your door, locking it with a chirp from your key fob. You tuck the key ring into your blazer pocket and bounce up towards the front door. You climb the stone stairs, broad and trimmed with curled railings. You stop at the top and clang the large knocker, a raven’s head with a ring in its beak. 

A man in a dark suit answers the door. You’ve seen him before with his steely hair and sleepy eyes. He’s often the one who opens the door but he says nothing and shows you to Mrs. Odinson’s salon, as she calls it. 

As the man leaves you just outside, you peek in through the open doorway. You see your client before the standing mirror in the corner, swirling as she checks her reflection. You cough and give a gentle knock on the door frame. 

“Ah,” she spins to you with her pretty smile, “just in time, darling.” She struts over breezily, “the hem has come undone on this.” She smooths her elegant hands over her bodice, “so much for designer, eh.” 

“Oh, my,” you give her a look up and down, “shouldn’t be any trouble.” 

“Thank you, darling,” she trills and strolls back to the mirror. You follow her and pull up the stool you often use for such a fix. You have a routine between you, you know what she expects and you do it. 

You sit and open your bag. You pull out your needle and stir through your spindles to find a matching thread. As you thread the eye, she continues to preen in the mirror. 

“Something special going on?” You ask in your usual small talk. 

“Didn’t I mention? My son’s come home at last.” 

“Your son?” You look up as her curiously. 

“Oh, not Thor,” she laughs, “no, no, he’s always about, isn’t he?” She tugs on a blonde wave, trying to make is stay in place, “my other son. Loki. Finally decided to move back home. Not here, certainly, but close by. Near to his mother.” 

“Mm, that’s exciting,” you comment as you grab the hem and work around her movement. 

“Isn’t it? We’re having a little luncheon. At the tea room, I feel a public place will deter an outbursts,” she pouts at herself, “you know how family can be.” 

“Erm, sure,” you agree dulcetly as you tie off the thread, “all done.” 

She swirls, her skirt nearly hitting your face. You lean back on the stool and wiggle your nose. She admires herself. She is beautiful. Her age takes nothing away from her natural grace. You could only dream of having a similar bearing; you’re a bit too short, a bit too clumsy. 

“Mother,” a voice drawls from the hallway. You glance over as you wrap up the thread around the spindle, “we’re due to be off.” 

You don’t know that timbre. It isn’t Thor’s rumbling baritone, rather something smoother, something refined. You tuck away the thread as a slender but tall man appears in the doorway. He tugs at the cuff of his jacket as he furrows his nose. 

“Ready, just needed a touch up,” she faces him, “darling, I’ve a rack for you to take. Wouldn’t want you to make the trip just for a loose hem.” 

She points to several garment bags hung from a rack against the wall. You stand as her son’s green eyes find his mother then drift over to you. His sharp features turn imperious. 

“Must you trouble so,” she swats at him as a loose thread dangles from his cuff. 

“Wasn’t me, mother, I only just purchased the piece,” he counters, “quality, these days.” 

“Darling, come, you’ve some scissors,” she beckons you forth with a flutter of fingers. 

You reach into your bag and take the silver scissors from their sheath. You approach them with a smile as the man stares at you, eyes narrowing. He’s much unlike his brother. Much calmer. 

“May I?” You ask and Mrs. Odinson forces his arm towards you. 

He hums but offers no protest. Your fingertips brush his shirt sleeve as you roll back his jacket cuff and snip the offended thread. You feel the seam with your thumb. 

“Should do for the day,” you advise, “but it’ll come loose eventually. I could do a quick sew-off...” 

“We’re already late,” he declares and rescinds his arm. “Mother.” 

“Yes, yes, I know,” she pats his chest gently, “go on then, get yourself off. Your father and I will catch up. Oh, are you taking Thor with you?” 

“I believe he is capable of tending to himself--” 

“Yes, but... he does enjoy indulgence,” Mrs. Odinson girds. 

“He is an adult and it isn’t yet noon,” Loki reprimands, “I shall drive on my own, then.” 

“You always do as you wish, don’t you, Loki?” She rebukes playfully. 

He grumbles again and his eyes flit toward you one last time, “you might have the tailor see my brother. Perhaps she could sew his lips shut so we might have a peaceful lunch.” 

Your cheeks bulb a bit larger at his joke. You can't entirely disagree.

“Eh, don’t begin,” Mrs. Odinson giggles as she snaps shut a compact and shoves it in a clutch, “you’ve only just returned.” 

“Mm, yet it feels I never left at all,” he frowns, still watching you.  

You chalk it up to curiousity, perhaps he feels it improper to ask, you do feel it a bit much to introduce yourself without prompting. The Odinson household always holds an air of formality you can never quite riddle out. You keep a smile on your face as his cheeks dimple and he tilts his head. 

“Right then,” he straightens his posture and tugs his jacket straight, “suppose I should go and hold our reservation before they think to give it away.”   

He inhales and pivots away, striding off with long, stiff steps. You watch after him before you turn back to the room. You go to slip your scissors back into their sheath and drop them into your bag before lifting it. Mrs. Odinson holds a cape and a jacket before her. 

“Which do you think it better?” She asks as you cross to the rack to gather the waiting hangers. 

“I think the cape would be better, it is rather warm. It shouldn’t rain I think,” you proffer, “is this the hounds tooth?” You peek through the opening of one of the garment bags. 

“Yes, dear, it is so lovely and yet that dang clasp is giving me such trouble,” she sounds ready to swoon at the tragedy, “might you replace it? Perhaps a button might do instead?” 

“I’ll have a look,” you fold the bags over your arm and hike up your bag, “I’ll be off then. Hope you have a good lunch.” 

“Thank you. Don’t you work too hard, dearie,” she trills after you, “much too nice a day to be pent up.” 

You sweep off with your armful. The dresses are heavier than one might expect. You find it surprising how fabric can add up. You go downstairs and once more find that stoic man in his dark suit. He opens the door for you and you thank him brightly. 

You amble down the steps, looking around your load to keep from stepping on the treacherously low edges of the bags. You would hate to trod on one of Mrs. Odinson’s dresses. You’re so distracted with your efforts to keep from mussing up the hems that a honk has you jumping in your boots. 

You yipe as you turn to face the silver car, its bumper stopping just short of you as the headlights flash. Your lips make an O and you quickly scurry out of the way.  You dip your head down guiltily. You should’ve been paying attention. 

The car door opens on the other side as you approach your own. You peer over with a sheepish look, “I’m sorry--” 

“You should be careful. I could’ve hit you,” Loki says, more accusatory than concerned. 

You smile, “I know, I’m sorry. I was distracted--” 

“Certainly, you were,” he affirms, as if telling you exactly how the world works, “and what would I do should you be caught under my tires? Can you patch yourself up so easily as a stray cuff?” 

“No, sir, I’m sorry. Again, I wasn’t meaning to get in the way--” 

“You don’t look very sorry. Not so many people smile in the face of mortal injury.” 

Your cheeks wobble but you keep your smile. You can’t help it. When you’re happy or nervous or even confused, you just tend to smile through it. A smile makes everything a little better. 

“I’m not smiling at that--” 

“Then what are you smiling at?” He hisses harshly. 

You bat your lashes and look side to side, “you.” 

“Me?” His forehead wrinkles. “Are you being smart?” 

You shake your head and your lips twitch, “smart? No, sir, I’m only... I suppose I just smile at everyone.” 

“So you would,” he mutters and angles back to his car, “be sure to stand back then. Wouldn’t want to run over your toes.” 

He drops into the car seat and slams the door. You stand back and watch him buckle in. He takes his time, adjusting his mirror, then his long fingers tap his shifter before he cranks it into reverse. He swerves around and hug the pile of clothes.  

