#not even this is like. the shittiest doodle ever

[qrowscant]

who else did this

[meringuejellyfish]

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

just started the first couple of chapters of HFM and i am absolutely obsessed with these two freaks (affectionate). their construction of intimate scenes with a refusal to be properly intimate yet has bewitched me. im so so excited to read more. could i get the tiniest shittiest silliest doodle of Malt youve ever made? he is a man that needs to look like a cute tiny amoeba to me

Hahejshyss HAH THANK YOU!!! Me and @cupiidskiss are very happy you’re enjoying our work :)

I am a bit confused but flattered when people say the way their intimacy was written being interesting. I mean, yes, it was fun to roleplay and write because if it wasn’t then neither of us would have continued, but I never felt like the intimacy was anything crazy. (This was at the point where we didn’t plan on publishing this. This was just a silly private roleplay).

I think the scenes of intimacy that stand out to me was the bar hand hold (and the later repeated motif of hand holding) scene and the riverbank talk scene. Idk how far you are into the story yet but yeah haha the boys definitely have intimate moments but never exactly get to know each other and be on the same page until far later. They bed and spoon before they are even friends.

As for shitty doodles, here’s a compilation of some of my favorite Malt doodles from his creation to now:

[snalz-artt]

forgot to post this doodle SAY HELLO to the shittiest bbc ghosts/mcyt au ever conceived, thankyou @/luigra for helping hehe

i have A LOT to say so its going under the cut this is soso silly

basic bbc ghosts plot: A young woman inherits a huge mansion estate in england from a dubious familial connection and moves in with her husband. They plan to renovate the manor and guesthouses to make into a hotel/venue, but when she falls out a window and almost dies, she comes back to life with the ability to See Ghosts. With the house being very historic, there are quite a few interesting characters (the falling out the window thing might be their fault, actually). Hijinks ensue.

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CLEO: Cleo is the Allison of the story, she inherits the house and falls out the window, now.. undead(?) they can see and interact with the cast of Ghosts they’re now stuck with. Making ZombieCleo one of the Alive characters was too funny, sorry.

SCOTT: Scott is Mike!! Cleo’s best friend/partner/chosen soulmate (like in double life), he Cannot see the ghosts but completely trusts they exist.

They get up to various antics as they try to renovate and market the place, usually while being hindered or helped by the ghosts. I haven’t thought of a good pun on the name Button House yet though..

The ghosts are not all from any specific series, but a selection of ghosts/dead characters from multiple mcyt sources ^^

JOE: Joseph Hills takes the role of Thomas Thorne. He is a dramatic regency era poet who mostly follows Cleo around, trying to impress her with his… unique poetry, that was considered before his time. Their ghost theming comes from Beetlejhost of course.

RANBOO: Ronald Booth is Pat, a 1980’s Scout Leader. To be honest, this is just because Ranboo is very associated with the 80’s aesthetic and can fit the silly yes-man subordinate role, and of course was a ghost on the dsmp (Boo).

BDUBS: Bdubs is Robin!! A caveman who lived on the land well before the house was built. He’s seen it all, which fits Bdubs’ storyteller theme!! This is also just a fun visual choice because instead of wearing animal furs he gets to wear a big mossy coat. He also talks in a quite a unique and funny way which could replace how Robin talks like. Yknow, a Caveman. There was also a tiny bit in.. last life? Where bdubs was a ghost? (We were running out of ghosts at this point.)

SLIME: Charles Slime is Humphrey Bone, a headless tudor nobleman!!! Slime has a pretty constant track record of dying dramatically in mcyt (dsmp, epic smp, slimecicle cinematic universe) hence getting to be a ghost here. He has a lot of comedy that i think fits pretty well with being a ghost and with the visual humour of having your body separate to your head <3

FLIPPA: Juanaflippa as Jemima!!! I had to get one of the Eggs in here, even if i dont know much about qsmp at this point its just too perfect for one of them to be Jemima, since we have Charlie why not have Juanaflippa ^^ This can fit the common bbc ghosts fanon of Humphrey being found family for Jemima, with Charlie and Flippa’s father-daughter relationship. Creepy little singing ghost girl!!!

QUACKITY/MEXICAN DREAM: Yeah ok we were really running out of mcyt ghosts at this point, if you dont know anything about the dsmp you would probably think im making this up- uh, quackity plays him, he died and became a very prominent dsmp ghost. He takes the role of Julian as a 90’s politician character (like quackity/md in el rapids etc) here. I GUESS.

GHOSTBUR: Im pretty sure that while alive Kitty didnt blow up a country or whatever but the innocent and kind character of ghostbur fits the role of Kitty pretty well, with both having poor/inaccurate memories of their lives and being very sweet. A georgian noblewoman! Instead of Kitty he’d be called Willy or something. That way one of the ghosts can still have an innuendo name. Thats important.

JIMMY: Jimmy (James) as Mary. A stuart era peasant who got burned in the witch trials. He could still have the power to make people smell smoke, i think it fits the canary thing a bit. AND SPOILERS FOR BBC GHOSTS, Mary being the First Ghost of the main group to get.. sucked away is just too perfect. While never explicitly being a Ghost, Jimmy has such a connection to death that i think im justified.

PIX: Pixie as Fanny!!! He used to own the house many years ago and is now a ghost that really wants it to be perfectly historically preserved. Pix was a ghost in empires s2 and an archeologist who wanted to preserve history of course, so this fits the really proper and old fashioned personality of Fanny pretty well. Also her love of animals fits pix having the ghost cat and the dodos…

SCHLATT: Schlatt as The Captain, a repressed gay ww2 Captain who never actually saw any combat. He can fit the leader role that the Captain does, especially the fact that he just assumes himself the leader, and the others kind of don't take him seriously. Schlatt was a ghost, Glatt, on the dsmp! He will be a bit less.. nice? Than the bbc ghosts captain, but could still have a good bit of development.

bonus convex as the plague ghosts, vex are kind of ghosty, right?

[swag-system]

look at this 🦩 Okok 21 35 40 47 48

🦩holy🦩fucking🦩shit🦩theyre🦩multiplying🦩help🦩me🦩 btw thx for the ask sorry it took me a bit to get to it i was busyy blehh but THANK YEW for so many questions. im playing and having fun

21 Do symptoms of neurodivergencies/mental illness tend to manifest the same way or differently among headmates? it can definitely vary for different headmates!!! we def have some alters that have like. worse depression or worse anxiety or worse addiction(MIKE.) we basically play into the strengths and weaknesses to function. like for example we were abt to freak the fuck out in the car bcs someone was fronting that could NOT drive safely so we dragged José to front bcs he loves driving and he got us home safe

35 Do you tend to have collective or separate interests and hobbies? it sorta depends!! we all generally vibe with the same stuff but different alters will like different stuff more than others. like we will all vibe with total drama and half life and idogs and furbies and plushies and lps but theres some alters that are more "meh. its cool" and some alters that are "i would kill a man for idogs. i will talk about idogs for 6 thousand years. please talk about idogs to me". same goes for hobbies like we have some alters that draw a TON and some alters that might doodle sometimes but are only a bit into it. tl;dr we all like the same stuff but different alters like stuff to different levels :]

40 Do you have a singletsona? our old host herb is both an alter and kind of our singletsona. when were masking we default mask as herb, which is funny considering he is currently not fronting but its just what we default to!! i will say we only rlly mask at work tho, everyone knows were a system and we dont do much to hide it!! even offline!!! our family and sometimes even coworkers are well aware of our systemhood. we dont see it as something to be ashamed of or to hide and weve found treating it like a casual thing and no big deal also helps other people to understand without being alarmed. oftentimes we have to answer lots of questions but hell were literally doing system ask games rn we clearly do not mind answering questions. in the end singletsona and masking is only really used at interviews and situations we need to be careful in. otherwise this is no secret to anyone!!

47 Do you experience system-related amnesia? ohhh yeah we do. lots of it. our communication isnt the worst but we have a long way to go FOR SURE!! were working on it bit by bit every day but we definitely still have lots of moments where things are confusing and theres a lot of lost time and memory gaps

48 Share something weird a headmate has done! countless fucking things but to limit it to one i gotta go with that time we split a mark hoffman introject who was so fucking confused and the first thing he thought to do was grab one of our pocket knives and carve the shittiest spiral ive ever fucking seen and the words "fuck you mandy" on our door. like the door we use every day. the door that we should not be CARVING SHIT INTO. worst alter 0/10 the door still has the carvings and we just kinda have to live with it now

[kaxenart]

Further Doodling Upon Alternate Timelines

621 being the shittiest version of themself and not escaping perpetuating a cycle of destruction and, whoop, some coral survived. What's alive doesn't die easy. Deep in the worst sunk-cost fallacy ever unable to drop it. Definitely didn't kill everyone for nothing....

Dragging their ass back to Rubicon with their own pack of hounds.

The dog that wouldn't let go, the spark of war, the fires that haunt Rubicon.

*chews drywall* sometimes I like thinking about 621 growing into a better person like Walter and Ayre think they can and sometimes I like thinking about 621 being hopelessly unable to see themself as anything more than an attack dog even without their master.

Like a really homicidal Hachiko...

