#or any other of the guys i may have missed and you love so dearly as me to draw them

[bornedbennys]

[shaking and bleeding] i HAVE to draw the guys. i HAVE to. [gritting teeth] [quaking] [bleeding] [eyesight blurring] [collapsing] but i have [shaking] [coughing] ZERO ideas… [vision goes dark] [crawling] [grasping] [bleeding] [convulsing] [crawling] [dying]

[ghastlyfilters]

Hi! Saw you were taking Lost Boys requests...

I have a lot of silly concepts or ideas but my favorite is poly!Lost boys with a partner (I usually prefer fem reader but whatever ur comfy with is all good) who loves stealing some of their older clothes. Like, reader is smaller than them so the clothes are really comfy. Especially the older stuff cus decade+ old fabric is so soft.

reader stealing the lost boys’ clothes!!

pairing(s): implied poly!lost boys x fem!reader

warning(s): aside from paul and marko definitely paying attention to your curves, none!!

(now if i was the reader here i know damn WELL i would be stealing their clothes too. each one of their styles is literally perfection and to see that shit on vampires? HELLO? also i may have gotten a bit too carried away with thinking about all their clothing designs.. but thanks for this cute request<3)

gifs not mine! (if you know the original owner please tag them!)

HEADCANONS

• Stealing your boys’ clothes is by far the EASIEST thing anyone could do. The reason being? They quite literally never change out of the fits they’ve had on since 1987.

• The boys don’t have much of a scent, seeing as they’re all undead. So a washing machine doesn’t exist in their little world anymore. Which means they will now forever be outfit repeaters.

More fun for you. 

• All of the boys have the most random shit scattered around the cave. They’re the worst hoarders you have ever encountered. Cough cough.. Paul.. cough cough..

• But the amount of clothes they have laying around is shocking. Boots, band tees, jackets, jeans, leather trousers, gloves, shirts, man you name it. They have it. Every fucking decade.

• The band tees are by far your favourite thing to run around with. Paul has a shit ton of Môtley Crüe tees, and Dwayne has so many shirts with The Doors on them. (Jim’s face is literally everywhere in the cave now. They sure as hell ain’t Christians, so if they’re selling their souls to anyone it’s the horned god below or their icon Jim Morrison.)

• They did let you away with wearing their old band tees until Marko told the boys about EBay.

When Paul found out a vintage Mötley Crüe tour shirt was going for over a grand, the mf was ecstatic..

So much so, he decided to put his own vintage Mötley tees up for bidding.

“Two thousand… three thousand.. FOUR THOUSAND… FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS!!!”

Poor Paul’s bubble was burst however when David told him there was absolutely nothing they could do with the money aside from unlimited Chinese food for the next few months.

• David’s old clothes are much different from what the others have. He was the first to be turned, therefore he’s lived throughout the most eras.

• He’s got a LOT of leather jackets and trenchcoats. Paul and Marko always joke about him being Jack the Ripper, but you see a different side to his style. There’s been many nights you actually sat down with him and asked where he’d gotten the majority of his old items. Some were by Spanish designers that had been gifts from Max whenever he’d provided David with different clothing, others were from when David had fed off multiple store owners and casually picked out what he fancied afterwards.

• It saddens you that he doesn’t wear any of these anymore. The only reminder he ever gets of them is when you put on the soft wool Trenchcoats that go right down to your ankles, almost looking like a cape. Marko makes mini conspiracy theories that maybe you’re the real Dracula.

• Dwayne’s load of clothes is FILLED with leopard print designs. He’s been a 70s boy even all these years later, and he misses that era so dearly.

• There’s this one satin leopard print shirt that actually fits you quite well in his eyes. It’s still a little baggy.. yet oddly attractive to him. You’ve claimed it as your own now, wearing it like a pj set.

• Aside from the satin shirt, literally nothing else Dwayne has fits you. He’s a muscular guy.. and a vampire. So trying to get his baggy ass clothes to even have a slight loose fit is not for the weak 😭

• Marko however, this is where the real fun begins. You can borrow anything from Marko.. ANYTHING.. and it’s guaranteed to fit.

• He was a big crop top collector. When he used to find a good shirt that wasn’t cropped however, he’d cut it up and make it into a crop top himself. And these are what he adores you wearing. They cling nicely to your curved body, and whenever you wear them you can never get both Paul and Marko to stop staring at your breasts. Assholes.

• Marko’s clothes are by far your favourite pieces out all the boys. Much like the crop tops, he really enjoyed designing all his other outfits when he wore them. And he was pretty damn good at it too. Marko can be a crafty little thing when he wants to be. He’ll even help you design your own outfits too! He’ll cut, sew, stitch, glue, draw, paint, anything you want Marko to design, he’s down. He took so much pride in his unique outfits back in the day. And if you want yours spiced up, Marko’s your man.

• You wear his old belts a lot. One time, you were rummaging through the boys’ old stuff again, and immediately fell in love with this black latex belt Marko had. He’d drawn on perfectly shaped skulls with a white acrylic pen, and added different studs around the buckle. Ever since that day, Marko pretty much customises everything you own now.

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THE LOST BOYS!! hope you all enjoyed these headcanons and my requests are open for any lost boys related ideas you may have!! <33

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

KINKTOBER DAY 7

VIRGINITY

"TICCI" TOBY

You and Toby had been dating for quite some time now. You'd gotten used to each other, you complimented each other, and everyone knew that this was something that was serious. Especially since you didn't throw him to the curb when he began to let his problems show.

But as the relationship continued on, you began to get nervous. Toby was a rather sexual guy, he had never gotten any as a teenager so he'd been using his adult years to get what he hadn't before. He'd been in and out of relationships, most of them ending when the girls couldn't handle his deeply engraved problems. That part wasn't the issue for you. It was that you had zero experience with sex or anything sexual at all for that matter. Shit you'd never even watched porn before! Never seen a dick either!

You were scared, scared you couldn't please him how he wanted, scared you wouldn't be enough, scared it would hurt, the works.

You'd tried to touch yourself one night, but when you couldn't get a pleasurable experience you quickly stopped and deemed it all as hopeless.

And of course... The inevitable day came...

"Babe! I-I was thinking... We've been together for a wh-while... I was hoping uh... May-maybe you'd wanna... Y'know...? Have sex?" He asked with sweet hope in his eyes.

Of course he didn't miss the way nervousness flashed through your eyes. You weren't... A virgin right...?

Shit he had completely forgotten to ask!

Wait... Was it weird to ask...?

"I- Uh..." You stumbled over what to say. Fuck you were nervous! "Sure! Tonight right?" You didn't even realize what you said before it was too late.

Fuck...

"S-sure! Tonight w-works great!" He smiled happily, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead before walking away.

The night soon came and the feeling of dread was overwhelming. You jumped when you felt Toby's hands on your waist.

"Shit! Don't scare me like that Toby!" You nervously laughed.

"I'm n-not scary!" He chuckled and scooped you up into his arms, bringing you to his room and placing you gently on the bed. "You ready?" He asked with a smile.

"Toby I don't know... I've never..." You covered your ever reddening face with your hands.

"You've never had s-sex huh? It's all good! We'll take st-stuff slow!" He slowly peeled your hands from your face and peppered you with sweet kisses.

His hands slowly worked up from your hips, bringing your shirt up with them to expose the soft skin of your torso. He brought his lips down to your soft flesh, kissing softly as he followed his hands upwards to your breasts. He looked up at you questioningly, his fingers teasing the clasp of your bra.

All it took was your nod and your bra was off in seconds. His skillful fingers worked at your nipples, earning little whimpers and whines as you felt heat pool between your thighs. When he took the other in his mouth you were like putty in his hands.

He'd never thought he'd see the day he'd take someone's first time. Especially someone he loved so dearly. But god the sweet noises you made and the way you squirmed under him had him hot in bothered in no time.

His tongue rolled over your nipple, his teeth lightly grazing your flesh causing a massive shudder to run down your body.

"Toby oh fuck-" You could barely get out words as you felt his hand trail down into your shorts. His fingers rubbing you gently through your thin panties.

"Mmmm... Soaked for m-me babe..." He muttered against your flesh, pushing aside your panties to let his index finger tease your virgin hole.

"Be nice- Please..." You moaned out, a twang of nervousness hitting you when you realized what was going to happen.

"M' gonna take g-good care of y-you." He licked a long stripe up between your breasts as he pushed his finger in. Your long moan was about enough to make him lose his mind. So worked up over one little finger? God he didn't even know if you'd be able to take his cock at all.

He worked slowly to stretch you out, adding another skillful finger in your tight cunt, scissoring you slowly. He could see the way your eyes rolled back, knowing you were close from only his fingers was a huge confidence boost to say the least.

Removing his fingers, he pulled your bottoms down, exposing all of you for him to see. You looked so stunningly beautiful, he couldn't even put it to words. You whined softly as the cold air hit your dripping core.

"I k-know love... Gonna make you feel real g-good in a sec." He mumbled as he threw off his jeans, pulling his shirt off to reveal his happy trail that led down to just what you wanted. Your hands grabbed at the waistband of his boxers. "Eager are we?" He smirked, letting you take off his boxers, his hard cock springing free.

He let you take a minute to look him over, his skinny boy abs practically made you drool. And his cock? Oh lord it was the biggest thing you'd seen! Well... You didn't really have anything to compare it to... But regardless you knew it would be a stretch to accommodate him.

"R-ready?" He asked softly, kissing your forehead gently and running his cock along your drooling slit, collecting all the slick he possibly could to make this as easy and painless as possible.

Your nod was just the conformation he needed, slowly pushing in, feeling the way you stretched around him. Your nails dug deep into his back, probably deep enough to draw blood... Thank god he couldn't feel pain. The only pain he felt was when he saw small tears drip down your face. It hurt him horribly to hurt you but he knew that it would all be made up for in a minute.

When he bottomed out he let you adjust slowly, waiting for another nod to let him know everything was fine. He worked you over slowly, kissing your neck and rubbing your clit to take away as much of the pain as he could.

"Such a good girl... Doing s-so good..." He praised breathlessly.

He'd never felt anyone as good as this. When your moans started up again he picked up the pace, letting you tug on his hair and scratch his back.

You felt so full... So fuzzy... So warm...

You didn't know what this feeling was but hell did you like it.

"Toby I feel funny..." You moaned out, worried about what would come of this feeling.

"Mmm... Y-you're gonna f-finish. Let it happen babe." He replied, continuing what he was doing just the way you seemed to like.

It was only moments later you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you, a moan ripping from your throat as you held onto Toby like you'd lose him if you let go. He fucked you gently through your heavy first orgasm, feeling his quickly approaching as well. He debated on pulling out... He really did! But fuck he couldn't get over the thought of calming you as his. He slumped over you as he came, letting hot ropes of cum fill you up.

When he finally pulled out, you felt so empty it was almost painful. But he absolutely adored the way his cum dripped out of you.

"Did so g-good for me babe! Was i-it a good first ti-time?" He asked, concern filling his eyes. He wanted to give you the best he could provide, and if tonight wasn't enough, he'd start again tomorrow.

"Perfect love, that was the best feeling ever." You pulled him to you with a smile, kissing him deeply and snuggling into his chest.

[mari-lair]

Shit I might want to read this, it looks cute. What is this?

I am assuming you're talking about the manga with a cute art style, the one with this trio, which I love dearly

If so, I am very sorry Anon, my blog is misleading propaganda. None of these three are the protagonists, or even sidekicks to the protagonist, they are either stuck as a gag character for half of the manga, pushed to the side, given an antagonistic role/a role that have a diferent belief from the mcs, or all of the above simultaneously.

This is not their story.

They do eventually get focus, there is a reason I have grown attached to their arcs more than the protagonist's stories, but I am aware most people do not vibe with them. Many actually hate these three. They aren't the heart of this story. If you read this manga, rest assured it won't be for them.

So let me try to give you a more accurate idea of what the story is about without any major spoilers/details.

The manga is called "Toilet Bond Hanako-kun" which is a strange mainstream translation considering "suicide boy Hanako-kun" is the more accurate one. Very different vibes between those two translations, right? That's how the manga feels too, it is a mix of strange and goofy and 'oh, shit got dark'.

The story takes place in a fantasy world where supernaturals and ghosts exist and the trio in the spotlight are these three goofballs!

The red eyed girl is our main protagonist, Yashiro Nene, she is in love with the idea of love, a true hopeless romantic!

She attracts trouble and have a wild imagination, easily getting stuck inside her own fantasies as a form to both find strength and avoid tragedies. She is an insecure but very kind soul with a lot of hope in her heart, but she is not that smart. While she does have her moments, if you dig strategy stories and logical characters this story isn't for you, it's more about whimsy and vibes.