You don’t blame him for being agitated, you’ve had a few close calls yourself. Accidents are never fun. His adrenaline was just going and at least he cared enough to be upset. It’s a good reminder to be more aware. 

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The fabric store isn’t very busy. The higher-end boutiques never are. You don’t often come to them yourself but you desperately need a yard to match Mrs. Odinson’s crushed velvet jackets. You need to replace a full panel and you can’t compromise; she’ll notice. She has a good eye. She never seems to miss. 

Time is hardly on your time. You agreed to drop off the lot the next day. She has a gala and needs that one dress in particular. You know she’ll expect the rest.  

You walk around with a swatch in hand, comparing the hue and feel. You don’t want the new material to contrast. You can’t forget the thread; you don’t have quiet that shade of magenta. 

You stand amid the velvets, flipping over the large rolls, tugging the end, rubbing the fabric between your fingers. Your advance is patient even as your inner expediency nips away at you. As you come to the end of an aisle, you stop short as you look up. There’s a shadow there, waiting. 

You stand still, waiting for them to come down that aisle. You’d hate to get in their way. But they don’t and in an instant, the shadow flickers away. You hear them retreat down the next row and you curl around, seeing no more than a leather heel before the figure disappears. 

How odd. 

The mysterious entity doesn’t distract you for long. The pinks are close, each of them seems just a shade off of what you’re looking for. You sigh and breathe out between your lip, rolling your tongue around the tip of a needle that isn’t there. A habit. 

You lug out each roll and carry them down to the front counter. You lift each up as a woman greets you from the other side. You smile and clear your throat. 

“You don’t happen to have any in the back,” you wonder, “I’m looking for something in between.” 

You show her the square of crushed velvet and she sucks her teeth, “not quite, I think. I think we’ve something close in our catalogue but it wouldn’t be at this location. The north end may have it but I can’t confirm. 

You sniff and nod, still smiling. It isn’t her fault she doesn’t have it. You remember the days you worked in a fabric shop, though it wasn’t as nice as this one. You thank her and take the rolls off the counter. 

“I’ll just put these back then. I need thread anyhow,” you announce. 

“Wonderful, you just let me know if you need anything, hon,” she beams at you. 

You nod and turn back. You take the rolls back and set them away how you found them. When you spin, you feel something shift, as if there’s a breeze in this stagnant shop. You peer around. It’s strange, it’s as if you’re being followed but you haven’t seen a single other customer in the shop. 

You tilt your head and cluck your tongue as you carry on to the racks of thread near the counter. You dive into the search for the perfect thickness and colour. It’s a much more fruitful hunt. As you pluck out the very strands you need, you hear the door. Your head pops up and you glance behind you curiously. You don’t see much of the other person as they leave the store, you never even saw them pass. 

You shrug and take the spool to the counter, “thanks again,” you say to the associate, “better get out of here before temptation gets the best of me.”

[jasminerva]

You v. Nagumo and Toddler

This is Part 2 of the Papa!Gumo series!

gn!reader co-parent

Check out Part 1 here: What kind of father would Nagumo be?

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Banner img from Gakuen Babysitters by Tokeino Hari.

Was having a convo with @akifordessert about Papagumo and the nicknames he'd give his kiddo(s). And thank you, Memi (@dearsecretlover) for inspo and motivation (and for sharing this Papa!gumo art by mxeong__) as always~!

But I digress! Here's the little scolding imagine I promised!

nagumo x gn!reader = gn!toddler in their terrible twos [c/n] = your toddler's name [f/n] = your first name

You: Nagumo! [c/n]! What the heck happened in the living room?! Nagumo looked around his surroundings. It was as if the usually orderly living room had two tornadoes sweep through it, an explosion of scattered toys everywhere, overturned furniture, ripped paper decorations, and colourful fingerprints adorning the walls. Nagumo & Your Toddler: (both in a kneeling position, getting scolded by you) Nagumo: (trying not to grin) [f/n], it's no biggie. Just some father-child bonding gone awry. [c/n], your rambunctious toddler, mirrored his pose perfectly beside him, eyes wide with feigned innocence that couldn't hide the sparkle of mischief dancing in their depths. Nagumo couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at his miniature accomplice's acting skills. You: Oh, really? Father-child? But I only see two children in front of me. Nagumo: Now, now! (holds hands up) See? No paint on my hands. (wiggles digits) Clearly, I'm just an innocent bystander here. You: Yeah, that doesn't help your case. You're the adult in this disorderly duo, or did you forget? Nagumo: I suppose cleaning duty falls upon us two, hmm? Let's clean up this mess before it becomes an international incident. He cast a conspiratorial wink at your toddler, who giggled delightedly at being included in their imaginary fellowship against their ever-so-serious parent. You: (sighs) Nagumo... I'm sick of having to be the mean parent--let alone adult--in this relationship. They have to learn how to clean up their own messes eventually, you know. Nagumo: You're right. We can't let them run wild like this. But it's just so hard to discipline this angelic face (tickles [c/n]'s chubby cheek, causing them to erupt into a fit of laughter, squirming happily). You: (unimpressed face) Nagumo: All right. (playful but stern enough tone) Focus, Agent [c/n], your mission, should you choose to accept it... Together, Nagumo and [c/n] tackled the mess, turning cleaning into a fun game of hide-and-seek with the scattered toys and art supplies.

Nagumo: (grabs a juice from the fridge) You: Nagumo! [c/n] doesn't need more sugar! Nagumo's grin widened into a smirk as your toddler took advantage of the situation and quickly gulped down the forbidden juice. Nagumo: Aw, shucks. Looks like we're too late. You: (narrowing eyes) If [c/n] doesn't end up learning anything, I'm going to discipline you both. In the 'mean parent' way. Nagumo: (clapping) All right, Agent [c/n]! Operation Clean Slate isn't complete until Big Boss says so. Your Toddler: (salutes and gets back to cleaning, hands and mouth sticky with juice) Nagumo: (grins and walks towards you) You know, [f/n], you were pretty convincing right then. I almost believed you'd actually punish me. You: (crosses arms) The day's still young. Nagumo: (leans down to whisper in your ear) Is that a promise?

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 327

DTIYS RESULTS!

The results for my dtiys celebrating reaching 300 days is here! It was a tough one, there were so many amazing entries! I highly suggest checking out the tag #sseday300dtiys to look at all the entries, they were all so good!!

See the results below the cut!

1st place - @alphabetacomics !

And will be receiving the 1st place prize of any simple rendered art of their choosing! Congrats!!!

The thing I loved most about this entry was the animated part of it! Even though it’s as simple as a little bit of glow and some moving lumaflies, it really brought the whole thing together in my opinion! <3

2nd place - @gemisbored !

And will be receiving 1-2 halfbody doodle style art pieces of their choosing! Congrats!

I absolutely loved the rendering on this as well as the atmosphere! Everything from the colours to the shading detail is just amazing! I especially love the use of emphasised shapes for each of the characters as well, I could tell right away there was a lot of thought out into this!

3rd place - @moonwatcher1000 !

And will be receiving an icon/headshot doodle style art piece of their choosing!

It was so hard choosing third for this, I was very close to placing this 2nd because wow!! I absolutely love the way this one was drawn/painted, it has such a cool texture and overall mood to it! I especially love the tree branch-like shapes of each of the horns of the siblings!

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Congrats to the winners!! And big thank you to everyone who participated I hope everyone had fun!!

Biggest thing I ask is to be a good sport about this dtiys and the results of you entered! In the end I wanted to do this as something fun, everyone’s entries were so good, it was very hard to choose places. I may do more dtiys in the future if people liked this one enough and are good about it!

Thanks so much!