[freebooter4ever]

So you guys know i (try to) post daily doodles, and i have said before that i draw for about 2-3 hrs every night. BUT that also means i dont post about like 80-90% of the drawings i do each night. Today though, i've been thinking about A*I and my own relationship with drawing, and how utterly baffled i am that anyone would want to use it to like...draw for them..and how the concept that *tell a computer what art to do so i dont have to do it* is alien to me. So here's ALL the drawings i did tonight. The bottom one is the last one i did and the one i would normally post. And i want to talk about A*I without talking about good or bad end product. Because i dont care if im making the shittiest art in the universe - i still wouldn't use A*I. Not even as a ‘tool’.

If you've been around here for a while you know i have a love/hate relationship with my art. I write too, but writing doesnt make me so frustrated and angry that i want to throw my computer out a second story window. HOWEVER. There is a huge caveat to that anger.

It happens after.

You could look at it a little like hockey. Every game is fresh, right? I mean god knows the US made an entire movie about how every game is a new game and the odds could always fall in your favor no matter how stacked against you. So every drawing i go into it excited - like LOOK at that reference material, its gorgeous. The gesture is beautiful, the post is interesting, there is something about it that is just begging to be drawn. But then say you hit intermission in the hockey game and the opposing team scored a few points. And i step back and look at the drawing and realize i started to go wrong somewhere along the way. But its too late now, you gotta commit and keep going. And you do but somehow the final score is STILL 6 to 0 and thats when i want to flush all my art down the toilet and never look at it again. But its okay because the next drawing is going to start with a blank canvas and who cares what happened last time.

Ok maybe a bad example.

The product is never really what drives me to draw - i mean, sure i do like it a heck of a lot better when i have something /anything/ that i can post to show that im sticking with my everyday doodle. But its not a requirement to doodling. The process of drawing is always fun. Its when i come out of it and look at the stupid thing that im like ‘well fuck i fucked that one up again didnt i’, and THEN i get annoyed lol.

I dont sit there consumed with frustration over ‘gee i dont know what to draw’. This is never an issue. I HAVE TOO MUCH TO DRAW. Sometimes i avoid certain gifs/photos because in the back of my mind im like ‘yeah no, i havent leveled up that far yet, i cant do that justice’. But i dont want to admit the sheer number of images of geno alone i have saved. I think my biggest reference folder is still aoki and that has over two thousand screenshots - i dont think anyone will ever surpass that LOL. I have a never ending supply of practice art to be done.

The frustration comes when i have an image in my head and i want to get it down on paper so-to-speak (computer whatever). So - when im NOT using reference (or at least not an exact one) and am making an ‘illustration’ (ish). But again, the process isn't the issue. I like the act of drawing, i like the image in my head slowly taking shape, i like how vividly i can see it. Yall know how obsessed i am with personality - that's not just part of the drawing, that IS the drawing. And each deicision in the illustration is defined by the personality/character.

A computer can't fucking do this.

Could i maybe tell a computer ‘draw geno in the shower’. Sure. And it probably could. And if i didnt care about the process - if all i wanted was a very good drawing of geno in the shower....that probably would be fine. Maybe great even. Maybe it would be the best damn drawing of geno in the shower ever. And then i'd feel like shit because a machine is producing art that is more valuable to other people than mine ever will be. But holy fucking shit that ruins the entire POINT of drawing???? Why would you do that?

I mean, im sure yall can infer the entire point of the act of drawing geno in the shower. He's hot, he's wet. ANYWAY.

In my opinion, a person who wants the end product and doesn't care about the process of getting there....that person is not an artist. That person is someone who enjoys art, and probably thinks they have a lot of good ideas to make into art, but who doesn't feel that pull to make art themselves. They just want to buy art. And they want it cheap. And mindless computers being trained in seconds on the decades of creativity and hard work of art masters is a heck of a lot cheaper than a human.

And the hardest part of all this for me is how worthless this makes me feel - nobody wants you, they want that automatic button. Kinda like my dad that way (haha)

[junkdyke]

my friend Kimmy is the reason i have this blog. Back in 2011 when Tumblr was still "a secret" and she made me make one and told me not to tell anyone about the site. She's the reason I have my first tattoo. I always thought it was so cool that she already had one, a bird on her wrist. When her bf bought a machine on eBay, she convinced me to get on, inside my finger where I could hide it. I was going to get a music note until she doodled this tiny gingerbread man and I thought it was so cute, I decided to get that instead. We rode home on the bus together, she hugged me and yelled "Yes, you're finally tatted!!" I remember spending the summer riding our bikes all over the place, getting our shitty McDonalds and going to the library. The Ellen Hopkins books you'd let me borrow, and I still remember the first one you had me read was Tricks. When you told me about Thirteen, that's still one of my favorite movies and I've watched it over and over and over again, and I always think of you. The music video we made dancing to a My Chemical Romance song is still somewhere on Youtube. The band we started when I still used to write lyrics and we both wanted to be the lead singer. You were there when I fell to my knees after my evil boyfriend told me he got a girl pregnant. I smoked weed for the first time in your bedroom, and when your mom came in I did the shittiest job of playing it off. She thought I was the one that brought it. When we'd skip our history class because the teacher was a fucking creep, and go sit in the garden. When we sat there and you told me you thought I was pretty and that's you'd kiss me. When you would sniff everything before you tasted it, making that weird cute little face. I always thought you dressed so cool, with your band t shirts and fishnets and skirts, and I'm so happy I still have some of the shirts you gave me. And then we had a falling out and I'm just so grateful it didn't stay that way. We reconciled and even if we weren't ever as close as we had been for those 2 years, I was happy that we were friends again. That Sophomore year are some of my favorite memories. I forget so many things that have happened throughout my life, but that time is so vivid. That image of you sitting on the ground in the hallway crying over Garette's death haunts me, because it's like...had I known what would happen less than 15 years later. That I'd lose you too, that I'd cry that way too. I love you so much Kimmy, you were one of the absolute closest friends I've ever had in my life. And I miss you so much. Rest easy </3

[thebindingofpillo]

Apparently I can’t go five minutes without drawing my favourite boy.

(this started as a doodle in my sketchbook and I thought I could make it into something worthwhile, but the more I worked on it, the less I liked it. Wanted to make it a serious post with caption and everything, but it just didn’t click. Maybe I’ll revisit in the future)

Original sketch under the cut, picture as always taken with my phone and the shittiest lighting ever

I still think this is better than the finished product. Definetly gonna revisit in the future. Maybe in traditional art, even

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Golden III (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! Thank you so much for keeping up with this story. Here is the final part, I hope you enjoy! 

Word count: 4500

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Kakashi could safely say that he and Y/N had become friends over the following months, right after he decided to let her back into his life. They went to eat at restaurants together, and he spent time reading in her bookstore when he wasn’t off on a mission. After his missions, she was there waiting in her storefront waiting for him, regardless how dirty and worn down he was, she would hug him tight to her chest and thank him for coming back home safe. 

Things almost felt normal between them; the affection felt so good. Sometimes, he felt like he could just melt away at the soft touch of her fingers against his skin. They weren’t exactly the same as before, her hugs and touches here and there, but it was good enough for him. If anything, they were more than good enough, he longed for them.

The pair had more time together than ever, with her dreams coming in surplus as the time passed, more and more little things popping up each night. Any time he was home in his apartment, she would run over that evening to jump into his bed and tell him the latest information she had in her dreams. 

He always explained things the best he could, and she listened so intently, repeating certain things so she could remember them easier. It was a little difficult for her to process so much information at one time, and she often forgot things he taught her, but he never got frustrated. Whenever she would mess up, she’d just smile and ask him to please explain it again and he would, making sure to emphasize the important parts. It felt like they had all the time in the world together when in their little bubble. 

It was so soothing. He found himself slipping back in love with her so deeply, each day they had together only furthering the inevitable. It didn’t scare him as much anymore, the thought of falling for her again. Whether she got her memories back or not, she was still the same woman he knew before, he knew that now. She laughed at her own jokes and rambled on about books in her store. She giggled at inappropriate jokes like a little kid, and doodled flowers and animals in her notebooks. She wore her same old ink and coffee stained aprons as before, tied into a big bow along her waist. 

She was still his baby, and he was coming to terms with that. He welcomed her back into his life happily, and she matched the gesture.

Once again, she sat in his bed, her legs crossed in front of her and a notebook in her hands. For her sake, she started keeping a dream journal in which she wrote down every single dream she could remember and brought them to Kakashi to either learn more about or dismiss as just a regular nonsense dream. She flipped through the pages covered in her handwriting and doodles before coming to a stop on the most recent night’s visions.

“In this dream last night, I saw a huge man with white hair, like he was ginormous. He was in my store for some reason, looking at those books that you have on your shelf,” she told him, pointing at his favorite series of all. “He had on a lot of fishnets on his legs and arms, too, if that helps any. Do you know him?”

He nodded. “The book series is call Icha Icha and it’s a masterpiece. The man you saw is named Jiraiya, and he is the author of the series.” She corrected that in her notebook, and took down what the real information was. Writing some of the memories and facts down only helped to reinforce them in her head. “More importantly, he is also one of the Legendary Sannin. He trained with Lady Tsunade and Orochimaru.”

“Ohhhh, wow, okay. Every ninja has so much history in this village. It’s fun connecting the dots with you, Kakashi,” she told him, “It’s like we’re reading from a story book.”

