#i hope whatever is next doesn't decay faster

[krawdad]

I guess on the other hand maybe the internet becoming undesirable to participate in will get me doing more real life stuff

[mystris-bug-academy]

Mona and Poly!!

Mona- Pansexual, She/Her, Morpho Butterfly, Gardening Club leader

Poly (pronounced as "Paulie") - She/Her, aroace, Black Swallowtail, occult club leader

Facts about Mona

♡~ Typical "nice girl but actually a bully" but is actually super, almost unnerving nice to the point of it being scary

◇~ Her favorite flower is tulips!

♤~ Doesnt understand sarcasm

☆~ An absolute FIEND for sugar, do not let her around a bag of sugar at all costs (she will eated it all)

♡~don't ask to look in her spotify (the music does NOT match the personality)

◇~The type of person to kick their feet during ANYTHING

♤~ literal :3

☆~ Wholeheartedly believes in Santa Claus

Facts about Poly

☆~ Typical "goth girl" but is pretty chill when you get to know her

♡~ Cares for her sister a lot (just doesn't show it..)

♧~ "Has multiple ghosts in her closet" or so she says..

◇~ Gamer. That's all I'm gonna say.

♧~ "How many supernatural creatures can you name?" "100." "How many woman do you know personally?" "...Next question."

♡~Doesnt have that much friends, she doesn't like talking to new people that much..

☆~ #1 grudge keeper, much to Mona's dismay

◇~literal :/

(Ps- I'm not doing grades for these two for now bc I don't wanna)

What others think about Mona

Fae- "...Nice to me.."

Ceni- "She's...Nice?? That's the only way I can describe her. She's fun to mess with though >:3"

"Lady"- "Shes tolerable, much more tolerable than her sister...And has a good sense of fashion too"

Honey- "She was in the cooking club before becoming the leader of the gardening club! Sigh...She was so nice to me >///<"

Orchid- "Shes like a sister to me! She even asks me to do her hair sometimes"

Latro- "She let's me take photos of her flowers, saved my butt a few times when I was late for photography projects..."

Poly- "What do you want me to say? She's my sister and I can't stand her sometimes.."

What others think about Poly

Fae- "...cool.."

Ceni- "Totally a hardcore dudette!! She's so cool! She once exorcized the ghosts out of my metalworking room after...An incident..."

"Lady"- "Absolutely dreadful fashion sense..I wish she'd stop rejecting my fashion advice...But on the other hand I don't think she enjoys the color red.."

Honey- "Her and her sister are like total opposites! Poly... Kinda scares me sometimes.."

Orchid- "Her club room is right next to mine! I swear, sometimes I hear weird chanting from her and her– Witchlings or whatever!"

Latro- "She's scary...I'm always scared to take photos in her club room.. I mean, I could take a picture of a ghost!"

Mona- "She's the best worst sister in the world! <3"

Morpho Butterfly facts!!

♤~Only males are blue..? (GUYS I JUST REALIZED THIS I DIDNT KNOW THIS WHEN I MADE MONA)

♡~ Most blue morphos live in the tropical forests of Latin America from Mexico to Colombia.

☆~Blue Morpho caterpillars eat compounds that are poisonous to humans. This is advantageous to the species because predators are less likely to feed on them (dw guys it's only dangerous to humans if you eat them..Not sure why you would tho)

◇~Morpho butterflies often feed and decaying fruit unlike other butterflies that feed on nectar

♤~Morpho butterflies are diunral (active in daytime..I had to look up the meaning of that)

Black Swallowtail facts!!

♧~ Black Swallowtails scientific name is Papilo Polyxenes (The genus name "Papilio" is the Latin word for butterfly. The specific epithet "polyxenes" is from Polyxena, the daughter of Priamos, King of Troy)

♡~Another name for the Black Swallowtail is Parsnip Swallowtail, as well as American Swallowtail, Parsley Worm, Celery Worm, Carrots Worm, and Easter Black Swallowtail

☆~Black Swallowtail are usually found in open areas like fields, parks, marshes, deserts, and they prefer tropical or temperate habitats

◇~Black Swallowtails fly faster than other swallowtails

♤~When a male spots a potential mate, he engages in a behavior known as “fluttering,” where he flies in rapid motions around the female to gain her attention.