The boy with the cap is the main lead and our titular boy "Hanako." He is a ghost, more specifically a supernatural, which are ghost whose soul got corrupted for staying in our world instead of moving on once they died. He is also the main love interest. A mischievous morally grey spirit with no self-love, no hope, and a lovely mix of being apathetic and caring too much. He is dangerous, selfish, awkward, and possessive and he hates it.

The blond one is Minamoto Kou, an exorcist who never exorcised anything, he is a kind and insecure guy, not very smart logic-wise but his emotional intelligence is surprisingly good (bad habits aside). He is selfless to the point of concern, and starts out determined to be Hanako's eternal enemy but they become besties by accident. He is desperate to help, very determined, very impulsive, very easy to trust. Horrible at being an exorcist.

The friendship between these three is very sweet. You feel like it will be a generic love triangle on their intro but no, they all care about each other. Romance may be a big thing in this manga but this trio are besties.

The humor can be hit or miss, sometimes it's so silly or dry that I love it, but sometimes it's passes my bar and becomes overly exaggerated. Some of the gags just don't land (at least to me), and if you think about the story too much, is not hard to find inconsistencies, but the main sell of this manga is character comflict, which is usually real good, and the supernaturals elements/stories which are the main events of the manga. All the supernatural stories are amazing.

I don't want to spoil the powers and rumors and tragedies but here are some 'vibes' of the supernatural elements.

It is a rollercoaster of cool ideas and vibes and creative ways to explore the wishes and fears of the characters.

A lot changes through the story, this trio won't be the main dynamic forever but it is the heart at the start, and the supernatural stuff is strong during the entire manga! So if the pros sound better than the cons, go check it out!

You can read it: here

[forthevillains]

Careful who you marry

Albert Wesker X fem! Reader

(I just love the idea of Wesker going soft, but also panicking after finding someone who genuinely cares for him)

Albert Wesker, the man people fear, the man responsible for countless of deaths, the cold blooded bioterrorist known to the world as pure evil. Though what if he had a cute little wife to hide? What if all that facade would go away the second he gets home and sees his precious darling.

Wesker isn’t the one to make his emotions clear, he’s not the one to love and on top of that, he thought that he wasn’t able to feel any emotion at all. He was never loved by anyone nor has he ever felt the emotion towards another human being. All he’s ever had was his sister and William Birkin, his only friend.

That though, changed once he met you. You, his loving wife, you who always listened to him, no matter what it was, no matter that you barely understood a word he was saying. You who always saw the better in him, the good side that no one thought existed at all. He was living his life, worried about the new world, worried about survival of his test subjects, worried about the future… But once you came in - he was suddenly worried of disappointing you much more.

You may have fallen for him first, but he definitely fell a lot harder. It was difficult for him, dealing with the sudden emotions, not knowing what is he to do, how to handle such situation. He would ignore you at first, distance himself even, wanting nothing more than to get rid off you and that addicting voice of yours that stayed in his head for days after talking to you.

That poor guy… Of course you didn’t leave. You insisted on being by his side, he was just a helpless soul, abandoned and left to die alone. It was difficult to keep up with him, especially for you, someone who’s still young, inexperienced, with the whole life ahead of you, but you managed it anyway.

Wesker loved you dearly, wanting nothing more than to protect you from the corrupted world, from the terror, from all the people that wanted him dead. Your innocence was something he promised himself to keep for you. He would never forgive himself if he ruined your life, he would never forgive himself if you hated to be by his side, if you hated him. Never in his life has he been this way and there’s still a part of him that is unsure of the decision, but whenever he thinks of a life without you - he realizes that he’d be better off dead.

On the other hand, he really tries for you, he’d even go as far as to tell you that he loves you, though it sure took a lot of time for him to find the nerves to say it out loud. And when he says it - he means it. Albert would surely spoil you, making up for all the time you have to spend alone, basically locked up while he works so that no one could hurt you. Whatever you want is yours, no matter how much it costs - he’s gonna buy it for you. When he comes to you by the midnight only to find you awake and waiting for him, there’s a small smile tugging at his lips at the realization of how much you missed him. He makes sure to wrap his arms around you tightly, planting small kisses in your hair as he squeezes your small form gently. You’ve created a home for him, something he loves to come back to at the end of the day. You’ve become his comfort, something he wasn’t used to and didn’t know he needed.

If Chris was about to find out about you, he’d be marked as dead. Immediately. Albert would be too concerned about losing you, about Chris telling you all about their past, about the terrible things he’s done and he can’t let that happen. No matter the good intentions he’s created in his own mind, he knows that you wouldn’t understand. And he can’t risk scaring you off now that the two of you have come this far. You’re stuck with him, loved by only him, protected from all the world’s wrongs, while your loving husband gets more and more blood on his hands just for you. It’s love after all isn’t it? A true husband would kill for his wife, right? He isn’t doing anything wrong… Though he’ll keep it away from you anyway, just in case. He tries so hard for you it’s making him look crazy:(

Just hope that you won’t want to get away from him, because he’s not letting you go, not after all he’s done for you, he’s gonna make sure of it.

[ice-cap-k]

So... Unstable Universe Parrot. I've got thoughts I want to get off my chest about his character, so I'm here to ramble about it.

Parrot kind of drives me crazy. I know I'm not the only one upset by some of his choices throughout the series. But something kind of dawned on me that put the guy in a new light.

Spoilers ahead. Tldr at the end.

Parrot's regularly proven himself to be a hypocrite, what with telling Wemmbu off about how stealing is wrong and you shouldn't stoop to your enemy's levels, only to immediately turn around and talk about stealing from Reddoons the next video later BEFORE he even realized there was anything wrong with Red or Capitol City's way of business. Then there's the blatant killing off of Dean and Wifies' pets while arguing it's fine for him to have an allay just to make it super obvious that, yes, he is a hypocrite.

Then there's the entire mess with Wifies during their fight. They "broke up," sure. Parrot ran away despite Wifies begging him to come back and then later accused Wifies of being the one to leave. Wifies has since apologized profusely and no longer made any attempt to argue with Parrot on the matter of his own safety because he fears Parrot will leave again. Parrot has not yet apologized as of the time I am writing this. Wifies may have overstepped by burning the compass, but Parrot refused to hear him out on a very real concern that Parrot is throwing himself into danger, and Wifies just doesn't want to lose him. Considering Parrot's hero complex, as shown by repeatedly jumping into fights that aren't necessarily his with little to no regard for personal safety, this is a very real risk.

And, you know, also hypocritical on Parrot's behalf for refusing to listen when he himself has expressed one-sided concern for Wifies' well-being during the entire confrontation with Clown. A scenario where Parrot literally refused to let Wifies help despite Wifies wanting to because he did not want to risk Wifies safety.

I think Parrot was telling the truth. He doesn't understand.

And that, when I really thought about it with this last episode, is kind of fascinating. Even when Parrot has lived through an exact scenario beforehand where he felt the desire to keep someone he cared about safe, he refused to listen when the situation was reversed. In fact, Parrot said his usual "I don't understand" multiple times after Wifies burned the compass and explained he wanted to keep Parrot safe.

He doesn't understand, despite having been in a very similar situation before.

The more I thought about Parrot's actions throughout the entirety of Unstable Universe, the more I realize that Parrot doesn't seem to experience empathy. At all.

He feels sympathy. He feels bad for the people forced to mine for ores to line Capitol City's koffers. He feels bad for Wifies being chunk banned and missed him dearly because he does care about him. He felt bad for Dean's predicament with the mafia and took him under his wing. He has a strong sense of justice. He helps people. He knows what's wrong and fights for what is right. In fact, Parrot is an objectably good guy. But he can't put himself in someone elses place. And when he does end up in the other person's shoes, he can't handle it.

Just look at how freaked out he was over Clown saying they were a lot alike. Something that had a profound impact on one, possibly more videos. Let's ignore the moral high ground Parrot tried to scrape together at the end that was absolutely unjustified and focus on Parrot's actions after Clown said that for the moment. Even after getting Wifies back from the threat of Clown almost killing his friend, Parrot STILL wanted to go after Branzy again despite very clearly seeing what that kind of a hostage situation would lead to. Even after experiencing the same threat to a loved one that he was trying to hold over Clown's head, Parrot could not make the connection that Clown may feel the same. That history would just repeat itself.

Heck, he doesn't even care that he's planning on dragging into a war a bunch of innocents who had only been trying to escape the mafia when he went to the Farlands. Despite the fact that he had his own civilization already taken over by the mafia.

Parrot has his hero complex and acts narcissistic and hypocritical because he can not make the emotional connection between his own feelings and others.

I'm no psychologist, but he strikes me as someone with Empathy Deficiency Disorder. People with this disorder tend to criticize or blame others without understanding where they are coming from, don't take responsibility for their own actions, have little to no patience, rarely show any appreciation for others, and regularly put themselves first and foremost.

Sound familier?

You could probably consider someone like Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean as someone with something similar to this disorder. That or more of a narcissistic disorder, but those tend to go hand in hand.

I don't know if this was the content creator's intention as he wrote up his character, but it certainly helped me put Parrot's actions into perspective. It's really cool to think about watching a character go through the hero's journey without something as basic as empathy. While it's too early to tell, the only other character that might come close to such low empathy is Ash, who is literally the big bad. Then again, we see so little of Ash and his spoken word makes him an unreliable narrator regarding his own goings-ons. Not even Clown, who we've seen has plenty in common with Parrot. Clown experiences empathy, because he knew how upset Parrot would be if Wifies was threatened. Just as upset as Clown would be if Branzy was threatened.

Parrot has changed a lot as a character through the series, but his ability to empathize has remained static. I imagine at the true climax of the story whenever that may be that Parrot will somehow come to understand that other people can and do feel the same. And I'd like to say that will be a satisfying moment, but who knows what it might take to reach that point. A lot has been lost already.

(Tldr: I think Parrot's character has Empathy Deficiency Disorder and that's why he does the most frustrating, seemingly selfish things.)

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: Reserve Course student Makoto Naegi.

Makoto is just the embodiment of that sunshine kid that gets adopted by a bunch of goths.

Everyone looks down at the Reserve Course students, even their own peers. That is except for Makoto who doesn’t treat any of them with anything but kindness.

Even if people are rude to him at first because they think he’s mocking or pitying them. But they soon learn that no Makoto is just that genuinely kind of a person.

They also learn that Makoto may be nice but he’s not a pushover. Any main course student or teacher that tries to belittle them is met with fury.

Makoto doesn’t even need to throw hands. The verbal beat down he delivers all the while staring them down with the rage of a thousand suns is all he needs.

He won’t let anyone talk badly about his fellow students. Even if he’s ended up suspended or in trouble for it.

That garners him a lot of respect from his peers. And so in true Makoto fashion he accidentally befriends the daughter of the Yakuza and some other powerful students.

Because the Reserve Course students don’t not have talents it means they all paid to get in here through their families wealth or through connections.

Makoto is actually one of the only students that comes from neither wealth nor status. His upbringing was a lot more humble compared to there’s.

How he got in is because of his childhood best friend, Sayaka Maizono.

She was upset he couldn’t attend Hopes Peak and after getting his parents permission she used her money and connections to secure him a place in the next best thing.

Because yes she’d miss him but also because Makoto deserves the best.

Makoto is rather fond of her and so she’s one of the only Ultimates that gets passage into the Reserve Course and isn’t treated with hostility.

It also helps that when shes around Makoto, Sayaka drops the ‘made for tv’ facade instantly. Revealing a bubbly yet sharp and perceptive girl that genuinely loves her craft.

But isn’t a stranger to the darkness within it. How even with her new class, Makoto and her group are the only real friends shes ever had.

They all notice that Makoto, despite missing his friend dearly always gets their permission to let her in the building. Despite Ultimates being allowed to roam freely wherever they want.

He knows how they feel as does Sayaka. She may not have put much stock into the whole Ultimates are better shit but shes more then a little aware of it.

And so she’s always mindful to never bring up her talent or music. Not unless someone else brings up first.

It’s weirdly sweet.

Some of the Reserve Course students begrudgingly find Sayaka not so bad and unfortunately for them she’s caught on. The insults fall into more playful banter and Makoto’s just happy to see everyone getting along.

Then there’s Hajime who thinks Makoto is insane.

Somewhat similarly to the way Nagito blue screens when he learns Hajime doesn’t have a talent.

That’s about how Hajime sees Makoto, because what the fuck is wrong with you?

How can you be so happy as an average person? How can you not be jealous of your talented friend?How can you not want to be part of that world?

Unlike Nagito tho, Hajime never voices any of this so Makoto just smiles and waves him while the man’s inner monologuing.

Don’t get him wrong. Makoto is a sweet guy and is the only one brave enough to stop Natsume and Sato from fighting.

But there’s obviously something deeply wrong with him if you ask Hajime.

Makoto is completely unaware of Hajime’s thoughts. Sayaka on the other hand…

“Call him crazy again. I dare you.” Said Sayaka in a voice many could misinterpret as sweet.