“The ways of the five great nations and the shinobi are definitely interesting. Some terrible things happen, and some amazing ones do as well. Makes for some unique people.” 

Secretly, he was glad she liked to sit with him and go over all her memories, organizing and learning. She always wanted to know more and more, and each day she seemed to be growing slowly into a person he could call familiar. The way her eyes lit up at his stories, and her showing him little doodles in her notebook that she just couldn’t put into words: he loved being such a big part of her life. It always felt like she was so close to tipping over the edge, all that potential for her memories to come rushing back in at once. 

They never did, but she got so close so many times.

He still didn’t know what he was going to do if she did remember him again. He loved her, yes, but he had already made up his mind to distance himself enough that their relationship wasn’t intimate like before. He wanted her to be safe, that’s all he wanted. He couldn’t imagine another accident like this one ruining her life a second time

And so, he smiled and laughed with her. He let her give him hugs, but not too many. He struggled to control himself at times, to not let go and give her his everything like before. He kept his distance, but at least he could feel her warmth in the same room now. He knew a relationship would only lead to more pain, but they could be friends. Just friends. So long as he could make her happy even for a little while.

He noticed she had flipped the page to the next entry, and suddenly, she was fiddling with the edges of the paper, staring down at the words intently. “Is something wrong?”

She shook her head to snap out of her thoughts, raising her eyes to meet his. She was smiling, as usual, but he could tell it was fake. The sadness was creeping up her cheeks and showing in her eyes, the way they had lost their shine. “Yeah, um, this page is just nonsense, No use talking about it.”

“I’m sure it’s not. Any dream you have probably means something.”

She shook her head, swallowing down what she actually meant to say. “It’s just not something we need to talk about.”

“Ah,” he exhaled, his eyes taking in her disposition, an obvious change in the way she held herself. She’d lowered her eyes, and stroked the edge of her book, a tremor in her wrist. “It’s fine, Y/N. Whatever is good for you.” He wasn’t going to push. He was just here to give her knowledge and a friend during this rough patch. He wasn’t going to divulge in emotions that she obviously wanted to keep to herself. 

She scanned the next page for a more recent dream, but the last page had changed her tone. He sighed, nudging her thigh with his foot. “Let’s stop for today. I’m off tomorrow, you can come back when you’re feeling better.”

The woman nodded and brushed back a bit of loose hair that had come undone during their time together. She was just about ready to leave the apartment and head back to her own place. As she shut the book in her lap, she snuck another peek at his face, only to eyes with no words. As usual. He was always more into observing than speaking, and she was fine with that. She was more than talkative enough to fill the empty space. 

He just liked listening to her voice, seeing the way her lips moved. He wished she would stay for longer, continue talking to him and filling the empty place in his heart. 

“You’re probably right,” she mumbled. But he was not unaware of the way her lip quivered with each syllable falling from her lips. Nor did he miss the tears that had gathered at her waterline, that she kept from falling. It made him confused, the way he felt. He didn’t want her to get too close to him, but the thought of letting her leave his apartment about to burst into tears made him feel like shit. Recently, he was beginning to feel like one of the shittiest people alive.

He shifted from his spot lounging in the bed to reach out and grab onto her wrist, keeping her from leaving her seat just yet. “Y/N, tell me what’s wrong? You don’t have to pretend you’re not upset when you're around me, you know that right?”

“I-I know, but it’s just...I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I want to keep coming to see you like this, Kakashi,” she whimpered, pulling her wrist from his hold, as he wasn’t holding with any strength. “I don’t even want to talk to you anymore.” 

He felt a tug in his chest from fear. He never expected to hear those words from her. Not with her like this and not before either. He thought they got along. He was really trying to make things easier for her. He wanted to go back and fix whatever he had done so she would want him again. He felt sick, knowing she didn’t need him now, or even want him.

“What do you mean?” he asked calmly, despite the storm brewing in his chest. 

She turned away from him, squeezing her eyes shut to keep the tears from overflowing. They dripped into her lap and stained her work skirt. She had to bite her lip to keep her herself from crying out, so sad it burned in her chest right above her heart. Minutes passed of her harsh breaths and his eyes trailed on her weak figure, lips just ajar. He wanted to apologize, to tell her he was sorry for whatever he had done, sorry for everything possible. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and promise that he would never let anything happen to her ever again.

But he would never do that. She wouldn’t let him. Not with the way things were.

Eventually, she found the breath to speak. “I keep having more and more dreams about you. About us. I just can’t keep coming here and acting like none of that stuff ever happened, Kakashi, and that’s what you want me to do.”

“Y/N-”

“On that page that I skipped, I had a dream written down, and it was one of the longest memories I’ve had so far. I just can’t stop thinking about it,” she cried, furiously bringing the heels of her palms up to her eyes and wiping away the bitter tears from her eyes that stung when she blinked. “We were younger, and you were holding me. We were sitting on a bench by some trees and there was rain falling and I just remember crying so hard, I just couldn’t stop crying. I remember the pain in my chest and the way my lungs burned struggling for air.”

He nodded, and he felt like he knew what memory she was recalling, but he would let her finish. She continued to cry into her hands, her arms shaking as they curled into her body. She lifted her legs to the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around them, hugging anything she could to her quivering form. 

“And-And, you were just hugging me and I remember feeling so comfortable in your arms, like that is where I was supposed to be all the time. I loved you, Kakashi. I loved you so much, and I could feel it, this warmth in my chest that made me know things would be okay. That whatever was going on would resolve itself,” she confessed, “And then, you...you kissed me. I-I couldn’t tell if it was the first time, but I remember how special it was to me. I remember not wanting it to be over. 

“I keep getting back my memories, and it’s making me fall in love with you all over again. And I know that you don’t want to be in a relationship with me anymore. It just hurts. I think maybe if I could just get away from you it wouldn’t be so bad. I feel so stupid telling you how I feel- how those memories with you felt,” Y/N explained, wiping more soppy wet tears away. She could tell her eyes were puffy and red at this point from crying so much, and that just made her feel worse on top of everything else. “Kakashi, I’m just so sorry for doing this to you.”

“Damn, I’m an asshole,” the man cursed, pressing his face into the crook of his arm, shame pouring off his skin in waves. “Stop saying sorry for something you can’t help. You’ve literally never done a single thing wrong in your entire life. Just stop that.”

“Kakashi-”

“Y/N, I’m still so in love with you. I just couldn’t give up on you, even if you being with me means you’re constantly in danger of an attack like the one that happened months ago, I just can’t let you go,” he told her, exasperation heavy in his voice. He was just so tired with everything. He was tired of these emotions. It never used to be like this, long before he met her. He was cold and hard, and she turned him into the softie, perverted ninja that he was. After all this time, he was only a human like everyone else. He had these selfish desires like everyone else. “I just miss you, baby.”

She felt her heart race at the term of endearment, at the sweet words he said, at the declaration of love. Even though she didn’t know everything about him, and there were so many bits and pieces missing from her mind, she still cared about him. She still felt her heart beat just a little faster when he was around. She cared about him. After everything that happened, she still loved him. 

“I need you in my life, Y/N. I know things have changed, but it’s the truth. I’ve gotten too used to you being around, I don’t know if I’d be able to do it without you.”

Yes, he was rough around the edges, everyone is. But to her, he was already perfect. She didn’t need to know everything because it didn’t matter. He was charming, thoughtful, and equal parts humorous. He made her eyes light up with joy and her knees weak. He was the type of man she could only dream of being with, and here they were, confessing their love for the second time. 

“Kakashi?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

She crawled up to where he sat against the wall, mask still up over his nose as usual. Carefully, with hesitation in her shaky hands, she reached to pull down the cloth. His unmasked face had appeared in her dreams on more than one occasion so it wasn’t like this was the first time he was revealing himself to her. Still, she felt like this was a moment she should savor. 

She pulled down the mask, and his face was just as handsome as she imagined. She let her hands rest on his cheeks, thumbs running over his cheekbones, and he relaxed into her touch. Softly, she pressed her lips to his, and a cozy warmth filled her entire being. This is what she was missing out on. Absolutely tragic.

When she pulled away, all she could see was a dopey smile across his lips and starry eyes peering down at her. “I missed that, Y/N.”

“I missed it too,” she breathed out, so intoxicated by the kiss she could barely think. It wasn’t anything serious just a peck on the lips but to her, it meant the entire world.

Maybe she would never recover every single memory she had. Maybe things would stay the way they are. That would be okay with her, so long as they had each other to lean on. He could tell her all his stories another time, just so she could understand, but the love would always be there. 

_________

A few months passed before she found herself waking up in the morning, thoughts rushing through her head quickly, heavily in her mind. Memories of her friends and family, the village, each little piece of trivia she had been missing out on consuming her thoughts. She placed a hand over her eyes and groaned, a headache pounding in the back of her skull, despite her joy that more of the holes had been filled in her mind.

Y/N leaned over onto her side, propped up on her elbow. On her bedside table lay a few pain pills and a glass of water, something she kept there regularly. The intense dreams often brought on pain in the mornings, as if she’d been drinking all night long. After a bit of the pain subsided, she would head down to her bookstore and get ready for a day's work, like usual. Just because she went through trauma did not mean she could slack off. Time is money as they say, and books would always be selling in this bustling village.