I look forward to making more daily doodles for you all :)

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: the mysterious blonde (PART 2)

pairing: grayson hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis: you are gigi’s best friend and you’re working on a project together… but her mysterious brother grayson hawthorne seems to be around every corner lately, it’s like you can’t avoid him… not that you’re complaining because maybe, just maybe you have a little thing for him…

parts: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

warnings:

a/n: there is a first part to this story, so if I were you I’d check that one out first… and there is also a third part when you finish this one… this part is also very long, so apologies. thank you for reading :)

tag list: there is not tag list but let me know if you want to be on it :)

Gigi and I work on the project for a couple more hours after dinner but when it was getting a little too late I knew I needed to go.

“You know you can just sleep over,” Gigi says.

“I know but I need to get home tonight, maybe another time,” I reply, gathering my things.

“I have a spare toothbrush if that’s what you’re worried about,” she reassured me, “and it’s not been used at all.”

I laugh, she knows me too well, “no it’s not just that but thanks for letting me know. I promise I’ll stay another night just not tonight.”

“Okay,” she pouts, “but I’ll miss you.”

“I’m literally going to see you tomorrow,” I say.

Gigi gasps holding her heart, “no! Not tomorrow! That’s so long away!”

She falls backwards into her bed and plays dead.

I laugh, “you’ll survive.”

She sits up, her wide eyes looking almost impossible to say no to, “It’ll be difficult.”

“You’ll manage,” I chuckle as together we walk down the stairs.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” she asks one last time.

I nod sadly, then notice Savannah in the living room.

I poke my head in, “bye Savannah, see you soon.”

“Bye Y/N,” she winks at me, blowing me a kiss. I pretend to catch in the air and touch my cheek. She grins widely at me and sends me off with a quick wave. I make my way back towards the door, pulling my shoes on. I’m tying my laces when a voice comes from behind me.

“Are you leaving?”

I turn around and there he is. Grayson.

I nod, standing up straight, “gotta get some sleep.”

“Are you going to be okay on your own? It’s dark out,” he says, sounding almost concerned. It makes me want to kiss him even more.

“Oh yeah I’ll be find don’t worry,” I curse the words leaving my lips and curse myself for saying them

“I don’t mind taking you back, I’m going back to my home anyway,” he offers again.

“I don’t want to be any trouble,” I smiled shyly, tucking the loose strands of hair out of the way.

“You wouldn’t be,” he murmurs quietly, softly. I almost melt right there and then on the spot but pull myself together quickly to give an appropriate reply.

“It’s okay, I’ve done the journey a thousand times, I’m sure I’ll survive,” I assure him.

Now why the hell did I say that? I mentally kick myself for giving up time with that beautiful thing and make sure I have everything, that’s when I realise what I’m missing.

“Oh shoot, I forgot my jumper,” I groan aloud, knowing I’ll have to take my shoes off and put them back on all over again.

“I’ll go and grab it,” Grayson offers.

“It’s okay I can-“

“No I’ve got it, the grey one right?” he makes sure.

My face flushes, he remebers what I wore, “yeah that one.”

I want to jump up and down and do a happy dance but I manage to stop myself. Feeding into my delusions I convince myself that he definitely memorised the colour of my jumper because he’s madly in love with me not just because he’s a regular person who’s seen me in the last two hours who can recollect the colour of jumper. Grayson returns within a few moments holding my jumper. He walks towards me. It’s probably the closest I’ve been to him all night. It’s only now I notice how nice he smells. Not that I was sniffing him but he was naturally giving off the smell of his cologne, how I hoped to be giving off my perfume.

“Thank you so much,” I smile bashfully as he hands he the jumper. Our hands brush for a fraction of a second and I think my heart stops beating. I know this moment will replay non stop in my mind until there is twelve fanfiction and several movies made about the slightest of contact.

“You’re most welcome,” he says, “it was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah you too,” I reply, “… well goodbye, for now.”

“Goodbye for now,” he repeats, retreating to wherever he came.

I wipe the idiotic grin off of my face and turn back to Gigi, who’d I forgotten was standing there the whole time. And I suddenly felt guilty for that but brushed it off to say my goodbyes. It was then she asked me a question.

“So what did you think of my brother?”

“He seemed nice,” I say, except he was a bit more than nice to me. He was a gentleman who was sweet and really hot and irresistibly poetic. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through his golden hair and kiss him with the much passion his lips would burn and his eyes would water… but of course I couldn’t tell Gigi that.

“I think he liked you,” she says,

“What?” I exclaim a little too loudly, my eyes wide, my heart racing in anticipation and excitement and maybe even fear,

“I think he thought you were really nice too and he definitely approves of you as my friend,” she adds.

I’d clearly gotten the wrong end of the stick. Now I felt entirely stupid for believing for a second that someone like him could ever like someone like me.

“Oh,” I say trying to stop my sinking heart and to not sound too disappointed, “that’s good then.”

Gigi nods, “same again tomorrow?”

“You got it girl,” I nod.

She hugs me tightly and kisses my forehead, before softly booping my nose, “see you later alligator.”

I do the same to her, replying with, “in a while crocodile.”

***

That night I lay in my bed and I couldn’t stop thinking about Grayson Hawthorne. Everything about him was on my mind. And oh his voice. It replayed over and over like a broken record but I didn’t care. It actually soothed me, made me feel calmer. I could see in my mind every inch of his perfect face. The exact few flecks of blue in his stormcloud eyes when the light hits them right, the way his eyelashes are darker than his golden hair and the fact that he wore a single silver band on his middle finger.

The next few days I’d go to Gigi’s hoping Grayson would be there too. But the next day he wasn’t, much to my disappointment. Gigi and I worked on the project all through the afternoon and evening and yet he failed to make an appearance. I left feeling somewhat unfulfilled and disappointed. Even though I didn’t see him in person though, I did see him that night. I never dreamed vividly but that night I had the most spectacular dream I’ve ever had. It was like I had some obsessive disorder over the guy, I cared so much he was not infecting my sleep. I’d dreamed of us sitting on a sunset beach in each other’s arms, discussing a future that revolved around our love for one another.

When I wake up suddenly and sit up straight in my bed. I come to a realisation. I just might be in love with Grayson Hawthorne.

***

On Friday, I sleep over, just as I had promised Gigi. After finishing the project and then possibly having a dance party in celebration, we feel straight to sleep in her bed. I am awoken by nothing in particular and roll over. Gigi is still asleep, her limbs spread across the entirety of the bed, even my side, snoring in the most adorable way. I smile and then lay back into my back staring up at the plain, empty ceiling. I decide that I need a cup of tea. I’m comfortable enough with everyone in this house to know that I shouldn’t be shy to make myself a cup of tea in the morning. I was often over at Gigi’s house and everyone living here was constantly reminding me to just grab whatever I wanted when I wanted it. I crawl over Gigi’s body, careful not to land on her or wake her. Not that it would be possible, she was such a deep sleeper, I doubted an earthquake could wake her.

Once I’d made my way out of the bed, I pulled a pair of socks on and left the room. I didn’t bother to brush my hair or wash my face, presuming I’d just walk back up after my tea was ready. I yawn, walking down the stairs lazily, in attempts to get to the kitchen. I slowly grab a mug from the cupboard and put the kettle on to boil.

“Good morning.”

The voice is so surprising that I jump out my skin, screaming aloud. I spin around, clutching my chest, breathing heavily to recover from the initial shock. None other than Grayson Hawthorne is standing behind me shirtless… fucking shirtless. It was 6am in the morning and this man looks like some sort of glowing Greek god in contrast to me who has raccoon eyes and a rat’s nest for hair.

“Sorry if I startled you,” he says soothingly.

I let a breath out, “oh, no worries. Just didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

I run my finger through in attempt to tame the knotted mess and quickly brush the sleep from my eyes, suddenly realising I was standing there in my pyjamas. I try and not let my face heat up as I lean on the kitchen side.

“I thought you were only Wednesdays?” I say, tilting my head slightly.