But all Hajime could hear was malice. His blood ran cold, he looked for a way but she was standing by the only exit.

“I..how did you know that I didn’t say anything?!”

She smiled, cold and cruel.

“I’m psychic.”

She couldn’t be..could she?

“I bought Makoto here so he could be close, yes. But also to ensure his safety. Being the bestie of an idol is not an easy position to be in. But I’m rather selfish like that I suppose.”

Her gaze pinned him in place.

“I won’t let you or anyone else look down on him. He is worth more to me than this school ever will. I protect what’s mine Hajime Hinata and I would burn the world if meant keeping him warm.”

Why? Why would someone like her care so deeply for someone like him?

She glared and oh maybe she was psychic.

“I pity you. Not for your lack of talent. But that you’ve somehow convinced yourself that’s all that matters is in the world.”

It was his turn to scoff and she sighed before resuming her threat.

“In any case, you’ve all grown used to the fact that Makoto’s a kind soul. But I am not so gentle. Try anything, and I’ll make sure you can’t even dream about the main building ever again.”

And just like that she was gone.

…What the fuck just happened?

[foliosriot]

THE GRAVITY OF YOU AND I

noah sebastian x kirks!reader

SUMMARY!!

your best friends in bad omens are back from tour. but with their homecoming brings about someone amongst them that you haven’t seen in years.

WARNINGS!!

lots of angst. may seem like unrequited love but it’s definitely requited. space/astronomy references because i fucking love space.

TAGS!!

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Bad Omens is back from tour. Your best friends are back from touring the world and playing music for hundreds of people, and you can’t express your excitement to see them in an acceptable way. It’s been a few months since you last saw any of the guys, including your brother, Bryan.

Speaking of your brother, he should be back any minute now. You’ve been anxiously awaiting his return from the moment he texted you a couple of hours ago to let you know the plane had landed. And besides one more text telling you he was on his way home from the airport, you haven’t heard from him.

You know Bryan is driving so he can’t just text you whenever he wants. But you continue to pace the length of your bedroom keeping an ear out for the sound of the front door to your apartment opening.

You don’t have to wait much longer before you hear the front door opening and closing. There’s a loud, heavy sigh that you can hear from down the hall. A small smile graces your face as you run out of your room.

Bryan has just barely set down all of his bags before you’re racing towards him. He yelps in surprise at your sudden appearance, but he manages to catch your weight as you barrel into him, your arms coiling around him that same moment.

As your older brother holds you, neither of you say anything. The past month or so has been super tough on you and your mental health. You hate being apart from Bryan, and however many months out of the year that he is away on tour with Bad Omens makes being by yourself that much more difficult.

A sour feeling overtakes your mind as you hug Bryan. You remember your bestest friend in the world abandoning you without any apparent reasoning, followed by zero contact. You hug Bryan tighter as it completely overwhelms you.

“I missed you,” you whisper.

“I missed you too,” Bryan whispers back.

“I’m really glad you’re home.”

“God, me too. You have no idea.”

You hesitantly separate from your brother and step back. He smiles down at you once you’ve both loosened your holds on one another. You return his contagious smile.

You then help Bryan lug all of his bags down the hall to his room. You sit on his bed as he unpacks. The two of you share stories about things that have happened since you last saw each other. Bryan tells you about some of the shows and different photos he got. And you tell him about your boring job and spending so much time by yourself at home.

After all of his things are put away he goes quiet. You tilt your head in confusion.

“You okay?” you ask him.

Bryan looks at you, his bottom lip anxiously tugged between his teeth.

“I’m gonna be heading over to the guys’ house tomorrow for some things,” he tells you slowly. “And I’m inviting you. They would be more than happy to see you, y’know.”

You stop breathing for a moment. You know who also lives in that house, besides Jolly, Jesse and Michael. And you’d rather not see him ever again.

“Noah won’t be home,” Bryan tells you carefully, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “I promise.”

You didn’t have to speak before Bryan was already soothing your nerves. Thankfully, you trust your brother more than anything, and you’re trusting him wholeheartedly that Noah is for sure not going to be home when you’re there tomorrow.

You look up at Bryan. The look in his eyes is hopeful, you think. As much as you want to decline his invitation, you know you can’t. Bad Omens are your friends and you love them dearly. So you give Bryan a nod, murmuring a quiet “I’ll go” added onto it. Your brother beams at you, and you can practically see the tension release from his shoulders.

The next day, as it is nearing noon, you follow Bryan outside to his car. You are all dressed and ready to see the guys but you can’t quite shake the anxiety or paranoia coursing through your veins. They are stifling each of your senses as Bryan drives.

But you wouldn’t let Bryan notice. You aren’t going to let him notice the slight trembling of your hands or the waver in your voice as you quietly sing along to the music playing. Bryan doesn’t need another thing to worry about regarding you. The least you can do is conceal your emotions, stamp them way down deep inside of you, until you’re back in the safety of your bedroom later in the day.

Then you begin recognizing the streets Bryan’s driving down and you notice the same things you always do when going down this familiar route — the bright yellow house on the corner; the 1968 Chevy Camaro that is still idling in that guy’s driveway after all these years; the house with the large porch and the beautiful bush of purple hydrangeas. When you see those flowers you know you’re only a block away.

And there it is, the thing you’ve been dreading seeing for the past 24 hours. Your friends’ house is completely unassuming as Bryan pulls up on the curb. You recognize the small handful of cars out front.

Bryan gets out of the car almost immediately. However, he pauses at the hood when he sees that you haven’t done the same. You had unbuckled your seatbelt and everything but the familiar cars and home in front of you have you hesitating. Your brother rounds the front of the car until he reaches the passenger side door. He gently pulls it open and kneels next to you on the pavement.

“Hey, you okay?”

You hear Bryan’s voice but do not respond. Your head is spinning as you continue taking in the view of this house you know so well, and yet feel like you’re a phantom coming back to haunt its place of death.

You swallow down a bite of fear. You slowly look to Bryan and nod.

“Yeah. I’m okay,” you tell him softly.

“I know you’re worried,” Bryan says gently. “But there’s nothing to get worked up about, okay? I promised Noah wouldn’t be here, and he’s not. He’s with Folio, but everyone else is inside.”

Bryan’s gentle and kind voice soothes your senses. You take a deep breath and slowly breathe out. Your shoulders relax, making Bryan give you an encouraging smile. You return it as you gingerly get out of the car.

Hesitantly, you follow behind Bryan as he makes his way to the front door. He knocks a few times before it’s swinging open. And your heart soars at the sight of Jolly smiling down at you.

Relief floods every single one of your veins when he pulls you into a warm hug. It feels like you haven’t seen him in centuries.

As soon as you are released from Jolly’s embrace, you’re pulled into another hug by Nicholas. You love his hugs more than anything, and you hate how much you’ve missed this.

Even though you’re able to spend time with your friends you still struggle against the anxiety eating away at you. It’s difficult for the few hours you hang out with them, but you know it’s worth it if it means seeing all of their smiling faces.

—

When you get up the following day you walk out of your room expecting to see Bryan already awake. But he isn’t in the living room or kitchen, and you check his bedroom to find it empty.

Where the hell could he be?

You shoot him a text asking him where he is before you go about your day.

After a half hour you’ve received no response from Bryan. So you send him yet another text, and you send one to Nicholas and Jolly just for the sake of your sanity. For peace of mind, right?

But after an hour you haven’t gotten a reply from any of the three men. You’re growing anxious, but you know Bryan would have let you know if something was going on. He would have told you if something was wrong and if he wouldn’t have his phone on him. At least, you think so.

You decide to ignore it for now, however. Your brother and your friends are grownups and can take care of themselves. Although, it doesn’t help you worry any less.

A couple hours later you’re still glaring down at the screen of your phone. None of your friends were answering you. Why weren’t they answering you?

Not even Bryan will text or call you back. That alone makes you see red.

After one more hour of sitting around and waiting for any response from your friends or your brother you take it upon yourself to figure out what the fuck is going on. With a last ditch effort at contacting Bryan, which ultimately — and unsurprisingly — goes unanswered, you snatch up your car keys and stomp outside. A string of colorful curses escapes your mouth as you drive.

When the familiar house finally comes into view from down the street, you are seething at the sight of your brother’s car out front. Adding onto that, you recognize each and every other car, including Nick’s motorcycle. You’re going to kill them all.

You haphazardly park on the curb and begin making your way to the front door. Until you’re stopped by Nick meeting you halfway.

“Folio! What the hell is going on?” you demand angrily. You fight the excitement you feel at seeing one of your best friends. The smile you want to let shine is bitten back. “Why are none of answering me?”

Nick gives you a small embarrassed smile.

“Look, I-I don’t think it’s a good time,” he replies hurriedly. He glances back at the front door he had closed shut on his way outside.

“What do you mean? Why not?”

“I-It’s just not, okay?” Nick begins fiddling with the chain around his neck. “We’re working on some new stuff a-and we just aren’t ready to share with anyone quite yet.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why is Bryan here?” you counter. “I bet Davis is, too.”

You see the panic glowing vibrantly in Nick’s eyes as he struggles to come up with a reasonable explanation. But you’re growing impatient and are fed up with receiving nothing from any of your friends. So you sidestep around Nick and make your way to the door.

Nick immediately follows and attempts to wedge himself between you and the door before you can reach for the handle. But you just shove past him and make it inside. However, you’re met with yet another obstacle.

“Nicholas, I swear to all things fucking holy, if you do not let me by and tell me what’s going on—“

“No. I’m sorry, but now’s not a good time, dude,” Nicholas tells you. “You need to leave.”

There’s an immediate difference you notice from your interaction with Nick and now Nicholas. Nick was panicking and anxious, like he was tasked with keeping a secret he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep for very long. Nicholas, on the other hand, is still anxious, but he seems resigned about it. He’s aware of the consequences of the same secret and he is remorseful about keeping it hidden.

You don’t like the implications of that at all.

“I’m not leaving until someone explains,” you snap. You can feel tears burning your throat as you watch Nicholas’s face fall.

“I promise one of us will explain, but right now, please let Folio take you home,” Nicholas offers, gesturing to Nick who is standing behind you.

You’re about to reply when you catch sight of someone peaking around the corner. You recognize the long hair in an instant.

“Jolly!”

You push past Nicholas and head to the kitchen, where you had seen Jolly disappear to. He steps back around the corner in an attempt to stop you, but you evade his touch as you push him away from you.

“What the fuck are you guys hiding from me? What could possibly be so—“

You stop in your tracks. The sight you’re met with leaves you speechless, and you hate the feeling of your racing heart picking up a greater speed from within your chest.

Standing around the kitchen there are five people, including Bryan, Matt, Davis, and Jesse. They all look to you with guilt alighting their faces, the worst being your brother who makes an obvious move to approach you. But you can’t take your eyes off of the fifth person.

Noah cut his hair. It’s much shorter than what it was since the last time you saw him. His tattooed arms and neck are exposed from the tank top he’s wearing, and you silently beat yourself up for gawking at the sight. He too is stunned by your presence, but is openly dragging his gaze up and down your body as you continue staring at him in disbelief.

You can feel Bryan’s presence at your side but you don’t bother to acknowledge him. You’re too busy fighting back the building pressure in your head at seeing Noah in person.

“Hey, Kirk,” Noah says, his voice breaking through the uncomfortable silence that was rapidly filling up the room. You hardly register the nickname.

“What the fuck is this?” you ask in a near whisper.

Noah takes a deep breath.

“There’s a lot to explain, but—“

“A lot to explain?” you repeat incredulously. “Like what? Like why you abandoned me?”

You watch Noah step away from the kitchen counter he had been leaning on, then start cautiously walking in your direction. The pace you take backwards is completely involuntary.

You can see Bryan beside you from the corner of your eye. You know Jolly, Nicholas, and Nick are standing not too far behind you. And yet, you still can’t fight the urge to take several more steps back.

Noah takes a long stride towards you again.

“Kirk, wait—“

“No. No, fuck you. You don’t get to call me that,” you quietly hiss, cutting him off. “After almost three years of no contact or explanation you do not get to call me that ever again.”

Your chest is heaving as you stare him down. The red hot anger flowing through your veins pairs nicely with the frigid cold despair encapsulating your heart. And you know for a fact that Noah can’t stand seeing these violent emotions clearly battling for dominance from the look in your eyes. That sends a spark of satisfaction down your spine. But only for a moment.

You can practically see his heart shattering inside his ribcage, and it takes everything in you not to let your impending tears fall. After all this time you’re not going to let him see you break. Never again.

And you’ll never admit to anyone just how much hearing him say that nickname is affecting you. That one word should not have so much power over you, especially since you haven’t been called that since you last him. However, you’re beginning to shake and tremble at just hearing it.