She stood from the bed and threw on one of her plain brown dresses, complete with a once baby pink apron, now stained beyond belief with things she just could not scrub out with a brush, heavy black ink and wine and coffee. Money was tight, and she wasn’t just going to go out and buy herself new clothes, when these were perfectly wearable.

As she walked around her home, she straightened her hair just enough to look decent and heated up a kettle of boiling water on the stove, a couple bags of black coffee steeping inside. The caffeine would only further remedy her headache, she sighed, pouring herself a cup for the morning. 

Downstairs, her bookstore waited for her, lights off and shelves properly stocked and readied from the night before. Kakashi had been over helping her clean up and put up her latest shipment. He was more serious about alphabetical order than she was, and she found it hilarious when he would switch around two books she misplaced. She flipped on the register, turned the open sign and switched the lights on, ready for a few stray customers to walk in, usually the older people who woke up at this time of day.

Hours passed, and villagers visited one after the other, asking her for suggestions and help on where to find something that they were looking for. It was relaxing, and all the while she continued to sip her coffee, feeling her headache completely melt away.

It was around noon when she was greeted with one of her friends. That young girl Sakura who helped heal her while she was in the hospital. Y/N remembered a lot of things about her at this point down to her hopeless crush on a rogue ninja and her tiniest insecurities that she’d once confided in her. It was nice to have a girl to talk to. The village girls came by now and then, and she enjoyed their company as well, but there was something about these individualistic, unique shinobi that just drew her in.

She loved this village. It was her home, and she loved everyone within it. 

“Y/N, wanna go get some lunch with me? It’ll only be an hour and it’s on me,” she asked cheerily, and Y/N couldn’t deny such a nice request. After all, having her meal paid for would probably mean more money than sitting around in her shop. She shut off the lights, flipped the sign and locked the door. 

“Where do you want to go? Pick any place.”

Wow. Y/N was getting the special treatment today, it seemed. Free lunch of her choice wherever she wanted. There wasn’t a price limit either. She felt like she was on top of the world. “Wanna go get dango?”

“If that’s what you want, Y/N-chan.”

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please. I’ve been craving something sweet. You know Kakashi isn’t the biggest fan, so we don’t go too much.” 

“Of course. I’ve been craving some anmitsu myself.”

The pair walked over to the sweet dumpling store and sat around for just about an hour, as Sakura said, munching on their red bean and sugar syrup desserts, just talking about anything and everything going on. Sakura was getting closer to finding Sasuke and bringing him home, and she was honing her medical ninjutsu even more. She was quite versatile with her strength and desire to care for others. Y/N really admired the girl. 

She was the other side of the coin opposed to Y/N’s moments of weakness. It wasn’t like she was jealous, she was just amazed at the sheer talent. Kakashi, Yamato, Naruto, Sakura, all so talented. It was amazing. Pride bubbled up in her chest for her friends.

“Y/N, how’s it been with Kakashi?”

The woman snapped out of her thoughts and peered back up at the pink haired kunoichi, twirling a wooden skewer in her fingers. “It’s been great. He really is a wonderful man. Intelligent, charming, romantic, helpful. Everything you could want, really.”

“I see. Well, I’m really happy you guys could work through what happened, even if you didn’t get all your memories back,” Sakura hummed happily, finishing the last bite of agar on her plate. 

Y/N sighed, a dreamy smile on her face. She placed her cheek in her palm and trailed her eyes down to the table again. “I don’t think it really ever mattered whether I got my memories back or not. I’m still the girl he fell in love with and he’s the man I spent all those years chasing after. He can tell me everything over again, but really, it was our personalities that drew us together.”

Sakura smiled, feeling her heart turn to mush at the thought of such a deep love. She stood from the table and waved for Y/N to follow her. There was just one more place they had to go before she could go back to work. “Follow me. I have to show you something.”

Y/N followed as she normally did. Secretly, she liked hanging out with Sakura and skipping work. The store was tiresome and often boring when customers were few far and inbetween. It was refreshing to get lunch with a friend and waste sunlight together. She had a lot of free time anyway. Kakashi wasn’t going to be around for the next few days. He’d informed her yesterday that he had a mission for 2 days in the next village over. 

And apparently, he was going with the two boys from Team Eight…

Then how come Y/N just saw them walking down the street with that Hyuga girl?

Plans must have changed, Y/N thought to herself. Maybe he went with some other chunin for this one, she decided and continued to follow her friend through the streets of the village. They passed by store  after store and walked through alleyways on the way to wherever they were going. 

Sakura walked slowly enough that Y/N could keep up. Some tendons never healed themselves, and she walked with a sort of limp, but nothing hurt. With all this walking, Y/N was suspecting that Sakura must have something big to show her. They eventually ended up walking through the woods a bit to end up at the training grounds, the one with the huge waterfall that crashed loudly in her ears. 

Birds were chirping and bees buzzed around by her feet. She turned around to see Sakura standing there with her hands clasped in front of her, just a tiny bit of red dusting her cheeks. “Sakura, what did you want to show me?”

“Y/N.” A voice called from behind, and she turned back to the waterfall to see Kakashi walking up with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Her brows raised and her head fell to the side in confusion.

“Kakashi, I thought you were supposed to be on a mission. I-I saw those two boys walking around the village and thought you went with someone else.”

“I kinda lied about the mission. I just needed to prepare something.”

“Ah, okay. So what is this about?”

He stood in front of her now, merely a couple feet away. “I know that these past few months have been really hard for you,” he began, taking a second to think of the next words he was about to say. Y/N could only stare up at him in wonder. This entire situation was out of the ordinary for sure. “I didn’t think we could work through our issues, and I didn’t know if it was right for us to even be together knowing what my curse had done to you.”

“Kakashi, it’s okay.”

“Y/N, these past few years have been some of the best of my entire life. I never thought that I would be able to find comfort in someone as beautiful and kind as you. I thought I was destined to be alone forever because of the things I had done. But then I found you.”

He pulled one of his hands from his pocket, and held out a little brown bag to her, urging for her to take it. 

When she opened the pouch and tipped it into her hand, a shiny ring fell into her soft palm. She felt her heartbeat race in her chest, and she pressed her free hand to her chest to steady herself. “Kakashi...”

He shifted his weight onto one foot, his lips cracking into the smallest of smiles. 

“What do you say? You and me, making memories for the rest of our lives? Ones you'll always remember?” he asked softly, staring down at the woman he had come to love more than anything else in this entire world. 

She lifted her hand from her chest to take the ring and slide it on her finger, staring at it on her hand and watching the gemstone glimmer and change color with the sunlight. It was so gorgeous and bright, it shined like the sun sat on her finger. The thought of Kakashi picking this out for her made the ring even prettier. 

It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Tears filled her eyes at his words, and she could only nod, no words coming to her head that made any sense. All she could feel was love burning through her body and happiness threatening to overflow. She threw her arms around his neck and threw herself against him, laughter sounding from her lips. He wrapped her up in his arms and let her cry into his shoulder, sobs and giggles mixing together.

Yeah, maybe he had to wait a few more months than he wanted to, but that never mattered; they had all the time in the world. 

Their love was special. Their love was golden.

[ugh-tsumu]

Oikawa and Kuroo crushing on you headcanons

@the-real-comically-insane: headcannons for kuroo and oikawa? Or flirting headcannons? 👉🏼👈🏼 it’s ok if ur busy also luv you bunches hope you’re taking care of yourself!

-> a/n. My flirting skills? Zero HAHAHAHA I actually had to talk to some of my guy friends who kinda resonate with these boys. Idk if these are accurate heheh. I love you as well, Viv! Please take care always <333

Also tried the banner thing! Does it look cool? Let me know or smthng hehe

-> characters. Oikawa Tōhru and Kuroo Tetsurō

-> Kuroo Tetsurō

Nothing much changed even when he realized he likes you.

Except that he's trying to be more involved in your life now.

When he sees you at the bench with your friends, he goes near you guys and just smoothly talks his way out and before you knew it, he's besties with your besties already 🥺

The type who would gladly teach you the stupid science homework after class, who would pass secret messages to you that are ripped from the edges of his notebook during classes, writing a corny joke inside

or like, doodling the shittiest Kenma doodle the world has ever seen <///3

Also the type who would like to go out with you and your friends or his friends since he's very careful of not letting you feel comfy.

Doesn't even stress out the fact that he can't have you alone! He genuinely just love it when you're around

He'd be so stoked when you tell him you're visiting his club after class!

Totally nervous but would act cool at the same time, resulting to a very calm-headed and 'professional' Kuroo during practice.

So composed that it freaks the Nekoma out.

he's not really the jealous type also, you know.

It's because he knows you're not interested.

Watch him mockingly lift his eyebrows with a boyish grin on his lips as he watch stupid boys (who clearly don't have a chance) hit on you. Like, "Oh? You're interested with them?" then he scoffs LOL.

Confession can happen.

Not that grand but he definitely prepared for it.

By preparing, I mean mentally.

It's not that he can't deal with the heartbreak if things turn sour. It's just...the thought of you getting awkward with him, avoiding him and all, and dissolving the friendship in the process as well just doesn't sit well with him.

😩😩😩

And before he knew it, his supposedly 'prepared confession' becomes so spontaneous.

Like, suddenly blurting it out while cleaning the room after class, or saying it while walking towards the bus station, or like, he accidentally mutters it while eating at the convenience store, or like asking to see you at nine in the evening at your gate OR OR OR he'd sneak you out from the prom.