Hope you like these two goobers!!

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Could you possibly write an imagine or something with shigaraki and his crush (female or gender neutral your pick) where she is immune to his quirk but he's scared to touch his crush. Maybe his crush wants him to dance with them but he doesn't want to touch them so they put his hands on her hips. Just really fluffy. Our poor raisin deserves some love.

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, a lil spicy at the end, mostly soft fluff 

I’m bad at writing Shigaraki but I love him sooooo

Word Count: 2023

Summary: Your quirk makes you immune to Shigaraki’s Decay, but he’s still afraid to touch you. You coax him into a dance… 

I was listening to some old timey love songs like Nat King Cole and Doris Day and I may have gotten really really soft-hearted at the dance scene ;w;

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Shigaraki wasn’t as terrifying as the media made him out to be. Sure, he was the leader of the League of Villains, but he wasn’t all that bad! At first you had been a little tense when you started to hang around the League, but overtime you got used to his presence. Half of your comfortability around him was due to your quirk, which could heal your body faster than his quirk could decay it. But, the other half was due to simply observing how he acted around others. 

He was irritable, certainly, and his nihilism could be off-putting at times, but he acted different with those he trusted. It was slight, but you could still see it. Disguised under his selfish and cruel front was a heart, you theorized, though you were certain Shigaraki wasn’t too fond of it. Despite the risks, you found yourself starting to drift closer to him. 

It started out simple, as any feeling does. He made a sarcastic comment, used a colorful insult or two to some poor chap, and you laughed despite his bad mood. His red eyes turned to you, a deadly glaze over them that could scare even the bravest of souls. But, only smiling, you wiped the tear from your eye and gave a poor excuse of an apology for disrupting the meeting. You could sense annoyance and confusion in his posture, but he seemed to drop whatever question was in his head and instead opted to continue the meeting.

Similar instances continued to happen throughout the week where you would act unexpectedly and receive a look from him. You’d catch him in the hall and attempt a conversation with him, or he’d walk in on you in the kitchen and you’d offer to make him something. He’d barely give you one word answers, though you could see the questions building in his head higher and higher. It was as if he couldn’t understand why you felt so relaxed around him. Some of the other, lower villains thought you had a death wish. Others called you crazy, but unlike them, you could afford to be a little reckless.

Undeterred from his unreceptive and grouchy responses, you continued to regard him in a friendly manner. It was an easy thing to do since you enjoyed asking him how his day was. And considering that he’s been acting more and more tolerant to you, you’d say it was starting to grow on him too.

He’d started to respond more to your questions, and you’d noticed he’d walk past your door more often as if he were trying to get you to call out to him. You couldn’t help but feel endeared by his small attempts to catch your attention; he tried to play it off casually, but you knew deep down it was all intentional. Pleased with the progress, you decided to feign innocence and play along with his antics, knowing he’d snap if you brought it up.

After a while, you noticed that the missions you were being given had started to be a lot more pleasant, and had an inkling that Shigaraki was playing favorites. A few villains complained to you about being a suck up, and you couldn’t help but feel hurt by it. You didn’t have an agenda, you genuinely just wanted to get to know Shigaraki better. Shigaraki seemed to agree, because the next day those villains had disappeared. When you asked Shigaraki about it he only shrugged it off.

He was dropping little signs of subtle fondness here and there, so of course you started to develop a little crush on him. Your conversations with him soon evolved into more, and you found yourself inviting him to spend time with you outside of work. You’d brought back takeout food and a dvd rental of the Shining, which in your mind you considered a date. 

He’d been a grouch the whole time complaining about how the movie wasn’t scary, but you enjoyed his company all the same. Though, with disappointment, you couldn’t help but notice how far away he sat from you. You were hoping otherwise but… maybe your feelings were one-sided? Truthfully, you weren’t even sure if romance was something Shigaraki could recognize, let alone want. Still, he’d agreed to hang out with you outside of work, and that was something you hadn’t expected from him either.