“Do not think you have the fucking right to ever call me that again.” You silently scold yourself for letting your voice crack with emotion. “I’m not the one who left and abandoned you without explaining first.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“You didn’t even call,” you say, your vocal cords failing you and breaking your words completely as they fall from your lips.

It’s more than obvious that Noah is struggling to keep his emotions at bay, as are you. But before either one of you can shed the first tear you turn on your heel and make your way back outside. None of your friends try to stop you, knowing that it would just make things worse.

You rush out of the house nearly blind. The tears obstructing your vision are burning your eyes, and the first one falls when you’re finally in the quiet of your car.

The only sound is your blood rushing in your ears. It’s deafening in the otherwise silence. Your head is swimming and making you dizzy as you sit still.

And after a few minutes of sitting silently by yourself you can’t choke back the anguished scream that rips through you. Within the confining space of your car the shrillness of your scream reverberates over and over. The sound is almost painful, the way it bounces off of the windows and comes diving back into your aching ears.

Your chest seizes and the scream cuts off. Your throat burns from the scream, but you swallow roughly and fight against the oncoming surge of tears. This is neither the time nor the place for sobbing uncontrollably. So you suck in a few deep breaths before you turn the key in the ignition and drive away.

You manage to make it home before fully breaking down. You’d barely made it inside the door when you began violently sobbing and shaking. It had taken much longer until you managed to pull yourself off the floor and down the hallway to your room.

After imagining the scenario of seeing Noah again, you didn’t anticipate reacting like that. Well, you were certain you would be angry and yell at him, definitely. But screaming and crying like a child because he called you that beloved nickname? You can’t say you had expected that one.

For the next several hours you sit alone in your room. You formed your bedsheets and blankets and pillows into a sort of cocoon, partially hoping you could disappear into their comfort forever.

It’s only mildly disappointing when that doesn’t happen.

Bad Omens is playing quietly from your phone when you hear the slamming of the front door, signaling Bryan coming home. Your heart picks up its pace when you hear his footsteps growing closer to your room. And then the sporadic muscle drops when he knocks. From the other side of the door you hear Bryan say your name.

“Can I come in?” your brother asks.

“Go away, Bryan!”

You swear you can hear his soft sigh. A few beats of silence pass before he speaks again.

“Will you at least let me explain?” Bryan requests. “Look, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, okay? But there’s a reason we didn’t.”

Against your better judgement, you reluctantly turn off the music on your phone then slide off your bed and pad towards your bedroom door. You hesitate, resting your hand on the knob before quickly unlocking it and opening your room to your brother. Bryan had been leaning against the doorframe, and straightens up when he sees you.

He wordlessly follows you. You assume your previous position on your bed at the headboard, and Bryan gingerly sits on the other end of the mattress.

“Okay, I wanna start by saying—“

“Why did he leave like he did?”

Bryan is taken aback by your unexpectedly soft voice. It’s obvious he had been preparing for anger and resentment from you, but is appalled by the reserved, quiet demeanor coming from you.

It doesn’t take much for him to know who you’re referring to, either.

“I don’t know,” Bryan admits quietly. “When Bad Omens released Finding God, when they started taking off, Noah had talked about bringing you along with us on tour. He had said you could help with merch sales and other shit. But something happened, I guess. When he’d told me that you weren’t coming with I got fucking pissed at him. ‘Cause why offer to bring you along when he hadn’t even talked to you about it? Other than that, Noah didn’t tell me why he hadn’t talked to you about coming on tour.”

You hate how easy it is for you to believe Bryan. You hate how much you believe his words, because you can feel his own personal residual anger towards Noah. His anger and guilt feels honest and true.

“I thought he had talked to you,” Bryan goes on. “All of us thought he had talked to you about tour. And we were all excited. Like, having my little sister on tour with us? I was so stoked. So were you, I remember. The first week of that tour was sour and a little tense because of Noah. But we evened out, I guess.

“And then the way he never contacted you after that? After tour ended? He did that shit on his own. We all told him it was a bad idea but he wouldn’t listen. He’d said it would be better if he just stopped talking to you so ‘this wouldn’t happen again’. But that just left you watching his Twitch streams anonymously and following Bad Omens from a distance.”

The pity is evident in Bryan’s words. It’s no secret that you had been completely torn up over Noah cutting contact with you, and the fact that Bryan knows about watching Noah’s livestreams without knowing you were a viewer feels like a sword being driven through your heart.

The dam in your head is threatening to break.

“So when he came to us about finally wanting to see you, we were all in agreement that it was a good idea for the most part. I promise I was going to text and explain why none of us were responding to you, but Noah wanted to do it himself. Then you just showed up at the house and…”

You suddenly feel like you’ve made a horrible mistake. Noah was going to talk to you on his terms but you ruined it by showing up unannounced. Then you didn’t bother letting him explain because you hadn’t been prepared to see him in the first place. Tears are flooding your eyes.

“I know how you felt about Noah in the past,” Bryan nearly whispers. You almost break your neck at how fast you look at him. “I don’t know if you still feel the same anymore, or if you ever told him, but you didn’t deserve to go through that either way. He should’ve talked to you to begin with, and it’s his fault this all happened. I’m so sorry.”

And that’s what makes the dam finally break. Tears spill down your cheeks relentlessly and you can barely breathe now. Bryan watches you sputter and choke for only a moment before he’s at your side.

You let him pull you into his chest and rock you back and forth with his arms securely around your shaking frame. His hands soothingly glide up and down your spine as you sob.

Your brother holds you as you bawl into his chest. He says nothing while cradling you; he just keeps rocking you gently.

In this position, you feel utterly helpless. You feel it hooking its claws into you and tugging at your soul with the intention of ripping it right from your bones. And you give in to the feathery sensation exploding in your chest, hoping it makes these emotions disintegrate for good.

On top of the helplessness is something you have always disliked feeling: hatred.

You hate Bryan for being so protective over you. You hate your friends for being secretive. You hate Noah for ever coming into your life to begin with.

But most of all, you hate yourself — for falling for Noah, for letting your emotions get the best of you, for pretending you hate anyone at all.

Because that’s the kicker, isn’t it? You can’t stand the thought of hating anyone but yourself, not even Noah. After all, it isn’t Noah’s fault that you fell in love with him, or how he was there for you when almost no one else was. It’s your fault for being vulnerable and naïve to how he made you feel, thinking he would ever actually give a shit about you.

It was never Noah’s fault that you willingly fell into his addictive gravity. You did that all on your own.

You’re the one who became infatuated with him. You’re the one who wanted to know the inner machinations of his mind and understand his thought process more than anything. You are the one who saw him as so much more than a friend before he would ever give you the time of day.

You gave yourself wholly to Noah before he could — or would — ever see you in that same light. He was your brother’s best friend, someone to tease and joke with. But he was also someone you found yourself constantly confiding in and sharing the darkest parts of your soul to. And he did the same.

So maybe it wasn’t all in your head when you thought he could possibly ever reciprocate your feelings for him. Because that is certainly what it had felt like for the longest time before he up and left, leaving you behind.

You let yourself be cradled by Bryan for a long time. There’s nothing in your brain telling you to pull away, as much as you had expected it. No, instead, you let your brother hold you so delicately and lovingly until you’ve run out of tears. And even then, he holds you for a long time once you have drifted off to sleep in his arms.

—

It’s only a couple days later when Bryan approaches you.

You’re sat in your shared living room, scrolling through your phone on the couch. Your brother’s presence catches your attention and you look up from your phone to see him standing on the other end of the couch. There’s this weird look on his face that you notice right away.

“What’s up?” you say to him.

“Nothing. Just coming to tell you I’m heading out,” Bryan replies. “I’ll be back soon.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Where are you going?” you ask him, a hint of suspicion creeping into your words.

“Oh, uh… Places.”

“Okay?” You elongate each syllable of the word as you carefully eye your brother. “You’re not being very casual about.. whatever this is, you know that, right?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“God, Bry, you’re so cryptic,” you joke with a small smile. “I think you need to stop hanging out with Bad Omens so much.”

Bryan purses his lips.

“Yeah, uh… Speaking of.”

At that, Bryan turns on his heel and hurries out of the living room. His abrupt exit takes you aback, and you immediately jump to your feet to chase after him.

Bryan is already halfway out the front door by the time you’re up. He slams it behind him as you are about to catch him, a soft apology buried under the sound of the door slamming shut. But you are so confused right now and you need to know what Bryan has planned.

So you pull the door open once more, irritated by the sound of Bryan’s retreating feet down the hallway. You ready yourself to run after your brother to get an answer out of him, but he’s already disappeared around the corner and you don’t have nearly enough patience to deal with it and—

Noah is standing a few feet from you. You’re stunned into silence, completely forgetting about Bryan. Your throat is beginning to burn with tears.

“What are you doing here?” you question him quietly.

“I need to talk to you,” he replies. Noah’s voice is gentle and it sends a shiver down your spine. His hands are stuffed into the pocket of his sweatshirt, but you can guarantee his fingers are fidgeting relentlessly.

You swallow thickly as you watch him closely. You’re beginning to realize why Bryan left in such a hurried manner; he had left so Noah could get you alone and talk. You suppose you’ll have to punch your brother when you see him again later.

Without saying a word you step back into your apartment and leave the door open. A silent invitation for Noah to enter. He is clearly taken aback but says nothing as he follows after you.

You aren’t completely sure why you let him inside, in all honesty. But now he’s standing in your living room, and you are standing as far away from him as you possibly can without it being deemed as weird. He doesn’t seem to notice, or, if he does, he makes no attempt at mentioning it.

Noah stands awkwardly on the other side of the room, his hands tucked away in the pockets of his sweatshirt and his shoulders tight and hunched slightly. He seems uneasy, and his face is a light shade of red as you remain in anxious silence.

“So…?” you quietly prompt.

Noah blinks a couple times. His mouth is agape as he stares at you. Then he’s licking his lips nervously and begins to speak.

“It’s been a long time, huh?”

It is more than obvious that being in your presence like this is causing him distress and anxiety. Like if he says the wrong thing you’ll kick him out. The fractured expression he gives you when you don’t react or respond sends a sharp pang straight into your heart, but you ignore it and keep your face neutral.

“Uh… On my way here I had gone over everything I wanted to say,” Noah continues, “but now I can’t remember a fucking thing. So that’s great.”

You’d forgotten how much you have missed Noah that the obvious sarcasm and dejectedness in his voice almost make you laugh. Then that tightness in your throat takes ahold of you once more, and you stay still.

Noah looks completely defeated from he stands. There’s a panicked gleam in his eyes and his toes are starting to tap from anxiety. Every part of your body is screaming at you to just cross the room and embrace him, to calm his nerves. But you fear you might shake your skeleton right out of your skin if you move.

“I-I’m sorry, I—“ Noah scratches at the back of his neck with one tattooed hand before slotting it back into his sweatshirt pocket. “Bryan suggested I do this and… This isn’t how I imagined this going.”

“This isn’t how I imagined this going either,” you murmur. Your voice wavers from the intensity of the tears you’re holding back.

The silence that settles between you is stifling. It has you holding your breath silently begging for your apartment building to suddenly collapse all around you. You can’t do this for much longer.

But Noah still hasn’t said anything else. He is looking at you earnestly, as if he is trying to communicate with you using only his eyes. It makes you pity him.

However, you know you can’t do this back and forth all day. You would much rather go lay in bed and ignore the outside world. Ignore Noah.

“Noah, I appreciate you coming and trying to talk,” you say, avoiding eye contact with him. “But I think it’s time you leave. There’s nothing more to be done.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” Noah voice strains with confusion and surprise.

“You need to leave, Noah. Thank you for stopping by.”

You turn around and begin heading to your bedroom. You’re secretly hoping Noah will just give up and leave like you asked. But you know better than to think like that.

“You know I’m in love with you, right?”

Noah’s words catch you off-guard. You freeze where you stand but make no attempt to look at him. Your heart is pounding out of your chest as you anxiously wait for him to go on.

“That’s why I—“ You hear him take a deep breath before continuing. “That’s why I didn’t want you on the tour with us. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or anything, so I figured it would be best if you didn’t come with at all. I was afraid I would let it slip and you wouldn’t feel the same. Then you’d go home and forget about me and… Guess I did that exact thing anyways, didn’t I?”

Tears are gathering in your eyes as Noah speaks. You can feel your stomach sinking at his confession, and it makes you wonder if letting him in your apartment was truly a good idea. But it’s a little too late to reminisce about that decision you can’t take back.

You hesitantly turn to face Noah. There are tear stains trailing down his cheeks that disappear under the line of his jaw. Even from this distance, you can tell his eyes are bloodshot and puffy.

The moment both your gazes meet you could feel that forceful tug in your chest. You fight against the pull as much as you possibly can, but you know you will gravitate towards Noah eventually.

The gravity between you is simply inevitable.