-> Oikawa Tōhru

OH HE'S VERY VOCAL.

AND VERY TOUCHY.

The whole campus knows he's in to you at this point.

But whether he's tripping or telling the truth, that, no one can answer.

Well, maybe except the Seijoh 4 but they never confirmed or denied it.

Anyways! Oikawa would be the type who would hug you surprisingly when he sees you at the hallway.

Or the type who would hold your hand in surprise. Or a friendly wrap on the shoulder, anything so homie vibe

But don't worry, he stops when he senses you don't like it or you're uncomfy with it. He can't risk having you turned off, you know?

He's also the type who would scream your name at the top of his lungs when you pass by.

He's all, "Y/N, HELLO! HOW ARE YOU?" and when you try to ignore him, he's, "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVEN IF YOU DON'T RESPOND!"

The type who would meddle with you and your friends. "What? You and your friends are going karaoke this Saturday? What a coincidence! Iwa-chan is in the mood for singing! Why don't we all sing together this Saturday?"

When he knows you're visiting his club after classes, HE'S SO STOKED!

informs literally EVERY MEMBER about you

Even coach!

And like, is purposely trying to be a captain during practice.

"Kunimi-chan, that toss was so good!" "Oikawa-san, I spiked. It was you who tossed." "Oh, haha. Man, I'm so cool 😏😏😏."

As for his fans? Man, IDK.

He's got them on a leash.

No one's been asking you or harassing you about him. I have no clue whatever he did.

Jealousy?

Pfft. VERY. But he tries to hide it from you.

"Oh? They like you, Y/N? pfft. No biggie. We're twinnies since I like you, too, ig."

He may be very cool when you're around but when you aren't?

And coincidentally, he bumps into the person who is interested in you?

He's all cocky, taking advantage of his built, height, and popularity.

"Eh? So you're the one who likes Y/N, too, huh?" And like, he starts bragging and the rest of the Seijoh 4 just start to cringe.

Confession?

Is there a need for that, really?

He's been very vocal, what's there to confess?

All I see is that his ily's get more and more sincere each time. Like, when you ask him if he's really certain that he likes you or he's just tripping or bored, he has this soft eyes on while looking at you with the most adorable grin,

"I told you over and over, Y/N-chan. I like you."

[roguish-gallery]

Rogues + Internet/Social Media HCs!

Hello!!! this was requested by @geniusbee I struggled a bit with the initial prompt, so I kinda broadened the question, I hope you don’t mind! Once I got the ball rolling with this one, it was super fun to work on! Thank you again for your request!

If anyone wants to, feel free to send me send me more requests! I’d love to do more of these!

Everything is under the Read More bc this got LONG AS FUCK. (Slight TW for sexual references!)

Bane:

Doesn’t use social media. point blank

He’ll surf the web mostly for research or for communication purposes, but that’s mostly it... That being said sometimes he DOES look up stuff for fun because he’s a naturally curious guy who had limited access to education for the first 20-ish years of his life. It sends him down a rabbit hole of researching weird shit and sometimes you’ll catch him up at 4:00 am looking up how bread was made in Ancient Rome or what Cock and Ball Torture is bc he heard Joker say it once and he’s never EVER fucking heard of those words strung together like that before

Also… his fingers are simply too beefy for most keyboards. Dude tryna sit down and send Scandal Savage some fun cookie recipes she could try with her GF like

 Catwoman:

Not a lot to say here but tbh she probably has the most normal internet habits of everyone. Helps to promote cat shelter’s web pages, and will use some light hacking to find the locations of fur factories and animal abusers but that’s mostly it?

If she isn’t already an influencer, she has definitely considered it. Will sometimes post selfies of her wearing stolen jewelry just to flex. Has a legion of simps.

Clayface

Unknowingly gets into kin drama without trying to

He has... so many theather blogs, musical blogs, and obscure film blogs... someone help him... somehow he regularly adds shit to ALL OF THEM. 

He’s that one bitch who hoards all the canon URLs and there’s nothing you can fucking do to stop him.

Harley Quinn:

Her computer is slow and buggy as shit because she’s got so many viruses from trying to download flash games. Edward refuses to fix her computers at this point because he knows it’s a lost cause.

She vlogs sometimes, actually! And she’ll drag her hyenas or any of the rogues/batfam/GCPD she’s hanging out with atm into it.

She likes to go onto anxiety or depression forums and anonymously leave nice, helpful advice :)

Joker:

Mostly on the dark web, doing… things that you do on the dark web...

If he’s ever on the clean web I promise it’s only to start kin drama or to dm fucked up shit to random people he finds.

Has been known to catfish when the mood strikes him

Also? He jumps onto RP forums and either plays the SHITTIEST Batman, or an eerily accurate Batman.

Killer Croc:

He likes looking up funny videos online!!! Also! Art tutorials!!

He likes to post his artwork online under a pseudonym. He doesn’t expect anyone to really pay attention to his work, but it’s always a very pleasant surprise when someone likes or leaves a nice comment on his art.

 He genuinely cherishes all of his followers and the kind interactions he shares with them.

Mad Hatter:

It’s just hat porn and hentai. I’m sorry.

Mr. Freeze:

Normal internet habits tbh. Doesn’t really go on the internet that often because he doesn’t particularly care about keeping up to date with what’s happening.

He used to have a Facebook where he’d post pictures of himself and Nora, but he can’t really do that anymore due to obvious reasons.

Penguin:

Lightly dabbles in dark web shit (for business purposes) but otherwise he’s like an old man on the internet. Checks the stock market and shit. Responds to his emails in a timely manner. He keeps track of everyone’s internet presence but that’s mostly because he enjoys drama and he doesn’t want to be out of the loop in case Eddie starts something again and he needs to know WHY Jervis and Pamela can’t be in the Iceberg at the same time without trying to kill each other.

He REFUSES to make a social media account for the Iceberg Lounge!!!! It is too classy for that!!!

Other than that, though… don’t tell anyone… but he keeps some tabs open on some 🥺🥺🥺 some bird forums and uh 🥺🥺🥺 m🥺🥺🥺 maybe some blogs he has that are all about Jane Austen and Star Trek: The Next Generation 🥺🥺🥺🥺 n-not like he LIKES Star Trek, though!!

Also in Batman #448 it shows that him and Batman canonically play chess with each other online and you know what? That’s cute as hell so I’m gonna say that they still do that.

Poison Ivy:

Surprising no one… she mostly blogs about botany

Will ONLY go onto other parts of the internet to like and share Harley, Selina, or Waylon’s posts and THAT'S IT!!!!

She is not above getting petty in the comment section!! If she finds a video of some clown over-watering their ferns she will absolutely let them know and she will not be polite about it.

Riddler:

Canonically has the best hookup and 100% is the most active online. Like yeah he does a lot of hacking shit but he uses the internet for legit stuff too.

PURPOSEFULLY looks himself up and will argue with anyone who talks smack about him on literally any of the search results. He WILL remember your username and he WILL publicly mock you for it when he freezes your laptop or when he takes over the broadcasting waves in Gotham again.

You KNOW he has a social media account for everything. He WILL talk about how smart and sexy he is and he WILL get around any attempts made to get him blocked, suspended, or banned. 

“You fool… I have 70  A L T E R N A T I V E  A C C O U N T S”

He is the self-proclaimed tech-guru of the Rogues. He WILL harass you if you are using the wrong web browser or if you have TOO MANY FUCKING TABS OPEN FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

He calms down somewhat once he becomes a P.I. He’ll take selfies at crime scenes and livestream himself when he’s finding clues or chasing someone down! He’s absolutely obsessed with it and he gets super popular. He knows that he shouldn’t broadcast himself solving crimes... but... the clicks... the views... his stans...

Enjoys gaming and modding whenever he has free time.

Scarecrow:

He hasn’t been in a classroom in years but if you looked at his internet habits you would think he’s still teaching psychology at Gotham U. Responds to emails responsibly (but NOT on weekends or after 10 pm!!)

Probably wouldn’t blog these days, but when he was younger he had a page where he would discuss his psychology work.

He mostly uses the internet for research or to order chemicals but he’ll often get swept up in some inane message chain with Harley and Eddie and he HATES IT.

He has like two dozen tabs open on his computer because he forgets about them and even though some of the tabs have been there for so long that he GENUINELY can’t remember why they were there, he keeps them because it makes Edward break into hives every time he tries to watch what he’s doing online. Giving Edward Nygma anxiety sweats is easy and free and should be done often.

Two-Face:

He uses incognito mode… whenever he needs to google embarrassing questions…

He likes to peruse the dark web but sometimes he enjoys hopping onto r/legaladvice and r/relationships and reads that shit like it's the Sunday paper.

If he’s bored or is having a bad mental day, he likes to look up all the Google doodle games that Google keeps archived. they’re all really cute and are a lot of fun to goof around with whenever he’s wanting to play something light and quick!

[ebhenah]

Time travel au blurb that won’t ever make it into the actual fic:

She stared at the box, her face a mask of confusion. She looked so much like Keith in that moment that Shiro had to laugh, which earned him a glare that did roughly nothing to dissipate the resemblance. Her weight shifted to the other leg and she bent her knee, poking the box with her toe. “Explain, please.”