“I wanted to stay for the weekend, my brothers are all off elsewhere and it’s nice to spend some time with my sisters,” he explains.

Suddenly I feel guilty… was I stealing him away from his sisters?

“Sorry if I’m getting in the way,” I say.

“Oh no no no, not like that,” he says quickly, “it’s nice to spend time with you too, I’ve missed so much of their lives so even the little things like getting to know who my sisters friends are, are important moments for me.”

“Oh… thanks…” I reply awkwardly as the kettle finishes boiling, “okay so I’m going to make some tea, care for any?”

“Yes, actually,” he nods, smiling slightly, “I was just going to do that.”

“Do you drink tea a lot?” I ask, trying not to cringe at my own horrible small talk skills.

“A cup every morning,” Grayson replies, “you?”

“Exactly the same,” I smile.

I make the two mugs of tea in silence, feeling his eyes pinned to my every move. It made me nervous that he was staring so intently. I discover that he too only takes a splash of milk in his tea and no sugar. We stand together, leaning on the counters, drinking our cups of tea.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night at dinner,” he says.

“Last night?” I ask, trying to recall the dinner, “oh I’d literally forgotten, it’s okay”

He nods and takes a delicate sip of tea, then begins to say, “Y/N-“

“Morning.”

I turn to see Savannah waking through the door in full sports gear, holding her training bag. Her hair was in a dutch plait the went into a ponytail. She freezes when she sees both me, in my pyjamas, and a shirtless Grayson, standing together drinking tea in her kitchen. Savannah gaze flicks between me and Grayson a few time before narrows her eyes at me. I subtly shake my head, knowing what she was presuming. Her eyebrow quivers upwards but I ignore it.

“Morning,” Grayson replies, “did you sleep okay?”

“Fine,” she says quickly, “I see you two are getting acquainted.”

She stares me down accusingly and I sigh, “yes, well it’s nice to meet my best friends’ brother.”

“Maybe a bit more than nice,” she murmurs under her breath so I can hear but Grayson can’t.

“Not true,” I whisper.

“How long have you been up anyway?” she asks, directing the question at Grayson.

“About half an hour,” he says.

“I’m off to train, see you guys later,” she says, grabbing some food and water before heading out of the door.

Neither me nor Grayson dare to say anything else. Empty space hangs in the air and there’s something we both want to say but are too cowardly to do so.

“She doesn’t like me talking to you,” he says, being the brave one of the two of us.

“Oh?” I question, playing dumb.

“I don’t know why but she doesn’t,” he shrugs.

“Oh that’s a shame,” I say, “does that mean you’re going to stop talking to me?”

“Well I never said that,” Grayson replies, “I’m not someone who does something based on others likes or dislikes and I don’t intend to start today.”

“That’s good then,” I smile, taking another swig of my now lukewarm tea.

He smiles back softly and I hear my heart thumping in my ears. In this moment words aren’t needed, conversation is unnecessary, talking seems silly. Because everything is carried in our eyes and our smiles that we can’t seem to shake. I take in his beauty again and enjoy this silent moment. His eyes and glued to mine and neither of us can seem to physically turn away at this point in time.

Interrupting the moment was a small voice attached to a sleepy face and oversized teddy-bear slippers, “am I the last up?”

Gigi trudged into the kitchen also in her pyjamas, one sleeve falling off of her shoulder. Her loose braids had nearly completely falling out, baby hairs flying everywhere. She looked the most tired out of all of us despite getting the most sleep. Grayson and I immediately turn our eyes away from one another.

“Of course,” I tease her, poking my tongue out.

“Where’s Savannah then?” she counters, arms folded, eyebrows raised.

“At training,” I reply, “you just missed her.”

“Gray? I didn’t realise you were coming so early,” she remarks, finally noticing his presence.

“Savannah let me in,” he says, “I’m going to go and get ready now.”

“Okay, see you later,” she replies, with a lopsided grin.

I watch as he walks out and as he turns back and makes eye contact with me, sending my heart fluttering. Gigi sighs and then picks up a cookbook on the side, “do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes?”

“You know me so well,” she says, her face breaking out into a wide smile.

“Let’s get cooking,” I say, grabbing the spatula sitting on the side.

***

Gigi and I would like to think of ourselves as somewhat pro chefs when in reality we’d make a mess, have a laugh and produce something somewhat edible. It may not always look edible but it always seemed to taste delicious. This morning our chocolate chip pancakes came out in questionable shapes and sizes but were fluffy and delicious.

“I swear we should enter a cooking show,” Gigi tells me, looking like she’d entered heaven at the first bite.

“And make chocolate chip pancakes?” I chuckle.

“What’s wrong with that? Who doesn’t love choclate chip pancakes,” she replies.

“Judges on cooking shows,” I reply, “besides look how dilapidated they look.”

“But the taste is so good,” she says, her eyes wide, almost bursting with enjoyment.

“That is one thing I can agree with,” I nod, shovelling another forkful of goodness into my mouth.

At that moment Grayson walks in and we pause conversation. He is now dressed in a suit that compliments just about any and every angle of the man. The suit had clearly tailored just to his body type. How could he be so overdressed yet act so casual? As if this were the norm. Maybe it was for him. It certainly was making me and Gigi look very uncouth still in our pyjamas.

“We made pancakes,” Gigi tells him proudly, “you should try them, they’re like eating liquid gold.”

“Liquid gold doesn’t sound all that appetising,” he replies.

Gigi groans, “just try this.”

She stands up and puts a bit of pancake into her brother’s mouth. He has no choice but to try it now. He chews thoughtfully and swallows. And suddenly I’m nervous and I don’t even know why because it’s just a pancake. Just a chocolate chip pancake that I’d baked with my best friend and I was absolutely petrified of what Grayson would think.

“They’re actually really good,” he nods.

I take a breath of relief and feel stupid for feeling so worried over a damn pancake.

“See?” she says.

“I’m going out for a walk,” Grayson tells her, “I’ll be back in in an hour, alright?”

“Okay,” Gigi nods.

“Anyone need anything,” he asks.

“No,” she replies.

“Y/N?”

I startle at my own name and startle even more when I realise he cared enough to ask me.

I look up and smile, praying my blush wasn’t as bold as I felt it was, “no thank you.”

He nods and leaves. I listen as the door shuts and his footsteps fade. When I turn back to Gigi she’s grinning widely and staring right at me.

“What?” I ask her, my tone flat and bored.

“You like him!” she exclaims.

“No I don’t,” I lie.

“How did you know who I was talking about?” she grins, backing me into a corner.

“Because the only ‘him’ around just walked out of this house,” I say, keeping my cool. She could not find out.

“Okay but you like him,” she presses on.

“I don’t Gigi,” I state, more harshly than I’d intended.

“Yes you do!” she tells me.

“Yes I do,” I groan, giving up on keeping this pathetic lie going on any longer.

“Oh my sparkling rainbow gumdrops you like him, you like him, you like him,” she yells, disguarding her beloved pancakes.

“Scream it even louder Gigi I don’t think the aliens Jupiter quite heard you,” I hiss.

“Sorry but this is the biggest piece of news in my life,” she squeals practically bouncing up and down, “my best friend likes my brother.”

“He cannot know,” I warn, my tone sincere and dangerous.

“My lips are sealed,” she grins, miming locking her lips and throwing away the key.

“I mean it Gigi,” I say.

“I know you do,” she says sincerely before she breaks out into a large smile, “you two would actually look so cute together! Oh my flying sea-lions and leprechauns when you guys get married we’ll be sisters!”

“Woah woah woah, slow down,” I say with a nervous laugh. Leave it to Gigi to start envisaging a whole lifetime of us together.

“Can’t,” she tells me, “I’m already picturing the wedding.”

“Gigi!” I exclaim.