At one point you even asked to take him to a restaurant you liked. He rejected it of course, he didn’t like to go out. But, surprising even himself, he finally agreed when you offered to treat him. You’d realized then that you had a strong influence on him, even to the point where he’d go out in public for you. The thought made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, knowing you were the only person who could convince him to do so.

A few months had gone by and your feelings for Shigaraki had deepened. You suspected he must have felt the same, as he’d practically go out of his way to so much as stand next to you. If he had a meeting, he made sure you were there in the room with him. It was as if he’d forgotten how to do things without you there. Though, you couldn’t complain. It was a dangerous game, you knew, but you were falling for him. 

Because of this, it was all the more frustrating when Shigaraki never let you touch him. He’d jump away if you reached for his hand or ran your fingers along his shoulders. It was as if your touch was toxic, and he’d snap at you harshly. Truthfully it hurt your feelings, seeing him avoid you for a day or two whenever you tried to physically touch him. He’d always come back, however, pretending as though nothing had happened. 

It was strange to you. He no longer had any issues showing he liked your presence, so why was he so bristly whenever you tried to take the next step? There was no way you could be misunderstanding it, unless you were projecting your own feelings onto him? No, because if that were so, he would have you punished or killed for your advances… So then, what was it? 

The questions plagued your mind for weeks, frustration building as you wanted nothing more than to progress and be in a relationship with him. You wanted to play with his hair, to feel what his lips felt like on your own. He knew how you felt about him, and you were nearly certain he felt the same… so why was he playing with you like this? Perhaps you’d never know.

You settled for the next best thing, which was hanging out with Shigaraki per usual in one of your rooms. More often than not you were in his room watching him play video games, but today was one of those lucky days where he finally agreed to do something you wanted to do in your room. You’d concocted a plan to get to the bottom of the issue, twiddling your thumbs and listening to music as you waited for him to arrive.

When Shigaraki finally came, he didn’t knock but stepped right into your room. When his eyes landed on you, you saw him physically tense. “I didn’t know you were going to dress up,” he grumbled, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes traveled over to where the dress revealed your skin.

“You weren’t going to take a shower, let alone get dressed up, so I didn’t bother to tell you,” you teased, a smile forming as he glared at you. You were one of the only people who could get away with joking with him like that. 

“At least you have low expectations. Makes it easy for me,” he growled, making his way over to plop on your bed. You caught his elbow, however, causing him to bristle and pull it away quickly. “I don’t want to fucking touch you!” he snapped, eyes narrowing. And then it clicked. You had an inkling but now you were certain.

“You don’t have to touch me,” you said softly, used to his harsh words by now. “But let me touch you…” At your words, his eyes shifted to you. You could see uncertainty peek through the feign anger, and you took this as a sign to approach slowly. He didn’t move away, his body stiff as you stand before him, mere inches away. 

You couldn’t feel his breath, and knew he was holding it as you held eye contact with him. You raised your right hand slowly to his face. He flinched, and you paused for a second before gently cupping his cheek with your palm. His skin was dry and scarred in some places, and you softly traced your fingers down his jawline to his neck.

Shigaraki let out a shaky sigh, relaxing into your touch. You watched his every expression, raising your other arm up so you could feel his hair with both hands. His eyelids fluttered, and you knew by the way he relished your touch that he’d been wanting this for a long time. You ran your hands down his neck to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around them as you sway to the slow music.

Shigaraki’s hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, and you could feel him clenching them in order to keep them in place. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you reach down to take one of his hands. Startled, Shigaraki starts to pull away but you step with him, keeping the distance close. “It’s okay,” you spoke quickly, looking at him with such certainty that he nearly believed you. “I’ll be okay,” you whispered, “Do you trust me?” 

The world seemed to stop turning in that moment. It was strange seeing Shigaraki so vulnerable, but you weren’t going to let him pull back and push you away again. You stared at him, a brave look in your eye. You saw him swallow and lick his chapped lips before he nodded his head slightly. With his answer, you reached down for his hand once more. As your fingers touched the top of his hand, you could feel him shaking.