“There’s a Meet and Greet,” he said, fighting the urge to giggle, and failing. She flipped him off and he managed to rein himself in. Taking a breath, he continued, “you are expected to make an appearance. I’ve been told that it is vital to you getting Diplomatic Status.”

“But,” Lia said, nudging the box with her toe again. The steel toed boots were surprisingly stylish, but still heavy and bulky and didn’t exactly make it seem any less likely that she believed the box to be filled with venomous snakes rather than clothing. “I don’t WANT Diplomatic Status. I suck at diplomacy- why won’t you people believe me about that?”

“Oh, I believe you. Allura believes you. We all BELIEVE you, but it’s still your best bet. You DO still want security clearance, right?”

She sighed, “yeah.”

“Then Diplomatic Status is the fastest way to get that. You’ll be representing the Alteans on the Lilliput, so Allura is invested.”

“I’m going to look like an idiot,” she huffed, “I don’t DO fancy.”

“Not buying it, sorry. I’ve seen too many home movies to believe that.”

“I really hate that Lance figured out that his voice match unlocked allllll the home movies and photos.” Uncrossing her arms, she shrugged and opened the box, “ohhh no! Nope! Not putting this on my body.”

“Lia, it’s not that bad.”

“Yes it is.”

“It’s a perfectly lovely dress. Adam helped pick it out.”

“Traitor,” she hissed, “he’s dead to me.”

“For the love of- you two have to STOP with the whole ‘dead to me’ joke. It’s really not funny. We are still at war...”

“Which is why it is funny,” she insisted, ”it’s fucking hilarious... and I do NOT wear dresses.” She rummaged through the box, hoping that the dress was a gag. A misdirect. She did not find a tailored suit, or any kind of pants at all, for that matter. She did, however, find a pair of heels that looked like torture devices- all sparkly straps and thin, tiny spike heels. “Stilettos? I don’t wear heels- especially not open-toed, rhinestone encrusted strappy heels. This is a mess!”

“It’s one night...”

“No. I’m NOT putting this on. I don’t know why Allura thought I would- I didn’t even wear a dress when I got MARRIED. I haven’t worn a dress in over a decade, Shiro- and even then it was for a pretend tea party with Esme.”

“I’m not sure there’s time-”

“I just won’t go.”

“Again, this is the fastest way to get what you want. It’s one night. One party.”

“I can’t fight in this,” she said levelly, holding the dress to her frame to illustrate her point. It WAS a lovely dress- creamy white satin overlaid with lace in a purple so dark it would look black against anything but that white. It was simple, a column gown with cap sleeves, square neck-line, and a long slit up one side of the skirt. It would look amazing on her. Adam and Allura were so thrilled about finding something so flattering that wasn’t fussy or hyper-feminine. “Especially not on my tiptoes. Shoes are meant to PROTECT the foot, not... whatever the hell those things do!”

“Those ‘things’ make your legs look nice... and I doubt you will have to fight- it’s a party.”

“You know what makes my legs look nice? Wrapping them around the head of a beautiful woman. That makes them look fucking AMAZING!”

Shiro groaned, “I really didn’t need that image, Lia.”

“Yeah, well I really didn’t need,” she toed the box again, “ANY of this!”

“It’s a party, Lia,” he tried again, “you like parties- I know this for a fact. Sure, it is fancy, but it is still just a party. You know, a very high security party.”

“Look at my face and guess how much that reassures me. Do you have any idea how many fights I’ve gotten into at parties?”

“It’s not that kind of party, Lia.”

“Yes, it really is, Shiro. You don’t know my life!” Dropping the dress back into the box, she made a gesture that ringed her face, “BAD at the whole diplomacy thing, remember?”

“Well,” he prompted, “do you have any BETTER options at hand?”

“I... actually, I just might!”

“Oh, this should be good,” he muttered, following her out of the room and down the hall to... actually, he had no idea what that particular room was. He didn’t spend as much time in Lia’s family’s quarters as the others did.

“Ryung’s room,” she explained, gesturing to the barren space. He looked around as she disappeared into the closet. There were clear outlines on the walls that indicated that they’d been plastered in posters at one point, and several empty instrument and music stands. A bin of wires and circuit boards sat near a small desk that was covered in marker doodles and notes.

“Awww YEAH! It’s still here!” There was some rustling, the sound of a zipper, and a couple of clunks that he guessed were her boots. “I fucking LOVE Altean clothes! Made to accommodate shapeshifters soooo... Alfie’s old shit fits me!”

She stepped out of the closet and did a little pirouette, “tada! Do you know what this is?”

“Uh... it looks KIND OF like something Coran would wear? Other than the uh... shirt... thing.”

“The shirt thing is a corset, Shiro,” she tsked, picking some kind of lint off of her cuff. She was wearing tight black leggings that had a gold strip up the outside of the legs. The boots she pulled on over them were deep purple edged in gold and extended up over her knees, the highest point of the gentle slope sitting at about mid-thigh. The stylized cut of the Altean coat fell longer in the back than he’d seen, reminding him a little of the old ‘tails’ style of tuxedo coats. The high, stylized collar was that same deep purple edged in gold, and the rest of the coat was black with gold highlights. He could see the lining when she moved, and the pale lavender was almost the exact shade as her skin and matched the gloves she was wearing.

“You look...ummm...”

“Kind of like a sexy lesbian pirate? Why, yes... I very much DO,” she laughed, “but actually, this is official garb for the royal house of Altea. Or, at least, it is back in my timeline. There’s this whole thing where the Crown Heir creates a custom palette that represents their station and is made official by Royal decree... yadda, yadda, yadda... BUT the important thing is that HERE, there is no Alfie and no Alfie means no Crown Prince and THAT means that this glorious creation is just a very, very well made formal Altean suit. Completely appropriate for me to wear to a gala.”

“Uh-huh, so you just need a shirt, then,” he sighed. Adam would be livid that she rejected the ‘perfect gown’ they’d picked out for her, but at least Lia would BE THERE. So, fine. Whatever. Sexy pirate Altean whatever. He wasn’t fighting with her anymore. She could be so exhausting... it was as if she could summon the most frustrating traits of all four of the people that contributed to her genesis- and annoyingly ‘stubborn and willful’ were traits they ALL had a tad too much of.

“Ummm... I HAVE a shirt,” she pointed at the corset.

“That’s underwear... isn’t it?” 

“Ehhh yes and no. It’s either. But, hey, it’s black satin. It looks nice and formal. This is what I’m wearing.”

“Sure. Okay. Just... send a pic to Adam and Allura so you don’t blindside them.”

“Will do. Ooooh! You think I can wear the ceremonial SWORD?? I saw it in the back of the closet...”

He stared at her, her whole face absolutely alight at the possibility. He didn’t even know why he was surprised. Keith’s kid. She was Keith’s kid. Of COURSE she had a thing for swords. “It’s a PARTY,” he repeated, not really sure why she couldn’t grasp this concept.

“Yeah,” she sighed, her face melting into a pout, “a sword is way too obvious. Blaster it is. I can hide that easy in this coat.”

“Lia!”

“What?”

“A PARTY!”

“Yeah?”

“No weapons. Leave the weapons to the security detail.”

“But-”

“No BUT! No. No weapons. Got it?”

“I’m pretty sure I should be armed,” she countered. “My history suggests that I sho-”

“Lia! This is not your original timeline! Noooo weapons. Leave it to your security detail.”

“Wait... MY security detail? I have a specific security detail?”

“Yep,” he turned on his heel and exited the room. He wasn’t supposed to let that detail slip.

She jogged after him, “Shibo? Shiiiiiiiiibo? Do you know who my security detail is?”

“Hmmm? Oh, wow- look at the time. I’m sure you have... uh... hair? and umm make-up to do? You’re Lance’s kid so... like some kind of face mask maybe? And uhh... I still need to get ready.”

“Shiro...” She stopped, eyeing him suspiciously. “No. Oh God, please NO! It can’t be... he’s like one of the shining stars of the whole...” her shoulders sank, “seriously?? GRIFFIN! I hate that guy!”

“Yeah- I know. It wasn’t my decision. Blame Iverson.” He waved as he ducked out the door, “see you in a couple of hours!”

She growled to herself, kicking the wall. This was going to be the shittiest fucking party ever... “I’m getting that goddamn sword,” she muttered to herself. “Griffin will HATE that.”

[jisungism]

ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS

- pairing: hyunjin x reader - genre: fluff (idk this thing i low key hate it) - word count:793 - warning: n/a - a/n: this is literally the shittiest piece of writing i’ve ever done but here’s my inspiration from 2am when i should be sleeping oops but here is a shy oc and a pretty boy! hyunjin + also i suck at long writing so sorry this is crappy oof

it was a warm summer night, the tangent smell of the thick air was apparent from your position on your brick tiled roof, mixing in with the sweet smell of your cinnamon tea. this was a place where you came to think, and ponder endlessly on your day. needless to say, if your parents ever found out, they would probably kill you, but you didn’t really care. this wasn’t really an act of rebellion, it’s just your soft profile loved watching the different sunsets each day, the red and yellow hues imprinting on your black irises, mirrored in their glaze.

this was usually a solitary experience, just you and, on good days, your notebook. in here you sketched your day, almost like overlaying your memories on paper. you flicked carefully though the rough pages, soft fingers tracing the contours of a familiar face that you had been drawing for the past week. you weren’t very good with expressing your feelings, so you drew and drew until your feelings had somewhat calmed.

you let out a long sigh, legs dangling slowly from the roof, tapping a beat against the underneath wall. why did it have to be him. why. he had enough love already, enough people fawning over him, and he didn’t care. in secret, you wished that you actually had the courage to confess for once.

your cinnamon tea steamed aromatically in its thermos as you brought it up to your lips for a long sip. this was comfort drink, a treat to your day, and the taste, sweet and firm, reminded you of young love.

your stream of thoughts were suddenly torn though as the one voice that you were trying not to think off the whole evening sounded oh so melodically in your ears

“hey y/n! Mrs Choi said you had an assignment for m-  wait what are you doing up there”

you froze.