“And your children,” she cries, clutching the left side of her chest melodramatically, “oh they’d be so cute,”

“Oh my-“

“I think we should get some coffee and discuss your future,” she says, a bit too seriously for my liking

“You are not going anywhere near coffee espeically not now and there is no future,” I reply, “I like him sure, but nothing will come of it I’m sure. He’s probably got his eye on some pretty, smart, rich girl.”

“I ship you too hard for him to fall for a pretty, smart, rich girl,” she says, “besides why would he rather that than a drop-dead gorgeous, kind and funny girl, he’s really missing out if you ask me.”

“Thanks Gigi, but I don’t think it’s happening,” I sigh

“That’s a shame because I already had so many dress options to show you,” Gigi explains, “there’s literally a whole catalogue upstairs.”

“You are mental,” I laugh.

“But you love me,” she smile sweetly.

“But I love you,” I reply.

a/n: I promise there is way more grayson x reader action in PART 3 but I hope you enjoyed this anyways :)

more fics like this on my TIG masterlist

[angelslittlewritingcorner]

DESIRE

(Adam x Lute x Reader)

After you gave so much love to the first part of the series, I thought I'd post the second this week. A little more fluff this time, but the next part will be very spicy. Have fun with it.

Tags: @mournings-stars

Synopsis: Y/N just wanted to spend some wholesome time with her lovers but they had other plans.

Part 2 (of 3)

Part 1

Warnings: Language

Y/N straightened her shoulders and opened the bathroom door. "Yes, I'm ready," she said and let her eyes wander over Lute. She was actually wearing the dress she had just bought. It clung perfectly to her curves and Y/N had to avert her eyes. Even if Lute was an angel, she was made for sin. Damn, she was already thinking like Adam. He came up behind Lute and scrutinised Y/N. "Woah damn girls you look really hot" Lute just rolled her eyes and punched Adam lightly in the arm. Y/N also looked at her other lover and couldn't help but grin slightly. "Adam? Is that gel in your hair and you're wearing a jacket?" He just grinned and his nose coloured slightly pink. "So can we then?" Lute asked, a little more annoyed and held out his hand again. Y/N nodded and grabbed her handbag before the three of them left the flat.

Holding Lute's hand felt incredibly good. She looked quite petite, but her grip was firm and firm. Adam walked next to them and talked about a dog he'd seen the other day that had totally dragged its owner through the mud because it had seen another dog. "And then he dragged him all over the park. I really thought the ice cream was going to fall out of my hand I laughed so hard." His two girls just grinned at the story and threw in a few comments here and there. Once Adam started talking, he never stopped. Y/N thinks it's because he was alone for so long after Lilith and Eve left him. You could really feel sorry for him.

When she first met him, she thought he was just a jerk who was self-absorbed and reckless. Just like the high school jocks in the TV series on Earth. But after getting to know him better and seeing behind his façade, she realised that he longed for love and acceptance. Things he would never admit to, of course, but were very obvious when you knew him.

The three of them arrived at the elegant restaurant and quickly took the seats they had ordered. As they were all quite hungry, they immediately began to check out the menu. "Really a fancy place," said Adam and grinned at Lute out of the corner of his eye, "Yeah, you'd never have thought of such an idea, you Dickmaster." He just rolled his eyes and grinned behind the menu. God those two were cute when they weren't out for blood and fighting. Y/N thought about the little surprise she had in her handbag. When would be the best time to give it to them? Before dinner? After? She decided to give them the present while they were waiting for the food.

After a few minutes, a waiter came and took their orders. He also placed a glass of crystal clear fresh water in front of each of them. No matter how many times Y/N saw the food and gifts of heaven, it was still a mystery to her how everything could be so clear and clean. Every colour seemed brighter and more intense. Lute took a sip from her glass and then put it down. "Y/N darling … why are you looking like that? What's bothering you?" "N-Nothing's bothering me I… well" she took a deep breath "It's just that I have something for you both because today is such a special day." None of the three would ever admit to dating in public. What would people think if they knew it was a three-way relationship? Unfortunately, they didn't realise that they were so obvious that everyone already knew. Y/N reached into her handbag and handed her two lovers a small parcel each.

Curious, the two opened it and stared at the contents for a moment. The parcels contained a bracelet for each of them with the initial letters of the three of them. "I made them myself. The band is made of leather and the letters are made of silver." "That's really pretty," said Lute, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She took the bracelet and held it out to Y/N. "Will you make it for me baby?" She nodded and carefully put the bracelet on her. Adam was silent the whole time and just held out his arm. Y/N put the bracelet on him too. She had been wearing her own since she had left. Why didn't Adam say anything? Didn't he like it? Too cheesy? Too feminine? But she didn't dare ask, after all, she had her pride. Luckily, the food arrived and took the decision off her hands.

After the meal, they paid and went back to their flat together. "Kitten" Y/N turned to Adam. "We have a little surprise for you too" She raised an eyebrow curiously and Adam gripped the side of her waist and led her in the direction of the bedroom....

[aaakikoo]

MORE ODDLY SPECIFIC BAKUGOU KATSUKI HEADCANONS BECAUSE WHY NOT?

warnings -> cursing

an -> here is another part! check out pt1 & pt3 & the m.list ! This is part 2

1. Absolutely hates orange juice. Thinks it tastes like medicines.

2. I feel like he could be a very organised person. Cause he obviously had his life since the get-go??? Since he was born he knew his purpose in life. So I feel like he would have his life together, including how organised he is. Closet, bathroom, bedrooms, office & documents n everything.

3. iPhone person. But he doesn’t use any costume widgets, neither Home Screen nor Lock Screen. Used the standard wallpapers cause he doesn’t bother changing them.

4. Would have 36,046 spam emails he would never bother to open. & about double as much from work. I have a feeling he would have like many thousands of notifications from each app. 25k from insta, 97k from Twitter, 29k messages 36k emails, & so on. The only people he bother responding to are his parents & friends.

5. Doesn’t give costume name to anyone on his phone. If your name is Anna Borshen? It stays Anna Borshen. 👶🏻

6. Never let’s his phone die. Like out of battery.

7. Writes sticky notes of all the smallest and minimal things he has to do. Even in his home.

8. Expensive type person. Both his home decor to his car & his office. All gives an expensive vibe. Matt black, white & silver. Perhaps gold too are the colour theme of his house, Matt black and gray are his car. And white and silver & gold his office????

9. Flexes in front of the mirror, I mean everyone does that but I feel like he would do it so much that he would cringe at himself afterwards.

10. Has an expensive looking signature, Yk the ones where it’s all scribbled up & you don’t know what it says. That exactly. Like doctor writing.

11. Really fucking good at math.

12. Secretly reads romantic books.

13. Actually knows how to treat kids. And he knows what are the differences between girls & boys and how they should be treated in their own ways.

14. Knows how to paint.

15. Hates the cold, and absolutely hates snow.

16. Likes to walk around his agency & use the power he has to walk around like he owns the place, which he does. With his heavy boots and arms crossed and bosses everyone around.

17. Heavy sleeper.

18. Dark red roses are his favourite flowers.

19. Knows how to make useful stuff out of ceramic. (Looks so hot while doing so)

20. Uses cute skin care bands when he is doing paper work at home.

tags -> @ninjanyers

[pjsk-headcanons]

*deep breath pt 2* YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!! MMJ UNIT SWAP LORE THIS TIME!! EXCEPT THAT IS NOT THEIR NAME!! (again heavily simplified for the sake of your blog)

mmj: shizuku (unit leader), ena, mafuyu, rui

MORE MORE JUMP! -> stage○•SHOWTIME!

-shizuku realized that the reason why people wanted her as an idol was because she has a pretty face, and that no other part of her was idol-like

-decided out of spite and some sort of desire to prove herself (to whom? who knows ;) hehe)

-met mafuyu at archery club. you probably know what happened next

-honestly trying to figure out how mafumom didnt reject the idea. probably brushed it off as a "side hustle" and "good work experience"

-mafuyu's "good girl" persona is badly crafted. she has snapped in public and will snap in public.