Guiding him, you settled his hands onto your hips, holding them there as you swayed in time with the old slow song. Shigaraki sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as if he was waiting for you to turn to dust in his palms. You hushed him like you would a small child, whispering soothing words as you lead him through the dance. 

He seemed to breath again when he realized you weren’t going to disappear, though his hands never seemed to stop trembling. How long, you wondered, since he has been able to touch someone like this? Has he even been physical like this before? You couldn’t imagine he even had the option to. No wonder he was always so upset whenever you tried to touch him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he was afraid to. It was all he’d ever known.

You moved your hands to wrap them around his neck again, delighted when his own hands kept their place on your hips. You stared at him, drinking him in before pressing yourself against him. Resting your head on his chest, you could hear his heart hammering away. Together you seemed to move as one being, enchanted by the song and the feeling of one another’s embrace. 

You couldn’t keep the smile from twitching your lips when you felt him tentatively move his fingers against your skin, testing the waters. Gaining confidence, he dragged his fingers down your legs and up your back before resting them back on your hips. 

“H-How can I…?” he began to ask, voice hoarse as if he had forgotten how to use it. Pulling back from him, you couldn’t keep the tender look from your eyes.

“It’s my quirk,” you explained. “I heal faster than your decay, so we balance out. You can touch me, Tomura.” Fueled by your words, his hands moved across your body more roughly, exploring every surface. 

“You were made for me,” he spoke, a possessiveness taking the place of any fear that he may have still been harboring. Feeling one of his hands wrap around your neck, you gasp softly, eyelashes fluttering. 

“I’m yours,” you uttered breathlessly before he pulled you forcefully to his lips.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

PROMPT

Che “Taza” Romero x Reader

@stardust1978 asked: I wanted to request a Dialogue Prompt #5 under Angst with Taza when you are taking requests again. Thank you :)

Prompt: “My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away”.

Word Count: 2.6k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Who said ‘ride or die’ for first time, surely he knew you, because ride is your life. 

“Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?”

“She came from nowhere! I didn't see her!”

It wasn't true. Once your helmet is on, your motorbike and you are one. There's no difference, as if you got melted with it when you turn the engine. You know every single inch of Cali's asphalt. You know every traffic light, every signal, every road, every street, every city, every single driver. You didn't come from nowhere, but he was looking his phone when he crossed the corner's avenue. He didn't see you, that's true. But you came from Sunset Boulevard with Figeroa street. You was driving fast, as always, but respecting the limit.

You were lying on the ground, upside down, when you realized that you couldn't move your right leg. You couldn't even feel pain. As the orders of your brain reached the toes of the left foot, the right foot didn't respond. Nothing. Breathing fast, you were drowning into agonizing coughs. You're a nomad. You know every single bone of your anatomy. You know what's broken, you know what's fragmented and you know what's twisted. You're choking because of the blood filling your lungs, for a splintered rib. And only when you hear the sound of an ambulance sirens, you let yourself go.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

A hard headache is lashing your whole body, growling slightly whilst feeling some long fingers tangling into yours. You know their touch pretty well, you don't even need to open your eyes to confirm it. Those fingertips have traveled through your skin so many times you lost the count long time ago. They hold yours tightly, with a trembling and cracked lips kissing every one, every knuckle and the wrist. You're sleepy, coughing for a while and raising your free hand to your belly when a bitter twinge hits it. You don't need to ask where you are, 'cause you know it at the exact moment you notice your right leg immobilized hanging of the metal structure of the bed. 

Feeling weak and decayed, you turn your face at him, opening your eyes so slowly. The man drags his chair a little bit closer, leaning above the hospital bed to leave some dearly kisses on your forehead while your free sleepy hands toured your stomach till reaching his nape. It's been a long time since you saw him in Santo Padre. And even if you think he betrayed you, Taza still being the most important person in your life. And he will always be.

You met him sixteen years ago in Santa Madre, when you were almost fifteen. You stole a loaf of bread. You didn't have family, nor money, nor a job. You were a child suffering the poverty of the Mexican border. And as a fallen angel from heaven, he found you. He was running away too. 