“I’m sorry.” Your heart mimics the breaking of Noah’s voice. “For everything. I should’ve talked to you about tour, and I should’ve talked to you after tour was over. There’s a lot I should have done, and I wish I could erase all of it and try again. Do it properly so I never have to lose you. But I can’t, and I… I am so fucking sorry.”

He remains quiet after that. Tears are pouring from your eyes and you’re shaking uncontrollably. That powerful tug is begging you to close the distance between you and Noah.

And after all this time of fighting back against this gravity and the desire you feel to be with Noah for so many years, you finally give in to it. Your legs slowly shuffle you towards Noah. He has so many emotions intermingling on his face as you approach that it’s difficult to comprehend what he’s feeling.

You come to a stop right in front of him. Hesitation stirs in you, and you are able to bite it back as you give Noah a soft look.

“I wish we could turn back time to do it all over again, too,” you tell him. “But we can start over now, if you want.. Seb.”

It takes Noah a moment to process your words. Then he nods, the tension in his shoulders slowly slipping away and disappearing completely. He also seems delighted at hearing your nickname for him.

“I’m in love with you too,” you whisper. “But it really hurt when you never got back in touch with me. I thought I had done something wrong, or you just didn’t want to be friends anymore. So seeing you the other day after so long was really weird for me and I wish I had stayed to hear you out. And I’m sorry, for storming out and being stubborn.”

Noah seems, not only surprised, but relieved, when you tell him you’re in love with him. Then he smiles down at you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just a stupid asshole who can’t express his feelings,” he tells you. “And don’t apologize for being stubborn or storming out the other day. It was sudden and unexpected. It’s okay, I promise.”

You return his smile.

“Okay.”

Noah hesitantly stretches out his arms in invitation for a hug. And you’re never going to fight against this gravity between you two ever again.

You fall into his chest and embrace him. Noah’s arms curl around you, holding you close for a moment before lifting you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips.

Being pressed against Noah like this — chest to chest, tears staining your faces — feels right. It feels like galaxies colliding and solar systems stitching themselves together. Like foreign planets aligning and stars exploding into supernovas. It’s two celestial bodies finally merging after millennia of being separated.

It feels like home.

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

♱ foliosriot 2024

[camellcat]

did a s1 rewatch last night. I cannot believe how much I overlooked this season before!!!! I remember in my first two watches I sort of just didn't really care about it? but now that I've sat down and actually properly engaged with it omgggg my heart

the dynamics in s1 are like only topped by s7 because of spike and anya okay? seeing how much these guys are just... genuinely best friends, along with a giles who they like to mess with. but then also giles quickly learning to really care about these kids and buffy in particular !!! and yes they can be seriously immature sometimes but they're still just kids even if they can stop the apocalypse on a regular basis. especially during out of sight out of mind, the way willow and xander laugh while buffy sulks is sooo. and in puppet show, teasing giles before getting caught by the principle and being forced to join! they're teenagers. they talk like teenagers they feel like teenagers they're so real. the entire season is just really goddamn sweet

buffy's soft face. when's the last time teenagers actually looked like teenagers in tv, huh? I couldn't tell you. I will say having to think about round faced buffy kissing totally adult man angel is... well, not my favourite thing. may have shrieked at the screen there. she's not just a kid in name, she actually looks like her age. she's 16 and still has her baby fat and the only guys she can get with are her century old vampires and she's having to save the world every week and trying to be a good daughter for her mother who doesn't know anything about her life and making sure her friends never feel neglected or unappreciated thanks to the world-saveage that is happening all the time and being told she will die for this cause. she is TRAGIC!!!!!!!

I also really enjoy the more prominent motw aspect. I got it with doctor who and the x-files, but I think buffy is the show I appreciate it in the most. this show is just straight up fun even when it's more serious, and this season is like the most where everything is incredibly silly and campy all of the time and I LOVE it. plus, with how unserious the show is, it only serves as a dichotomy to how fucked up buffy's life truly is. she's never escaping her destiny, and she knows it, but she can at least have some fun along the way before she's gone and replaced by another girl

while I used to place s1 at a low rank, I think now I'd probably put it comfortably behind s3 now. s7 is a call back to my favourite scooby dynamics in s1 with the addition of spike and anya who I love dearly, and a plot I find fun if not exactly well put together, so that places first. then s5, with the plot I find the most engaging to watch out of any season, and fun dynamics all around even if they're not my favourite. then s3, with my favourite big bad of the series, and a dynamic between buffy and giles that I adore and miss deeply. then s1, for reasons I've listed above. then s2, for it's fantastic bads and big bad, but a lot of one-off episodes I don't particularly care for. then s6, because I really liked it until as you were and then it never recovered into being enjoyable again. and finally s4, because I can't remember anything about that season at all other than the spuffy moments, so. I literally forgot to put it on the list at first. yeesh

I love s1 it is so special and charming!!!!!

[rainbowlapisart]

Now that time has passed I wanna share my thoughts on Deadpool and Wolverine as a film, though I will preface by saying it isn't very positive... also, I admit I was high in the theaters watching this, so please treat this post like what it is: just an opinion.

The opening dance sequence was of course amazing, though there was some noticeable CGI. And I think the concept alone of Deadpool literally digging up Logan's grave is a hilarious way to start the movie.

Unfortunately Deadpool feels lamer and more like an asshole in this one. Especially after his character development in the last film I just can't see him desperately wanting to join the Avengers of all teams. Nando v Movies mentioned this but what the hell even is the Avengers now? And why is Happy in charge of who gets let in? And why wouldn't they let Wade in? Yeah he's gross and crass but he has special forces training and is nigh-unkillable. Y'all let Hawkeye in but not Deadpool?

The setup is interesting though I can't fully get behind the idea of anchor beings-- and the further idea that their death leads to "associated" universes collapsing as well as theirs? I don't know, it comes off as "yeah we have all these other characters you care about but Wolverine is the important one so they'd die without him", which is kind of an insult to those characters and that universe.

I admit, I was never big on Wolverine as a character, I always thought he was cool as hell but the only movie of his I've seen was Logan, which was awesome. So I admit that it may just be a case of the movie wasn't meant for me, but still I am a Deadpool fan so of course I'm gonna see this anyways. Super glad we got a good suit for him but I wish we didn't have to wait until the very end for him to put the cowl on.

The Johnny Storm/Captain America tease and bit was really funny I will say. Personally I was too stoned to get the joke at first, I honest to god thought he was just Chris Evans, but now that I've sobered up the misdirect is really funny.

Deadpool is directly responsible for getting Johnny Storm killed. I know Deadpool is a murderer and maybe I shouldn't give a shit about this, but it just feels like an unlikable thing for him to do. Like... that's a guy. That's a hero. It's not like he was being an ass to Wade or anything, he was an ally to the two and got killed for no good reason.

There was barely any screentime for the side characters that were some of the best parts of the first films. After Deadpool 2 I was really excited to see the X-Force working together in the next movie. The dynamic between Wade, Cable, and Domino are really fun and I think this Wolverine would've fit right in. It feels like a missed opportunity to not have the X-Force be the team to help fight Cassandra.

Speaking of, how about those cameos? I never watched Elektra or Blade so these kind of meant nothing for me. I watched this with my dad and he got pretty excited. Laura doesn't really do anything that memorable other than talk to Logan, and of course Channing Tatum's Gambit is the best character in all of cinema. Completely and utterly obsessed with him and I need a trilogy about him immediately.

I didn't love Wolverine's whole "letting his universe down" thing. It gets hyped up so much then when we learn what happened it was a bit underwhelming. I just can't see a universe where the X-Men are taken down by a mob of humans.

I laughed my ass off lots of times. "The Proposal. :)", "Suck it Fox, I'm going to Disneyland", "There's only ever gonna be one Blade", "He has risen, babygirl!", and pretty much everything out of Nicepool.

In general it kinda feels like it's regressing what was so good about Deadpool 1 and 2. It also feels like it's more for fans of the Fox Marvel movies than Deadpool fans. I hope that since this movie is "Deadpool and Wolverine" that means we can get a more proper Deadpool 3 in the future that brings back those who I missed dearly.

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Picrew Tag!

I found this really cool Picrew and decided to make some of my OCs using it! I think you guys might like giving it a try as well, so I'm tagging a few people in this post (:

Here we go!

Rules: Use the provided Picrew to make one of your WIPs OCs, then provide a quick description of the character, and (optionally) a "funny/bad" version of a summary

SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE

Deimos Soll

About: An infamously silver-tongued assassin, sniper, and mercenary known for being unpredictable and always having hidden intentions, Deimos is Jack and Cassie's former crewmate and first childhood friend, turned rival, turned begrudging-friend-again. Deimos is the most successful and deadly sniper in the whole galaxy, feared even by the Junction at his full potential.

Badly/Funny Summarization: Essentially a young, alien, 'space opera' version of John Wick with extra angst and a very questionable moral compass

Lyorna Alyrii

About: A young and optimistic freedom fighter from a water folk of a faraway planet in the Khosmonian galaxies who believes in a freer future for her people and an end to the oppressive regime of the Junction. Focused and brilliant, Lyorna wants to uphold her father's legacy and bring peace to the galaxy. She becomes friends with Jack Tithus during his crew's mission on the Khosmonian galaxy and later on they become each other's love interest.

Bad Summarization: An overly optimistic, too-precious young adult who should be protected at all costs and has almost no plan for anything at any given moment in time and should not be left unsupervised.

Noctus

About: Though his full name is classified and unknown to the cast, his reputation precedes him. He is the single most successful special forces secret agent currently in the employ of the Junction - he has never failed a mission, never missed a target. And he always follows orders, always obeys the rules. However, is everything about him what it seems? A forgotten and suppressed part of his memory may prove that the system he fought so dearly to uphold may have actually made him into their perfect living weapon, and there may be many other lies yet to be uncovered

Bad Summarization: Twenty-something secret agent done with everything and everyone who only wanted to have a simple mission and ends up 'adopted' by the gang of misfits he was sent to supervise.

SONG OF THORNS

Tullieh Aerlys

About: The undefeated and steadfast commander of the Guardians, who protect the Mountain Elves' hidden kingdom and keep outsiders from discovering their land. Tullieh is a serious, no-nonsense young man to whom duty and honor mean everything, due to a personal grudge against humans, especially those who hunt mythical beings, he will do anything to honor his vow and keep his people - especially his younger siblings - from being found by outsiders, even if it means being ruthless and unforgiving to a questionable degree.

Bad Summarization: Traumatized ancient teenager who grew up way too fast and should never have been given a gun and a sword under any circumstances, but has both of those things and a lack of self-preservation instincts to make everything worse.

Renn Atrius

About: A foreign noble from beyond the royal lands, he was forced into the lifestyle of a thief from a young age, after being orphaned when his father, a Vampyr, was murdered for refusing to obey their neighboring kingdom's crown. Learning the art of disappearing into the night and taking valuables from the land that took everything from him and colonized his nation, Renn quickly became quite the nuisance for the King. But thankfully to his connection to raw blood magic, his slight vampiric abilities ensure no human soldier ever proves a real threat to him. He starts to fall in love with Roselyn, having become friends with her after trying to steal her coin purse (having mistaken her for a tourist from the capital).

Bad Summarization: Goth dhampyr way too reckless for his own good chooses to be a menace to the System while also refusing to deal with his very much unresolved childhood trauma.

Cadenza Narellie

About: A young faery noble, Cadenza is the only child of a once-powerful, now defamed, High House. After rumors about her father's supposed alliance with their nation's enemies, the human royals from the neighboring kingdom, their reputation came crashing down, and so did the bond they once shared, as her father grew mysteriously distant from her. Realizing something is seriously amiss, Cadenza takes it upon herself to investigate and find out the truth about what is truly happening, even if it gets her accused of treason herself.

Bad Summarization: Local faery with way too much time on her hands and no friends decides to dive into a conspiracy and is surprised when that decision has consequences.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

[oneatlatime]

Journey to Ba Sing Se, Part 1: The Serpent's Pass

Alternate title: Gimme Appa Back, Take Two.

Bit of a mouthful for a title. I will definitely be watching this apparent two parter as two single episodes. There's commentary too, but that'll wait for a rewatch.

The previously on segment seems to point to Suki making an appearance. I didn't like her in her original episode, so this bodes ill.

That was incredibly ominous title card music.

Explain this to someone who's never seen the show. Also, air mattress made of ice is a very efficient way to get hypothermia.

Sokka saying "no more distractions' actually summoned a distraction. He should look into harnessing that power.

This brings up a point I've been thinking about. So the Earth Kingdom are smart enough to house refugee transportation underground, presumably because they've figured out that fire can't dig. So why didn't the entire population of the Earth Kingdom just become mole people at the first sign of fire nation attack?