-they met ena while out on a cafe stroll. ena could not believe that she was being offered the chance of a lifetime and took it without hesitation.

-the trio were checking out some places they could do preformances at when 1. mafuyu snapped when she heard someone badmouth shizuku and 2. they met rui taking "a walk" (he was probably figuring out how to bomb his school" and rui manages to convince them to hang out.

-they learn that rui is VERY GOOD at management. you know what happens x2

-shizuku wanted an all girls group but rui is just so girlypop yk haha

-shizuku - unit leader/choreo, mafuyu - main vocalist/designer, ena - lyricist/illustrator, rui - manager/composer

TRUST RANKS

mafuyu - shizuku -> "beauty and honor" (how theyre seen at school), "archery aces" (they are both very good at their club activities in this au. once again i forgot if this is canon), "mask of perfection" (iykyk yadada *cries*)

rui - ena -> "that guy from school..." (bless ena for attending night classes she does NOT know what happens at kamiyama day classes. she only knows rui from occasional talks with a certain someone), "newfound respect", "follow that dream again" (rui and ena can fufill their passions now! yay!)

shizuku - ena -> "social media stars", "i wish i was your sister", "out of spite, out of love" (heh. up to interpretation.)

rui - mafuyu -> "two different purples" (is this just about hair? or something else? ;)), "author and artist" (not literally, composer and singer is what i meant but this sounds cooler sorry ena), "a facade or yourself?" (this is a point in the main story where rui finds out about mafuyus persona. very important line)

mafuyu - ena -> "speaking your words" (again. just pointing out roles), "family, right?" (mafumom is still mafumom and the shinonome household is a bit more problematic hehe), "if i was you..." (reference to original nightcords main story about how ena complains about mafuyu having the life ena wants. might keep it here?)

shizuku - rui -> "elegant with downsides" (rui being bonkers, at least with school, and shizuku being clumsy and bad w technology), "frontstage and backstage" (like nene, rui wasnt actually preforming with the rest of stage○•SHOWTIME! until later), "opposites in every way" (thank about it - opposite hair length, hair colour, eye colour, role in the group (w songs too), technology, school...yapyapyap)

anyways thanks for screaming in the tags mod it actually makes me so happy i love reading your opinions in the tags. please yap more its so fun to read

next is vbs!! who do you think is in there??

🌐 anon

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[user211201]

Gnarly Tides

--- Originally posted by ZacharyEverlust before 2018-08-22 ---

--- Note: Pokémon Gym Leader TF ---

We are back at the same location! Same place, same time, same method! Well slightly different one, a tweaked version of what will happen to the fellow victim from the previous story. Only this time, its from the OTHER soon to be-surfer's perspective. As such, the story starts off with his perspective. Seran, being called here by his friend, Baikoha, via text.

Dude you've gotta check this out!

I'm having a blast with Swimming! Coach wants you to tag along!

Bring your goggles along too man!

Obviously, knowing his friend, its totally odd that he would post a message like that. Baikoha didn't want to attend Sports Week much less enjoy those "swimming lessons". Not to mention he actually complained about it yesterday at his dorm...

Seran walked towards the open pool, letting his really long brown hair down as he gazed over the line of participants for this year's "Jockification Week", or so what people described. 'They turned guys and girls into jocks, full of school spirit and cocky bravado!' was apparently what some people described what happened to their friends...how farfetched, well, aside the fact that even his own friend posted that weird message back to him.

The invited-teen peered over for his friend for a few moments, unable to find him. Probably already in the pool by then, Seran assumed, scratching his growing beard down below his lip. The thin-lanky man has to be at the beach in about an hour from now, skipping out an hour's worth of sleep to originally bail with him so they could dodge sports week together, though his friend's apparent change of heart as shown in his message...it was weird, really weird.

Probably at this moment, Seran's mind wondered even more about those Jockification rumors he'd heard from the other newbies. "What if they were true?" Was the first stereotypical soon-to-be-victim thought anyone would have. He recalled the goggles he and his friend discussed yesterday, him being the lucky person that received a limited edition "Marlon & Brawly branded goggles." To his surprise, the other pair was inside the gift box that was laid in his doorstep this very morning!

To be honest, it looks awfully strange, with shiny plastic lenses and their sides being being labelled with the numbers 1-2-3-4-5. Coloured completely black with shiny orange lenses. He wanted to go and tell his friend about this too, though it'd be better just to surprise him. Right?- SPLASH!-Wow some douchebag splashed water on him---SHONE!--"WHA--?"

He sensed the sides of the goggles glowing, sending pulsating charges to the lenses as they glowed a bright orange, shining brightly as though its a conjoined process. Glowing and overwhelmings strongly on the inside of the lens, past the helpless victim's past through the corners of his brain, touching the commands and subjects that make a person-them.

"ARGH! My eyes--huh?" Like an enormous tidal wave that's about to wash over a helpless surfer, he felt like his body became paralyzed in a millisecond, as though he was no more in control. HANG TEN! Was the signal the flashed in his brain, the only thing he could focus on the inside whilst observing the pool's water dripping down from his skin--?

Brawler's Stance!

His thought shifted momentarily, the number 5 engraved on the side of the goggles faded away as this happened. His fists clenched, as his body brought itself to an iconic fighting position, one that's familiar in a game remake. With feet firmly rooted to the ground, squats strongly standing apart and fists brought close to his chest.

SOMEBODY HELP ME! He thought loudly to himself, unable to open his mouth aside forming a huge cocky-like smile that was unlike him, eye brows furrowed oddly , if anyone took notice of him, he would look like a mix of an odd statue and a young man looking for a fight. Although...he didn't fit the part of a fighter just yet, needing an appropriate body to support the current position he is in--

SPLASH!

"NOT AGAIN!" He shouted. The Second tide came in, as a swimming gave a powerful dive from the diving board. Drowning Seran's clothes and his chest from the inside even further. A Drenched white T-shirt and brown khaki shorts, with plain looking sandals. This certainly did not match the goggles he is current matching, and that is about to change as the number 4 faded away next.

PUMP IT UP!

WHOA! He watched his body rise up even higher with a dose of electrolytes, goggles converting pool water to salt water as it gave a dose full of a lifetime's worth of minerals to the body. Aging several years as his height went up with it, with even longer legs and arms, a body that's as tall as any other typical sportsman that can be seen in sight.

Bathed in an appropriate amount of UV rays from the sun, his body crusted into a perfect moderate-brownish Hawaiian tan, like its a result of time and dedication. With his body being at a prime at his early twenties, yet feeling really uncomfortable underneath the clothes he's currently wearing, like it wasn't his style, like he deserved something better--

WOW! The next thought came up, as he watched as his clothes physically re-materialize by themselves right before the goggles covering his very eyes-- RUBBER! Starting with the feet, as the base of the sandals dyed themselves a strong orange, and black rubber soaked itself over the top.

Escalating hugely, they grew larger than the size of his foot as they reached a decent L-size. Bottom becoming rubber like the top, with the strap too becoming part of the design and turning orange as well. Five circles appeared where the toes should be and two black rolled loops appeared at his ankles, though the whole new wet-shoes get-up barely fit him.

The same treatment can be said about the rest of the attire as it went up, clothes now barely fitting and staying on him due to the L-size of the clothes, only thanks to the tight-fitting quality of wet-attire were why they were able to still stick onto his thin bod.

With Khaki shorts morphing themselves blue with waterproof threads as they wrap loosely around his waist, sky blue boarder shorts only on due to the current "stance" he's made into. A plain generic T-shirt gaining originality as they rediscovered cool typical sports patterns sufficing from his chest and trailing from on shoulder to another.