He saved you and you saved him.

Taza taught you every single thing you know today. About animals, about guns, about motorbikes and mechanic, about how to be silent, about fighting. He welcomed you in his ranch, he gave you a family and he brought you back to life. 

“What ha—happened?” You mutter feeling high because of the morphine.

“A guy missed a traffic light and hit you”. He says licking his lips, choosing the correct words.

“And wh—what happened to me?” His sigh is more painful that have every bone of your body broken.

“A rib pierced your left lung, but you're okay now, cariño”.

“And what abo—about my leg?”

The Mayan doesn't know how to tell you. Isn't that bad, actually. But riding is your life.

“Femur fracture”. He can't lie to you. At least, not a second time since you met.

You turn your neck and face to the opposite side, feeling awake suddenly. You know what it's means. Your eyes filled with tears and your heart racing. The sanitary machines starts to beep louder, claiming the attention of some nurses who come to try to control your pulse. 

“I'm ok—okay! Fuckin' leave me!” You cry squeezing over the bed, while Taza tries to hug you.

“Sh, (Y/N). Calm down, calm down. Everything is gonna be fine. Sleep a little more...” He whispers on your eyes, watching sideway how a doctor inject a whitish liquid into the line connected to your wrist.

You let yourself go again, between Che's strong arms, making you feel as if you were at home again.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

He explained you that you fell with your knee slightly curled and that was why you broke it. Luckily, in Los Angeles didn't wait for transferred you to San Diego, to make the surgery necessary. After one day unconscious, they flew you in helicopter to Santo Padre. And even if Taza told you that you could walk again and drive your motorbike, you couldn't help but feel anxious, terrified and mournful. 

It was one long month in the hospital, receiving visitors every day from Stockton, Charming, Tijuana, Mexico... Even from the charters of Connecticut and Pennsylvania. You didn't used to talk a lot, mostly some words and some sentences. You were submerged on a gloomy environment, crying all the time because of the pain and the rage of being bedridden. Taza slept with you every night, before complaining all day about his back hurting with Bishop and Tranq. But he would do anything for you. Anything.

After the high medical and all the information the doctors gave you for the home life and rehabilitation, you agreed with the idea of coming back to the ranch. Actually, Taza as the stubborn man he is and Bishop as the president of your charter, forced you. They didn't give you any options. So you just ‘agreed’. Your next six month were going to be summed in the first one to rest, the next four going two times per day to the hospital and the last one trying to walk by your own. Feeling pain and agony with every step until you can make it disappear, by following the recommendations.

You used to be laid on the bed with the blinds half down, holding tightly your black leather vest against your chest, feeling that it was your only hope to wake everyday. Of course, there are things in life worse than a femur fracture, but for you it was painful in a psychologically speaking way. The doctors recommended the crew and your friends to talk you about day-life, happy situations or whatever that didn't let you think about it, so you could avoid  a depression and harmful thoughts. So when Mayans came to visit you at the ranch, sitting by a side of your bed or lying next to you, they were always trying make you laugh and talk. But you couldn't. You were like a scared child believing that the sheets were shields that protected you about any hurt.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Opening your eyes, rolling over the mattress, hearing some whispers outside of your room that won't let you sleep. Your heart race, getting up on your palms, when you can't find your vest on it. You look for it on the floor, behind the blankets, behind the pillows. Nothing. With a lot of effort you move your whole and heavy body to the wheelchair next to the bed, supporting your arms on it with a growl drowned in your throat. Rolling your fingers above the wheels faster than you can think, you go towards the door opening it loud and making it crash to the wall. Following the hallway to the living room, the voices stir anxiously. Tran and Gilly are blocking your gaze to the huge table, where you used to meet al the Mayans for a lunch, a dinner or an impromptu meeting.

“Look at you! You did it by yourself!” Angel is very proud, leaning towards you before your able to kick his crotch with your good leg, making him fall to the floor between whinings and sobs.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, karate kid!” Creeper holds your shoulders, while EZ press his hands on your tights and on your left leg, to avoid the fact that you hit them too.