Get yourself Iroh's brand of chill. It's dearly bought in his case, but he has such a good way of looking at life. Also, half of Zuko's face is like an inch higher than the other half, and that haircut is not doing him any favours.

Oh god it's fuckboy. I'd take a million Sukis over fuckboy. Nice to see that the majority of his posse seems to have come to their senses and deserted him though.

CABBAGE GUY!!! HI CABBAGE GUY!!! I MISSED YOU!!!

She's got a point about destruction of the ecosystem, but unless there was woodworm in that cart, that platypus bear is guilty of needless destruction of cabbage guy's possessions.

I loved this. The double punch of getting stymied by bureaucracy and undermined by cosplayers. There are some wacky ideas in this episode.

Aang! You may have lost Appa but you still have your glider! You don't need a passport or a ticket! Just fly to Ba Sing Se and make puppy dog eyes at the Earth King to make him send a boat to collect your friends!

You know that part in Harry Potter where Ron and Harry miss the train and decide the only logical course of action is to steal a flying car rather than, I don't know, wait for a responsible adult? I have a feeling this show is going to do the same type of thing with the whole Serpent's Pass. And I have to say, it's a brilliantly accurate way to do a plot that involves pre-teens, because they will often reach for the most out-there, illogical course of action no matter their intelligence. Curse those still-developing neural pathways. It also makes perfect sense in a kids' show, where the audience mostly wouldn't be caught dead turning down an adventure in favour of asking a responsible party (or a bureaucracy) for help.

"It is your pleasure" Get wrecked bitch!

I love seeing Toph weaponise that which previously kept her caged. I love to see Toph winning at life. Actually, I love to see Toph.

Get yourself some friends who'll commit to the bit no questions asked like these guys.

Get yourself a man who says your name the way Sokka says SUKI!!!:D Get yourself a girl who's so into you, she'll flirt with you in front of your entire found family.

Momo knows what's up. He's a good judge of character.

It's rare for me to advocate for criminal behaviour on this show, but after that bureaucracy lady denied them any sort of solution for the refugees who got their tickets stolen, I was kind of hoping that Katara would just say 'fuck it' and steal one of those ferries. Or even smuggle people on to them. They've got two waterbenders; they could make ice boats to take them out to the ferry, or even across the whole lake presumably. Plot dictates they go face this serpent thing, because this appears to be a monster of the week episode, but boy did that ferry lady need smacking.

Sokka's acting funky.

Is corniness one of the side effects of pregnancy?

No one in their right minds thinks that a pass called "the SERPENT'S Pass" in a universe like this one is named for its aesthetic qualities. Nice try at misdirection, but there will be a Sneky Boy in that water.

Aang's kind of right about the whole 'hope is a distraction' thing. Hope can too easily go from fuel to crutch.

It didn't occur to anyone to hide from the Fire Nation ship until it passed?

Toph's just saving everyone's bacon today huh?

Am I sensing some post-Yue trauma?

I would love to know the context behind Zuko knowing this very niche skill.

Jet has this fascinating ability to do objectively good deeds in such a sleezy way that you end up siding with the greedy oppressors. Weird.

This makes so much sense. Aang zipped into the Avatar State so hard and fast in the desert that he probably scared himself, so now he's keeping a lid on things so hard that he's scaring everyone else with his newfound apathy. He's 12, and this episode he feels 12. This is probably the first time he's met emotions this big; of course he doesn't quite know what to do with them.

You know, Katara doesn't get paid enough to put up with this.

Suki. Honey. I'm pretty sure there's a girl code about not flirting with a guy in front of his ex.

Has Suki been filled in on the whole moon thing? Or is she just really confused right now?

You know, Smellerbee is just as unusual a name for a girl.

Jet talks the talk, but I don't believe he'll be able to walk the walk, despite second chances being one of the big themes of this show. Something about him still feels off.

Hope you guys can swim!

Katara to the rescue again. I'm liking this new level-headed action-oriented Katara that appeared in The Desert, and I'm glad she wasn't just a one-episode character.

Momo here fulfilling one of my childhood dreams. There was an aquarium room at my local zoo that had a tunnel you could walk through. Seven year old me would have sold my soul to be able to glorp through the glass and swim with the fishes like this.

Once again, Toph saves the day. She's doing a lot of heavy lifting this episode.

Big Sneky Boy has the colour palette of an exercise video from the 80s aerobics phase. Kind of detracts from the terror when he's wearing a leotard.

Number one sign of irresponsible pet ownership: sacrificing your lemur to Cthulhu.

Aang just bitchslapped Big Sneky Boy.

Why didn't they go with a big ice bridge in the first place?

Yeah that's a problem. Could she make rock skate blades and attach them to her feet maybe? Would that help her see?

Guys. Just. Send someone out there for her. The ice doesn't have handrails. Come on.

Suki can swim in like half a tonne of armour. I bet they have swimming with armour on drills on Kyoshi Island.

"You can go ahead and let me drown now." That is EXACTLY my sense of humour.

Unlike goldfish, Big Sneky Boys can be flushed down the toilet.

"Now it's nothing but smooth sailing to Ba Sing Se." *Something immediately goes wrong* Has Sokka thought about harnessing his ability to speak things into existence?

Tragically, it makes perfect sense that Katara knows exactly how to deliver real human things.

"You know, as soon as I saw your scar I knew exactly who you were." Jet's little speech here got the biggest laugh out of me yet. I had to pause so I wouldn't miss dialogue. He's so deliciously wrong.

This episode's Beat Up Sokka quota is fulfilled by a baby that has yet to be born.

"I want our daughter's name to be unique" TAKE COVER FOLKS! UNNECESSARY VOWELS INCOMING!

Didn't you guys just nearly get killled by a pass that told you to abandon Hope? Are you sure about that name?

Ok it isn't pregnancy that makes you corny. It's being a character in this episode. While I'm glad to see the back of Stoic Aang, this is getting to be a bit on the cheesy side.

Hell yeah Katara deserves that cry. And that hug.

I'm watching this at my mom's house and I need to report that when Sokka said "You came along, to protect me?" my mom audibly went "awww!"

On a more serious note, this is exactly what Sokka needs after the Yue situation. A badass girlfriend who not only can and does take care of herself, but who also can and does take care of Sokka. Boy needs some pampering.

That is one hell of a wall.

That is one hell of a Big Sneky Boy.

"Appa's gonna have to wait" hit like a tonne of bricks. Another step in the journey to turn Aang from carefree monk to repsonsible Avatar. Appa having to wait is a genius story beat, but I want Appa NOW.

Final Thoughts

I had to check out my window for flying pigs before I started typing this section, because Zuko was consistently the most reasonable character in the B plot, perhaps in the whole episode. Apparently the 'make Zuko decent' project is finally seeing results. Have we turned over a new leaf? Dare I hope? It helps that he was juxtaposed with one of the single most batshit crazy characters from season one, but still.

I also need to issue a formal apology to Suki and all of her fans. I didn't like her in The Warriors of Kyoshi, and while I'm still not overly fond of that episode, I love what they've done with her character here. A good standalone character with her own strengths, goals, and responsibilities, and a good match for Sokka. I'd go so far as to say she's a better match for Sokka than Yue was, for all that both ladies have a startling amount in common: a position of responsibility, devotion to those who regard them as a leader, good taste in water tribe ass, etc.

I'm also going to hypothesise that Sokka is, in universe, the hottest member of the Gang. He's now had four girls expressing their interest: Suki, then Yue, then Azula's pokey pink friend whose name currently escapes me, and now Toph too! And she can't even see him, so his hotness is more than skin deep.

This episode was another stealth character episode in the style of The Blue Spirit. You think it's an action episode but it's actually character work with some fights for spice. It's got: -payoff for Katara's new-found levelheadedness -the other side of the coin on Aang's desert freakout -Toph doing just ALL the heavy lifting in the absence of Appa (seriously, teach her to fly and you won't need Appa as anything but a friendly couch) -Toph also getting an incredibly logical weakness that she learns she can rely on her friends to surmount -Sokka getting some Yue resolution from a frankly ironic source -Zuko getting what I'm sure is going to turn into a dark mirror

Speaking of fuckboy, there was nothing in this episode that hinted that Jet's turn to good was anything but genuine, but something about him still really makes my teeth itch. So I'm calling it now: based not on any evidence, but entirely on my own feelings, Jet's turn to good isn't going to stick.

There was some corny stuff in this episode, but it's a kids' show. It gets way more allowance for corny than an adult show does. I'll let it slide, so long as it doesn't become a habit.

This was part one of a two part episode, but it certainly didn't feel that way. There was the Big Metal Sneky Boy plot hook at the very end, but other than that it was a self-contained story.

I had predicted last episode that the rest of season two would be spent getting to Ba Sing Se, and they did it in one episode. So I'd like to announce my retirement from predicting the future because I am not good at it. I have no idea where we're going beyond next episode. I guess I'll have fun finding out!

[gwynbleiddyn]

oc week 2025 shenanigans ahoy

inspired by the wonderful @sunshinemage's post (though i will be less artistic and far more cryptic)

it's been literal years since i've ventured into the waters of oc kiss week so this year i have decided to jump straight into the deep end for no good reason other than i crave the OC content

what does this mean

it means i am once again going to be tearing through written drabbles like a deepstalker on rocks or whatever they go cronch cronch on

i am predominantly focused on dragon age for this, and these drabbles will be (mostly) in response to the ockissweek prompts which are:

desperate

first

stolen

reunion

worship

forbidden

caught

how does this work

LAWLESSLY. my askbox is open for people to jump in with an OC of their choice, and select an OC of mine (they'll be listed down below!) but with a little twisty twist, so in step by step order:

pick your beloved oc that you wish to use for blood sport oc kisses

browse the shortlist or, if you're feeling brave, wade into the depths of my oc page where unknown horrors lie in wait, and select one of my ocs for tribute/sacrifice/kisses

browse the lovely little prompt list above and consider the vibes

when you have your oc, my oc, and a prompt you'd like to see filled, CONGRATS YOU'RE HALFWAY THERE

now, for my little twist, what i would LOVE you to do is:

pick a song that represents your chosen blorbo and send me the title/artist so i can also enjoy it while i write👀

(OPTIONAL) and also give me a word that you would love to see represented! it could be a colour, an emotion, an item -- literally anything. could be innocuous, could be meaningful. it's just extra ✨flavour ✨

a point (or two) of note:

none of these will necessarily be romantic unless i know the oc well and it's something we've talked about, however i am absolutely not against some Fruity Tension somewhere. feel free to add this into your request, otherwise, i will likely default to platonic kisses!

depending on how many requests i get, the drabble lengths will also vary. i am at the mercy of whatever my braincell wants to do, and i won't force a long drabble if i feel its detrimental to the vibe im going for. so pls just be aware that some drabbles may be longer than others, but be assured i put the same bit of care and mildly unhinged writer love into everything i do!

who is this for?

i dearly miss the Olden Days of Yore where dragon age ocs made up the resplendent tapestry of my dashboard from hither to yonder and i like to think i can recreate that old feeling, so i would absolutely love to reach as many people as possible!

you don't have to be a mutual or anything just some guy with an idea and an oc you want to subject to my roster of miscreants, which lies below the cut for ur viewing pleasure

aforementioned roster of miscreants

i'm gonna keep the shortlist, well, short, i guess. these are my mains, the ones i'm comfortable writing anyday anyhow any which way. you are also very welcome to look at my full character page to see if any of those take your fancy - just make sure you're in the Dragon Age section!

Rion Severan - Warden Inquisitor (DA:O / DA:I Protag) [he/him]

pushing 50, certified DILF, ego only dwarfed in size by his banged-up and bleeding heart, which he consequently keeps locked in a cage of his own poor design. unlock at your own risk.

likes: beaches, dogs, rivaini wine, sunsets, antivan wine, a nice sword, tevinter wine

dislikes: ferelden

Kerros Severan-Laidir - Rook (DA:Veilguard Protag) [he/him]

young son of a gun who unfortunately has his father's tendency to get involved in saving the world. an unrepentant Lord of Fortune, he lives for gold and glory, but if sheer love and willpower could keep him alive he'd outlive the world.

likes: good treasure, the ocean, the smell of gaatlok, doing things just because, swimming in various bodies of water, and big boats (and he cannot lie)

dislikes: the fade, magical exposition (please write him the sparknotes version), political bureaucracy

Beren Ingellvar - Veilguard Companion (DA:Veilguard) [they/them]

ancient. unknowable. literally torn apart and put back together through the unabating power of a mother's love. their hands have never touched a thing without reverence. there is nothing in their eyes but time. they would love to smoke a pipe with u tho :)

likes: magic. spirits. theoretical discussion. books on theoretical discussion. lectures. nevarran academia. silver jewellery.

dislikes: hot places, coconuts, bitter coffee, cities, books with narrow margins and unindented paragraphs

[hitching-hyacinth]

Did someone order a loyal knight with a bad cold and his prince who loves him dearly trying to get him to rest for once in his life? Here’s 4k words of that, please enjoy these guys who barged into my head and won’t leave

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As if negotiations in Halfford hadn’t gone poorly enough, Prince Robin thought, bouncing about uncomfortably in the back of his carriage, Sir Harper had started to catch cold a couple days into the journey home. Off of the Duke’s snot-nosed son, Robin had no doubt. The brat practically hung off Harper’s shirt all week, as if he were a fawning child rather than a man hardly any younger than Harper.