Those patterns turned a familiar pure orange as the rest of the shirt turned into a sporty black. Bringing out a cool and manly side out of the wearer. The sportier shirt hugged tightly to his skin as they turned into a waterproof-skin tight fabric, seemingly rubberized. A loop suffices around the top of his shirt, below his neck and similar to the ones of his wet-shoes.

With that being said, the last changes formed at his fists as the surfer influence touched his hands. Black covering his fists as they turned into orange at the top, with the same loop down at his wrists. Forming Brawler-like slash Surfer wet gloves for those who enjoy diving into the ocean from time to time, and with the current status of his body, it seemed as they just enjoyed anything water sports related, especially surfing--

SPLASH!!!!

"DUDE! THIS IS NOT COOL BRAH---?!" The man complained, vocabulary "Oh man! I haven't even bulked up yet---!" He realized that, with it being the next stage as the number 3 faded too.

IT'S WORKOUT TIME!

His brain thought, feeling his fists clenching even harder as veins bulge toughly from his arms. Watching them firm up as they do their years of training hard, growing to a sizable size as those knuckles nicely fit the gloves like a proud brawler.

The power and energy moved up to his shoulders, expanding them wide and steady as a result of surfing for over a decade, body posture and balance maintaining his strong figure. With a hefty lean-muscular chest supporting his front with tanned pecs and chiseled abs showing his status as a gym instructor, and a gym leader.

Legs tanking out, with calves steadying and fitting the boarder shorts like he liked it. Butt rounding and firming up, jutting out simultaneously with his feet as they filled in their entire wet-shoes. His attire completely suiting his powerful physique, like he deserved it.

"Man! This is great and all!" The soon to be hundred percent Surfer man spoke. "This like totally caused a storm of astonishment to my system! Oh man! But like..."

SPLASHHHH!

"HAHA! Wow! Again with the waves dude!" With water entering his system, cleansing his throat and tonsils, refilling the surfer lingo that he ever most desires with an attractive, chill and a totally radical voice that didn't cared much about intelligence." Gnarly Voice man...AWESOME!"

HANG TEN DUDE!

"Wicked!" An overwhelming surge of confidence and resolve shone in his face. Teeth as white and strong as a Sharpedo's, a smile evolved to a fearless confident grin. Angular Jaw being a sticker to the personality that crashes tides and oceans with his surfboard.

"I LOVE this dude! Can't get enough of it!" Hair spiking at the back, maintaining themselves like an in-bred style that suits him. Blasted away with Sky Blue like his boarder shorts, totally radical as they held spiked in place, bangs free. Facial features chilling with the breeze blowing against his forehead, ears wide open, nostrils filled with the scent of the sea, black sharp eyebrows boldly representing his self-assurance, his power, and his passion for what he does.

"And it just gets better and BETTER!"

"SPLASHHHHHHHHHH!"

"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Fully lost in the Ocean, the new man awoke. With the number 5 completely fading away, he understood the hang ten quality within him and embraced the tide. With outstretched arms voluntarily breaking past any gnarly paralysis, and a body standing tall and firm as water poured down on him.

His goggles glowed and allowing the sun rays reflecting of the pool's surface to bask him with all the thoughts that he needed. Goggles taking on their true form as they tinted themselves as pure orange shades, with black sides supporting his coolness.

"Yo! Brawly! Sup!" Marlon raised his hand. HI-FIVE "Hey Man! Totally drenched me over here! Haha!" He laughed.

Lifting up the shades, revealing two piercing light blue eyes that shredded killer waves. He understood who he is, and how couldn't he? Being the Former Gym Leader of Dewford City's Gym, churned in the rough waves while pumping in the gym and toughening up in a pitch-black cave.

Now the Captain of The University's Water Sports Group, and yet another carefree Surfer Jock who loves nothing more than being in the water, Brawly takes his stance.

With his buddy Marlon by his side, being the fierce competitors and the greatest of friends back when they met in orientation. Rooming up like the bros they are, and having being given their own special goggles together by the higher-ups as a reward for being one of the best pairs in their category. The Ocean. Though his was definitely cooler since it could transform back and forth between his trusty shades and goggles with a button at the back. How awesome is that?

With their knowledge of the ocean, surfing as well as a healthy match of Pokemon battles and tons of working out. With Marlon and Brawly taking the lead in The school's Swimming/Water Polo and Dynamic Surfers Teams respectively, The Captains of the University's Water Sports Group were unstoppable together.

"Dude! Race you to the top of the diving board." Marlon swam. "Oh yeah? Well I'm gonna wipe you down man!" Brawly jumped in and swam right after him.

The two of them made their way to the diving board.

"Hey Man! Watch this--I'm gonna make--!"

"A Bigger Splash Than The Sea!"

SPLASH!

"Dude, that's nothing. Don't forget, I'm--!"

"A Big Wave In Fighting!"

SPLASH!

[r1-jw-lover]

Koji Shimazu and the Osaka Continental - A Colour Theory

This is meant to be a continuation of the previous analysis I've done on the colour grading/lighting choices for some of the characters in the John Wick movie series, but I've got to dedicate a separate post for Koji Shimazu himself (and the entire Osaka act in general).

Before I go into it though, I would like to recommend you to first check out @evren-sadwrn's analysis [1, 2] on the Marquis de Gramont, John and Helen Wick as well as @bluelolblue's analysis [1, 2] on Santino and John.

Tagging @thewhumpcaretaker, @tobytheeggo, @babayagaiscomingforya and of course @saengak the number one Koji fan on Wickblr <3.

PART I: BLUE/RED

When you see the opening shots of the Osaka Continental and Koji's scenes before the raid, the entire hotel was lit by blue and red lights. I think this is very important to note because in the post where I talked about Akira and John, Akira was bathed blue lights in her introduction while John was bathed in red lights in his first scene in Osaka. Add on the fact that Koji's outift has both red and blue colours on it, the movie is already subtly telling us that Koji's loyalty lies in both Akira and John.

I think this just adds another layer to the tragedy that is the whole Osaka sequence. The blue/red lights may allude to one thing about Koji's character but may mean different things for Akira and John's character respectively. Plucking out from @evren-sadwrn's tags:

For Akira, the blue represents the normalcy of her life before John Wick's red showed up and began symbolising her delving into the path of vengeance and violence, like John himself. However for John, those blue/red lights are just neon lights to him, the Baba Yaga persona on full display as he was beginning to realise the consequences of his rebellion, something which costed his friend's life and inevitably produced another John Wick in Akira.

PART II: YELLOW

Now, there are two scenes in the Osaka act that's bathed in yellow lights, the first one being Akira telling Koji about the news of the New York Continental being blown up, and the second being Koji confronting Chidi and the Myrmidons, which could only lead us to one conclusion.

I believe the yellow neon, in this context, represents the Marquis de Gramont and the looming threat he posed to the very existence of the Osaka Continental.

And when you mix blue and red respectively with yellow, well, this leads us directly to the next part of this analysis.

PART III: GREEN/ORANGE

The Osaka raid started, and the hotel lights changed to green and orange. (BLUE + YELLOW = GREEN, RED + YELLOW = ORANGE)

I know that people have extrapolated that the green not so subtly symbolises the start of the highly-anticipated action that is expected from a John Wick movie, like how the green light of a traffic light means 'go', but I want to extrapolate more meaning from this choice of lighting.

Green is a distortion of the colour blue, and is the opposite of red based on the colour wheel. Going by what we have established above being Akira=blue and John=red, green could imply Koji's choice distorting Akira's desire to keep the peace of their hotel in favour of protecting John and letting him go off alive.

In a similar way, orange is the distortion of red and the opposite of blue. Orange could possibly mean that Koji's choice (and his death) inevitably turned his daughter closer towards a path of vengeance and violence, the path John Wick had taken that Koji himself chastised him for during their meeting on the rooftop.