“Where's my kutte?! What are you doin'?!” You shout with your eyes filled with tears, stirring to loosen from the grips. 

“Cariño, calm down”. Then you hear his voice, appearance behind the big guys in front of you.

“You, fuckin' traitor! You're doin' it again! I fuckin' hate you, bastard!” You want to kill him, yelling full of rage while the tears run through your cheeks soaking the shirts.

“Fuck, (Y/N)! Calm yo' fuckin' self!” Angel growls trying to getting up from the floor.

“Bishop, please! I'll ride again! I'll soon”. Your cry gets louder seeing how the man is cutting a patch of your vest, between Tranq and Gilly, above the table. “It's the only thing I have! Please, don't!”

The president doesn't say a word  knowing how much you're suffering and don't giving a shit about it. Riz leans close to you, slapping him when he tries to clean your tears.

“Don't fuckin' touch me!” You scream at him totally mad, squeezing on the wheelchair and trying to get up of it.

“Jesus Christ, calm down!” He says somewhat scared.

“I earned it! I did it! Please! Don't take it away!” 

You feel like the air is leaving your lungs and your mouth when Bishop holds the kutte on air having a look of it, before starting to walk towards you. And when you're able to grab it, you do it holding it tightly on your chest, raising your gaze confused. He makes a soft move with his chin, pulling a way some inches the vest to see the new patch. The “nómada” one isn't there anymore, having been changed for “Miembro de honor”. Gasping not knowing exactly what to say, you hold it close again.

“It's the only thing I have...” You mutter with trembling lips.

“We know”. Bishop says bending down to leave a kiss on your forehead with a hand placed on your nape. “No one is gonna take it away, querida. But at least, I made you go out of your room”.

“Yea', the kick was worth it”. Angel says with a hoarse voice rubbing his crotch.

You can't help but smiling for first time after long months, when Creeper and EZ  let you go. Riz helps you to wear it, putting it well on. It looks good on you, better than ever and you're starting to feel blissful again.

“We decided to have a day off, here with you. And we bought you free alcohol beer, so you can drink too”. EZ says almost singing, making you chuckle. “And pops' meat for the barbecue”.

Sounds good. Really good. So you nod without doubting pulling away some hair bristles behind your ears.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

You can't remember when was the last time you had so much fun with your true family. Vicki came too with some of your friends and Letti, who turned out to be better than you expected, after Coco told you so much about her. And even if you didn't want the day to end, you were waiting for it, so you could be alone with Taza and tell him that you were sorry about what you said early morning.

After all the goodbyes, and the apache bringing you back to the inside, you turn at him with some effort on the wheelchair. Placing both hands on your lap and pursing your lips, your gaze travels looking his.

“I didn't me—”.

“It doesn't matter”. He interrupts you, passing you away to let his body fall down on the nearest sofa.

Turning again, you guides yourself to him, insisting about it.

“I'm sorry, Che”.

“God, forget it, (Y/N)”. Rolling his eyes, he lies his head against the back of the sofa.

“No, 'cause I know it hurt you. And it's not fair”. You continue, getting up of the chair to jump with the other leg by his side.

He doesn't say anything when you wrap his neck with both arms, hugging him. Taza only clicks his tongue, slicing a hand between your back and the sofa to put you closer, holding you against himself. Resting your face on his chest, closing your eyes, yes, it's feels like you're at home again.

“You know what?” You say almost in a whisper.

“What?”

“My heart tells me to kiss you, but my head tells me to walk away”. It's not a secret, but sounds like. And you're not ashamed of recognizing it.

“You can't walk, idiot”.

You chuckle shaking your head, raising it to him, touching his cheek with your nose.

“Don't leave me again, please”. He sighs rubbing his forehand. “I know I fucked up things with that... chick. But I truly love you and I'm gonna regret all my life for hurting you”.

“Just... give me some time”.

“The one you need, I could wait all my life”. Pressing his lips on yours in a smooth kiss, you travel one of your hand towards a side of his neck. 