Harper made his ailment utterly unobtrusive, as always, his service unfailing. Any other company might not have realized he was ill at all. But Robin knew him too well to miss the edge of fatigue to his practiced smile, the soft sighs when he didn’t realize Robin was listening, the sneezes muffled into his cape just too often to pass off as coincidence.

And Robin knew him too well to say anything. Harper blamed himself for the disaster this trip had become, even if he didn’t want Robin to see as much. As if he ought to have prevented the storm that stalled them four days on the way to Halfford, or Duke Edward’s foul mood at the delay. With Harper on edge as he was, Robin didn’t have the words to ask after him without Harper taking it as a critique. He blamed his friend’s father for that. The old bastard was just the sort to wield “are you quite well?” as a blunt weapon.

Robin was in far too sour a mood for tact. On another day, he would walk beside the carriage and talk with Harper, but given the circumstances, he was better off sulking with the luggage. Even if he wound up with a bruise or two, he didn’t have to try so hard to bite his tongue with the creaks and clangs of the cart on the uneven road making conversation difficult already.

“It’s getting dark,” Harper called back. There was a fresh rasp to his voice accompanying the mounting congestion that marred his m’s and n’s. The poor man ought not to shout so. “If we press, we may reach an inn not long after sundown, but…”

“Let’s camp here.” Robin shifted carefully, extracting himself from the corner of the cart he’d wedged himself into. He didn’t want Harper doing any pressing.

“Very well, my lord.” A note of relief in Harper’s voice, well-masked but perceptible. The cart rumbled to a stop and creaked loudly as Harper stepped down from the driver’s seat.

Robin followed suit and crawled from the back of the cart, stretching out stiff and aching limbs. He really did prefer to walk. He circled around, intending to offer help, but paused when he saw Harper seize a fistful of his cape and bring it close to his face. His shoulders rose with his breath, once, twice—

Harper ducked into a rough, throaty sneeze, muffled harshly by the thick wool of his cape.

“Bless you.” Even that much, Robin worried would be unwelcome.

“Ah—tha’k you.” Harper dragged his cape roughly under his nose and sniffed with a determined finality. He smiled. “I am glad to see you in one piece after being tossed about like a sack of flour. What draws you to ride in the cart on roads like this, I can’t understand.” He set to unyoking the horses, leaving Robin to trail uselessly behind him.

“It isn’t so bad without armor clanging about you.” Robin rubbed his arms.

“Hah.” Harper lifted the yoke from the horses’ shoulders, a quick flash of pain crossing his face when the weight settled in his right arm. Was his shoulder bothering him, too? It was awfully cold this far north. “There’s no need to lie to me, my lord. I only wish I could give you privacy with a little more comfort.”

Robin huffed a laugh. “Alas, you are no magician. I am merely grateful my father didn’t insist on sending an entourage after us.” And he was, truly, whatever Harper might have thought. It isn’t as if thirty men could have fought off a storm that Harper couldn’t.

“Your father’s men don’t know how to leave you well enough alone,” Harper agreed, but Robin didn’t miss the doubt that flickered across his face. He set down the yoke and glanced at Robin. “Are you warm enough? The cold comes on quickly out here.”

Robin dropped his hands from his arms. “Perhaps not.” The wind was beginning to creep through the linen of his shirt without the canvas walls of the cart to block it.

“Allow me to fetch your cloak.” Harper strode past before Robin could insist on fetching his cloak himself. It was likely best to let him help, anyhow. If small, unneeded favors were what he needed to prove himself, there was no reason to protest.

Harper returned promptly with Robin’s favorite travel cloak over one arm—a thick red one, almost long enough to drag on the ground, made when Robin was young enough that there was hope he’d grow taller. “I hope you are well, my lord,” he said, fastening the cloak over Robin’s shoulders.

It took Robin a moment to process the question. “I—am. For the most part.”

Harper smiled, honest despite the tired weight to it. “I’m glad. It can be hard to tell, when you draw away from me, when I should start to worry. I hope you will never feel lonely when I am with you.”

And he squeezed Robin’s shoulder and returned to the back of the cart like he hadn’t just stung Robin senseless. He’d made Harper worry for him all this time. Since they first arrived in Halfford, no doubt, and Robin had spent every evening too exhausted by the Duke’s temper to do more than sulk in his guest room and tell Harper to explore the city without him. Harper understood, as Harper always understood, but it was hardly any wonder he’d gotten tense. Robin could be a dense little brat sometimes, he thought bitterly.

A wrenching, tightly muffled sneeze pulled Robin back to himself. He moved around to the back of the cart, where Harper had paused in tying down the rear flap to press his fingers to his temples, exhaustion written plainly on his face. The red cast of his nose was no longer faint, and the poor thing was starting to swell under Harper’s rough treatment.

“Bless you,” Robin said, anxiety creeping foolishly up his neck. Talking to Harper ought to be the easiest thing in the world. Damn this trip, damn Duke Edward, and damn Robin’s own idiocy.

The exhaustion all but vanished from Harper’s expression as he looked up and gave a quick thanks, carrying on with the canvas.

Robin twisted the edge of his cloak between his fingers and dared to ask, “Sir Harper, are you well?”

Harper paused his work for just a moment, too briefly to be noticed by anyone paying the slightest bit less attention than Robin. “I may have caught a chill back in Halfford,” he admitted, his tone carefully flat. “Do not concern yourself, my lord.”

“I shall concern myself if I like,” Robin said before he could think better of it.

Harper pulled a rope taught with a fair bit more force than seemed necessary and barked a laugh. “Of course, my lord.” He sniffed, sharp and wet, and tied off the rope, securing the canvas flap over the open back of the cart. He climbed inside without another word and started shifting things around, laying out their bedrolls and moving fallen luggage aside.

Robin sighed and leaned against the cart, pulling his cloak tight around himself. He’d misstepped already. A cold. What an absurdly unremarkable, temporary affliction to regret. As if anybody could think less of Harper for such a thing. For falling ill, for bowing to the weather. Robin could think of a few sharp words for Harper’s father, though he doubted they would do any good.

He watched the darkening sky as Harper bustled around in the cart. Some clouds were forming to the east—might it rain? The roads would be hell tomorrow if it did. Perhaps they ought to have pushed on to the inn after all.

“Does it look like rain to you?” Robin asked as Harper emerged from the carriage. He’d stripped his cape, tabard, and heavy mail, leaving him in trousers and a tunic with his sword tied around his waist.

Harper glanced up to the east, briefly pressing a gloved knuckle under his nose. “Ah—yes, most likely.” He smiled. “Worry not, my lord. You will stay quite dry in the cart.”

Robin bit his lip. “Yes, but the roads will—I will stay dry?”

“We will.” Harper sniffled and laid a hand on Robin’s shoulder. “Worry not. I am hardly infirm. I shall handle the roads tomorrow, whatever condition they may be in.”

“Of course you shall.” Robin sighed, studying Harper’s face, the faint lines of exhaustion his best efforts can’t erase. “I do not doubt your capability, but…it has been a long journey.”

“It has.” Harper squeezed Robin’s shoulder briefly and let go, looking away. Was Robin staring? “Rest in the cart. I will take care of camp and fetch you when there is dinner.”

That isn’t what Robin meant at all, but already Harper was striding away towards the horses. Robin followed him, almost jogging to keep up with his long, quick steps. “No. I will accompany you.”

“No need.” Harper didn’t slow, nor turn to Robin. “You are exhausted. Rest for tomorrow.” There was a clipped insistence to his tone so uncharacteristic that Robin was almost hurt until Harper brought both hands to his face and smothered a sneeze that seemed to tear through him and take a piece with it, leaving him staggered slightly with a few short, harshly constrained coughs.

“Bless you, Sir.” Robin took the opportunity to overtake Harper and reach the horses first. Of course—poor Harper hadn’t had a moment’s privacy since they’d left Halfford. If Robin couldn’t convince him to let his guard down before him, he could at least give him a few moments alone. “I assure you, I am quite capable of watering the horses myself. We shall both to bed sooner if I help.” He took both horses’ leads without waiting for a response and clicked at them to follow.

“…very well, my lord.” If Harper was trying to disguise the relief in his voice, he didn’t manage it very well. He sniffed thickly and dropped his hands from his face. “The river is a short way south of here.” He pointed, but Robin could hear the rushing water already.

Robin nodded. “I shall return soon.”

And he led the horses off. This was absurd. Why should the two of them play these games even when alone? Harper’s father was not here to scold him, nor anybody who might report to him or the King. Why should decorum prevent Robin from speaking frankly with his dearest friend? He ought to order Harper to rest as much as he was able.

The river was further than Robin anticipated, and by the time he returned night had all but fallen, the air damp and bitterly cold, and the rain clouds in the east were unmistakably nearer. At least he was able to spare Harper the trek—the fool would have left without his cloak—but he was relieved nonetheless to see a fire roaring already by the time he returned, a steaming pot hung over it. He secured the horses and joined Harper beside it on a fallen log, noting with pleasure that Harper had remembered himself and donned a cloak.

“Back at last, my lord?” Harper smiled at Robin as he sat down, a touch of mischief in his expression. “I had forgotten how much longer a walk can be on shorter legs.”

Robin shoved his shoulder, gasping in mock offense. “You know perfectly well how quickly I walk.”

“How slowly.” Harper’s grin flashed into a grimace and he turned away from Robin, lifting a fistful of his cloak to his face. His breath wavered perilously for a moment, and he crumpled, smothering a heavy sneeze into the fabric.

“Bless you.” He sounded worse, Robin thought.

Harper coughed roughly before recovering his breath. “Hah. Tha’k you.” An attempt at sniffling audibly caught in stuffed-shut sinuses and Harper cleared his throat, such an unmistakeably unwell sound that Robin wanted to drag him to the cart to sleep and damn his feelings on the matter.

“What do you think of breaking into that mead the Duke refused?” he said instead. “My father won’t expect it back, and it seems a fine night to warm ourselves up.” And perhaps a bit of drink would help ease Harper’s nerves.

“If you’d like.” Harper tipped the pot over the fire towards him with a ladle, his other hand keeping the hem of his cloak pressed under his nose. “Though I hope you don’t need drink to find my company tolerable.”

Robin laughed. “Simply unbearable, being alone with the likes of you. It’s near enough to make me miss Duke Edward’s hospitality.” He stood and brushed dirt from the back of his cloak. “I simply can’t face a sober evening with company who prefers me to a horse’s ass.”

That earned a huff of laughter from Harper. “I’ve been looking at a horse’s ass all day. You’re a far better sight.”

“He doesn’t mean it, Dapple,” Robin called to the horse in question, who flicked an ear in utter disinterest. He patted her side on his way back to the cart.

It was dark inside the cart with the rear flap blocking out the firelight, but it was easy enough to find the mead, bundled up in a spare cloth and tied to the side of the cart to ensure it didn’t bounce around and break. There ought to be some handkerchiefs about, too. Robin recalled seeing a couple at the bottom of his bag, so he took a moment to dig them out.

When he returned to the campfire, Harper had taken the pot off the fire and was doling out stew to travel bowls. Robin offered a handkerchief without a word.

Harper took it with a nod of thanks and swiped quickly under his nose, though by the sound of things that wasn’t nearly enough.

The stew was fine enough, good for being scrounged together from diminishing fresh supplies. Harper called it a last proper meal before returning to dried meat and stale crackers. The mead was better. Robin’s father wasn’t one to spare expenses when it came to obsequious gifts.

“The one gift the Duke’s given us,” Robin said after the two were halfway through the bottle.

Harper snorted. “His generosity shall not go unremembered.” He took a swig from the bottle, then passed it urgently back to Robin. “Pardon—” His breath caught and he twisted away from Robin, though the sneeze seemed to toy with him, keeping his breath hitching uncertainly for several seconds before tearing out of him with a vocal desperation that almost startled Robin.

“Bless you.”

“Ngh.” Belatedly, Harper lifted the handkerchief to his face and blew his nose hard, though, by the sound of it, not to much effect. “Blast this cold.”

He must have been feeling calmer if he was complaining, Robin noted with pleasure. Though whether that was thanks to the mead or to dinner and company, he couldn’t guess. “Poor thing,” he said as lightly as he could manage, rubbing Harper’s shoulder.