“shhhhhh- my parents are home” you managed to whisper-shout to a perplexed hyunjin, who was looking at your form quizzically.

you stood up carefully from your position and peered over the gutter, hyunjin was standing underneath your house, rosy cheeked, hair untamed, serene eyes glowing. these were the small things that you loved about him, it wasn’t necessarily about his looks, or his charisma, it was the care and effort he put into everything, how he he handled loss.

“can i come up?” hyunjin asked, still hopping underneath the roof you grinned, “sure, the ladders by the side, even though u don’t know why you need it, your so tall  i’m pretty sure you can climb over the windows anyway” “oh shut up”

-

the night passed peacefully, the sun was beginning to set. you sat next to each other, finding a comfortable solace in your silence. you shared out your cinnamon tea in the thermos, sipping on it occasionally, the sweet note clouding your senses. hyunjin was doodling on a piece of homework, feet tapping the wall to the beat of some calm music he put on his phone. you wished that all your days could be like this, young love in this small neighbourhood, finding comfort in each other’s arms, soft lips and supple hands, wildflowers and the small hint of lemonwater lingering.

your eyes studied the profile of the beautiful boy to your right. hyunjin was beautiful, to say the least. his face was porcelain smooth, eyes shining, rosy lips set in a permanent, albeit soft smile, which reminded you of the early autumn. his aura was a crisp fresh blue, the kind of blue you get in the azure sea depths, deep below.

your hand started to draw.

you didn’t even need to look at his face to create your piece, your memories were forever flooded with his smile, his laugh, the way his eyes lit up.

“are you....drawing me?” a soft voice sounded from your right, igniting the spark in your soul, blazing yellow and gold in the night.

in that second, you made a discussion to confess, you weren’t going to torture yourself any longer.

“i-“ “y/n”

you froze.

a bee flew by, it’s buzzing penetrating the silence of the ink black sky.

you lowered your eyes, heart and soul sinking as you realised what you had done.

then hyunjin spoke,

“ what is beauty to you?” “to me?” “yes”

you fidgeted, hands tracing the tile

hyunjin saw that and took them into his own, overturning your palm and tracing the lines of your soft hand.

“what if i told you it was you?”

-

and then the spark in your gear ignited the sky, erupting into a myriad of oranges, flames blazing through the inky black of the night, mirroring your soul.

this was young love

[whereiputtheotherstuff]

Requested by hayleychr :  Okay so Connor x reader where they go on a date and do Christmas in the park and exchange gifts!

You can also read my other festive Connor Murphy fic HERE

(Photo not mine but writing is) Christmas Gifts

It was the weekend before Christmas and you were beyond excited. You wrapped a thick scarf around your neck and threw on your favourite winter coat. Any minute now, you thought to yourself, he promised. Anxiously you checked your appearance in the mirror. You wanted to look pretty but casual. Suddenly you practically jumped for joy as your phone buzzed on your dressing table. Unlocking it, the screen illuminated with the words ‘1 new message from Connor’. Opening the message you read: 'Just managed to sneak out of the house. See you in our spot in 15 minutes.’ “I’m just going out to do some last minute Christmas shopping” you yell to your parents whilst you pick up your handbag and run out of the front door.

How could you describe what Connor Murphy was to you? You have known him for quite a few months now and you were so glad that you did. After moving school you were so nervous and your anxiety did not help whatsoever. It was Connor who had spotted you in amongst the sea of fellow students. He saw that like him, you struggled to fit in. It was your first day at school and you had forgotten to bring a lunch or the money for one. You were sat on a table in the cafeteria by yourself, staring down at the empty surface. Jumping slightly when half a sandwich was flung in front of you by a boy with long messy brown hair and a tall frame. After that you just grew closer and closer, he was your most trusted friend. You could not imagine your life without him.

Walking down the street you look around at your surroundings, it was like something out of one of those cheesy old Christmas movies. The city was covered in a white blanket of snow as coloured lights lit the pathway. Despite the many layers you were wearing the cold icy wind made you question if you should have put more clothes on. Despite the low temperature, you couldn’t help but smile. Today was a very special day after all. A few weeks ago Connor had mentioned how he dreaded spending Christmas day with his family. His parents always fought and everyone would find themselves sitting in silence, silently aggravated with each other. So you decided to plan that today you would have a very Christmas filled day together. It gave you the perfect excuse to spend the day with your best buddy and spoil him when you could. You also hadn’t seen him for two weeks as he had to travel for a family event.

After walking a little further, you were finally at the park. It was the first place that the two of you had hung out together outside of school and it was now known as 'your spot’ which you would go to and meet up at. Looking around you saw the outline of leafless trees and the grass was invisible under the snow. In the distance there were Christmas stalls which sold an array of various items, from handmade toys to sweet treats. You made a mental note to drag Connor around there later. It also sounded like Christmas music was also playing over there. Clearing the snow off of your favourite bench you sat down.

“How can I live closer than you but you always still manage to get to the park first?” said a familiar voice. You looked up to see the tall figure standing in front of you. His long hair was held in place under a black beanie. He was also wearing a black shirt and jacket. Wow he really does only wear black you thought as you giggled under your breath. Leaping out of your seat, you open your arms widely and pull him into a hug.

“Connor, I have missed you so much” you practically yell in excitement as you clung to him.

“I’ve missed you too.” Connor chuckled as he gripped onto you a little tighter before pulling away. Sitting back down you pat the bench with your hand, encouraging Connor to sit down next to you.

“Well that is the shittiest looking Christmas Market I have ever seen” Connor said sarcastically as he looked over your shoulder. “Well Mr Grinch, I am totally going to force you to walk around it with me. Dare I say it, you might even enjoy yourself.” you say to Connor, making him gasp over dramatically before laughing. You savoured the sound of his laughter as you knew that he didn’t do it nearly enough. “But first…” you say as you rummage around in your handbag. Your gloves not making finding what you were looking for in there the easiest task. “Here” you pulled out an envelope which was covered in doodles of Christmas things like holly and snowmen. Connor’s eyebrows furrowed. “I thought I said no presents.” he said in a serious tone. “You did. I just chose to ignore you.” you grinned as you shoved the envelope into his hand so he had no choice but to accept the gift.

He tore the envelope open to find a Christmas card inside. On the front it had a picture of a grumpy looking black pug in a Santa Claus outfit. You laughed as Connor raised a suspicious eyebrow at you. Slowly he opened the card and his eyes widened and mouth fell open in surprise. “But how?” he said in confusion as he looked at his gift. You had given him VIP tickets to a concert. It was Connor’s favourite band and he had always wanted to see them play live. However he had never managed to get a ticket to their touring shows, let alone a VIP pass. “On the release date I looked in the morning and they were already sold out.” he added. “I may or may not have stayed awake all that night waiting for the release time.” you replied smiling smugly. Connor continued to stare at you in disbelief before his lips curled up into a smile. “You are too good to me. These must a cost you a fortune.” he admitted. “Trust me you are worth it. The look on your face was enough.” you giggled. Still overwhelmed by your gift, Connor pulled you into a hug. His cold hair sticking to your face as now melted snowflakes that had fallen on it had made it damp.

After pulling away, Connor looked down and started to fiddle with his gloves. You stared at him with great interest and a light pink colour filled his cheeks when he caught your gaze. It was obvious he was nervous but what for? In one swift movement he plunged one of his hands into his shoulder bag, pulled out a package and placed it on your lap. “Merry Christmas (Y/N)” he said in a nervous voice that was barely louder than a whisper. You inspected the gift. It looks like Connor also ignored his no gift policy. It was wrapped in sparkly silver paper with a large golden bow on top. On the gift tag it said 'To (Y/N), Thank you, from Connor x’. You looked at him quizzically as he stared at you intensely, he was waiting to see your reaction to the gift.

Carefully you tore the paper to reveal a black spiral bound book. Turning the cover over, you looked at the first page. Stuck in the middle was a photograph of you and Connor sat in the very spot you were now. Both of you were laughing. The trees behind the both of you were lush and green. It must have been the first time you had met up in the park after school. Underneath the photograph were the words 'The start of the most amazing adventure’ in handwriting that you instantly recognised as Connor’s. A grin grew on your face, which you could see out of the corner of your eye that Connor quickly mirrored. The following pages of the scrapbook were filled with more photographs from your time together, comments to each other that you had written on social media, tickets and other ephemera that he had saved from various occasions that you had shared. Looking through the book you could feel your heart melting as the feeling of pure joy spread through you. Connor was not really the kind of guy who openly displayed his feelings. You would never of thought that he would have kept all of this stuff, let alone make a scrapbook out of it. Sitting there, you were completely speechless.  As you turned another page you discovered that the following pages were blank. You looked up to Connor, a stupid grin still plastered on his face. “We’ll fill these in no time.” you managed to say as you gestured at the book.