The love you feel for him has never disappear, not even when you tried so hard to hate him when you became a nomad just to run away from all the sorrow he provoked you three years ago, a winter cold night when you arrived of a two weeks travel with the Stockton charter. By that time, you were going through some trouble and each one had a different way of facing it, instead of remaining together.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

It's been almost six month since the accident and everything has changed. Taza is driving his bike, with you by his back, towards the clubhouse. You called Bishop before to meet the crew on the front yard. You didn't tell him why, having a little surprise for them. So when you finally come and the guys are waiting you there, EZ is the one who notices that you're not carrying the crutches, drawing a big smile on his face and palming his brother's chest before pointing at you. 

Taking off the helmet and giving it to Taza, proud-hearted of what are you going to do, you practically jump out of the motorbike. You can see every reaction on every face. They're happy and a little shocked when you put your right foot on the floor. You're walking without help. And even if you feel a little pain yet, there's nothing that could stop you now. You're like a child giving her first steps. Limping very slightly, you open both arms.

“What's up, guys?! Cat got your tongues?!” You laugh happily going towards them.

Bishop is the first one who holds you in his arms when you're close enough, laughing too for your feat.

“You did it, querida”. He says, and you're sure the president is about to cry.

“I told you!”

“Are you gonna kick me again, if I try to touch you, mi dulce?” Angel walks somewhat closer with a funny gesture on his face, before hugging him.

“The doc' said I could ride in two weeks, but I'm gonna wait another one, just in case”. You inform them, with Angel's left arm on your shoulders. “So, where's my bike?”

“Resting too”. Taza says then, kissing your cheek. “Waiting for you”.

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Violent Delights Have Violent Ends Colson Baker X Reader

Word Count: 1,395

Warning: Angst will want tissues! A touch of Baz Lurhman's Romeo & Juliet..

It's harder than it seems to be young in a world permeated by violent delights and violent ends. Y/N came along changing everything Colson ever knew about the world itself and love. But fate has a hand just like Romeo & Juliet.

And this was how his world ended:

Her hands on yours, her eyes on yours

The two of you

Hanging on the cheek of night like a jewel.

And this was how your world ended:

Falling in love, falling in tragedy

The two of you

Dancing, whispering sonnets to each other.

And this was how your world ended:

Can a hungry heart give rhythm to new life? 

The night was cool and pleasant as Colson leaned on his bedroom's window, staring at the moon and feeling the soft breeze on his skin. The anxiety was almost driving him crazy when he finally heard his door opening. He stood watching as she closed the door and then approached him.

Y/N smiled awkwardly, the moonlight revealing the flush on her cheeks. She was so adorable... He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, but he didn't know if it was appropriate. 

Then she came closer to him and took her hand to his face and caressed it, as he gazed into her eyes intensely. She slowly moved her hand to the back of Colson's neck, pulling his face toward hers and kissing him.

The kiss started softly, gently. But in no time the desire to make it deeper became irresistible. Y/N parted her lips lightly, silently asking to deepen the kiss, and he eagerly granted her request. Their tongues met in an utterly sensual way, moving slowly yet passionately. Colson's hands held tightly over Y/N's waist, making her shiver slightly under his firm touch.

//Towers rise, with souls in their woes

The people cry for someone//

When he felt he was about to lose control, he decided to stop the kiss, but the desire inside of him prevented him from being successful. His lips indeed left hers, but they were still placing kisses on her skin... First on her chin, then on her throat, and finally on her neck.

Y/N gasped and shivered again, this time more strongly. And in an extraordinary effort, she managed to make her voice out in a faint whisper as she kept caressing the back of his neck.

"Oh, Colson..."

//Will you rescue me

You can set me free

Will you break these chains

Stop me falling//

If this was a dream then it was a result of his inner desires, then this dream was easily explainable. Colson loved Y/N and wanted to have that kind of closeness with her. 

"Until when will you manage to hide your feelings from Y/N, Colson?", JP asked in the last conversation they had. "You two have been always so close lately, I swear I don't know how you resist. I at least keep some safe distance from Janessa..."