Harper huffed, with laughter or irritation. “You needn’t tease me, my lord.”

“I’m not!” With feigned offense, Robin set the bottle on the ground to fold his arms. Harper picked it idly back up. “Can’t a man express his sympathies for a friend?”

“Of course, my lord.” Harper took another swig. “But as I’ve said, you need not worry.”

“Need not worry, need not worry!” However much the mead was touching Harper, Robin was feeling a touch bolder. “Perhaps I want to worry, Har. You aren’t acting like yourself.”

Harper grinned, visibly biting back a laugh. “You’re acting plenty like yourself.” Robin squinted. “Fussy and overprotective.”

Robin scoffed, almost offended. “Overprotective! Says Sir ‘rest in the cart while I do the work of thirty men!’”

“Thirty men!” Harper laughed properly at that until his breath caught in his throat and pulled him double in a coughing fit. “Thirty, Robin, really?” he croaked as soon as his breath allowed.

“My father would send thirty.”

Harper drank again, calming the cough. “Your father really is overprotective.”

Robin could hardly argue with that. He shifted closer and leaned into Harper’s side. “Honestly, what’s the matter?”

“You got me drunk so I’d admit I don’t feel well,” Harper said, vaguely impressed. “Conniving bastard.” But he leaned back into Robin’s touch.

“Answer me, Harper.” Robin let a smidge of princely authority into his tone. “You aren’t usually so…”

He searched for the word, but Harper gave a stuffy, defeated little sigh and sank deeper into Robin’s side. “Your father will have my head when we reach home.”

Robin scoffed. “Like hell.”

“He will.” Harper sniffed and pressed the handkerchief beneath his nose with some force. “You’ve been miserable on this trip—don’t lie to me; you have been—and it is my job t-to—oh, hell—” He leaned away from Robin and crushed a sneeze into his handkerchief, sharp and rough and furious.

“Bless you. I don’t give a damn about your job.” Maybe Robin oughtn’t to have drank. It made it awfully difficult to shut his mouth. “I only care that my friend is ill and you won’t let him rest.”

“I give a damn.” Harper didn’t snap, but the edge to his tone suggested he might have were Robin anybody else. “I haven’t got the luxury of only being your friend.” But he leaned back into Robin’s shoulder nonetheless.

Robin bit down the first words on his tongue, Your father said something to you. Dragging up that old argument could hardly do good. “I’d be happy to see you rest,” he said instead.

“Hah.” Harper swiped beneath his nose. “Less so to see the cart uncovered, dinner unmade, fire unlit…”

“I could have done any of that myself,” Robin insisted.

“And then what use would I be?” Harper’s tone might have sounded playful to someone else, but Robin heard the subtle frailty in the words.

A drop of rain splashed on Robin’s cheek. He put up a hand to feel for more.

“Right.” Harper sat up and pulled Robin’s hood over his head, smiling. As if Robin is the one needed reassuring. “Go stay dry in the cart. I will join you within a half-hour.”

Robin could have argued. A better friend might have. But Harper was rarely so insistent unless he was right, even if Robin couldn’t see it. “I’ll come looking if you’re late,” he said instead.

Harper laughed. “Nonsense, my lord. We don’t need you catching cold, too.” He stood and offered Robin a hand up.

Robin took it. “Then be with me in a half-hour.” The longer he ran his mouth, the longer Harper would be out in the rain, so he nodded goodbye and headed for the cart.

Inside the cart, he lit his fire-light and left it near the entrance, providing paltry light for Robin but, he hoped, a signal for Harper in case the rain put out the campfire. It wasn’t as if he needed to see much to strip off his cloak and boots and crawl under the blankets Harper had laid out.

The rain picked up quickly, and wind along with it. Robin pulled a pillow over his head, trying to block out the roar of the rain hitting canvas and with it the thought of poor Harper caught outside in this misery.

He had no way to tell the time, but he trusted despite his threat that it really had been less than a half-hour when Harper returned. He heard splashing, heavy footsteps drawing closer, then a creak of the cart as Harper started to step up. A pause, then a wet, wrenching sneeze, half drowned out by the rain hitting canvas but for once not muffled. And then another, ripe with exhausted frustration. Harper cursed, gave his nose a quick, rough blow, and climbed into the cart.

“Bless you.” Robin took the pillow off his head and rolled onto his back. “It sounds miserable out there.” As close to you sound miserable as Harper was likely to accept.

“Hah. S’pose so.” Harper turned out the fire-light and tossed it back to Robin, who fumbled it in the unexpected dark. “Were you frightened without me?”

Robin grumbled. “Oh, terribly. I’m a grown man; I’m not afraid of the rain any longer.”

Harper laughed, still shuffling around the cart to get out of his boots and cloak. “And here I thought you needed me.”

Robin lifted up the blankets to his right—prematurely, he realized when the unexpectedly cold air made him shiver. “All right, then. Get under here and protect me from the wind, Sir Necessary.”

To Robin’s relief, that drew more laughter from Harper, until it broke into a couple coughs. “Of course, my lord,” he said, a bit raspy, and slid under the blankets beside Robin.

He was keeping weight off his right arm, Robin noticed. So his shoulder was acting up. Robin waited for him to settle, then moved himself onto Harper’s good shoulder, pinning him down, and tucked the blanket gently over the other before Harper could protest.

Harper laughed softly and looped his arm around Robin’s waist. “You’re fretting.”

“Will you deny me that?”

“I will deny you nothing, my lord,” Harper said with that note of amusement that always left Robin torn between affection and indignation.

He settled on responding with a haughty sniff and pulling the pillow under Harper’s head. “Then tell me what you would have of me.”

Harper’s answer was as quick as predictable. “Nothing, my lord.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Robin settled his head on Harper’s chest and hooked a leg over Harper’s, drawing him close to share their warmth. Harper’s clothes were damp, and he shivered slightly beneath them. All the more reason to cling to him. “I know you hate to be alone when you’re unwell, but you’re hearing anything more than ‘bless you’ as a slight against your honor. Tell me how to care for you.”

Harper sniffed. “It is not your responsibility to—”

“Why did we come out here alone just to act like your father is listening?” Robin bit his tongue, regretting the words as soon as they passed his lips.

He might not have heard Harper’s breath catch without his ear pressed to his chest, but the sound made him want to shrivel up where he lay. “Oh, hell, Har, I—”

Harper twisted his head away from Robin into a vicious, half-stifled sneeze.

Oh. “Bless you. I’m sorry.”

Harper sniffed hard and brought up his right hand to scrub beneath his nose. “Tha’k you.” He sucked his teeth, absently rubbing a thumb on Robin’s back. When he spoke, it was hardly more than a hoarse whisper, as if asking quietly were less offensive: “Will you ride beside me tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Robin could feel the tension leave Harper. “I ought to have done so from the beginning.”

“You needed space.”

“And you needed company.” Robin shifted, pulling Harper in tighter. He’d stopped shivering. “I wish you’d asked for it sooner.” Harper started to speak, but Robin added, “I know you think you can’t, but I wish you would.”

Harper chuckled softly. “Truly, Robin, you worry too much.”

“Only as you refuse to take proper care of yourself,” Robin protested. “Get some sleep, now.”

“At your pleasure, my lord,” Harper teased, but he relaxed beneath Robin and, soon enough, drifted off to sleep.

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Bambikisss: 2025 discussion

Hello everyone! I know the last time any of you heard from me was back in 2024 around May-ish. I know in that time period that there were writings that were teased that were never posted and I just disappeared out of thin air. I want to first apologize for doing so, as my mental health took a dive and I had to put this on hold in order to focus on that and other things.

With that being said, I am coming back! I missed writing dearly and have been itching to come back for a while now. So, with it being the new year, I decided to finally come back!

I do plan on cleaning up the appearance of the profile first before I then begin to post again. I'm excited to show off the things I've learned in my break and to talk to you guys once again!

Love you all,

Bambi

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Hey! You're writing is so cool! I'd love your opinion on Peter Quill x nurse!reader. Like, she is a home health aide for his grandpa and meets him when he comes back to Earth. Also, smut is not required but greatly appreciated ;)

hii!! that’s so sweet of you, thank you!! omg I love this idea! there’s no smut in this one sorry (just as it would be so long) I love smut, so if you want to send in a request for a smutty part 2, I would not mind😏 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 937

warnings || none (?)

I searched long and hard for a pic of him that works for this fic, and this is the best I could do (had to screenshot it from youtube) 😭

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Some may say that being a health aide nurse is one of the worst jobs a person could have, but that was not the case for you. You loved your job. Even more so, you loved taking care of your patient, Jason. 

You've been helping him most days for the last few years, so you've grown to know him very well. He's the kind of guy that's always got a new story to tell or the right piece of advice to share, the kind who's filled with great memories and wisdom. More often than not, he'd tell you stories of his late daughter, Meredith and grandson, Peter, who went missing shortly after her passing. You've grown so attached to the Quill family over the years that it somehow feels like you know Meredith and Peter, even though you've never met them. Well, you've seen them in photos and from memorabilia displayed around the house, but not in person.

When Jason would share memories, you couldn't help but feel your heartbreak. It seemed like he'd never quite gotten past their absence, and it was clear that he missed them dearly. Whenever Jason spoke about his grandson, there was always a little sparkle in his eye, a little slither of hope as if Peter was still out there. You weren't sure if he was in denial, but you wanted to believe him. He's gone through too much for one of his close confidants to doubt him.

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Today, like any other day, you made your way over to Jason's at the crack of dawn to help get him ready for the day, helping him shower, dress, eat, anything he needed, you did it. 

"What do you want to do today?" you ask, turning to face him at the kitchen table.

"Did you pick up the newspaper?" he playfully questions, eyebrows quirking.

"You know what, I was hoping you wouldn't notice," you laugh, collecting a few clean glasses and filling them with orange juice. "I'll get it soon," you bribe, setting the cups on the table and sliding them to Jason and his wife. 

"I'll get it when I go to the store," she offers, kissing him on the cheek. 

After breakfast, his wife left for the store, so you and Jason went outside to the backyard to enjoy the sunny weather. Talking casually, just like usual, until you hear a knock at the door. Turning to look at him with a confused expression. "Be right back,"

Making your way over to the front door, flattening over your scrubs as you open it. "Hi," you greet, a friendly smile on your face. 

"Think I might be at the wrong... I'm looking for Jason Quill,"

Your face softens as if you finally put the pieces together, scanning his face, immediately recognising his green eyes from all the photos. "Yes, yes, come in," you grin, ushering him inside.

You lead him out to the back deck, and Jason mumbles, "Pete?" stumbling to his feet, instantly wrapping him in a tight embrace. 

You gave them both some time to catch up, making yourself useful around the house while they chatted, cleaning the dishes, changing bedding and prepping tea.

Filling the pitcher with ice, sliced lemons, and your signature iced tea blend, collecting a few glasses, you make your way over to the patio door, knocking politely on the inside of the glass. "Hi, thought you guys might be thirsty," you smile, setting the drinkware on the table. "Nice to finally meet you," grinning wider as you turn to face Peter. "I've heard so much about you,"

"I've heard lots about you, too," he returns a grin, nodding to his grandpa as he chuckles, "wouldn't stop talking about you,"

Softly laughing as you filled their glasses. "Same with you. Glad you're back," you smile, trying to pull away from his focused gaze. You clear your throat as you reluctantly turn to face Jason. "Med o'clock," you wryly smile, pulling out the small bag wedged between your armpit and rib.

After finishing up with Jason's meds, you collect the equipment, gathering everything in the bag before turning around to leave. They've missed out on the last thirty-plus years, and you didn't want to get in the way or overstay your welcome, so you decide to leave them be. 

"You can stay," Peter says quietly, patting the empty chair beside him.

"No, no, it's okay. You guys should catch up," you say hesitantly. "I'm sure he's sick of me," you joke, nodding to Jason with a small smile.

Peter looks up at you, his eyes slowly glancing over your face. "That can't be true," 

"Well..." you say playfully, gingerly stepping back, slipping back into the house. Smiling. "Maybe,"

A few short minutes go by and you feel a light tap on your shoulder, interrupting you from the cleaning. You turn around to see Peter sheepishly grinning at you. "Where's the uh— the bathroom?" he asks.

"Just down the hall," you point. "On the right,"

"Thanks," he lingers, looking like that wasn't all. "Um- are you— do you stay here? Or just come over?" he asks, scratching the back of his neck, seeming as though he was uneasy.

"No, I just come over. Do you think— are you gonna stay here?" you question, looking up into his soft green eyes. 

"Yeah, kinda got nowhere else to go," he awkwardly chuckles, momentarily averting from your gaze. "So, I'll be seeing you around?" he asks, his cadence sounding promising.

Smiling. "Yeah, I'll be seeing you around?" you ask, copying his tone.

He grins, backing away down the hall. "Oh, yeah."

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