Reaching the back page you saw a loose photograph that wasn’t stuck in. It was of Connor who was wearing a pair of festive antlers. Instantly making you remember how he had described the antler headband to you that his mother wanted him to wear on Christmas day. You had dared him to wear them today so you could see what he looked like but he refused. You giggled at the sight of his serious expression, long messy hair and then bright read antlers with little bells on top of his head. It still didn’t explain why the photograph was not stuck into the book. You turned the picture over to look at the back of it. Your eyes widened and you placed a hand over your mouth in surprise. Happy tears started to well up in your eyes.

On the back of the photo were the words 'Let’s start a new chapter together. Will you go out with me?’ You looked up at Connor, whose face was now a very deep shade of red. “Yes! I would love to.” you exclaimed whilst nodding excitedly as you leaned forward and hugged him tightly. He chuckled as you continued to nod your head as you nuzzled into his chest. The both of you celebrating in a moment of true happiness. You stayed in his arms for a couple of minutes before Connor sat up straight. He lifted his hand and gently wiped the few tears that had fallen on your cheek with his thumb. You looked at Connor who had a look of pure joy on his face, which matched your own.

Nervously he fidgeted in his seat before he cleared his throat. “I do have another gift for you but you need to close your eyes as it’s a surprise. I just hope you like it.” he said. You closed your eyes and waited eagerly in anticipation. You could still hear the Christmas music that played in the distance and the sound of bells. Suddenly you felt Connor’s chapped lips pressed against yours. A feeling of pure bliss washed over you. You lifted your arms in an attempt to hold onto Connor, but before you could reach him, you felt him hold your hands in his own.

After parting for air you open your eyes to see a very flushed Connor who was wearing the bright red antlers on top of his beanie, making you burst out laughing. “So, did you like your gift?” Connor panted with the goofiest smile.

A mischievous smirk grew on your face. Quickly you grabbed onto the collar of Connor’s jacket as you passionately pushed your lips onto his once more.

[bibliosexxual]

Hey guys! I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately, so I thought I’d do a little summary of what’s been going on my blog so far this year to update you all.

I’ve been unusually prolific, so I’ve got a lot of new Sterek fics up, including some old WIPs I updated this year.

So, without further ado, here’s the masterpost, as of early May 2017. Happy reading!! And let me know if you think a post like this for my older fics would be helpful as well.

EDIT: Almost forgot, I’ve marked the most popular fics with a ❤.

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rich!Derek first date drabble (on tumblr) ~1300 words | E

Out of necessity, Derek has fine-tuned a few simple tests for anyone he goes on a first date with.

the kid!fic (on tumblr) ~2300 words | Teen

“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

❤ stress baking (on tumblr, AO3) ❤ ~1500 words | Gen

From the prompt, “You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” 

❤ the flight to hawaii (drabble on tumblr) ❤ ~900 words | Teen

Jake runs a hand through his sandy blond prince-charming hair and snorts. “Please, this relationship is over when I say it is. Or do you seriously think anyone else is lining up to date you?”

For a moment Stiles is actually speechless, because how has he spent the last three months thinking this guy was attractive? How did he overlook this level of douchebaggery? Some kind of witchcraft, probably.

That’s when the guy in the row ahead of them turns around in his seat, looks Stiles straight in the eye, and says without even one hint that he’s joking, “I would date you.”

❤ the engagement (on tumblr, AO3)  ❤ 1595 words | Gen

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

❤ the saga of the valentine’s day cucumber (on tumblr) ❤ 616 words | Teen

Drabble based on the prompt,

I JUST SERVED A CUSTOMER AND THEY WERE PURCHASING A CUCUMBER AND THEY WENT

“It’s for Valentine’s Day”

I REPLIED

“You must be lonely?”

THEY REALISED WHAT I MEANT AND NOW I’M SAT WITH A COMPLAINANT FORM IN FRONT OF ME.

❤ the nerd party, AKA the bookstore!AU (on AO3) ❤ ~4400 words | Teen

From the prompt, “We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” HS!AU in which Derek is crushing hard and Stiles might not be as observant as he thinks he is.

Sterek doctors!AU (on tumblr) ~2000 words | Teen

A ficlet in which Stiles and Derek are coworkers at the hospital, Stiles accidentally (?) becomes Derek’s new roommate, and there is pining. Basically the outcome of my addiction to House, M.D.

you know you’re on my mind (WIP on AO3) 8164 words | Teen

The pen pal AU where Derek lives in California and Stiles lives in Poland. Long-distance pining, whoo!

draw me like one of your french girls (on tumblr: part 1, part 2) 3687 words | Teen

College AU + art student AU + nude modeling AU.

❤ accidentally? (on tumblr, AO3) ❤ 3683 words | Mature

Based on the prompt,

boss: “know why I called you in here?” me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic” boss [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”

yup.

❤  breaking & entering (on tumblr, AO3) ❤ 4161 words | Teen

Based on the prompt, “[burglar gently wakes me] You live like this?" In which Derek Hale deserves nice things (and gets them).

prince in training (on tumblr) ~3000 words | Teen

Based on the prompt, “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out”

❤ gorgeous beards of BHU (on tumblr, AO3) ❤ 2239 words | Teen

There are a lot of reasons Stiles is pretty sure Erica is his platonic soulmate. Her brilliant innuendos. Her epic dance moves. Her stubborn refusal to back down from things that scare her. The fact that her comic book collection is even bigger than Stiles’. And, of course, her @gorgeousbeards_of_bhu instagram account.

Or,

In which Erica posts a picture of a gorgeous mystery man to her Instagram and Stiles has to know who it is.

the roommate (on tumblr: part 1, part 2) ~1900 words | Teen

In which Stiles and Scott get a terrifying-except-not new roommate thanks to Craigslist.

❤ little spoon (on tumblr: part 1, 2; AO3) ❤ 6455 words | Teen

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

the blazing bombardier (on tumblr) 1670 words | Teen

Fluffy summertime meet-cute in which Stiles loves roller coasters and Derek really, really does not.

the valentine’s day showdown (on tumblr) ~4000 words | Teen

So Stiles and Erica have this competitive flirting/wooing thing going. This totally-mutually-agreed-upon-to-be-platonic competitive flirting/wooing thing. Every Valentine’s Day Eve, Erica gets him good, and every Valentine’s Day, Stiles gets her back, thoroughly.

Except this year things don’t go quite according to plan.

❤ on the bus (on AO3) ❤ 13299 words | Mature

HS!AU in which Stiles and Derek ride the bus to school together, and there are bisexual awakenings.

older!derek fic (on tumblr, AO3)   ~4000 words | Mature

Stiles likes Derek. Derek thinks he’s too old for Stiles. Meanwhile, Stiles is stubborn (and attractive).

❤ ships passing in the night (on tumblr, AO3) ❤ 1410 words | Teen

Stiles can’t say he blames Derek for quitting. Hell, this is basically the best thing to ever happen to Derek, Stiles knows that, and it’s awesome. They’d talked about their dreams, and Derek had always said he’d love to be a musician. Now his single has climbed to number eight on Billboard’s Hot 100 and his face is at the top of Stiles’ news feed every day for a week, and Stiles wouldn’t take that away from him for anything.

BUT. Just because Derek gets his dream job doesn’t mean he can just—just leave and never contact Stiles again.

Only, that’s exactly what he does.

Or, musician!Derek AU with pining.

not really casual (on tumblr, AO3) 2714 words | Teen

They meet in Biology 101. Stiles is a freshman, and he’s in this class mostly because Scott is pre-vet and Stiles signed up for all the same classes because he has no earthly idea what he wants to do, career-wise. Derek is a junior Spanish lit major taking this because he needs the gen. ed., and he’s terrible. He’s the only person in the class who’s not a freshman. He’s always a few minutes late—that’s how he ended up sitting at the table by the door with Stiles and Scott the first day—and he’s so gloomy, and he always lugs around this backpack full of Pablo Neruda books because he has a Spanish poetry class right before this one, and he takes the neatest, most meticulous class notes Stiles has ever seen. (Stiles, meanwhile, doesn’t take any notes. He takes photos of every slide with his phone as the professor talks and then spends the rest of the time goofing off quietly, doodling dumb stuff on Scott’s arm and working on five different assignments at once on his laptop.)

at the museum (on tumblr) 2452 words | Teen

Of course the first time Stiles sees Derek Hale since high school just has to be on the day he’s finally gotten Lydia from Marketing to agree to go out with him. That’s how the universe works, apparently, always giving Stiles the shittiest luck.

the hunger games AU (WIP on AO3) 7941 words | Teen

Derek shifts on his feet, says, quiet, “You must really care about him.”

“He’s my brother,” Stiles says simply. “And with his asthma, he’s—he wouldn’t have made it fifteen minutes in there. Even assuming he did, he wouldn’t kill anyone. He doesn’t have it in him.”

“And you do?” Derek asks.

Stiles stands a little straighter, looks Derek straight in the eye. “I’ll do what I have to do.” He hopes it comes out sounding more sure than he feels.

Or, in which Stiles takes Scott’s place in the arena.

***

So that’s it for this year… but the year is still young. :)