"I've already told you, JP... I don't want to risk our friendship, I don't want her to reject me again."

"I don't think she'll reject you again, Colson. She likes you, there's no way to deny it. Ashleigh and Janessa are always 'complaining' about Y/N having 'abandoned' them for you..."

"But it doesn't mean she likes me the way I like her. She likes me as a friend."

"Maybe you're right, but it's a start... But you know what? I think she already likes you more than that... She just didn't realize it yet."

//Will you rescue me

Give me air to breathe

Help these eyes to see

Will you come and rescue me//

"I'll never be able to give you some love advice without it turning against me immediately, huh?" JP countered

"No."

"I suspected it."

Colson smiled. Perhaps his friend was right... Maybe it was foolishness to continue feeding the fear of being rejected again. Until when would he bear to be so close to Y/N without taking any action? Until when would he be able to hold back this feeling that was growing so intensely each day? Sooner or later it would become painful to him, being with her without being able to touch her in a loving manner, to hold her, to kiss her…

Y/N was never tired of remembering Colson's gesture of affection at the cemetery back when her mother passed away, holding her and comforting her when she needed it most. And what she felt when he held her was exceptional... She felt loved and protected as she didn't feel since a long time ago... To tell the truth, until then she only had felt that way with... Colson.

Y/N could clearly feel Colson's heart beating wildly when she held him tighter... She could even feel some change in his breathing... It definitely meant something. Did he still have feelings for her even after she proved not to be worthy of being loved by anyone?

She was feeling more confused than she ever felt in her entire life. On the one hand, her heart rejoiced at the thought that Colson could still be in love with her... Her need to be next to him was growing stronger each day. His presence made her feel so good...

But on the other hand there was the real reason behind everything. It would be very wrong to feed Colson's feelings – whatever they were – but fate had a different idea. 

"You look so beautiful... You are so beautiful...", he said, unable to hold back his admiration.

Y/N blushed intensely with the compliment and briefly looked away. But soon her eyes came back to Colson's, and she kept staring at him, their eyes completely locked.

"Thank you...", she replied in a low voice, surprised with the reaction that came from inside of her chest. A pleasant feeling warmed her heart and made it beat faster at the intensity of his gaze. And what a gaze... His eyes were an almost dark blue, mysterious, and they seemed to hide so many secrets... And she suddenly felt the need to discover them.

//In my heart I know

In my head I hope

In my body I call

Waiting for you//

Heartbeats like gunshots

Hearts like flames

Human and human and human and human.

Joined as one heart, mind, body and soul until yet again fate had other ideas. 

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1 Year later….

Light bled across the firmament.

Colson crossed many streets, opened the doors to the chapel.

He said: this is life, this is life,

Life will end but I will not

You may end but we will not

I will death's end with a kiss.

Colson's POV...

Poison in your hand, on your mouth

Blood on your sword

The air of the grave was far too still for this.

You, rash and bold, life was too short for you,

Death will be too long for you,

Time is not enough for you,

You consumed her heart and were surprised at the consequence

But regret cannot purge your final thoughts;

Let them slip away. You will be

A tragedy in a bard’s story, you and she together.

Your fate will give you absolution.

You cannot know you have died in vain. 

She still breathes her hungry breaths.

Her life is yet in her.

Your actions will untie the knot

Threads will fray and her world

Plummet into the darkness.

But for now,

Your wearied bark finds its shore

Your decayed Paradise has given way to this

Fresh and bright and vibrant

Your world ended

Your world lives on.

Y/N begins to stir to life. She watches Colson swallow the poison, and brushes his cheek with her fingers a moment too late. Her eyes widen as she realizes what has happened. She kisses him as he dies, hoping the poison will afflict her as well. After Colson has perished, Y/N cries out in grief, places his gun to her temple, and pulls the trigger.

Violent delights have violent ends. "There never was a story of more woe, than this of Y/N and Colson."

A montage of happy moments—Y/N and Colson under the white blankets in an intimate moment, kissing underwater in his swimming pool—gives way to body bags being led out of the church into an ambulance.