PART IV: THE EXCEPTIONS

The locations that didn't turn to green and orange lights in the Osaka Continental is the kitchen and the modern art gallery, both of which stayed blue (and yellow in the case of the kitchen), and that's because none of them featured Koji. Instead, the focus of the these two scenes are given to another character: Caine.

The yellow in the kitchen scene could easily represent Caine being used as the Marquis' weapon during the Osaka siege. For John, we know that neon lights, no matter the color, represent his Baba Yaga side. For Caine, however, what does the colour blue mean to his character in this context, within the Osaka act?

During Caine's introduction, more precisely, in the only scene in the movie where Mia appeared in (except for the post-credit scene), the location where they filmed had a clear blue sky. In trying to protect Mia, Caine was in a way also trying to protect Akira too. This is especially clear with the way Caine tried to convince Koji countless times to surrender John. Unfortunately, Koji cared for Akira and John equally and was willing to sacrifice his life to protect both of them.

And because he killed her father, Caine ironically became the person Akira held so much anger against from this whole event that happened to her. He fulfilled Koji's wish of letting John escape (hence the green colour), and he was the push that drove Akira to seek revenge (hence the orange colour). Caine was even self-aware of this since he told Akira that he would be waiting for her.

This is what makes the Koji vs Caine duel so fucking tragic and the post-credit scene even more heartbreaking.

[stillhereandstillqueer]

TIT accessibility list!

This includes moments from the show that have loud or sudden/unexpected noises, as well as light effects such as strobe lighting (If there are any, this is To Be Confirmed), flashing lights, sudden changes in lighting, etc.

Note: I am not tagging this as a spoiler since it is accessibility-related. I do not want anyone that may be affected by this to not see it due to blocking the spoiler tag. If you have anything to add, please respond to my last post tagged with #titaccessibility, send me an ask or dm me.

Spoilers below the cut!

Loud and Sudden Noises:

1. There are several moments in the show where the crowd is expected to shout, scream and cheer loudly. Volume can't really be accounted for since crowd reactions will vary.

2. Intro to Act 1 starts with a loud and sudden noise. It's intended to catch you unaware. The noise is just after the end of the first chorus of Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan.

3. I have heard that Act 2 also starts with a loud and sudden noise, although this has not been confirmed and I cannot find any information on this so far. Will update if I do.

4. The ending song gets pretty loud at the end. From what I can tell, there are 3 parts to it; Acoustic, 'boyband-esque' (if you have a better word for this part, please let me know lol) and what people have referred to as "rave music". The rave part is the loudest, with quite a loud and intense beat, and it goes on for about a minute.

Flashing Lights, Strobes, Etc:

2. There are flashing lights at various points throughout the show. The lights are set behind the big screen, so they aren't directly in your face. However, this could still cause problems for some people. It's hard to tell in videos, but Dan compared them to the flashing lights in WAD.

1. I'm still trying to figure out if there are actually any strobes in the show. Dan himself has tweeted, saying that there are no actual 'strobe effects' in the show (but there ARE flashing lights, see 2.), according to the designers. However, there WAS a warning message for "strobe lights and lasers" outside of the theatre when audience members arrived. Whether this was just the theatre covering themselves, I don't know.

Edit with new info: Apparently, there are strobes in the show according to audience members.

3. Lights flash when Dan and Phil first come on stage.

4. There is a big screen on stage that shows flashing words/lyrics throughout the show. The ending song has colourful lyrics that flash on screen fairly quickly.

5. At some point after the intermission, they point flashlights at the crowd.

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More information would be greatly appreciated! Especially if strobes are in the show, and also sudden changes in light/the stage suddenly going dark, etc.

NOTE: I will edit this post as I get more information. Please check my blog for the latest up-to-date version. This post is tagged with #titaccessibility.

[zippystorm]

Roguefort lore(?)

A/N: None of this is canon. This is what I think happened to Roguefort Cookie, using canon events and my own imagination. For anyone who wants more accurate information of them, I suggest them to check out this document by @kayisconfused.

I always find Roguefort Cookie very interesting. Little is known about them and their past. What is their backstory? Do they exist in Kingdom? If so, how do they fit into the game's lore? After some researching and theorising, I present to you what I think could possibly be the story of our beloved Roguefort Cookie.

We know that their family and, to an extent, the thief themself are in Kingdom. The concept art for a character, Colby Jack Cheese Cookie, shows a cookie from Golden Cheese Kingdom. It is known that this cookie used to work at the Blue Cheese Manor and may even be Roguefort's assistant, before being abandoned by the family. Although Colby Jack Cheese Cookie is never added to the game, this information provides us with insight into Roguefort Cookie's past.

1. Colby Jack Cheese Cookie:

Does this mean their family stems from the Golden Cheese Kingdom as well? It seems to me that Roguefort Cookie shares some similarities with the cookies there. Mozzarella Cookie and Roguefort Cookie both have hair colour and eye colour that are almost identical. Even their smiles look similar! Apart from physical traits, they have alike personalities in my humble opinion. They both get bored easily and seek excitement; they are both very cunning and clever. This makes me wonder, are these two family?

2. Roguefort Cookie + Mozzarella Cookie:

Furthermore, at the end of Roguefort's skill, they glide/fly a short distance. Meanwhile, Golden Cheese Cookie has the ability to levitate. If they are related, perhaps the thief has inherited this power from her. Besides, she is known for being greedy, considering that she loves to collect treasures and anything valuable to her. Does this behaviour sound familiar? Roguefort Cookie steals from time to time too, acquiring jewels and priceless artefacts.

Lastly, a small and insignificant detail may also suggest that they indeed have a connection with the Golden Cheese Kingdom —— birds. This kingdom has a lot of birds. Cheesebirds inhabit this land and work for their ruler. Additionally, Golden Cheese Cookie somewhat looks like a bird. She has wings, along with her headdress reminds me of a beak. Who else reminds people of this animal? Having a costume that resembles a raven, Roguefort are associated with birds. Not to mention that they own a cane, whose handle is shaped like a bird's head. Is this a coincidence? I don't know... I'll let you decide.

3. Birds:

In the end, this is only a theory, which I will stand by until the developers prove it wrong. I actually have more theories about their childhood, family and the downfall of the Blue Cheese Manor. However, this post is already extremely long and I don't want to make it even longer. Should I do a part 2? If you want me to publish the second part, please tell me and I will do so. Feel free put your thoughts in the tags, because I want to know your opinions and ideas.

[icedjuiceboxes]

Tongues and Teeth

A post Dishonored 2/DOTO, Billie X Emilly Comic

CW: None

Part 1: The Blade Verbena

Page 1-3 | Page 4-6 (Current) | Page 7-9

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Shout out to the homies Lapin and Potes hyping up the posted comic as if I don't spam them wips at every stage.

Artist's notes:

Not me introducing the colour red until Billie enters the scene....besties I think I ate w this

I don't know when pages 7-9 is coming as I just signed up to table as a local zine market and I got *check calendar* one month and 0 published zines. Depending on how unhinged I'm feeling it's either be here next week or a month. It's just a comic kinda of month

After page 7-9 is posted, there'll be a long pause for the next pages, as I decided to upload pages 10-17 altogether for the intented effect and not ruin pacing. Those are the last pages for part 1.

pages 10-17 is already looking so good guys I got it all thumbnailed w colours i popped OFF

ALSO, any weird distortion is not AI but a result of my art being glazed. anyone accuses me of ai you're getting my glock-

Thank you's !!! <3 I loved reading the tags pls keep them coming

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ignorethispotatoplease, kg-clark-inthedark, no-light-left-on, lapinneok, kiwiwinjindouche, steblynkaagain, arosebyothernames